(Part 1)

After Huanggang Village disappeared.

A green pickup truck drove from a distance and parked outside a nearby makeshift tent.

A person got out of the pickup truck, it was Yang Jian. Captain Liu, who had been waiting outside the tent, immediately greeted him.

"Long time no see, Captain Yang." Liu Jianming quickly extended his hand to say hello, "I will be responsible for liaising with you during this operation and conducting some related cooperation work."

Yang Jian shook hands with the other party and said seriously: "Hello, Captain Liu. I don't want to waste time. To be clear, to solve supernatural incidents, it doesn't matter how many ordinary people come."

"No one knows this A-level supernatural incident better than me. You are not even needed here. I am now ordering all personnel to be transferred out as soon as possible. The sooner the better. After I complete the task, I am afraid that the scary old man will turn around.

Keep an eye on you guys."

Liu Jianming's expression changed, then he nodded, picked up the phone and ordered the evacuation of the armed personnel here.

After rescuing Wang Xiaoming and others, if the ghost knocking on the door wanders around, the armed personnel here may be covered by the old man's ghost.

Surveillance equipment, tents and other things were abandoned, dozens of people evacuated in an orderly manner like ants, and more than a dozen vehicles were quickly moved out.

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the dim ghostly place. There was no doubt that it was a ghost knocking on the door.

"Can I still contact Zhao Jianguo now?" Yang Jian asked slowly after Liu Jianming put down the phone.

"You can contact me and I will make arrangements right away."

A satellite positioning phone for making calls was handed to Yang Jian, and a voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yang Jian, come here quickly, that old ghost has found us." Zhao Jianguo sounded a little panicked, and then a strange voice came, "Hello Yang Jian, I am Wang Xiaoming, I have some questions to ask you."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and took over the words: "I have long admired my name. Hello, Professor Wang."

Wang Xiaoming's calm voice sounded: "According to the file description, this terrifying old man's murder pattern is to attack living people who hear the knock on the door. In this case, can someone actively trigger the curse of the knock on the door multiple times? What will this evil ghost do?

They will not give up attacking us and leave here."

Yang Jian frowned and denied, "No."

"Tell me what you think." Wang Xiaoming said calmly.

"Because even if someone who is willing to sacrifice continues to trigger the knocking curse, the ghost will use ghosts to take you there." Yang Jian felt that Professor Wang was not a good person and wanted to sacrifice others to protect himself, but

I can only fulfill my duty and continue talking, "Stay where you are quietly and don't leave your satellite positioning phone. I can rescue you in less than a minute."

In the ghost world.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes dimmed, a little confused that Yang Jian was bragging.

The satellite positioning phone turned on the hands-free function, and Zhao Jianguo and Wang Xiaoqiang also heard it.

Save someone in one minute?

How can it be.

Wang Xiaoqiang said dissatisfied: "This Yang Jian is so unreliable."

"If I can do it, I will eat it from the table." Zhao Jianguo also thought to himself.

An old man wearing a black gown and covered with corpses came over, but he did not come close to attack the three of them. Instead, he came to the door and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Zhao Jianguo looked horrified. Everyone knew that knocking on the door would kill someone, depending on who was unlucky enough to be chosen.

There is a one-third chance that if you can survive it, you may have to wait for Yang Jian's rescue.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Wang Xiaoqiang who kept moving back, and his eyes suddenly focused: "Xiaoqiang, go and use the ghost skeleton to stop this old man."

Wang Xiaoqiang's face turned green and white for a while. He glared at Wang Xiaoming, his face as gloomy as water.

Wang Xiaoqiang was so angry that he hesitated to run away immediately, but unexpectedly, Wang Xiaoming pushed him out.

Wang Xiaoming shouted: "Don't let the supernatural power of death form. The ghost skeleton can save you. Just hold on for one minute."

Wang Xiaoming's expression remained unchanged. He was not just hoping for the one-third chance of survival. Instead, he used his brain's rational judgment to grasp the threat of a fatal knock on the door.

The file records that Zhou Zheng once used his supernatural power to stop this ghost from knocking on the door, so even if the ghost skeleton is not very scary, it is still no problem if it just interrupts the scary old man's knocking on the door.

Zhao Jianguo's eyes were dark. This was simply the deepest love an elder brother has for his younger brother.

Wang Xiaoqiang is a ghost controller who controls a ghost skeleton. The weight of the skeleton is here. Even Wang Xiaoming's unexpected push can only push him forward one or two steps.

But at this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang seemed to be enlightened and understood. He could only suppress the resentment in his heart and peel off his face while running.

The skin and flesh stuck to the bones were peeled off like mud that had lost its stickiness, revealing the white skeleton underneath.

Wang Xiaoqiang ran all the way, and his skin and flesh fell off one after another.

Wang Xiaoqiang took the initiative to revive the ghost skeleton and let the ghost skeleton use its own actions to attack the terrifying old man.

Suddenly.

A pair of bone-white palms suddenly moved and grabbed the knocker's hand.

This weird behavior is not controlled by Wang Xiaoqiang, but by the ghost skeleton attacking the scary old man in front of him indiscriminately.

The knocking ghost's head turned around, and his dead gray eyes stared at the ghost in front of him who was stopping him from knocking on the door. With a slight shock, his arm easily broke free from the grasp of the white bones with great strength, and directly turned his backhand into a claw, grabbing the ghost skeleton.

skull.

The terrifying corpse stain curse on the arm spread over, and the ghost skeleton let out a shrill scream, struggling continuously, and the bones made a crackling sound.

If ghosts also have fear, these ghost skeletons must be panicking now.

Sen Bai's skeleton was dyed a disgusting black color, his joints crackled, and all the bones in his body were torn apart and fell to the ground.

The skull of the ghost skeleton was held in the hand of the knocker, and the five fingers were clasped tightly, leaving five extremely dark fingerprints, and did not intend to let go of the skull.

"Boom~"

The knocking on the door continues, one long and two short knocks will soon sound, and then the life of one of Wang Xiaoming or Zhao Jianguo will be taken away.

"Bang bang."

Zhao Jianguo fired twice, and the golden bullets directly penetrated the knocker's head.

It was useless. The knocker raised his hand again and tried to knock on the door.

Wang Xiaoming said in a deep voice: "Aim directly at the middle finger of Li Gui knocking on the door and break it."

"Yes, bang bang."

After Zhao Jianguo finished speaking, he immediately fired several shots again, accurately hitting the knocker's finger, and a dry, black, curved finger fell off.

The knocker bent down, picked it up, reinstalled it, and then continued to knock on the door.

"Bang bang."

The gunshot rang out again, and the finger knocking on the door was broken by the golden bullet again. The knocker bent down to pick it up again and put it back directly.

Zhao Jianguo swallowed and said in a panic: "Professor, there are no bullets in the gun."

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