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Chapter 900 The Scariest Taboo

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    The actions of Li Jun and Wang Chaling inside and outside the ancient house are still going on.

    But in the lobby on the first floor of the Ning'an Building in Dadong City, Yang Jian and his team are still thinking about how to deal with this supernatural event code-named red wooden stool.

    At this very moment.

    The empty hall on the first floor was filled with long red wooden benches, and on each wooden bench sat a strange corpse. These corpses seemed to have died not long ago, but their complexion was strange, not bruised.  Blue and black, but distorted and red, and some corpses even maintained a stiff expression of fear.

    They were all ordinary people who triggered the ghost's killing pattern and died in the building.

    However, it is uncertain whether it is a human being or not.

    At this moment.

    Wearing a dead man's shroud, the barefooted ghost boy ran straight to the door of the hall, passing through the red wooden bench in front of him.

    The dead body sitting on the wooden bench seemed indifferent to this, without any reaction.

    The ghost boy continued on.

    Shuttle among the red wooden stools, looking for the gap between the wooden stools.

    "Are you deliberately avoiding contact with those red wooden benches?" Yang Jian observed the situation and found that even a ghost boy was actively avoiding the wooden benches.

    This shows that wooden stools are dangerous, and very dangerous.

    It was really reckless for me to take the initiative to accept the attack of ghosts before. If I hadn't become a different kind this time, I would probably have played myself to death.

    The ghost boy ran slower and slower as he ran forward.

    Because there are fewer and fewer gaps in front for the ghost boy to walk through, and even when he finally approaches the gate, the ghost boy's footsteps have completely stopped.

    The ghost boy stood there motionless, as if frozen.

    Because there is no road ahead.

    The red wooden stools seem to be connected together, and the rows are for the surrounding circle.

    "It stopped?" Tong Qian frowned.

    Feng Quan said in a deep voice, "Because there is no way."

    "Why is there no way? It's not completely blocked, so it can be crossed directly. Does it mean that this thing has no brains and doesn't know how to find a way." Xiong Wenwen secretly observed and expressed his opinion.

    Feng Quan glanced at him: "A ghost sees things differently than a human sees things. A ghost boy is an enlightenment between ghosts and ghost slaves. When it stops, it means that one thing is that the road ahead is blocked.  The ghost is blocked, you think you can cross it, maybe you will be watched by the ghost as soon as you cross it."

    "At that time, let alone leaving, whether you can survive is a problem."

    "HoweverYang Jian, there are so many people in our team, and we have two ghost domains. There is no reason for us to be caught in a dilemma by these wooden benches."

    Yang Jian said: "It's really not difficult to leave, but you have to be careful if you want to leave safely, don't worry, we are not completely trapped, it's okay to spend a little time, maybe we can come up with some way to solve this supernatural  event."

    "Now that the ghost boy can't get out smoothly, it means that there are no loopholes to exploit in the road ahead, and some tough methods must be used."

    He changed tactics.

    "What should I do?" Tong Qian asked.

    "Just watch it. I'll handle it alone. This red wooden stool is too dangerous for you. Once you are targeted by a ghost master, you will almost certainly die."

    After finishing speaking, he signaled the others to get out of the way.

    It's not that Yang Jian is showing off his abilities, but that it is difficult for others to help with the matter in front of him.

    He walked to the nearest red wooden bench.

    A cold corpse just sat there, motionless, eyes closed, as if asleep.

    However, Yang Jian could clearly feel that there was some kind of incomprehensible supernatural power on the corpse.

    It seems that there is an invisible ghost affecting everything here.

    "The ghost on the wooden bench cannot trigger the discovery of the media, and it does not exist in reality, so neither the hatchet nor the coffin nails can affect it, and it will only attack the person who is also sitting on the wooden bench. The law of killing  It¡¯s very simple, and it¡¯s not easy to trigger it.¡±

    "So if you want to temporarily suppress the red wooden stool, the best way is to let another ghost sit on it."

    "Ghosts attack ghosts, and the supernatural phenomenon should be resolved. After all, ghosts can't be killed."

    Yang Jian thought to himself, this is what he did too.?Well, it seems that I, the ghost shepherd, have not been eliminated yet.  "Chen Qiaoyang smiled slightly: "It's a pity for this Li Jun who is not afraid of life and death.  "

    But then he suddenly noticed something, and his smile froze immediately.

    In the middle of the hall of the ancient house.

    An outrageous figure of a woman in a red dress with white hands appeared there. Her facial features were blurred but vaguely recognizable. That should be a very beautiful woman.

    The woman's feet are also blurred, as if floating in mid-air, giving people an extra weird feeling.

    "Why is that murderous painting still there" Chen Qiaoyang yelled, even his voice changed a little.

    However, don't wait for him to think about it.

    The darkness of the ancient house seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. The darkness was very strange. Looking down from a height, it looked like a black coffin was placed there.

    "It's that coffin."

    Chen Qiaoyang trembled suddenly, and his previous calmness was gone.

    Some kind of nightmarish horror seems to have descended on the old house.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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