Chapter 5 Nails in the Coffin
Liang Xingyang smiled. His purpose of bringing Yang Jian here was achieved.
If he wanted to swallow the ghost eye for himself, there was no need to take Yang Jian with him.
Who is not tempted by the famous ghost eyes? Opening the fifth level of ghosts can send away the evil ghosts, opening the sixth level of ghosts can stop reality, and opening the seventh level of ghosts can restart it against the will of heaven.
It’s just that the ghost eyes are too terrifying. Apart from copying Yang Jian’s old path, I can’t suppress the resurrection of the ghost eyes at all.
As the old saying goes: Don’t take on the porcelain job without the diamonds.
Who is Yang Jian? The protagonist, the son of fate.
Don’t he think he is as crazy as Yang Jian when he is facing a life-or-death situation?
Talk about killing all directions and the situation is small. The one who laughs last must survive to the end.
You can't just stare at Yang Jian and kill everyone. Every step the opponent takes is shocking.
Maybe later, the Lord of Ghost Eyes who was nailed to the Bone Tree will come to visit him.
Liang Xingyang is a sober person, and he clearly understands that his biggest reliance is knowing the plot of the original work.
The most important thing right now is to survive the ghost knocking incident in No. 7 Middle School.
As for the nail in the coffin, or even trying to control the Lord of Ghost Eyes, he could get nothing, and he could accept it.
Flutter the butterfly wings a little more and py a little more. With Yang Jian as your backer, what else do you need to work hard for?
When in danger, just shake the person over with a phone call and lie down flat.
As for terminal illness, after learning that this was a world of mysterious resurgence, he didn't take it to heart.
Isn’t Wang Xiaoqiang’s ghost skeleton a perfect target to control?
What? Feng Quan? No, am I familiar with him?
Liang Xingyang raised the corners of his mouth and watched Yang Jian struggling painfully on the ground for a while.
The pain went away as quickly as it came, and Yang Jian lay exhausted on the ground, narrowly escaping from death. At this time, he had successfully controlled the ghost eyes.
After Liang Xingyang saw that the skin on the back of the opponent's hand was torn and a red eye popped out, a feeling of horror still arose in his heart.
Ghost, unknown.
There was darkness all around him, but he knew that Yang Jian could already see through the darkness, so he said: "Congratulations, Yang Jian, you have become a ghost controller."
" Someone like Zhou Zheng?" Yang Jian chewed the words "Ghost Controller" thoughtfully.
"Look around, is there a Bone Tree?" Liang Xingyang reminded.
Yang Jian glanced around in surprise, and asked dumbly: "You are not a ghost controller, how did you know?"
This Liang Xingyang must have a big secret, and he seems to have a lot of knowledge about this place. Everything feels familiar.
Liang Xingyang made an excuse: "Fang Jing's parchment told me, take me there. Here is our hope of restraining the old man."
Yang Jian frowned and said: "The parchment again What is it?”
Liang Xingyang didn't answer, and Yang Jian compromised.
With Yang Jian leading the way, Liang Xingyang incredibly walked through the darkness and saw a tall black figure that was dripping with water and nailed to a tree.
Liang Xingyang pointed at the tall black figure and said: "This is a very scary ghost. If it can nail such a scary ghost, this coffin nail will definitely be able to nail that scary old man."
Yang Jian was silent for a while and objected: "Pull out this nail and release the other one." A ghost, we are likely to be killed on the spot."
"The ghost that was nailed to the coffin did not recover so quickly. I am not sure what danger I will encounter next. I hope you can save me at the critical moment. Once, I can give you the human skin paper for safekeeping," Liang Xingyang said after thinking.
The human skin paper's ability is omniscience, and it has tricked Yang Jian countless times. It is useless to Liang Xingyang, but to Yang Jian, it is a natal artifact level existence.
Yang Jian looked at Liang Xingyang in surprise, and finally nodded in agreement.
If Li Gui is released, he will be killed on the spot. As an ordinary person, classmate Liang Xingyang cannot escape death. Yang Jian knows that he will not be so stupid.
Yang Jian was testing, but he unexpectedly got human skin paper.
Liang Xingyang doesn't care, anyway, Yang Jian will be his biggest supporter in the future. No matter how many times the human skin traps him, how many times can I save him.
It is best to use human skin paper to make Yang Jian owe a favor.
Liang Xingyang tried his best to calm his mind. According to the plot, Yang Jian wrapped the coffin nails with gold foil and borrowed the power of the headless ghost to easily pull out the coffin nails.
But where to find gold foil now, I can only take the risk and give it a try.
When his left hand lost consciousness, Liang Xingyang dipped his right hand into the tall black shadow, grabbed the coffin nail tightly, and pulled it back with force, and it was easily pulled out.
This may have something to do with the fact that shadows have no weight.
Suddenly, just as Liang Xingyang brought out the coffin nails with his right hand, the black ink surface of the tall black shadow suddenly broke like calm water, and the black shadow's aura invaded his right arm in a short period of time.
The arm felt like it was pierced by thousands of steel needles, traces of blood spurted out from the pores, and the arm was like a punctured balloon.
Wisps of black image penetrated into the bones like tentacles of flesh and blood, pulling Liang Xingyang, seemingly trying to pull him into the tall black shadow.
A strong crisis enveloped him, and Liang Xingyang continued to struggle.
Yang Jian, who was on the side, took action decisively when he saw this, pulling his shoulders and retreating sharply.
The red eyes on the back of Yang Jian's hand also emitted red light, tearing apart the shadow tentacles clinging to Liang Xingyang.
The tall black figure was restrained by the coffin nails for too long and almost collapsed. Even a supernatural instinct would be fatal to ordinary people.
Part of the torn black shadow tentacle retracted into the tall black shadow, and the other broken part actually got into Liang Xingyang's right arm.
The heartbreaking pain made Liang Xingyang dimly see the beckoning of heaven.
If pain is divided into ten levels, Liang Xingyang believes that what he feels is level six pain.
Level seven is the pain of childbirth for pregnant women. Liang Xingyang thought that he could not feel the pain, so he only classified the pain to level six.
"Ah..."
No matter how loud Yang Jian's ghost eyes screamed, Liang Xingyang felt that it had far exceeded his decibel level.
He obtained a very small part of the supernatural power of the tall black shadow.
In other words, he was contaminated by supernatural power.
Liang Xingyang passed out and had a nightmare in his sleep.
In the dream, he was choked by a tall black shadow and hugged. The huge force quickly pressed him into his body. The strong sense of suffocation made him struggle like a fish out of water.
It wasn’t until I woke up dripping with sweat that I realized that I had returned to the door of the class.
It seemed that Yang Jian had brought him out. He moved his right hand and found that his strength had become very strong.
The knocker ran away somewhere, and Yang Jian was talking to Zhou Zheng.
Hey, something is pressing against my waist.
Liang Xingyang was inexplicably relieved when he took it out and found it was a rusty coffin nail.
It seems that Yang Jian saved himself and did not take away the coffin nails.
“Because I am a criminal police officer and a ghost controller. The only people who can deal with ghosts are people like us. If we are greedy for life and afraid of death, the world will be over. I am not only engaged in this job to For the country, for the people, for the family, and for myself."
The corner of Zhou Zheng's mouth twitched, and he was about to die. The pain became more intense, and he roared at Yang Jian: "What are you still doing here, hurry up. , go quickly.”
Liang Xingyang quickly got up and said to Yang Jian: "Maybe the human skin paper can save Zhou Zheng."
Yang Jian nodded and took out the human skin paper. Liang Xingyang raised the coffin nails and said quickly: "Tell me how to save Zhou Zheng. Don't curse me to death, or you can see if I stab you."
The writing on the human skin paper disappeared quickly, as if he was afraid of Liang Xingyang. A vicious person said, "My name is Liang Xingyang..., I really want to save Zhou Zheng, but the ghost baby in his belly has officially revived, which is impossible to do. At 8:30, before the ghost baby was officially born, I nailed the ghost baby with coffin nails, and Zhou Zheng did not die from the ghost's resurgence."
Liang Xingyang looked at the clock in the class and found that it was already eight-thirty.
The second hand is moving slowly and will soon turn past the number twelve.
There must be traps in the method given by the human skin paper, but the human skin paper will never lie.
However, time was too tight and there was no time left for him to think about it. At this moment, he had to act.
Liang Xingyang could only pick up the coffin nails and walked towards Zhou Zheng: "Zhou Zheng, I said I would come back to save you, and I didn't break my promise."
"Liang Xingyang, come on, give it a try, life or death I don't blame you," Zhou Zheng said with a pale face.
A baby hand with sharp nails scratched and pulled Zhou Zheng's belly, making a squeaking sound, as if it was about to burst out of the belly at the next moment.
Liang Xingyang's eyes were focused, and he aimed at the outline of the ghost baby on his belly. Quickly and accurately, he nailed the ghost baby with his coffin nails.
The whole body of the ghost baby in the belly trembled, the weird laughter stopped suddenly, and the little hand suddenly went limp.
Looking at the clock on the wall of the class, the minute hand moved forward exactly one space, 8:31, just when Liang Xingyang breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly.
Zhou Zheng's eyes bulged, and he arched his waist suddenly. He exhaled his last breath with a ferocious expression, and then his breath died on the side of his head.
He is dead.
The ghost baby was restrained, but Zhou Zheng still died.
Liang Xingyang watched in disbelief as Zhou Zheng collapsed and then lost his life.
The ghost baby ate all Zhou Zheng’s internal organs, and a normal person would have been dead long ago. Liang Xingyang restrained the ghost baby with coffin nails, and Zhou Zheng lost his supernatural power to maintain his life, and he died.
Yang Jian was also feeling sad when he suddenly saw a line of words on the parchment appear again: At 8:30, Zhou Zheng did not die from the resurrection of the evil ghost... At 8:31, Zhou Zheng was killed by me. Dead..."
Yang Jian's hands and feet suddenly became cold.
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