Yang Jian stopped about ten meters away from the tall male corpse. He looked solemn and did not dare to approach rashly.

Because the last time he faced this ghost, he impulsively wanted to trap the ghost with a ghost rope, but there was Xiong Wenwen in his team at that time, and Xiong Wenwen had a premonition that he would be hacked to death by the ghost.

Even the ghost rope will be cut off.

Therefore, this ghost's killing pattern is not only to step on the footprints, but also to suspect that you will be attacked if you get close.

Maybe it was an indiscriminate attack, maybe it was another kind of curse.

Yang Jian couldn't figure it out, he only knew that it was very dangerous.

"So, I need to test it out, determine the situation of this ghost, and then find a way to take away this supernatural object in a safer way."

At this time, he was not in a hurry.

"Try it with ghost hands."

Yang Jian looked at his pale and stiff palm.

It is safer to use the ghost hand when you are not close. If everything goes well, this hand can help you steal the supernatural object.

After all, he also stole Guizhao's ghost coffin last time, so he has experience.

Once you get it, run away immediately without hesitation.

On the rotting corpse of a tall man, blue-skinned, strangely stiff palms began to appear.

The ghost hand can invade anyone's body, and can also appear on ghosts. Although it is not powerful enough, it has the ability to suppress three ghosts after possessing some of the characteristics of ghosts.

This time Yang Jian planned to use the quota of three ghosts to suppress this tall and rotting male corpse without giving any chance.

But the moment the ghost's hands invaded the tall male corpse, it seemed that a certain pattern was triggered, or the ghost noticed something.

The male corpse, which was originally standing motionless, actually turned around and faced the direction of Yang Jian behind him. Yang Jian was hiding in the three-story ghost realm. The ghost should not be able to find it, but Yang Jian

He didn't notice that the strange hatchet held tightly in the ghost's hand was swinging through the air.

The third floor of the ghost realm seemed to be torn open by something.

next moment.

Yang Jian, who was in the ghost realm, saw blood spurting out. He was cut off at the waist, and the upper half of his body fell to the ground with a thud.

"Depend on."

He opened his eyes wide, with an incredulous look on his face, and couldn't help but curse.
Chapter completed!