Mysterious resurgence

The out-of-control Du Weijing has completely walked out of the gate of the Ping An Technology Experimental Base. He is now standing on the asphalt outside.

At this moment, it was still raining lightly in the sky, and the surroundings were damp and cold.

But after Wei Jing appeared, the surrounding environment became even weirder. The surrounding light seemed to be disappearing, and a layer of darkness was appearing and shrouding the vicinity. This darkness was very rich and thick, and it seemed that it was almost taking on substance.

This is Wei Jing’s ghostland.

It is also a ghost realm of ghosts.

It's just that Wei Jing is part of the ghost community, and his ghost domain is not complete, and the coverage area is not very large.

Although the scope is not large, Wei Jing's ghost domain is very scary. Even Yang Jian's three-level ghost domain cannot be invaded. Only the fourth-level ghost domain can compete with it. Only by opening the fifth-level ghost domain can we resist the invasion. In this situation For most ghost masters, it is very despairing.

It was not without reason that when a group of people went to deal with the ghost incident, they were almost trapped and died.

However, just as Wei Jing's ghost realm spread, Yang Jian's figure appeared on the other side of the road. He left the building to stop Wei Jing who was out of control.

To be on the safe side, he brought the ghost boy.

The ghost boy with a bulging belly seemed to have eaten and drank enough. His pair of red eyes were like an extension of the ghost's eyes. He was looking at everything around him curiously. In addition, the dead head held in his hand looked even more interesting. Danger.

The head was obviously in a high degree of decay, but there were still signs of movement.

The gray-white eyes were peeping, making people shudder.

"There is really no consciousness." Yang Jian observed that there was no trace of a living person on Wei Jing's dead face.

Numb and cold, like a walking corpse.

"Although he lost consciousness, he did not actively attack me, nor did he attack Wang Xiaoming before. This state is very strange, not like a ghost, nor like a human being."

Like Wang Xiaoming's previous observation, Yang Jian also made a judgment.

It is believed that the ghost's murderous law has temporarily failed in the case of Du Weijing, who is out of control.

Since there were no rules, Yang Jian decided to confront them head-on.

"Let the dead head stare at Wei Jing." Yang Jian gave the order to the ghost boy.

This is the most conservative confrontation. Although the Dead Head is a ghost, it is a very special existence. Although it is very dangerous, it can be used just by holding it in your hand. I feel that this thing is very suitable for being made into a supernatural object. For example, if you point a telescope or a double-barreled shotgun at a person, you will die, and if you point it at a ghost, you will suppress it.

The rotten dead head adjusted its direction in the ghost boy's hands, and the pair of dead gray eyes stared at Wei Jing at this moment.

Suppression occurs.

The ghost realm around Wei Jing was affected, and the dark and oppressive darkness began to gradually dissipate. Although the speed was not very fast, the effect was already obvious.

"It works. But suppression is not enough." Yang Jian's face moved slightly.

A rotten dead head can only suppress Wei Jing's ghost realm, but he is still moving and walking this way. What this means is already obvious.

The danger level of Wei Jing is very high.

Putting aside the scope of influence, his current danger level has at least reached level A, which is the same level as the knocker incident.

"Wang Xiaoming asked me to rescue Wei Jing, not kill him. This is somewhat difficult for me. After all, some things are difficult to grasp." Yang Jian looked behind him at this moment.

At some point, a tall headless black figure stood behind him.

The headless black shadow started walking on the ground like a living person, and it headed towards Wei Jing.

With the rotting dead head and the suppression of the headless ghost, Yang Jian felt that this should be enough.

However, the appearance of the headless ghost seemed to have aroused Wei Jing's attention. He stopped and looked at the approaching ghost with his empty eyes. There was an incomprehensible change. This change made Wei Jing Fighting back, he picked up the old blackened straw rope around his waist with his stiff palms.

Ghost rope!

This is a ghost and a terrifying supernatural thing, and it has already revived.

The reason why there was no movement was because Wei Jing had been suppressing him on weekdays, so he didn't show any movement.

Now.

Wei Jing, who was holding the ghost rope, let go of his hand, escaped from his control, and fell to the ground.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it back." Yang Jian's eyes moved, and the target of the ghost attack changed. He wanted to take away the ghost rope.

He had originally snatched this rope away from the ghost. Later, Wei Jing was mysteriously resurrected and brought it back from the ghost, so he had no objection to the ownership of this thing.

After all, Wei Jing also relied on his own ability to get it back, and Yang Jian did not shamelessly stand up and say that this thing was his.

But things are different now, Wei Jing is out of control.

The headless ghost's arms, which were condensed by shadows, were raised, as if they were reaching out to grab the straw rope.

Ghost shadow vs. ghost rope, this scene has happened before, and it was the ghost shadow that won that time. The reason is very simple. This ghost rope that can hang people cannot hang a headless ghost shadow.

But the next moment.

A strange scene happened.

Before Guiying could touch the grass rope, the black ghost rope instantly wrapped around Guiying's body and tied him up directly.

The headless ghost is struggling, but there is no way to leave. This rope can even tie the shadow without a body. If a person is close, it will be strangled to death in an instant, and the body will be twisted.

"The ghost rope has undergone some kind of change that I don't know about." Yang Jian became solemn.

This rope is different from the previous one.

But Ghost Rope’s resurgence continues.

In the dim sky, strange straw ropes began to hang down one by one. They did not cover a large area, but they gathered together densely. These straw ropes began to gather together thinking about Yang Jian and wanted to attack him.

A straw rope was very close and fell on Yang Jian's shoulder. It immediately strangled his neck and then tried to hang him up.

Yang Jian's expression remained as usual. He stretched out his hand to grab the ghost rope without exerting any force.

The ghost rope that was supposed to be extremely strong broke instantly, as if it was weathered, leaving only a ball of black powder in his hand, which dispersed cleanly as soon as the wind blew.

not only that.

Each of these floating grass ropes was pulled by a black palm. The ghostly hand chose to fight against these extended ghost ropes.

One after another, the grass ropes broke, shattered, and then dissipated completely.

The strange straw rope hanging from the sky had just revived, and was retreating before killing anyone.

"My ghost hand has also obtained a part of the ghost puzzle, and this suppression exceeds the ghost rope." Yang Jian was both fighting and trying. He looked at his blackened palm and came to a conclusion.

Then he looked at the headless ghost.

At this time, a real black palm appeared on the shadow arm of the headless ghost. This black palm grabbed the ghost rope and tried to suppress it.

The ghost rope is loosening, and the headless ghost is struggling to escape control.

Although suppression exists, the effect is not obvious.

"The derived ghost hand cannot suppress the real ghost rope that is the source. Although it is effective, if I really want to take away this ghost rope, I have to do it myself." Yang Jian thought to himself, having already made a rough judgment.

"In that case, don't worry about the ghost rope. It's better to suppress Wei Jing directly. My ghost shadow is trapped, and his ghost rope is useless."

The next moment, Yang Jian opened a four-story ghost realm.

With the rotting dead heads suppressing Wei Jing, his four levels of ghost realm were enough.

Yang Jian disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Wei Jing at the same time, grabbing his arm. All the strange power of the black ghost hand fell on Wei Jing, and nothing else shared it.

"Did the suppression succeed?"

Yang Jian felt that Wei Jing seemed to have stopped moving and seemed to be frozen in place.

The last chapter.