"Knock, knock. ”

At this moment.

In an apartment building in Kobe City, in the dark, unlit corridor on the first floor, there was a muffled and dull knock on the door.

Knocking on the door in the darkness was an old man in a vintage robe, who had been dead for a long time, with thin skin and skin, covered with corpse spots, and a pair of eyes that were empty and numb, without a trace of emotion.

"Knock, knock"

The knocking continued to sound, and the door of the rental house in front of him had been opened, but the old man did not enter, still knocking on the door.

"Ahh

There was a scream from inside, but then the scream stopped abruptly, and then something fell heavily to the ground, dull, and at last everything was quiet again.

The terrible old man in the long robe mechanically lowered his arm at this moment, it turned around and continued to walk forward, the buildings in the place it passed were aging, the walls were falling off, mottled and blackened, as if it had been devastated by the years, there was an unbelievable feeling.

And with this knock the old man left.

In the rental room just now, two corpses fell to the ground, the corpses were a man and a woman, all of them were wide-eyed, dead and dead, they did not have any wounds on their bodies, all the body functions were very healthy, but there were no life characteristics, this is a strange phenomenon that cannot be explained by medicine.

Knocking on the door and killing people is so bizarre and weird.

The old man who had left continued to move on, still lingering in the building, apparently still with a target on target.

The old man's movements were not too fast, step by step, stiff and slow, constantly wandering around every corner of the building, but the old man quickly found his target, and he came to a rented house on the upper floor.

The door was closed, and there was no movement inside, as if it were an empty rental house.

But there are people inside.

It was a survivor who was still here, a man in his forties, hiding under the covers with his head covered, his face full of fear, and the mobile phone next to him had already stopped because of the lack of power.

It's impossible to ask for help or anything, the only way is to stay here and try to survive.

But the man knew very well what was going on in the city, the dead streets, the dead heads floating in the sky, all this told him that the terrifying ghosts were enveloping all the places he knew, and there was no hope of escaping from here, so he could only hide here and pray that he would not be targeted by the evil ghosts.

But the man felt that he would not be lucky any longer.

Because not long ago he received a phone call, and no one spoke on the other side of the phone, only a knock on the door.

But the phone was down.

The man hiding under the quilt looked at the phone in horror, and remembered the strange knock sound in his mind.

"Knock, knock!"

Suddenly.

The silence was broken, and there was a knock on the door outside his rental room, the rhythm and frequency of the sound were exactly the same as those on the phone before, there was no difference, but the voice of reality was more dull and weird, just listening to it made people feel like they were choked in the heart and couldn't breathe.

"No, no, it's somebody's knocking on my door? Is it a neighbor? Or is that thing coming......

The man's head was clouded, and fear surged through his body, but the knocking on the door continued.

"Knock, knock. ”

The voice echoed in the room, but it was too late, the man was still thinking just now, but at this time, his breath suddenly stopped, and he fell directly to the ground, and then remained motionless, allowing his body to gradually become cold.

The ghost knocking on the door is still going on.

But the terrible old man came to a sudden pause after knocking on the house.

It was like a stiff corpse standing in place, not breathing, not shaking.

Soon, the old man moved again, and instead of continuing deeper into the building, he was walking back, starting to leave the same way he had just come.

Because something was attracting it, it had to abandon its next goal and choose to go to a specific location.

The ghost candle has a role to play, and it attracts the knockers to come over.

But before the Knocker arrived, the real horror had already crept in.

Above the gray sky, the dead heads floating with their eyes closed began to converge involuntarily in one direction of the city, as if a gust of wind was blowing the heads, causing them to change their positions, or something else attracted these terrible heads.

Soon.

There are more and more strange things happening around the ghost boy standing at the crossroads with white candles, some of which are understandable, and some of which are existences that Yang Jian himself cannot understand.

He watched everything around him like a bystander.

A cold female corpse approached Yang Jian numbly, but it was not a ghost, but a ghost slave, Yang Jian's ghost eyes glanced slightly, and the headless ghost behind him shook, directly invading the corpse.

Soon, the corpse lost its movement and fell directly to the ground with a pop.

The ghost slave is too weak to be solved by just relying on the ghost, and the only thing Yang Jian is afraid of is the real ghost who stays here.

For example, the increasing number of heads on top of their heads.

"Bang!"

A dead man's head fell from the sky, smashed into the road, and shattered into pieces, and the stench of corpses spread all over the ground.

This is a human head that has reached its limit, and it can't support it in the mid-air that floats by.

Yang Jian was indifferent, his ghost eyes peeked at the human heads, as if he had found something special from these different people's heads, because he had not determined what the source of this human head balloon was, only that this ghost had something to do with Caesar's Hotel.

If you think about it carefully, the ghost who happened in the city under Tong Qian's jurisdiction was most likely a ghost who escaped from those mysterious rooms.

The floating of human heads, as well as the gathering of nearby ghost slaves, these things are enough to prove how terrifying the city really is, and under the attraction of this ghost candle, many potential dangers will be exposed.

Fortunately, it was the ghost boy who bore the price, otherwise anyone with the ghost candle would have died.

"It's a bit too much, hasn't the knocker appeared yet?" Yang Jian frowned.

There were already several corpses in his vicinity, all of which were ghost slaves killed by him, but the source of the ghost was still dormant and had not been revealed.

"We have to keep the candle burning, and hopefully there won't be any accidents. Yang Jian was a little uneasy in his heart, according to his plan, he originally quickly attracted the knocker and then blew out the ghost candle.

Now it seems that the location deviation perceived by the beautiful island is a bit large, and the ghost is indeed in this vicinity, but it is not the closest to this neighborhood.

Soon.

The ghost slave had already come to the ghost boy's side, and the white palms of the hands reached out to the ghost boy, as if to attack it and kill him.

The shroud on the ghost boy's body was fluttering, as if he was alive, resisting the attacks of those ghost slaves, although it looked like the ghost slaves were going to be buried alive by those dead corpses, but Yang Jian knew that the ghost boy was fine.

On the contrary, with the contact with the ghost child, the wet corpse water was contaminated, and these corpses, which had been dead for a long time, began to decay rapidly, and then lost the support of the supernatural power and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Yang, the situation is very wrong, we will all die if we continue like this, and that candle should be blown out. ”

Nagasawa shouted in horror at this moment, even if he didn't notice it at first, but now he could see terrifying figures coming out of the darkness, and then kept approaching.

Mei Dao's face turned pale with fright, and her perception was full of dense ghosts, there was no place to go, and the only safe place was around Yang Jian.

Just like Keiko who trembled slightly with her eyes closed, although she was afraid, she was always safe.

Before being targeted by real ghosts, their lives can be guaranteed for the time being, Yang Jian did not choose to abandon them directly, although they are really useless at this time, but they are also somewhat helpful, so there is still a little care.

"It's not time yet. Yang Jian indifferently rejected that Changze's proposal.