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Chapter 88: Code Name Sick Ghost
The opacity of the information, coupled with the fact that one ghost riders died on the first day after entering Huanggang Village.
This matter cast a shadow in everyone's hearts.
It is common for ghost riders to die in the resurrection of ghosts, but to die silently in the hands of an unknown ghost like this, the information revealed is very unusual.
Nothing else, just take the simplest result.
The level of ghost horror here is obviously higher than that of any ghost riders in the room. Otherwise, He Sheng wouldn't have died so easily.
Zhang Yiming's words silenced the others.
"What you analyzed coincides with what Yang Jian said before. He also said before that the ghosts in Huanggang Village did not come at people, but at the ghosts in our bodies." Zhang Han took a slight breath. Speak.
Zhang Yiming is a relatively stable and intelligent person.
There is no credibility in Yang Jian's mouth, but it is different from his mouth.
And the facts are also in front of him, He Sheng is dead, but the woman in his house is not dead.
The result was obvious, that ghost let go of ordinary people and chose ghost riders He Sheng, so this woman could survive.
"Oh, isn't it? That Yang Jian also said the same?"
Zhang Yiming raised his head slightly: "I heard you say that Yang Jian is a lunatic with an abnormal brain, kid, now I have to take back my previous impression of him."
He guessed this crucial piece of information through He Sheng's death.
But Yang Jian could know this one step earlier. Doesn't this mean that Yang Jian's ability is above him?
If you were a madman, a kid with an abnormal brain, how could he know this.
"He did say so, but we don't believe it, but if you say the same now, then you have to believe it." Zhang Han said.
Yang Jian, who came to investigate the situation, shrugged when he heard this, "You adults, it’s better for me as a kid to stay away. Just now someone was going to play a shooting game with me. I was almost scared. I wet my pants."
"Yang Jian, don't talk about those useless nonsense." Ouyang Tian remained angry, still angry.
Zhang Yiming smoked a cigarette and said, "I suggest leaving here. What do you think of Yang Jian? A ghost staring at other ghosts. We can't offend this level of existence. This task is not as simple as we imagined. People like us must have a very strong purpose in entrusting this task, otherwise they would not pay the price of controlling the second ghost method."
"Great benefits are always accompanied by great risks, and it seems that there is nothing wrong now."
Yang Jian grinned: "Do you have a retreat? How long can you live without controlling the second ghost to prolong the recovery of the ghost?"
This sentence hit their culprit.
They came here because they expected the dangers here, so they were desperate.
It is wise to retreat now.
But it also means losing hope of living.
"It's better to die from a ghost and revive than to die in the hands of this ghost. Yang Jian, you are not afraid of death. It does not mean that others are not afraid of death. We don't want to die here meaninglessly." Ye Jun retorted.
Yang Jian said: "It doesn't matter, since you are going to leave, then go, continue to go back to the club to drink, chat, bully the newcomer... Then wait for death, remember to prepare a better columbarium, choose a better one At the cemetery, I don’t know if anyone like us dared to go to our grave and offer incense after death."
"You..." Ye Jun was anxious, but couldn't find words to refute.
The words are rough and not rough, Yang Jian is right, he is indeed waiting for death when he goes back.
"Wealth and wealth are in danger. Stay here to solve this supernatural thing. There is indeed a chance to live after completing the transaction, and the odds of winning together with more people are a little higher. However, the ghosts here have already begun to take action. We must make a decision here. ASAP."
Zhang Yiming dropped the cigarette butt: "Go, stay, make a statement, I suggest you leave here."
"I also suggest." Ye Jun said.
Zhang Han hesitated: "I think there is still a chance for so many of us if we join forces. It is inevitable that the ghost will be damaged if we don't understand it in the early stage. I suggest staying."
"I also suggest staying." Yang Jian smiled and said, "I don't know if it's useful for an outsider to make a statement."
"Ouyang Tian, how about you?"
Zhang Yiming looked at him and said, "Hey, you are hurt and your trousers are bleeding?"
Ouyang Tian's face was a little ugly; "No, it's okay, just a small injury."
Minor injury?
Brother, your birds are gone, can this be considered a minor injury?
Yang Jian somewhat admires this Ouyang Tian, who can bend and stretch. He is really a man.
"I think we should stay and fight for it. There is not much time for Malicious Ghost to recover. How long can I live if I leave here? Solving this supernatural event and prolonging Malicious Ghost’s recovery is the only thing we can do now. Yes." Although Ouyang Tian has an enmity with Yang Jian, he has no enmity with his own life.
"As long as it is not a dead end, even if there is a glimmer of hope, it is worth trying."
"A gambler mentality?"
Seeing this, Zhang Yiming lit another cigarette.
He calculated in his mind that the odds of surviving this incident were indeed not high.
But even if the abyss is in front of him, he has to cross over, because there is really no way out behind him.
"Since all three of you agree to stay, then...try it."
"From the previous situation, we can get the key information. This ghost is staring at our ghost riders, so it would be stupid to separate again. From now on, we must stay together, eat, drink, and sleep together. , Even if there are any grievances between each other, they must be put down temporarily."
"It's easy for a group of men to have accidents like this." Yang Jian said with some worry.
Zhang Yiming spit out the smoke: "Now is a very moment, you have to be clear in your hearts that the ghost can kill a ghost riders silently."
"Okay, but you missed a bit, there may be more than one ghost here now."
Yang Jian pointed to the corpse named He Sheng on the ground.
"You are right. He Sheng's ghost ran out in all likelihood. There are two ghosts in the village." Zhang Yiming said.
"How much do you know about the ability of that ghost, He Sheng?" Yang Jian asked.
"I don't know, he rarely played in the club. He used to be a bodyguard next to a boss. In front of us, he hardly used the power of a ghost and couldn't judge." Zhang Han shook his head.
Yang Jian smiled: "This is interesting, and there is another unknown ghost."
"But forget it, as long as he didn't die from the resurrection of a ghost, the ghost is not terrible. The top priority now is to find the ghost in Huanggang Village. I gave that ghost a nickname, called... .. Sick ghost, you should have heard that weak cough."
Everyone did not refute.
"This is a map of Huanggang Village. Although it is hand-painted, it should be understood."
At this time, Yang Jian took out a piece of paper, and after unfolding it was a hand-drawn map with a pattern composed of lines and squares, which was very simple.
"When did you draw this thing?" Zhang Han was shocked.
Yang Jian asked in amazement; "Don't you paint? How else can you catch ghosts if you don't even recognize the road?"
"No, no." He was embarrassed.
Others couldn't help but twitch their lips.
They didn't think so much at all.
"The line is the road, the square is the house, here, here, and here, is where we came just now after chasing footsteps."
Yang Jian pointed to the drawing and said: "And in the middle of these three points, it is this house, and the sound of footsteps disappeared in this place."
"You should be very clear about this house."
Zhang Yiming's hand trembled, and the soot fell: "Is it the house where the funeral is going on at the entrance of the village? There is still a coffin in the lobby of that house."
"Yes, it is the house that served as the mourning hall. We only appeared at the back of that house. If we detour in front, we can see the coffin." Yang Jian nodded.
"Fucking, I just said something was wrong. The first day I entered the village, I encountered a funeral. A coffin stopped in the lobby. I knew it was abnormal." Zhang Han couldn't help but cursed.
"Past him in the past?"
"That's just enough to say." Ye Jun said: "There are so many of us, we are so cruel that Jesus will kneel when we meet."