Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian wanted to deal with this supernatural incident quickly, so his current actions were bold and a bit unscrupulous.

Light the white ghost candle in the fourth level ghost realm of the ghost umbrella and actively attract the ghosts. This was something Yang Jian would never have done in the past, because he would not risk his life easily.

But it's different now.

He now has more supernatural power than before, and he knows Kisame's killing methods, plus he holds a powerful supernatural weapon in his hand, which gives him considerable confidence.

Accompanied by white ghost candle burning.

Something began to happen behind the dilapidated and scattered old houses around. With some subtle noises in the rain, a strange man holding a black umbrella and covered in black gauze slowly walked out. , and then kept getting closer to Yang Jian's location.

What is a little different from the ghosts on the third floor is that the ghosts on the fourth floor are still wet even if they are holding an umbrella, and there are water drops falling from time to time. They look like they have been wandering in this rainy world for a long time.

"very good."

Yang Jian was not afraid, but faced him directly.

However, the burning of the white ghost candle not only attracted one ghost, but also several strange figures holding umbrellas appeared one after another behind other collapsed houses, and as time passed, such figures gradually There have been more, and the number is even greater than on the third floor.

In fact, there are not a few ghosts on this level, but they are usually very scattered, so it is not easy to find them. Now that they are all attracted by the ghost candles, the number is naturally larger.

Yang Jian came directly to the ghost as before. Without hesitation, he grabbed the umbrella in Li Gui's hand and tried to snatch it away.

However, when he exerted a little force, he found that the umbrella in the opponent's hand was motionless and there was no way to snatch it away.

You know, his palm is a ghost hand, with the ability to suppress ghosts. Although it cannot fight against very scary ghosts, it can also deal with ordinary supernatural beings.

"The ghosts on the fourth floor are indeed different. They can't be dealt with casually like before, but that's all."

Yang Jian dropped the umbrella in his hand, then held the spear tightly, raised his hand and struck the sharp ghost in front of him with a knife.

The old hatchet was extremely sharp when facing Li Gui, and easily cut off one of Li Gui's arms.

Although the cold arm was still clutching the black umbrella, Yang Jian had easily snatched it away.

Yang Jian, who had been showered with rain, immediately raised the fourth layer of umbrellas to avoid being soaked in the strange rain for a long time. The ghost in front of him lost his black umbrella and started to tremble under the wash of the rain curtain. is dissolving.

Like a snowman drenched in spring rain.

After a while, the ghost completely disappeared and became part of the water on the ground.

Ghosts never die, they just exist in a different way.

When Yang Jian saw this scene, he vaguely felt that the endless rain here must be related to the ghosts imprisoned here.

The deeper you go into the ghost umbrella, the heavier the rain will fall, and the scarier the ghost will become.

But when this idea first appeared, the vision around Yang Jian became dim again until all the light disappeared. Then after a while, the vision slowly recovered.

There was a loud sound of rain all around.

The rain fell, hitting the black umbrella with a dull and weird sound. In less than a moment, several holes had appeared in the umbrella in Yang Jian's hand.

The umbrella on the fourth floor seems to be unable to last long in the face of the heavy rain on the fifth floor.

However, when the light returned, Yang Jian was stunned.

Because the surrounding scene has changed dramatically again. Before, there were only a few dilapidated and collapsed wooden houses, but now there are rows of complete houses around. Some of these houses are made of wood, some are made of blue bricks, and they are all It is very complete, not dilapidated, and looks like a small village.

The only difference is that there is no one in this village, not a single person, and every house has its door locked, seemingly denying anyone entry.

"There is actually such a place inside Kisame."

Yang Jian glanced around with his ghostly eyes and made sure that the roofs of these houses were all intact. In other words, if you want to take shelter from the rain, you can only enter the house, because if you stay outside, you can't do it with the knife in your hand. The black umbrellas brought on the fourth floor were unable to block such a heavy rain.

Not daring to hesitate, he quickly came to a house before the umbrella was completely damaged.

Only then did he realize that all the houses here had no eaves, which meant that you couldn't stand under the eaves to take shelter from the rain.

Yang Jian tried to push the door open.

However, the seemingly fragile door only shook slightly and did not open. It seemed like it was locked from the inside.

"It's not a door that can be opened simply by relying on strength. It requires supernatural power to open such a door." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and then he used the supernatural power of the bus to slam into it.

moment.

The wooden door was knocked open with a bang.

However, what surprised Yang Jian was that the wooden door was not damaged by this collision. You must know that the impact he just made was no less than the impact of a supernatural bus. This level of supernatural wooden door is enough to break into pieces, and it is impossible to withstand it. Come down.

As the wooden doors were opened, it was only then that Yang Jian saw clearly the true condition of the two wooden doors.

This is not two door panels at all, but a door made up of two coffin lids. It’s just because the door is relatively narrow that people standing outside can’t see the whole thing clearly. They think it’s a normal door and it doesn’t match the coffin lid at all. connect together.

"In this evil place, the coffin lid is used to form the door, and there are no windows or patios. It doesn't look like a normal house at all."

Yang Jian frowned.

If it were before, he wouldn't want to step into this house at all.

No.

If it had been before, Yang Jian wouldn't have been able to open the door at all, and he might have been soaked to death by the heavy rain outside.

It was right not to deal with this supernatural incident before.

Who would have thought that there would be such a huge difference in the danger between a four-layer ghost umbrella and a five-layer ghost umbrella.

On the fourth floor, Yang Jian was still able to do whatever he wanted. After entering the fifth floor, even Yang Jian now had to put away his contempt and become more vigilant.

He didn't want to overturn the situation here.

Yang Jian walked into the house. Although it was pitch dark, at least he wouldn't be caught in the heavy rain. But when he opened his ghost eyes and looked around regardless of the darkness, he felt strong supernatural interference.

The disturbance was most obvious when looking deep into the house, and the ghostly eyes were distorted.

However, such a problem cannot trouble Yang Jian now.

Then, light green flames began to appear out of thin air around him. These flames grew rapidly and began to burn violently.

The appearance of the will-o'-the-wisp lit up everything around it, and at the same time, the situation inside the house was completely revealed to Yang Jian.

He saw that the house was empty, there was nothing, no living people, no dead people, and no scary ghosts. There were only black umbrellas abandoned in disorder on the ground, and these black umbrellas were all They are all different, some have a little damage, some are completely damaged, there is only one umbrella stand, some appear to be open, and some are closed.

Yang Jian looked at the umbrella in his hand, which was also somewhat damaged, so he threw it away casually.

The umbrella in my hand was abandoned in the house, mixed with other umbrellas around, and there was nothing special about it except that it was a little wet.

"An umbrella means that a person or a ghost has entered the fifth level." This idea came to Yang Jian's mind, and there should be no problem with this reasoning.

Because the umbrellas on the fifth floor will not be damaged by heavy rain, only the umbrellas on the fourth floor will not be able to block the heavy rain and show signs of damage if they enter here.

"But the question is, if someone entered the fifth floor like me, and then hid in the house to take shelter from the rain, then where did those people go? Even if they are dead, there must be bodies, or should they? Have you all entered the sixth level?”

Yang Jian's doubts could not be answered, so he could only explore slowly alone.

With questions in his mind, he stepped on the path paved with countless black umbrellas and walked into the depths of the house.

Since you can't speculate on anything, let's use facts to speak.

As Yang Jian continued to advance, the surrounding will-o'-the-wisps also covered him. These will-o'-the-wisps ignited the black umbrella and used it as firewood to burn even more vigorously.

Some black umbrellas were damaged by the will-o'-the-wisps and disappeared.

But some umbrellas never change no matter how they are burned. However, the number of these umbrellas that are not burnt is very small, not many, and they all have a common feature, that is, they are in an open state, and they are all intact. Even an umbrella with a slight chip cannot withstand a will-o'-the-wisp.

"Is the umbrella that is indestructible the one on the fifth floor? If the speculation is correct, then I can successfully enter the sixth floor if I get it?" Yang Jian stopped and reached for the one in front of him. A black umbrella that cannot be burned.

But just when he was about to grab the black umbrella, a figure suddenly appeared among the will-o'-the-wisps burning behind him.

The figure was shrouded in firelight and kept approaching him.

And the feeling is familiar.

It was like the feeling of being spied on in a ghost dream before.

Yang Jian immediately stopped his hand, then turned around suddenly, and at the same time the red spear in his hand was thrown out.

This is a knee-jerk counterattack.

Didn't even think much about it.

However, when the flying spear tore open the will-o'-the-wisp, Yang Jian saw the figure clearly.

It was a female corpse. The corpse was wearing old clothes, and there were even holes in the clothes in several places. What's weird is that the face of the female corpse seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white lime, making it impossible to see clearly. The appearance of a female corpse,

"It's the ghost released from the rotten coffin on the ghost ship." At this moment, Yang Jian understood what the thing that had been following him and peeking at him in secret was.

It turned out that this thing had been following me on the ghost ship.

However, upon observing Yang Jian again, he made a new discovery. He saw that a small piece of lime covering the face of the female corpse had peeled off.