Chapter 5 Coffin Nails

Liang Xingyang smiled, and his purpose of bringing Yang Jian here was achieved.

If he wanted to swallow the ghost eye alone, there was no need to take Yang Jian with him.

Who is not tempted by the famous ghost eyes? Opening the fifth level of ghosts can send away the evil ghosts, opening the sixth level of ghosts can stop reality, and opening the seventh level of ghosts can restart the world.

It's just that the ghost eyes are too terrifying. Apart from copying Yang Jian's old path, I can't suppress the resurrection of the ghost eyes at all.

As the old saying goes: Don't take the porcelain job without diamonds.

Who is Yang Jian? He is the protagonist, the son of fate.

Doesn't he feel that he has the same crazy energy as Yang Jian when facing a life-or-death situation?

Talking about killing all directions is trivial. The one who laughs last must survive until the end.

You can't just stare at Yang Jian and kill everyone. Every step the opponent takes can be said to be shocking.

Maybe later, the Lord of Ghost Eyes, who was nailed to the Bone Tree, will come looking for him.

Liang Xingyang is a sober person and clearly understands that his biggest reliance is knowing the plot of the original work.

The most important thing right now is to survive the ghost knocking on the door incident in No. 7 Middle School.

As for the nail in the coffin, even trying to control the Lord of Ghost Eyes would lead to nothing, and he could accept it.

The butterfly wings flap a little more and py a little more. With Yang Jian as your backer, what else do you need to work hard for?

In case of danger, just shake the person over with a phone call and lie down flat.

As for terminal illness, after learning that this was a world of mysterious resuscitation, he didn't take it to heart.

Isn’t Wang Xiaoqiang’s ghost skeleton a perfect target to control?

What? Feng Quan? I don’t know him. Am I familiar with him?

The corners of Liang Xingyang's mouth turned up and he watched Yang Jian struggling painfully on the ground for a while.

The pain went away as quickly as it came, and Yang Jian lay exhausted on the ground, escaping from death. At this time, he had successfully controlled the ghost eye.

When Liang Xingyang saw that the skin on the back of the opponent's hand was torn and a red eye popped out, a feeling of horror still arose in his heart.

Ghost, unknown.

There was darkness all around him, but he knew that Yang Jian could see through the darkness, so he said, "Congratulations, Yang Jian, for becoming a ghost controller."

"A person like Zhou Zheng?" Yang Jian chewed on the words "Ghost Controller", thoughtfully.

"Look around, is there a bone tree?" Liang Xingyang reminded.

Yang Jian glanced around in surprise and asked dumbly: "You are not a ghost controller, how did you know?"

This Liang Xingyang must have a big secret, he seems to be familiar with everything here.

Liang Xingyang excused himself: "Fang Jing's parchment told me, take me there. Here is our hope of restraining the old man."

Yang Jian frowned and said, "What is human skin paper?"

Liang Xingyang didn't answer, so Yang Jian compromised.

With Yang Jian leading the way, Liang Xingyang incredibly walked through the darkness and saw a tall black figure dripping with water and nailed to a tree.

Liang Xingyang pointed at the tall black figure and said: "This is a very scary ghost. If it can nail such a scary ghost, this coffin nail will definitely be able to nail that scary old man."

Yang Jian was silent for a while and objected: "Pull out this nail and release another ghost. We will probably be killed on the spot."

"The devil who was nailed to the coffin will not recover so quickly. I am not sure what danger I will encounter next. I hope you can save me once at the critical moment. I can give the human skin paper to you for safekeeping." Liang Xingyang said after thinking.

The human skin paper's ability is omniscience. It has deceived Yang Jian countless times. It is useless to Liang Xingyang. On the contrary, it is a natal artifact level existence to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at Liang Xingyang in surprise, and finally nodded in agreement.

If the evil ghost is released, he will be killed on the spot. As an ordinary person, classmate Liang Xingyang cannot escape death. Yang Jian knows that he will not be so stupid.

Yang Jian was testing, but unexpectedly got human skin paper.

Liang Xingyang didn't care, anyway, Yang Jian was his biggest supporter in the future. No matter how many times he was tricked by human skin, he would be able to save him as many times as possible.

It is best to use human skin paper to make Yang Jian owe a favor.

Liang Xingyang tried his best to calm down. According to the plot, Yang Jian wrapped the coffin nails with gold foil and borrowed the power of the headless ghost to easily pull out the coffin nails.

But where to find gold foil at the moment, I can only take the risk and give it a try.

His left hand lost consciousness, so Liang Xingyang immersed his right hand into the tall black shadow, grabbed the coffin nail tightly, pulled it out with force, and pulled it out easily.

This may have something to do with the fact that shadows have no weight.

Suddenly, just as Liang Xingyang brought out the coffin nails with his right hand, the black ink surface of the tall black shadow suddenly broke like calm water, and the black shadow's aura invaded his right arm in a short period of time.

The arm felt like it had been pierced by thousands of steel needles, traces of blood spurted out from the pores, and the arm looked like a punctured balloon.

Wisps of black image penetrated into the bones like tentacles of flesh and blood, pulling Liang Xingyang, seemingly trying to pull him into the tall black shadow.

A strong crisis enveloped him, and Liang Xingyang continued to struggle.

Yang Jian, who was on the side, took action decisively when he saw this, pulling his shoulders and retreating suddenly.

The red eyes on the back of Yang Jian's hand also emitted red light, tearing apart the shadow tentacles clinging to Liang Xingyang.

The tall black figure was restrained by the coffin nails for too long and almost collapsed. Even a supernatural instinct would be fatal to ordinary people.

Part of the torn black shadow tentacle retracted into the tall black shadow, and the other broken part actually penetrated into Liang Xingyang's right arm.

The heartbreaking pain made Liang Xingyang dimly see the beckoning from heaven.

If pain is divided into ten levels, Liang Xingyang believes that what he feels is level six pain.

Level seven is the pain of childbirth for pregnant women. Liang Xingyang thought that he could not feel the pain, so he only classified the pain to level six.

"ah……"

No matter how loud Yang Jian's ghost eyes screamed, Liang Xingyang felt that it had far exceeded his decibel level.

He received a very small portion of the tall black shadow's supernatural power.

In other words, he was contaminated by supernatural powers.

Liang Xingyang passed out and had a nightmare while sleeping.

In the dream, he was choked by a tall black shadow and hugged. The huge force quickly pressed him into his body. The strong sense of suffocation made him struggle like a fish out of water.

It wasn't until I woke up dripping with sweat that I realized that I had returned to the door of the class.

It seemed that Yang Jian had brought him out. He moved his right hand and found that his strength had become very strong.

The knocker ran away somewhere, and Yang Jian was talking to Zhou Zheng.

Hey, something is pressing against my waist.

Liang Xingyang took it out and found it was a rusty coffin nail, and he was inexplicably relieved.

It seems that Yang Jian saved himself and did not take away the coffin nails.

"Because I am a criminal police officer and a ghost controller. The only people who can deal with ghosts are people like us. If we are greedy for life and afraid of death, the world will be over. I am engaged in this job not only for the country and the people, but also for the people."

For my family and for myself."

The corner of Zhou Zheng's mouth twitched, and he was about to die. The pain became more and more intense, and he roared to Yang Jian: "What are you doing standing here, hurry up, hurry up."

Liang Xingyang quickly got up and said to Yang Jian: "Maybe the human skin paper can save Zhou Zheng."

Yang Jian nodded and took out the human skin paper. Liang Xingyang raised the coffin nails and said quickly: "Tell me how to save Zhou Zheng. Don't curse me to death, or you can see if I can stab you."

The writing on the human skin paper disappeared quickly, as if he was afraid of someone as vicious as Liang Xingyang, "My name is Liang Xingyang..., I really want to save Zhou Zheng, but the ghost baby in his belly has officially revived, and this is simply impossible. Eight o'clock

At thirty minutes, before the ghost baby was officially born, I nailed the ghost baby with coffin nails, and Zhou Zheng survived by luck."

Liang Xingyang looked at the clock in the class and found that it was already eight-thirty.

The second hand is moving slowly and will soon turn past the number twelve.

There must be pitfalls in the method given by the human skin paper, but the human skin paper will never lie.

However, time was too tight and there was no time left for him to think about it.

Liang Xingyang could only pick up the coffin nails and walked towards Zhou Zheng: "Zhou Zheng, I said I would come back to save you, and I didn't break my promise."

"Liang Xingyang, come on, give it a try, life or death is your fate, I don't blame you." Zhou Zheng said with a pale face and pain.

A baby hand with sharp nails scratched and pulled Zhou Zheng's belly, making a squeaking sound, as if it was about to burst out of the belly at the next moment.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were focused, and he aimed at the outline of the ghost baby on his belly. Quickly and accurately, he nailed the ghost baby with the coffin nails.

The whole body of the ghost baby in the belly trembled, the weird laughter stopped suddenly, and the little hand suddenly went limp.

I looked at the clock on the wall of the class and saw that the minute hand had just advanced one space, it was 8:31, just when Liang Xingyang breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.

Sudden.

Zhou Zheng's eyes bulged, and he suddenly arched his waist. He exhaled his last breath with a ferocious expression, and then his breath died on the side of his head.

he died.

The ghost baby was restrained, but Zhou Zheng still died.

Liang Xingyang watched in disbelief as Zhou Zheng collapsed and then lost his life.

The ghost baby ate up Zhou Zheng's internal organs, and a normal person would have been dead long ago. Liang Xingyang used coffin nails to restrain the ghost baby, and Zhou Zheng lost his supernatural power to maintain his life, and he died.

Yang Jian was also feeling sad when he suddenly saw a line of words on the parchment pop up again: At 8:30, Zhou Zheng survived by luck... That is impossible. At 8:31, Zhou Zheng was killed by me.

Yeah...hehe.

A strange smiling face appeared on the parchment and disappeared quickly.

Yang Jian's hands and feet suddenly became cold.

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