Chapter 277 New Situation
High in the sky, a red balloon floated into the sky carrying three people.
After the balloon passed over the eaves of the ancient house, a thick fog enveloped the ancient house. When the fog dissipated a little, the ancient house inside suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight.
The fog gradually dissipated, revealing a nearby cluster of brightly lit urban buildings.
Tall buildings, neon lights, and sparse vehicles on the road after two in the morning.
The cool breeze from high altitude blew the red balloon and swayed everyone together, but when they looked at the city below, the fear in their hearts inexplicably dissipated.
They escaped from the supernatural land and floated directly into the city.
“The resuscitated old man was so cruel that he almost didn’t survive.”
Zhou Deng hurriedly tore open the transparent human skin mask and breathed heavily, looking like he was surviving the disaster. Sighing.
Liang Xingyang’s eyes flashed, holding the coffin nail in his hand, recalling the dangerous situation: "The old man’s erasure was too terrifying. If you stay any longer, even the evil ghost will fall into a state of panic, and even be unable to get rid of the red The balloon was sent high into the sky and kept there.”
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian was in a strange state at this time, with his eyes closed tightly, holding the cracked spear firmly in his hand, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The higher the red balloon flies, the stronger it suppresses the ghosts.
Now Yang Jian was motionless, his whole body stiff and cold, like a cold corpse, letting the red balloon fly higher and higher.
Liang Xingyang tried it out and suddenly found that he could not take out the cracked spear from Yang Jian's hand.
The silk thread of the red balloon was tightly wound, growing on Yang Jian's hand as if taking root. It was impossible to cut off this supernatural thread with ordinary sharp tools.
Zhou Deng looked around and estimated the distance: "It's about two hundred meters high. What should Yang Jian do? Can he go down directly with a ghost?"
Liang Xingyang didn't speak. The dark red coffin nail in his hand suddenly pierced the red balloon, piercing it easily.
The pierced red balloon was not broken, nor was it leaking. The feeling was like being penetrated through frozen meat.
Yang Jian opened his eyes suddenly, and his unconscious body resumed action.
Before he could say anything, the coffin nail restriction was in effect.
The bodies of the three people paused for a brief moment, and then quickly fell towards the ground.
“Yo ho.”
Zhou Deng was blown by the strong airflow so that his facial features were distorted, but he shouted excitedly.
Ordinary people falling from such a height without any armor or flying props would usually be scared out of their wits, but he was flailing around with his hands and feet like a fish in water.
The next moment.
Liang Xingyang grabbed Zhou Deng with one hand, and a white light spread out from his body, wrapping him and Yang Jian, turning into a meteor, drawing a parabola, and appeared on the ground the next second .
Land firmly.
It’s past two o’clock in the morning and the city is still brightly lit, and there are three more figures on the road and sidewalk.
Yang Jian moved his body and his neck cracked: "If you hadn't nailed the balloon, I don't know where it would have flown."
"The supernatural shape is not important! The red balloon given by the post office must be a completely dead ghost, not a supernatural prop. If it flies to a certain height, there is no chance that the balloon will be revived."
Liang Xingyang took out a mirror from his arms and immediately fell to the ground.
“Click.”
The sound of a broken mirror sounded.
A strong cold aura squeezed the seven ghost masters and returned to reality from the broken mirror space.
"Back to reality, this is not an ancient house. Great, it seems we are really out of trouble."
"The time we stayed on the bus was too short, and my body began to feel restless again. Damn it, you will still die from the ghost's resurrection in the end."
"Live as long as you can. After all, people like us will cause trouble to others even if we die. Why not learn from the old man in the old house and prepare a coffin for yourself in advance. When you are about to take your last breath, bury yourself alive. . ”
After a while of whispers and sighs.
Liang Xingyang said calmly: "The supernatural bus will pass by the Dashan Bird and Beast Park station at about nine o'clock in the evening. If you want to get on the bus again, try your best to survive."
After being bitten by the fat corpse on the base of the bus, he could vaguely sense the bus's route throughout the day.
At the last moment, Wang Feng's dying actions touched him a little. He is willing to provide some modest help to these ghost masters in terms of intelligence.
The seven people thanked them and left. Some were willing to get on the bus again in order to survive, while others returned to reality and had unfulfilled wishes that they wanted to end before the next evil ghost revived.
"By the way, where are we now?" Yang Jian asked.
Zhou Deng pointed to the signboard on one side, a branch of a well-known restaurant somewhere, and said with certainty: "It should be Dazhou City."
"It's a bit far from Dachang City," Yang Jian said.
"Should you report the matter about the ancient house to the headquarters, and Fan Xing's death, do you want me to help you hide it?" Zhou Deng said, looking a little restless and unwilling to stay here to brag about it in the middle of the night. Cold wind, rushing to leave.
"You can do whatever you want, there is no need to be secretive."
Liang Xingyang killed Fan Xing with the sound of his heartbeat and had no intention of denying it. If the headquarters wants to cause trouble, he can solve it.
He glanced at Yang Jian again, calculated the time in his mind according to the time track of the ancient house mission, and found that Mr. Qin still had one month to live. In the end, he locked himself in the statue to save the last breath of the headquarters.
Without the deterrence of Mr. Qin, the headquarters is just a huge piece of fat. Without the firewall, ghosts can come and go freely.
Even if the captain's plan is implemented, Li Jun becomes a stranger and the wish-stealing experiment succeeds, it cannot stop the ambitions of others.
The biggest enemy of an organization may not come from the outside, but the worms born from factionalism, greed and ambition.
Yang Jian pondered for a while and said: "You don't have to hide it, but the situation cannot be distorted. You must make it clear. You know what I mean."
The folk ghost controllers even attacked It is enough for Interpol to open a case for investigation and issue a wanted order, and it is even worse to kill the person in charge of the city.
Zhou Deng said: "Understood, I will beautify it and try to reduce big things to small things. The headquarters has my contact information, and we will contact you later."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand as a farewell and turned around. Leave this road.
Only Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian were left in place.
Needless to say.
Mirror Ghost's ghost range is not large.
The red light from the ghost's eyes spread out, and the ghost shifted, easily crossing five cities, and the two of them turned back to Dachang City.
At this time, it is still early morning.
Shangtong Company only has security guards who are on duty at night and patrolling the company, and everyone is resting.
The night is deep.
The sales hall of Guanjiang Community.
Yang Jian came to the roof uncharacteristically, seeming to have noticed something strange in the city while he was on his way.
The red light of the scarlet ghost eyes spread quietly throughout Dachang City. The nine ghost eyes were patrolling every corner of the city to see if any supernatural events had occurred in the city in the past week.
Soon, a strange ghost in the shape of a white porcelain jar was exposed to the gaze of the ghost eyes.
At the same time, there was a dark green fire burning in the white porcelain jar.
Two kinds of ghosts entangled and invaded each other. The white porcelain jar trapped the dark green fire and gained the upper hand. However, the dark green fire ghosts are unwilling to give up, and are constantly invading, spinning around in it.
Liang Xingyang asked: "Has a supernatural event invaded Dachang City?"
"There are two ghosts. One of them, a ghost in the shape of a white porcelain jar, has blocked my prying eyes. Its intensity is around the fifth level of the ghost eye, and it can already affect Reality. Another The ghost outside gave me a familiar feeling, much like Li Jun's will-o'-the-wisp."
Yang Jian murmured, suddenly frowning, and there was a burning pain in the ghost's eyes. This kind of fire has a strong irritating effect.
The intensity of the fire ghost is about the fourth level of the ghost eye, which makes the ghost eyes with only three stacks want to avoid it and cannot spy for a long time.
The dark green flames somehow escaped from the suppression and were heading towards Guanjiang Community.
The fire flashed away.
Li Jun walked out of the fire with green flames burning all over his body, and the first thing he said was: "Yang Jian, I am now serving as the captain." (End of Chapter)
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