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Chapter 909 Conflict of Rules

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    Wang Chaling stared at the starving ghost sitting on the chair in the safe house, his eyes flickered, and various thoughts flooded his mind.

    He can be sure that no one outside knows that the starved ghosts in the headquarters were stolen by himself, so after the ghost shepherd Chen Qiaoyang appears, he must first make sure that the starved ghosts he put in the safe house have been stolen.  Chen Qiaoyang took it away.

    Although the possibility is not high, he still needs to confirm.

    "This is the only ghost in the supernatural circle that can be restarted and successfully imprisoned. Whether it is the value of the starving ghost itself or the value of the coffin nail, it is extremely important, especially for me, otherwise I will  Back then, I wouldn¡¯t have taken the risk of going to the headquarters to steal this starving ghost out.¡±

    Wang Chaling still has lingering fears in his heart when he thinks back to his decision.

    Once things go wrong, he will be hunted down by the headquarters.

    However, he feels that although there are risks, they are within the scope of his own responsibility.

    First of all, it was not me who acted, but my grandpa and grandma who had turned into ghosts.

    Ghosts don't die.

    So even if it fails, nothing will happen, and when the headquarters was dealing with ghost paintings, all the masters had been recruited, and it was almost impossible for the remaining people to stop the generation of ghosts of the Wang family.

    The result is obvious.

    He succeeded.

    The starving ghost was stolen from the headquarters abruptly by him, and brought to Dadong City, where he hid in the safe house until today.

    Wang Chaling didn't dare to move the coffin nail yet.

    He has seriously studied S-level supernatural events and archives of starved ghosts. For this level of ghosts, any carelessness may cause a devastating disaster.

    After all, this ghost will restart.

    "Using the restart of the starving ghost, I can counteract the restart of the old house. As long as I succeed, I can take back the pendulum clock of the old house. Then if I force the starving ghost to enter the restart stage, then with the restart of the pendulum clock, I will create  An unsolvable restart cycle, the starving ghost restarts forty minutes, the pendulum clock restarts for thirty minutes, and the total is seventy minutes."

    "One cycle makes the time in the ancient house go back 70 minutes. If everything goes well, I can return the time in the old house to a certain point in the past."

    "Even, back in that day"

    Wang Chaling stretched out his hand to grind the thick door of the safe house, feeling a surge of excitement in his heart.

    Because he has already grasped this opportunity in his hands.

    It is possible, but not hopeless.

    It's just a little bit of control, the control of the starving ghost.

    After all, it is impossible for the starving ghost to restart continuously as you conceived, it will kill people.

    Wang Chaling also knew the law of killing a starving ghost.

    This kind of confidential file is qualified for a captain like him to read it.

    However now

    Wang Chaling put down his palm, with a look of helplessness on his face.

    He hasn't thought of a good way to control the starving ghost. At the same time, the matter of the ancient house attracted Yang Jian, and Yang Jian was following the pendulum clock

    That is to say, if you can't implement the infinite restart plan in a short time, then everything will be meaningless if the pendulum clock is taken away by Yang Jian.

    Therefore, if you want to complete this plan, you must hurry up before Yang Jian takes away the pendulum clock.

    "Yang Jian probably doesn't have the ability to take the pendulum clock yet, otherwise he would never take it later with his personality. It takes a correct time to touch the pendulum clock. Yang Jian was suspicious when he fought with Chen Qiaoyang before.  He used the ability to restart, but his restart should be very short."

    "It lasted for less than three minutes, and the limit is very large."

    Wang Chaling made a judgment.

    He is confident that the current Yang Jian cannot touch the pendulum clock.

    "But no matter what, I don't have much time. I must come up with a reasonable plan as soon as possible and implement the plan." Wang Chaling began to feel a sense of urgency.

    According to his plan, if everything goes well, the ancient house is under his control, and with the starving ghost in his hand, he will have enough time to slowly improve the plan and wait for the opportunity.

    After all, he is an ordinary person, not a ghost master, and can live for a long time.

    Big deal, it will take a few years, ten years.

    When the conditions are met, Wang Chaling is not in a hurry, he can afford to wait.

    "Since there is nothing wrong here, I have to go out and deal with it."sp; did not dare to resist.

    This kind of supernatural phenomenon happened to me, the first time it must be fear.

    "I am Yang Jian."

    Zhang Zhidong asked again; "Where are you taking me?"

    Yang Jian carried this person to the nearest red wooden bench in front of the gate of the building again.

    He cut the man's arm, leaving it bleeding.

    Blood dripped on a weird rag doll.

    This is the last dead doll in Yang Jian's hands.

    "Sit down." Yang Jian pressed his shoulders and let you sit on the red wooden stool.

    Zhang Zhidong was at a loss and at a loss. He had no room to resist, but sat down firmly.

    But then, he found that his body quickly lost consciousness, and at the same time, something happened that made him collapse to the point of despair.

    Originally, there was no one on the red wooden bench, but as he sat down, a strange person appeared beside him.

    Dead, lifeless, cold and weird, old clothes, like a corpse that has been dead for many years, and this person's feet are glued to the wooden bench, as if they are integrated into one.

    "Is this a ghost?"

    Zhang Zhidong's hairs stood on end and his scalp was numb. He wanted to scream, but found that he was powerless.

    Yang Jian stood beside him, clutching the surrogate doll, watching with cold eyes.

    The dead doll has already moved at this moment. It struggled in Yang Jian's hands, punched and kicked Yang Jian, trying to break free and escape from here.

    But to no avail.

    Yang Jian grabbed the surrogate doll and refused to let it leave.

    "That's how it is. Let ordinary people trigger the medium to draw out the ghosts, and then use the surrogate doll to divert the ghosts' attacks. At this time, an interesting thing happens. Will the ghosts attack the living people on the wooden bench, or will they attack the ghosts in Yang Jian's hands?"  Replace the doll?"

    "Sure enough, the collision of ghosts and ghosts, the conflict of rules and rules, is still his play, he is simply born to do this."

    Feng Quan's muffled voice was somewhat amazed.

    Tong Qian nodded slightly and said, "If the ghost wants to attack the surrogate doll in Yang Jian's hands, then the ghost will definitely leave the wooden bench and invade the real world from the medium."

    "Once a ghost appears in the real world, it can be restricted."

    Although they saw through the key points at a glance, they couldn't think of this plan in a short time.

    Really perfect.

    The ghost on the wooden bench, which was originally helpless, was about to be forcibly lured out by Yang Jian with a surrogate doll.

    Of course, there are also risks in this.

    After all, it is also possible for ghosts not to attack the surrogate doll.

    "It's really a loss-making business. To dispose of this red wooden stool, you have to use up the last surrogate doll." Yang Jian felt at a loss in his heart at the moment.

    This is a life-saving thing, better than the ghost candle, and it is not worthwhile to consume it here.

    next moment.

    There was a reaction on the calm wooden bench, and it began to vibrate violently, shaking.

    It seems that some invisible supernatural power is interfering with all this.

    However, Zhang Zhidong, who was sitting on it, opened his eyes wide in horror. He turned his head and looked aside, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing.

    A conflict of rules and rules arises.

    At the same time, the wooden bench that existed as a medium was not destroyed, because Zhang Zhidong is an ordinary person, he does not have supernatural powers, and cannot resist the attack of ghosts. He just dripped a drop of blood on the surrogate doll,

    And the function of the surrogate doll is to divert the attack of the ghost.

    The ghost wants to attack Zhang Zhidong, and it turns into a ghost who wants to attack the surrogate doll.

    But the surrogate doll is not on the red wooden bench and has no contact with the medium, so now the ghost wants to kill the surrogate doll outside the medium, instead of killing Zhang Zhidong.

    The medium has become a bondage, which binds the ghost's law of killing.

    The ghost is breaking free, seems to be getting rid of the shackles of the red wooden stool, and invades the real world from an unknown place.

    "Will it appear?"

    Yang Jian waited for the rabbit with a golden spear in his hand.

    The red wooden stool shook more and more violently, and even fell to the ground several times, but it just didn't fall.

    Zhang Zhidong, who was sitting on the wooden table, could not escape, he could only accept all this horror.

    gradually.

    A supernatural phenomenon appeared.

    A terrifying figure gradually emerged from the wooden bench.

    It was a fierce ghost, struggling, shaking the red wooden stool, trying to get rid of its restraints, and kill the dead baby not far away.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)A terrifying figure gradually emerged.

    It was a fierce ghost, struggling, shaking the red wooden stool, trying to get rid of its restraints, and kill the dead baby not far away.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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