Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

The eagle and Yang are in the same camp, plus what happened before, it can be said that they are completely opposed to Fan Xing.

Coupled with the fact that everyone's life is hanging on the waistband at this time, Fan Xing naturally won't give Fan Xing any good looks.

Right now, there are frequent dangers, and it is possible to die at any time, so there is no need to be polite.

“The lobby got dark”

Yang Xiaohua stared at the direction of the lobby behind with her haggard eyes.

It was only dim outside before, and everything around could be seen clearly, but now it has been unknowingly shrouded in darkness. This darkness is very special. It stops between the walls that can only be seen in the lobby and the back hall, and does not invade immediately. come over.

The entire old house was shrouded in darkness.

Right now, only the area around the coffin has not been invaded by spirits. It seems that this place is the only safe place in the entire area.

"It seems that we guessed right. This day is the night vigil. If we hadn't come to the back hall in advance, it would be dangerous after the darkness invades and enters the ancient house."

Yang Jian was confirmed at this moment.

"It's not too late. If it's later, the corpses of the people here can be collected."

Sun Xing said abruptly.

Everyone present accepted his arrogance at this moment. After all, after seeing his strength, everyone was no stranger to his arrogance.

Even the ruthless man Yang Jian didn't speak, and others naturally didn't have any opinions.

"There are voices in the lobby."

Xiong Wenwen poked his head, hid behind Sun Xing's buttocks, and said suddenly.

There was movement in the previously dark and quiet lobby. The sound was very clear and weird. There was the sound of chairs being dragged, as if someone was moving in the lobby. The sound of footsteps echoed, and besides that, the sound of dripping water could even be heard.

It looked like someone had taken a shower and was so wet that they hadn't dried themselves off.

It seemed that the ancient house in the darkness suddenly became very lively, and it was no longer lifeless.

Everyone kept silent after hearing these movements, and they didn't dare to talk nonsense, and they didn't dare to make any movements, for fear of attracting ghosts because of some insignificant movements.

The movement has not disappeared, but has continued, and there are signs of intensification.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang from the darkened lobby as a chair was thrown to the ground, and then the chair fell apart and splintered and splintered.

"Is there a ghost destroying the black grand master's chair? Is it because the ghost can't find the target in the lobby, so it's messing around?"

Yang Jian guessed in his heart.

"Why didn't these people die inside?"

Sun Xing didn't speak, but looked at the group of ghost masters who followed Fan Xing out of the room with an unkind expression.

"Shusha! Shah Chi Chi!"

At this time, another strange sound appeared in the lobby. This sound seemed to be the sound of an old-fashioned radio. The radio lacked a signal at the moment, and it emitted this electronic sound.

"No, it's really here?"

Fan Xing shrank his eyes after hearing this voice, and then subconsciously looked at a ghost master next to him.

That person was tense all over, his face was extremely ugly, he didn't even dare to look in the direction of the lobby, he just lowered his head slightly, pretending that nothing happened.

The ghost of the radio is probably found today.

And he touched the curse.

It's just that no one dared to speak out, because the curse might not be aimed at him alone, or it might be aimed at everyone in the room at that time.

Therefore, others did not point out.

Yang Jian didn't know anyway.

Right now, one more thing is worse than one less thing. If Yang Jian finds out about it and wants to kill people like himself for safety, there might be another fight in the back hall today.

But Yang Jian's eyesight is so sharp.

He noticed the change in everyone's faces when the strange radio sounded.

"Is this group of people exposed to the radio-like supernatural?"

Yang Jian guessed like this in his heart.

As time goes by.

The supernatural phenomenon in the old house became more and more obvious. The people in the back hall heard the sound of something running barefoot and fast in the old house. Because the ground of the old house is made of bluestone slabs, running barefoot will make a very clear rattling sound. Voice.

"Is there a ghost running around in the lobby without clothes after taking a shower?"

The messenger named Daqiang muttered.

"Do you think you're funny?"

Sun Xing looked at him.

Daqiang stopped talking immediately, he knew that he was just a messenger, and that he could come here depends on Yang Jian's ability, and this person in front of him is not inferior to Yang Jian's existence in the slightest, in the eyes of the other party, he might just be a big Spot the bugs.

Daqiang's whole body was tense at this moment, because he was worried that the ghosts outside were running towards the back hall.

Just for now.

The ghost didn't seem to notice it.

The night vigil is indeed the safest to guard the red coffin.

But what caught people's attention the most was not these strange movements, but the sound of the approaching radio.

The sound of the radio seemed to be coming all the way from the direction of the gate of the old house, and then it didn't stop halfway, and came directly to the back hall.

The sound is getting closer.

The rustling sound also became clearer.

"Just wait like this?"

Xiong Wenwen's face was terrified. This constant movement not only frightened him, but also stirred the heartstrings of everyone in the lobby.

"Will ghosts really find us?"

Fan Xing felt uneasy.

However, the more you worry about something, the more afraid you are.

That rustling radio sound really came through.

It stopped right at the door.

There is no separation in between, only a dark dividing line.

"This is the closest supernatural phenomenon to us. Isn't the lobby safe?"

Eagle stared at the aisle.

An old radio unexpectedly appeared on the ground and slowly moved towards the lobby.

It seemed that something was pushing behind this old radio.

The spirit has invaded the back hall.

"Sand, rustle."

The radio is listening for a signal.

The signal was received suddenly at this moment, and the blind tone disappeared.

"You, are you in there? Hey, hey, hey."

A strange voice came from the radio.

Everyone's face changed drastically, except for Sun Xing, who only had a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth. No one else knew, but he understood everything the radio brought.

"Ghost! Is it coming?"

Xiong Wenwen's eyes widened with disbelief.

He had never heard of this supernatural method, and it was unbelievable to say it.

A group of them were hunted down by the radio.

An old radio was sent into the back hall by something, not even ten centimeters away from the darkness behind it.

But such a small distance has already proved that some kind of terrifying supernatural phenomenon has crossed the line and successfully invaded the back hall.

During the night vigil, everyone thought that the coffin in the back hall was the safest place.

But now, not necessarily.

There was a creepy sentence on the radio: "You, you are inside, hey, hey"

"You must all be there, Rusha~!"

"Hey, hey, I'm here to find you."

Similar words kept coming out of the old radio, like ghosts whispering.

"Damn."

Fan Xing suddenly let out a low growl, like the resentment swallowed by a corpse before dying. At this moment, even his appearance changed, ashen, gloomy, but ferocious and strange.

It seems that at this moment, he has turned into a ghost.

But with this roar, the old radio suddenly cracked.

It seemed as if it had lost its spiritual support all of a sudden, and it broke apart at once, and then turned into several pieces, but among the pieces, there was only an outer box of the radio, which was empty, with nothing, only a few pieces. A piece of blackened soil with no electronic components at all.

According to the normal situation, such a radio is basically a model, and it is impossible to listen to any signals.

"Did you use supernatural power?"

Yang Jian glanced at it.

It was the first time he saw this Fan Xing showing supernatural power.

After the growl, Fan Xing's strange expression immediately returned to calm.

"Is it useful?"

someone asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, but I feel that if I don't do anything else, that ghost thing may really come here. Cutting off the medium first and blocking the curse may play a little role. After all, even if it is a ghost, it can be resisted. We They are all ghost masters, so there is no chance of winning."

When Fan Xing said this, he didn't know whether he was comforting himself or reminding others.

"It's the right thing to do, but"

Yang Jian also recognized Fan Xing's behavior in his heart. If he continued to allow the supernatural phenomenon to appear, he would gradually fall into danger.

It's no problem to do it now.

However.
Before the calm lasted for a moment, another old radio slowly popped up in the darkness. It was still firmly placed on the ground, exactly the same as the previous one, even the appearance did not change.

"rustle."

The familiar yet eerie voice reappeared.

And soon, the old radio received the signal, the rustling sound disappeared, and the weird words came out again: "You...you won't survive tonight, rustling!"

Hear this.

Many people had cold sweat on their foreheads. At this moment, they felt as if they were being watched by a ghost, as if these words were about to become reality.

"No, is it useless?"

Fan Xing felt guilty at this moment.

His power cannot cut off the curse.

"Am I going to die tonight?"

Yang Xiaohua's palms turned white, she was holding on to the red balloon tightly, she pursed her mouth and said nothing.

Among this group of people, if anyone is the weakest, it is undoubtedly their group of messengers. If among the messengers, who is the weakest, it means that they are ordinary people who have not controlled the ghosts.

The ghost master still has a chance to fight against the ghost, but as an ordinary person, she is like a boundless water here, and she may die here inexplicably at any time.

Of course, not only her, everyone felt the pressure, as if their heartbeats had slowed down.

"If you can do it, try it, I'm here."

It was Yang Jian who broke the desperate atmosphere at this moment. He walked over with a cracked spear in his hand, reached out to pick up the radio on the ground, and spoke directly to the radio.

After speaking, he flicked his hand.

The radio was thrown directly in the direction of the lobby,
But at the moment when the radio disappeared, an intermittent sentence sounded again: "Are you a human or a ghost? Rusha!"

The sound disappeared the next moment.

The radio was submerged in the darkness, but it didn't hear the sound of falling on the ground, which was very strange.

Everyone stared at the darkness, both shocked and terrified.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Three loud bangs suddenly echoed in the back hall.

Everyone was shocked and suddenly came back to their senses.

"Don't take chances tonight. Any ghost who dares to invade here will choose to fight immediately. This is the last piece of pure land. If this place is invaded, all of us will be wiped out here."

Sun Xinghuo stood up and raised the iron rod in his hand.

At this moment, the danger really came, even if he didn't want to, he had to take action.

"That's right, all the ghost masters teamed up to fight for S-level events, and dogs can jump over walls when they are cornered. What are you filming?"

Yang Jian walked over with a cracked spear.

Cautious does not mean timid.

I didn't want to mess around before because the first seven were still far away, and I didn't want to make a move if I could not do it, so I kept my state. At the same time, I didn't want to fight against the ghost in advance, so as not to lose energy to deal with the dangers of the last few days.

but now.

The ghosts are on their way.

When there is no way to go, it is natural to choose to fight and fight.

"Maybe the night vigil is not about vigil for the coffin, but about guarding this night, so that we will not be killed by ghosts, and those who are afraid of death will slip through the back door. Maybe you still have a chance to escape from here."

The others looked at Yang Jian in a daze.

No one thought that at this time, Yang Jian did not go to settle accounts with the person involved in the supernatural, but changed his normal routine and chose to fight against the ghost here.

"Can we survive the night with the few of us?"

Someone's voice trembled a little.

Anyone with a little sense knows it.

Right now, there are all ghosts roaming outside the ancient house, no one knows how many there are.

What about the ghost rider?
Not to mention whether they can resist the ghosts and not be killed, they only need to use a few more supernatural powers, and they will die suddenly. After getting off the bus, most of the ghost drivers are not in good condition.

"Can you keep it? Do you have any other choices? Do you really think you are still doing multiple choice questions?"

Sun Xing glanced at the ghost master coldly, he was also an existence with a bad brain.

"That's right, there is no choice. Everyone, be prepared to work hard."

Fan Xing took a deep breath, let go of his rushing thoughts, and took the initiative to take a few steps forward, choosing to work hard.

Ghost Eye Yang Jian was desperately trying, and they had no choice.

Because once Yang Jian lost and Li Gui, a captain-level character, revived, this last place would also be completely invaded by Li Gui.

This is no longer a matter of selfishness or selfishness.

Because Yang Jian stood at the forefront, once Yang Jian died.

In such a small area, they have no chance of escape.

Everyone knows how big this guy's ghost domain is.

You're dead, we don't have to fight the ghosts anymore, I'm afraid you will kill them all by yourself. (end of this chapter)