"Pick that head back." Yang Jian gave the order to the ghost boy at this moment.

A child hiding among the crowd, like a dead baby, trotted over with his bare feet, picked up the dead head belonging to Liu Baimu that fell on the road, and then ran back immediately.

Yang Jian took a look.

Liu Baimu's head was not complete. There was an extra palm print on his face. The palm print was formed after the skull was sunken.

In other words, Liu Baimu's head was crushed to pieces.

The strength of a living person is not enough to crush a skull, so the only people who can do this are ghosts or ghost masters.

Yang Jian's guess is biased toward the latter.

Because ghosts don't throw heads out intentionally.

"Judging from the condition of Liu Baimu's head, he probably didn't die after I chopped him off. He probably died later. Therefore, there are indeed other people in the ancient house,"

Yang Jian looked at the figure lingering behind the broken window on the third floor of the ancient house.

He couldn't see clearly because the supernatural power in the ancient house interfered with his ghost eyes and he couldn't peek into the scene inside.

Otherwise, he would have already touched everything in the ancient house, so he would not be afraid and leave first.

"What is that?" Feng Quan also noticed the shadow.

"Ghost?" Tong Qian guessed.

"No, it's a human being. A real ghost won't keep staring at me like this." Yang Jian said, "But I can feel that it is a very dangerous existence."

The man lingering on the third floor was currently peeping at Yang Jian on the street outside.

The supernatural forces affecting the ancient house seemed unable to affect him.

"Is that Yang Jian? He is indeed a good junior. He has great ideas. He merged the hatchet and coffin nails to form a supernatural weapon of his own. This complicates the rules of the two supernatural items. Ordinary

Even if a person holds it, it is difficult to figure out how to use it, and he can indeed be considered young and promising to obtain these two supernatural items."

The mysterious man smiled with a hint of meaning: "It's just a pity. It's not good to grow up like anyone from now on, but I have to look like the person I hate the most."

"Don't worry, the countdown has started. I will go to him soon to find out something."

There was a clear ticking sound behind him, and that sound was caused by the clock running.

It's just that this kind of time has obviously been sped up by someone, and time moves very quickly.

Behind this man, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong were so frightened that they didn't dare to take a breath.

Because just now Liu Baimu had his head crushed and thrown out.

In this person's words, Liu Baimu only has one head left, unable to control the evil ghost, and it will be useless after resurrection.

So Liu Baimu died.

Because there is no resurrection value.

"I need two errand runners. If you do what you are supposed to do, I can help you survive and live well." The dangerous middle-aged man turned around with a smile.

It's not scary, but it gives people chills.

This guy was definitely a murderer from the past era, but for some unknown reason he accidentally got trapped in the dungeon of the Wang family's ancient house, and stayed there for many years.

"You'd better not mess around. The current situation is different from what you knew before. The headquarters is still there and the captain is still there. If things get serious, it will be very dangerous. And you should also have relatives and descendants.

You have to think about them." Zhang Qing said bravely.

"You can't understand what I'm going to do. Right or wrong doesn't matter. What matters is the result. And I do want to see some old friends again, if they are still alive."

"Also, my name is Chen Qiaoyang. I don't have the code name you call me. I only have a nickname that people often called me in the past. I remember it was... Shepherd."

"Ghost Shepherd, Chen Qiaoyang."

"You can call me Ghost Shepherd, or you can call me Chen Qiaoyang. I don't mind. Don't forget it."

This dangerous middle-aged man said his name and a nickname with a hint of reminiscence and emotion.

This is a forgotten name and nickname. No one remembers or knows this name.

Just like Yang Jian's father, no one can remember the name of a person who died in a supernatural accident.

"Ghost Shepherd, Chen Qiaoyang?"

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong thought silently in their hearts and wrote down the name, preparing to go back and ask their friends in the circle to check it.

Now in the information age, all the background information of a person can be found with one name, and some supernatural files from the past can be found with one code name.

During conversation.

Yang Jian on the street had already withdrawn his gaze. He left with his team and disappeared.

And the man named Chen Qiaoyang also turned around and returned to the ancient house.

Inside the old house.

There were a few strange figures wandering around.

It seemed to be directed at him.

"The second generation couple of the Wang family live together and die together. It's interesting. Unfortunately, the third generation of your family is too timid. If an old ghost from the Wang family comes here, I really can't do anything."
Chapter completed!