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    Yang Jian used Zhang Zhidong, an ordinary person, as a bait, and combined with the method of diverting the attack of the ghost for the dead baby to create a supernatural conflict.

    As long as the ghost appears, it can be restricted under the current conditions.

    Sure enough.

    Following the occurrence of the spiritual conflict, the red wooden stool began to shake violently, and a terrifying and strange figure emerged.

    That was the figure of a ghost.

    It's just that this figure is very vague, as if shrouded in a layer of haze. There is only a human-shaped outline that is not clear enough, and the human-shaped outline is distorted, as if struggling, and as if laughing to death at any time.

    The ghost wanted to kill the surrogate doll in Yang Jian's hand, because Zhang Zhidong triggered the ghost's law of killing.

    But this ghost cannot leave the medium of the red wooden stool.

    So under this kind of spiritual conflict, how does the ghost kill the surrogate doll?

    Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the dirty old doll in his hand, waiting for further developments,

    No one can predict what will happen during the spiritual conflict, and he can only make a bold guess based on his past experience and his personal way of doing things.

    "A ghost appeared" Feng Quan also stared at the strange ghost on the red wooden stool.

    "No, it's not considered an appearance, it's just that the supernatural power has begun to affect the reality. The ghost has not really been exposed from the medium, and the supernatural conflict is still going on." Tong Qian was also observing carefully. He saw the figure of this ghost  Not stable.

    The ghost wanted to attack the surrogate doll in Yang Jian's hands, but he refused to leave the red wooden bench.

    The medium is binding the ghost.

    At the same time, the ghost's law of killing is forcing the ghost to act.

    Under such circumstances, the ghost is fighting against itself, and Yang Jian is like an experienced hunter, playing with this terrifying ghost.

    Only ghosts can deal with ghosts!

    This sentence seems to have been thoroughly understood by Yang Jian. He never thought of using the power of a living person to fight against the ghost, but has been trying to create this kind of spiritual conflict, and even create a logical endless loop.

    "Look over there, the other red wooden benches are starting to break." Suddenly, Li Yang pointed to the hall of the building, the rows of weird red wooden benches.

    Those red wooden stools seem to have lost some kind of support at this moment, cracks began to appear, and then broke directly, and then the wood on the ground continued to crack and turned into a pile of sawdust, and then the pile of sawdust  It all seemed to have turned into a cold breath and drifted away with the wind.

    "The red wooden stool is the medium of the ghost. Now that the ghost wants to break free from the red wooden stool, there is no need for the medium to exist without the support of spiritual power." Feng Quan said immediately.

    Then his gaze quickly shifted to the red wood in front of him.

    The figure of the ghost became clearer.

    They can even see the old clothes on the ghost that don't look like modern style, as well as the cold and blurred face.

    It's just that this ghost has no legs.

    No.

    Ghost has two legs. Those legs are curled up and attached to the red wooden stool, as if they have grown together.

    Ghosts cannot move, and the red wooden bench is an item for carrying ghosts.

    The ghost appears through the wooden bench and kills the person on the wooden bench.

    But at this moment, the ghost was trying to get up and leave, its stiff body was twisting, struggling, and then bit by bit it got rid of the shackles of the wooden bench.

    Elsewhere in the building.

    The weird wooden stool that appeared before began to break and shatter in a more rapid manner, and then turned into powder and disappeared.

    The number of media is declining at an unimaginable speed.

    Once the ghost completely leaves the red wooden bench, all mediums will disappear.

    Ghosts will also completely invade reality.

    Zhang Zhidong, who was used as the bait, was so frightened that he was about to pass out. Others couldn't see clearly, but he could see very clearly.

    An extremely terrifying ghost writhed its body as stiff as a corpse beside him.

    Blurred face, empty eyes, looking at himself from time to time, as if he was going to kill himself at any time, but I don't know why every time this ghost is attracted by something, he turns to stare in another direction, and the two  between seems to?Get some backlash.  "

    Yang Jian went back to Shangtong Building to run his company, and said to everyone.

    "Also, Dachang City will strengthen its vigilance starting tomorrow, so we can't be so lazy. The appearance of Chen Qiaoyang is a very bad signal, which shows that there are still earlier ghost masters surviving in this world."

    "With the continuous occurrence of supernatural events, these people will not be able to hide sooner or later, and will gradually emerge soon."

    "People who can live from more than ten years ago, or even decades ago, can imagine how dangerous they are."

    Yang Jian's expression was not relaxed, but a bit dignified.

    Because he learned from Chen Qiaoyang's memory that he was not the only one who survived that period.

    "It seems that the spiritual world will become more and more chaotic in the future." Feng Quan smoked a cigarette, frowned, and said in a dull voice: "But this also proves that our previous arrangement was correct."

    "With the captain of the headquarters here, the situation should not get worse." Li Yang said.

    Huang Ziya smiled at the side: "If there is one named Chen Qiaoyang, he dares to fight the three captains. If there are more, maybe he will dare to attack the headquarters. The water in the supernatural circle is deep. I didn't think it before, but now it seems  We are still too naive, but fortunately, our captain will support the sky falling."

    After finishing speaking, she winked at Yang Jian.

    "Wrong, people are not a big threat. The real threat is supernatural events, because people can communicate, negotiate, and intimidate, but ghosts can't." Yang Jian said.

    Although he was very concerned about being retaliated against, he was not too worried.

    He was still worried about supernatural events.

    Just like the red wooden stool incident before, it was an apparently ordinary supernatural incident, but it made Yang Jian feel a little helpless. The supernatural weapons, coffin nails and hatchets in his hands were useless.

    There is also the paper man carrying the sedan chair.

    The fifth-floor ghost domain was easily invaded. If it hadn't been for Chen Qiaoyang, he would have faced unimaginable danger.

    The pendulum clock restarted by the Wang family is also an existence that Yang Jian currently has no solution for.

    "Forget it, it's very late today, so it's inappropriate to say this, we'll talk about it tomorrow if there's something else," Yang Jian said.

    "Go home and sleep, go home and sleep, I'm really sleepy." Xiong Wenwen immediately became excited when he heard that the meeting was about to end.

    Yang Jian didn't say much, he disappeared in a flash of red light, and the ghost boy disappeared at the same time.

    "Damn, Xiao Yang, are you leaving now? You take me with you." Xiong Wenwen yelled immediately.

    "Let's drive back, it's not too far anyway, the captain must have his own things to be busy," Tong Qian said.

    Feng Quandao: "Let's go first, I will stay at the company tonight to avoid any accidents."

    "Remember to notify if something happens," Li Yang said.

    "certainly."

    Soon, everyone broke up and left.

    Feng Quan was the only one left in the empty office.

    Feng Quan was smoking, but instead of dissipating, the smoke became thicker and thicker.

    No, it's not smoke, it's fog.

    In the thick fog.

    Feng Quan was deep in thought, and murmured: "Has my memory been changed?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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