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Chapter 588 Incomprehensible heterogeneity

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    Huang Ziya was desperate at this moment. She knew that she was about to die from the resuscitation of the ghost. The weird thick hair seemed to be connected to the abyss of hell, and she was going to be pulled into it. There was no way to resist this kind of pull, because  The ghost was on her own.

    But she still didn't want to give up, didn't want to die like this, if she wanted to die, she wouldn't have lived till now, she would have collapsed and committed suicide during the period of becoming a ghost master.

    Just when Huang Ziya felt that her whole body had been swallowed by this weird hair, her hands that had not been swallowed felt someone grabbing her wrist.

    The palm was cold and stiff, without a trace of the warmth of a living person, as if a corpse had grabbed him.

    "It's Yang Jian"

    Engulfed by the strange hair, Huang Ziya, who could no longer see the outside scene, was still alive. When she realized something, the fear in her heart was instantly suppressed, and a hope of being alive surged out, and at the same time, she immediately grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.

    Huang Ziya wanted to cry for help, but there were countless hairs wrapped around her face, and what surrounded her was only a human figure, and even her mouth was filled with the creepy black hair.

    This kind of hair doesn't seem to be growing just from her head, but from all over her body.

    "Who made me speechless, he should know about my situation, butcan he save me in time?"

    Huang Ziya began to feel uneasy again after being pleasantly surprised. She can no longer control the ghost in her body, and the ghost is eroding her. Even if Yang Jian has recovered, he may not be able to stop all of this.

    However, she just came up with this idea.

    The unexpected happened.

    Huang Ziya felt that the thick black hair wrapped around her was beginning to withdraw, and even her body began to gradually feel the existence of the nearby ground, without the feeling of sinking and falling into the abyss.

    The influence of ghosts on oneself seems to be weakening.

    No, it's not weakening, it's being suppressed.

    My own ghost began to no longer recover, and it returned to the calmest time before. Even in the end, I couldn't feel the existence of the ghost, as if I had become a normal person, and my body senses were better than ever.

    After a while.

    With the ghost being suppressed, Huang Ziya was finally able to resume her actions at this time. She raised her head suddenly, and she could barely see the situation in front of her through the strands of black hair hanging down in front of her eyes.

    I saw Yang Jian squatting in front of him covered in blood. His body was stiff and exuded a strong smell of blood. The only half of his head on his neck looked hideous and terrifying.  With the slightest sign of being alive, it was simply a fully revived ghost.

    "This state is not right." Huang Ziya's eyes changed suddenly when he saw Yang Jian's disappearing half of his head.

    The joy of being suppressed by the ghost just now is gone.

    She participated in the entire rescue process of Yang Jian by herself, and was very clear about Yang Jian's state. Yang Jian's previous consciousness was stored on the upper half of his head, and the lower half of his head was just a very ordinary corpse without any abnormalities.

    But now, the head representing Yang Jian's consciousness has disappeared.

    Is this the return of consciousness, or another ghost revived?

    Huang Ziya felt the power coming from Yang Jian's palm, as if someone was choking on something before death. Her stiff fingers showed no sign of letting go. Seeing that the weird black hair on her body had almost disappeared, she tried to  Pull out your arm.

    But there was no way to get rid of that cold palm.

    Yang Jian also squatted there motionless, as if silent, without any movement.

    Neither attacked her, nor let her go, and there is no information yet.

    "Do you want to light the ghost candle?" Huang Ziya touched her pocket, her expression fluctuating.

    Although the ghost candle was used before, it didn't burn much. After all, it was only used to find headless corpses before, and it didn't directly resist the attack of ghosts.

    "It's useless to use the ghost candle at this time. If Yang Jian really has no way to control his body, the ghost candle won't be able to delay much time. The ghost in his body is too scary. I almost died of the dead body after I came into contact with his body for a moment.  The ghost has revived."

    Huang Ziya gritted her teeth, reluctant to use this thing, and chose to give up.bsp; Just when Huang Ziya was full of doubts, Yang Jian lost his spirit and turned ashen. His dim eyes suddenly opened, and another eye appeared in the gap.

    This is a red ghost eye without pupils.

    The ghost eye replaced the dead man's eyeball in the eye socket, allowing Yang Jian to regain his sight.

    "Yang Jian?" Huang Ziya tried to shout, but the expression on his face showed more fear and anxiety.

    "Yes, it's me."

    Yang Jian's throat moved, and he spoke, his voice was very weird, not a tone that a living person could make.

    After all, he is no longer a living person, but a corpse with a mutilated head.

    After hearing the answer, Huang Ziya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief no matter how intrusive Yang Jian looked like.

    It was finally a success.

    Although there were some twists and turns, he still sent Yang Jian's head back and helped him get back his body.

    "It's fine if it's okay. It's finally over. I thought I was going to die here." Huang Ziya said; "What happened to you? Why did you lose your good head? Was it attacked by a ghost?  ?¡±

    "No, clearly."

    Yang Jian's remaining half of his head opened his mouth, and his voice was still weird and unpleasant.

    However, his thinking is very clear, and he is also thinking about the previous situation at this moment.

    There was no warning, no harbinger of the appearance of a ghost, only a sudden instinctive sense of danger, and then he was attacked by something.

    First the head fell off, and then the falling head was split in two.

    Normal people, even the vast majority of ghost masters are already dead in this situation. If it weren't for the curse of the music box, Yang Jian would not be able to survive.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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