There was nothing there, it was pitch black, there was only one tree, like a tree grown from bones, with a three-meter-high black shadow nailed to the trunk, from where he got his ghost eyes.

"The second condition may be met." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and he fell into thinking.

He thought of a way to imprison the source ghost, and the coffin nails of the huge black shadow were nailed on the white bone tree.

If the coffin nail can nail the black shadow, it can also nail the source ghost.

That finger has been lost, and the coffin nail can probably be used as a replacement to nail the source ghost.

Just as a price, the unknown black shadow will be released.

"Why do I think of this? Imprisoning one terror and releasing another terror. Maybe that thing is more cruel and the situation will become worse by then." Yang Jian secretly cursed himself.

But another idea appeared again.

No matter how bad the situation is, it won't be worse than it is now.

This is a critical moment for the lives of a city's population.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. I'd better just be a shy turtle. The status of a hero is not suitable for me."

Shaking his head to get these strange thoughts out of his mind, he walked up the stairs step by step, leaning against the wall.

Unable to use the abilities of ghost eyes and ghost shadows at will, Yang Jian chose to be cautious and careful.

Relying on understanding the patterns of all ghost babies, he is not too worried about anything.

The only thing worth being wary of is encountering the ghost babies in the fourth stage.

But the chance is very small.

The city is so big, and even though he is in a cursed state, it will probably be some time before it's his turn.

Counting the floors.

Soon, the fourth floor arrived.

The door of a household has been opened, and there are black and blue palm prints on the wall next to it.

The hard iron door was twisted and deformed, as if it had been torn open by something, which made people shudder.

A pungent smell of blood floated in the dark living room, with a strong smell of decay.

Apparently, a desperate horror happened here a few days ago, and I don't know who died.

Yang Jian walked in with his usual expression.

The ground was a little slippery, it was blood that had solidified but not yet dried up.

As soon as the light shines, it covers your feet.

There were clear scratch marks among the blood.

The scratches extended into the room, as if someone had been dragged in by something, struggling and despairing all the way.

Keep going.

Yang Jian saw the woman's broken nails, which were still painted with purple nail polish, and also saw the scattered black hair, which was stained with dried blood and was somewhat black and smelly.

When he wanted to move forward, his steps suddenly stopped.

At the door of the dark room, a thin blue-black figure stood there, biting its fingers, looking innocent, looking at Yang Jian with a pair of empty black eyes, and there were still several long strands remaining at the corners of the thing's mouth.

The hair is exactly the same as the one on the ground.
Chapter completed!