The actions of Li Jun and Wang Chaling inside and outside the ancient house continue.

In the lobby on the first floor of the Ning'an Building in Dadong City, Yang Jian was still leading his team to consider how to deal with the supernatural incident codenamed the red wooden stool.

At this moment.

The empty hall on the first floor was filled with long red wooden benches. On each wooden bench sat a strange dead body. These corpses seemed to have been dead not long ago, but their skin color was strange, not bruised. They were green and black, twisted and red, and some corpses even had stiff expressions of fear.

They were all ordinary people who triggered the evil ghost's killing pattern and died in the building.

But now it’s hard to tell whether he’s a human or not.

now.

Wearing a dead man's shroud and barefoot, the ghost boy ran straight towards the door of the hall, passing the red wooden bench in front of him.

The dead body sitting on the wooden bench seemed indifferent to this and had no reaction at all.

The ghost boy moved on.

Walking among the red wooden benches, looking for the gaps between the wooden benches.

"Are you intentionally avoiding contact with those red wooden benches?" Yang Jian observed the situation and found that even a being like Ghost Boy was actively avoiding the wooden benches.

This shows that wooden stools are dangerous, and very dangerous.

It was indeed reckless for him to take the initiative to withstand attacks from ghosts before. If he hadn't become an alien this time, he would probably have killed himself.

The ghost boy ran slower and slower as he ran forward.

Because there were fewer and fewer gaps for the ghost boy to pass through, and even when he finally approached the gate, the ghost boy's footsteps had completely stopped.

The ghost boy stood there motionless, as if frozen.

Because there is no road ahead.

The red wooden benches seem to be connected together, arranged in rows around the perimeter.

"It stopped?" Tong Qian frowned.

Feng Quan said in a deep voice: "Because there is no way."

"Why is there no road? It's not completely blocked. You can just cross it. Maybe this thing has no brains and doesn't know how to find a way." Xiong Wenwen secretly observed and expressed his opinion.

Feng Quan glanced at him: "Ghosts see things differently from people. Ghost children are enlightened between ghosts and ghost slaves. When it stops, it means that the road ahead is blocked. The ghost has blocked it, and if you think you can cross it, you might be targeted by the ghost as soon as you cross it."

"Don't talk about leaving when the time comes. Whether you can survive or not is a question."

"But...Yang Jian, there are so many people in our team and we own two ghost areas. There is no reason to be blocked by these wooden benches to get in and out."

Yang Jian said: "It is indeed not difficult to leave, but you still have to be careful to leave safely. Don't be anxious. We are not completely trapped. It doesn't matter if we take a while. Maybe we can come up with some way to solve this supernatural thing. event."

"Now that the ghost boy can't get out smoothly, it means that there are no loopholes in the road ahead, so we need to use some tough measures."

He changed his strategy.

"What to do?" Tong Qian asked.

"Just watch it. I'll handle it by myself. This red wooden bench is too dangerous for you. Once you are targeted by the Ghost Controller, you will almost certainly die."

After saying that, he motioned for others to get out of the way.

It's not that Yang Jian is trying to show off, but it's hard for others to help with the matter in front of him.

He walked to the nearest red wooden bench.

A cold corpse just sat there, motionless, with its eyes closed, as if it was asleep.

But Yang Jian could clearly feel that there was something incomprehensible about the corpse.

It seems that there is an invisible ghost that is affecting everything here.

"The ghost on the wooden bench cannot trigger media discovery, and it does not exist in reality, so neither a hatchet nor a coffin nail can affect it, and it will only attack people who are also sitting on the wooden bench. The killing pattern

It’s very simple, but it’s not easy to trigger.”

"So if you want to temporarily suppress this red wooden bench, the best way is to let another ghost sit on it."

"When ghosts attack ghosts, the supernatural phenomenon should be resolved. After all, ghosts cannot be killed."

Yang Jian secretly thought that this was also his emergency measure.

However, this method can only temporarily suppress this supernatural phenomenon and cannot completely eradicate it.

So now, where can I find a ghost to sit on this wooden bench?

Moreover, the ghosts found must be controllable and there is no risk of losing control, otherwise one supernatural event will become two.

"Can the ghost boy withstand it?" Yang Jian's eyes moved and he looked at the ghost boy who was lingering in front of him.

Probably not.

Ghost boys are not real ghosts, they are special creatures and may not be as unkillable as ghosts.

If he died on the wooden bench, it would be a huge loss.

"I imprisoned Liu Baimu's headless corpse before. It was also a ghost. It was resurrecting. It was very scary... No, Liu Baimu's headless corpse could not be controlled easily, and it would not follow the instructions.

Your thoughts just sit there."

Yang Jian quickly eliminated several answers in his mind.

at last.

His eyes fell on the tall ghost figure at his feet.

Previous attempts have proven this.

After he sat on the wooden stool, although his body was killed by the ghost, the ghost shadow was not greatly affected.

The ghost on the wooden bench cannot kill the ghost shadow.

"Try it and let me see what the limits of ghosting are. I hope I won't kill myself." Yang Jian was eager to give it a try.

I want to see if my life is really as hard as I imagined.

It hasn’t been long since I became an outlier, and many of my characteristics need to be slowly tested.

This is an opportunity.

Moreover, there are previous precedents, so I am not completely unsure.

Immediately.

Yang Jian stood motionless, and the black ghost under his feet had already stood up.

The ghost's body was tall, seemingly more than two meters tall, completely covering Yang Jian's slightly thin body.

The ghost image that stood up moved like a living person. It walked forward and sat on the red wooden bench in front of it within two steps.

Yes, you read that right.

The ghost took the initiative to sit on the stool, triggering the ghost's killing pattern.

Suddenly.

The cold dead body that was also sitting on this wooden bench suddenly moved. It suddenly opened its dim eyes and turned its head to look in the direction of the ghost, as if the real ghost had revived and was peeping.

Keep in touch with your own things.

However, ghosts are also ghosts.

The ghost is targeting the ghost.

The killing pattern seems to have been triggered.

But the next moment.

Before anything unexpected could happen, the red wooden bench in front of him suddenly broke and exploded. The dead body sitting on it seemed to have lost its supernatural power and fell to the ground.

"What's going on?" This sudden movement made Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, and Xiong Wenwen open their eyes wide.

Feng Quan had seen this scene before, and it seemed familiar to him before. He squeezed out a smile: "What a smart way to let the ghost shadow actively trigger the murderous pattern of the ghost, and then use the characteristic that the ghost cannot be killed, causing a fight between ghosts and ghosts."

A supernatural conflict arose, and the red wooden stool as a medium could not withstand this supernatural conflict, so it was destroyed."

Yang Jian did not stop after destroying the red wooden bench in front of him. He continued to walk forward. The ghost continued to sit down and suffered another attack from the evil ghost.

But the attack had just begun, and the conflict between ghosts caused the wooden stool to explode on its own.

At first glance, it looked like Yang Jian's ghostly shadow was clearing the way. Along the way, the red wooden benches shattered into pieces, turning into sawdust and fragments on the ground.

"Damn, is it that simple? Xiao Yang can do it." Xiong Wenwen exclaimed.

"There is a risk. Every time you are attacked by a fierce ghost, you are gambling with your life. If you can't bear it, you will really die." Feng Quan said.

"Although the horror level of the ghost is not as high as expected, it has perfect ghost characteristics. Just the fact that it cannot be killed allows me to run rampant." Yang Jian also felt surprised in his heart.

Because this is the first time such a bold attempt.

The result is very good.

A ghost with a living consciousness cannot die, even if it triggers the killing patterns of other ghosts.

Perhaps, as long as he doesn't encounter the kind of ghost that obliterates the consciousness of living people, or the ghost that steals puzzle pieces, Yang Jian will be fine.
To be continued...