Yang Jian's voice echoed in the dead and old wooden house, and his answer was surprising.
All the same?What does this mean?The mysterious and weird old man continued to ask.
You don't need to understand that you just need to know that I came here this time to fulfill the promise of that day. Although it is a bit late, it doesn't seem to make any sense to your existence time.Yang Jian said again.
He was unwilling to explain too much.
Because Yang Jian is an exception in all cases, it is impossible to explain with the experience and insights of the supernatural circle.
As long as you are willing to save me, no matter whether you are a ghost boy or Yang Jian, I am only worried that you can't do it now and you can't fight against the supernatural here.The old man's voice sounded, revealing a little uneasy.
Because during such a long time, only Yang Jian really entered this place for the second time.
Although there were misunderstandings during this period, those people could not leave alive. Even if they had good luck, they would definitely not be able to return again, let alone save him.
Can you remember a promise from sixty years ago, but you can't see the changes of the times clearly. You are such a pathetic loser. Do you think I am now as I am, as I did in the past, and I need to be cautious and timid when facing the supernatural and evil spirits here?Time can bury many things and create many things.
Yang Jian looked cold, and he strode towards the stairs as he spoke.
He was calm and moved quickly, and he ignored the abnormalities and potential dangers around him.
This is not a sturdy person, but a kind of self-confidence that belongs to him alone.
Cruff!
When he first stepped on the old and special wooden staircase, the steps containing supernatural power seemed unable to bear the weight of Yang Jian, and at this moment, it made a shaky sound.
illusion?
No, this is not an illusion.
When Yang Jian took the second step forward again, the first step behind him collapsed instantly, as if the disrepaired wood had reached its final lifespan and could no longer maintain its original shape.
It was impossible that the old man seemed to have seen this scene, and his voice revealed a bit of horror.
You should know that the steps here are supernatural objects, and there are terrifying ghosts sealed inside. They are not simply stairs. Even if they look very old and crumbling, they are actually impossible to destroy. Even if you use some supernatural means to barely destroy it for a section, the stairs can be quickly restored.
But after Yang Jian walked past, the steps collapsed and there was no sign of recovery.
The supernatural power stored in it seemed to have fallen into permanent silence.
Yang Jian ignored the old man's shock. He continued to move forward. Without taking a step, the steps shattered. Some strange things gradually appeared among the shattered wood chips. He saw the broken fingers hidden in it, the pale skin attached to it, and the terrible resentment spirit stored in it.
This step is entirely constructed by evil spirits.
With so many supernatural powers gathering together, this staircase can no longer be called a supernatural object, but should be called a supernatural building.
This is similar to the ghost post office at the time.
But even so, Yang Jian is too special now, and the supernatural here cannot fight against it, so he can only be forced to remain silent.
Let me see where you are hiding.
There was darkness in front of Yang Jian, and there seemed to be a road to the supernatural land on the steps, but when he opened his ghost eyes, the darkness in front of him was instantly swallowed by red light, and the red light extended to the depths of the unknown, presenting all hidden secrets.
Found it.
Soon, Yang Jian saw something in the depths of the darkness.
It was a broken tombstone. There was a person sitting on the tombstone. The man was about seventy years old, with a cold face all over his body. The strangest thing was that the old man's legs seemed to grow together with the tombstone, and there was no way to separate them.
It is precisely because of this that this old man has been sitting on the tombstone and cannot move.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes turned slightly, and he quickly understood the role of this tombstone. Its existence was to support these wooden stairs.
As long as the stairs exist for a day, this person will be suppressed forever here and cannot escape.
If you want to rescue him, you can only demolish the stairs.
However, there are so many supernatural powers stored on the stairs, and ordinary ghost drivers cannot do this at all. Only people like Yang Jian are qualified to rescue him.
Hurry, carry me out quickly.The old man on the tombstone was waving to Yang Jian, with a little urgency.
However, this behavior seems particularly strange.
You should know that this old man has been here for at least a hundred years, and a normal ghost controller, even an alien, cannot survive for such a long time. In Yang Jian's cognition, the only one who lives the longest is the old man in the pharmacy, Zhang Bohua.
But this person has exceeded the lifespan limit of the ghost driver.
After a brief thought, Yang Jian did not hesitate too much. He took a step forward and stepped into the depths of the darkness, then grabbed the old and broken tombstone, and lifted it up with the old man sitting on the tombstone.
OK, very good.The old man on the tombstone seemed very excited and surprised.
He really got out of trouble.
Yang Jian said nothing, but quickly left with the tombstone. He evacuated the wooden house, passed the road full of souls again, and returned to the gloomy street, finally breaking the boundary between supernatural and reality, and appeared in the dilapidated, green and full of vitality Baishui Town.
Bang!
There was a dull sound of landing.
Yang Jian put down the tombstone in his hand.
The strange old man on the tombstone appeared and disappeared sometimes, and appeared again.
Thank you for helping me.The old man's figure flashed, and he had a smile on his weird old face, but behind this smile, there was an indescribable gloomy and cunning hidden.
It seems that this old man has become a little less like a human at this moment.
A hidden thing gradually emerges.
You're welcome, what I promised will definitely be done, and now the promise I made sixty years ago has been completed.Yang Jian stared at the tombstone and the old man.
This kind of gaze is very special, not as emotional as a living person, but also unlike the numb and empty ghost, it seems to be filled with a divine nature that exceeds everything.
A good young man, it's such a good young man. Since that's the case, you might as well help others to the end. I don't have legs now and can't walk. Why don't you carry me on your back from now on? Wherever I ask you to go, you can go?The old man still smiled, but his smile was gloomy and terrifying.
At the same time, the old man stretched out his thin arm, as if he was about to climb up Yang Jian's back, entangle him tightly, and then put it on him.
But the next moment.
A strong and powerful palm grabbed the old man's neck and lifted it up directly.
The old man, who was indestructible, seemed to be pulled from the supernatural land to reality by this palm, unable to avoid or struggle.
The old man's smile suddenly froze, and then the tombstone under him creaked, as if there was a possibility of collapse at any time.
You must know that this tombstone is truly supernatural.
Being able to break the tombstone means that the person in front of you can dismember the supernatural.
You are very special and dangerous. You have gone very far on the road of ghosts controlling people, so that you have almost become a human being, but only so. Ghosts are ghosts after all, and they should be thrown into hell. Don't worry, I will leave you a place in the deepest part of hell, so that you will never appear in this world forever.
There was a red light in Yang Jian's eyes.
Then a hole was cracked out of thin air behind the old man, and a gap leading to the depths of hell was opened.
There is a burning fire there, a lake that makes everything sink, a wilderness filled with strange big swords, and a mirror hanging in the corners of abandoned cities. These worlds are stacked, trapping countless evil spirits and preventing them from appearing in reality.
The old man was frightened again at this moment. He could not move. The supernatural power was silent and he could not even struggle and resist.
What a hell?No, this is impossible.He knew that Yang Jian was terrible, but he didn't expect that it would be terrible to this extent.
I said that you can't understand me now, so you should cherish your last moment in this world. The reason why I let you out is not just because of a promise, but behind you there was an old man who wanted to completely end the supernatural, but he seemed to have failed.Yang Jian whispered softly.
After saying that, he threw the old man and the tombstone into the depths of hell.
The old man was so crazy that he screamed like a ghost: You are not that ghost child, definitely not that ghost child, who are you
Yang Jian did not answer this question again, but stood at the entrance. His eyes were cold and he looked down slightly towards the depths of the hell, like a god overlooking the entire underworld. The old man on the tombstone was constantly falling, falling into another even more terrifying abyss.
All the same?What does this mean?The mysterious and weird old man continued to ask.
You don't need to understand that you just need to know that I came here this time to fulfill the promise of that day. Although it is a bit late, it doesn't seem to make any sense to your existence time.Yang Jian said again.
He was unwilling to explain too much.
Because Yang Jian is an exception in all cases, it is impossible to explain with the experience and insights of the supernatural circle.
As long as you are willing to save me, no matter whether you are a ghost boy or Yang Jian, I am only worried that you can't do it now and you can't fight against the supernatural here.The old man's voice sounded, revealing a little uneasy.
Because during such a long time, only Yang Jian really entered this place for the second time.
Although there were misunderstandings during this period, those people could not leave alive. Even if they had good luck, they would definitely not be able to return again, let alone save him.
Can you remember a promise from sixty years ago, but you can't see the changes of the times clearly. You are such a pathetic loser. Do you think I am now as I am, as I did in the past, and I need to be cautious and timid when facing the supernatural and evil spirits here?Time can bury many things and create many things.
Yang Jian looked cold, and he strode towards the stairs as he spoke.
He was calm and moved quickly, and he ignored the abnormalities and potential dangers around him.
This is not a sturdy person, but a kind of self-confidence that belongs to him alone.
Cruff!
When he first stepped on the old and special wooden staircase, the steps containing supernatural power seemed unable to bear the weight of Yang Jian, and at this moment, it made a shaky sound.
illusion?
No, this is not an illusion.
When Yang Jian took the second step forward again, the first step behind him collapsed instantly, as if the disrepaired wood had reached its final lifespan and could no longer maintain its original shape.
It was impossible that the old man seemed to have seen this scene, and his voice revealed a bit of horror.
You should know that the steps here are supernatural objects, and there are terrifying ghosts sealed inside. They are not simply stairs. Even if they look very old and crumbling, they are actually impossible to destroy. Even if you use some supernatural means to barely destroy it for a section, the stairs can be quickly restored.
But after Yang Jian walked past, the steps collapsed and there was no sign of recovery.
The supernatural power stored in it seemed to have fallen into permanent silence.
Yang Jian ignored the old man's shock. He continued to move forward. Without taking a step, the steps shattered. Some strange things gradually appeared among the shattered wood chips. He saw the broken fingers hidden in it, the pale skin attached to it, and the terrible resentment spirit stored in it.
This step is entirely constructed by evil spirits.
With so many supernatural powers gathering together, this staircase can no longer be called a supernatural object, but should be called a supernatural building.
This is similar to the ghost post office at the time.
But even so, Yang Jian is too special now, and the supernatural here cannot fight against it, so he can only be forced to remain silent.
Let me see where you are hiding.
There was darkness in front of Yang Jian, and there seemed to be a road to the supernatural land on the steps, but when he opened his ghost eyes, the darkness in front of him was instantly swallowed by red light, and the red light extended to the depths of the unknown, presenting all hidden secrets.
Found it.
Soon, Yang Jian saw something in the depths of the darkness.
It was a broken tombstone. There was a person sitting on the tombstone. The man was about seventy years old, with a cold face all over his body. The strangest thing was that the old man's legs seemed to grow together with the tombstone, and there was no way to separate them.
It is precisely because of this that this old man has been sitting on the tombstone and cannot move.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes turned slightly, and he quickly understood the role of this tombstone. Its existence was to support these wooden stairs.
As long as the stairs exist for a day, this person will be suppressed forever here and cannot escape.
If you want to rescue him, you can only demolish the stairs.
However, there are so many supernatural powers stored on the stairs, and ordinary ghost drivers cannot do this at all. Only people like Yang Jian are qualified to rescue him.
Hurry, carry me out quickly.The old man on the tombstone was waving to Yang Jian, with a little urgency.
However, this behavior seems particularly strange.
You should know that this old man has been here for at least a hundred years, and a normal ghost controller, even an alien, cannot survive for such a long time. In Yang Jian's cognition, the only one who lives the longest is the old man in the pharmacy, Zhang Bohua.
But this person has exceeded the lifespan limit of the ghost driver.
After a brief thought, Yang Jian did not hesitate too much. He took a step forward and stepped into the depths of the darkness, then grabbed the old and broken tombstone, and lifted it up with the old man sitting on the tombstone.
OK, very good.The old man on the tombstone seemed very excited and surprised.
He really got out of trouble.
Yang Jian said nothing, but quickly left with the tombstone. He evacuated the wooden house, passed the road full of souls again, and returned to the gloomy street, finally breaking the boundary between supernatural and reality, and appeared in the dilapidated, green and full of vitality Baishui Town.
Bang!
There was a dull sound of landing.
Yang Jian put down the tombstone in his hand.
The strange old man on the tombstone appeared and disappeared sometimes, and appeared again.
Thank you for helping me.The old man's figure flashed, and he had a smile on his weird old face, but behind this smile, there was an indescribable gloomy and cunning hidden.
It seems that this old man has become a little less like a human at this moment.
A hidden thing gradually emerges.
You're welcome, what I promised will definitely be done, and now the promise I made sixty years ago has been completed.Yang Jian stared at the tombstone and the old man.
This kind of gaze is very special, not as emotional as a living person, but also unlike the numb and empty ghost, it seems to be filled with a divine nature that exceeds everything.
A good young man, it's such a good young man. Since that's the case, you might as well help others to the end. I don't have legs now and can't walk. Why don't you carry me on your back from now on? Wherever I ask you to go, you can go?The old man still smiled, but his smile was gloomy and terrifying.
At the same time, the old man stretched out his thin arm, as if he was about to climb up Yang Jian's back, entangle him tightly, and then put it on him.
But the next moment.
A strong and powerful palm grabbed the old man's neck and lifted it up directly.
The old man, who was indestructible, seemed to be pulled from the supernatural land to reality by this palm, unable to avoid or struggle.
The old man's smile suddenly froze, and then the tombstone under him creaked, as if there was a possibility of collapse at any time.
You must know that this tombstone is truly supernatural.
Being able to break the tombstone means that the person in front of you can dismember the supernatural.
You are very special and dangerous. You have gone very far on the road of ghosts controlling people, so that you have almost become a human being, but only so. Ghosts are ghosts after all, and they should be thrown into hell. Don't worry, I will leave you a place in the deepest part of hell, so that you will never appear in this world forever.
There was a red light in Yang Jian's eyes.
Then a hole was cracked out of thin air behind the old man, and a gap leading to the depths of hell was opened.
There is a burning fire there, a lake that makes everything sink, a wilderness filled with strange big swords, and a mirror hanging in the corners of abandoned cities. These worlds are stacked, trapping countless evil spirits and preventing them from appearing in reality.
The old man was frightened again at this moment. He could not move. The supernatural power was silent and he could not even struggle and resist.
What a hell?No, this is impossible.He knew that Yang Jian was terrible, but he didn't expect that it would be terrible to this extent.
I said that you can't understand me now, so you should cherish your last moment in this world. The reason why I let you out is not just because of a promise, but behind you there was an old man who wanted to completely end the supernatural, but he seemed to have failed.Yang Jian whispered softly.
After saying that, he threw the old man and the tombstone into the depths of hell.
The old man was so crazy that he screamed like a ghost: You are not that ghost child, definitely not that ghost child, who are you
Yang Jian did not answer this question again, but stood at the entrance. His eyes were cold and he looked down slightly towards the depths of the hell, like a god overlooking the entire underworld. The old man on the tombstone was constantly falling, falling into another even more terrifying abyss.
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