It is enough for a ghost to take away only one grain of rice, so these three bowls can be used for a long time.

but.

After the previous ghosts disappeared, new ghosts poured in from the direction of the gate of the ancient house.

But it's not as dense as before.

Everyone was fighting, but no one died. It seemed that this was the only good news heard these days.

Time passed little by little.

Half an hour, one hour, two hours... In the blink of an eye, it was the afternoon of the fifth day.

There are fewer and fewer ghosts flocking to the ancient house.

Of course, there is less and less rice in the hands of everyone.

In the dark and cold ancient house, vague and strange outlines are densely crowded around, as if they want to engulf everyone here.

But these vague outlines of evil spirits cannot interfere with the living people in the ancient house.

It's like being in another world, unable to touch or touch each other.

During this period of time, Yang Jian's ghost recovered and his wounds healed.

But Yang Jian was very concerned about the dead ghost palm that fell to the ground without moving.

This was cut from the black ghost on the Taishi chair.

Although it is just a palm, it is also a puzzle piece for the devil.

So far, this hand has not been recovered by the ghost and has been lost in the ancient house.

"Take it back, maybe it will come in handy." Yang Jian walked over and picked up the broken palm.

He didn't plan to use ghost shadows to splice his body, because it would be easy to lose balance if the pieces of his own puzzle were too much.

The best way is to make this damn thing into a supernatural item.

The scary ghost palm with black nails is just an image of the supernatural.
Chapter completed!