Among the thirty-six strategies, what is the best strategy?

Walking is the best plan.

Yang Jian felt that something was wrong, so he escaped first, so he said that he would control two ghosts.

In front of the ghost's inseparable ability, even if he controls three ghosts, he is still a weak chicken, and there is no difference at all.

After finally extending the time for the resurrection of the evil ghost this time, he temporarily saved his life. How could he die here by carelessness?

When he was shrouding the mourning hall with thick fog, he immediately got into the ghost coffin.

The coffin is dark and depressed.

There is no special feeling other than that.

On the contrary, it feels a little uncomfortable, as if something is pressing down, making people feel very uncomfortable.

No matter how you look at it, it's just a very normal coffin.

"By the way, the coffin lid has not been covered yet."

Yang Jian noticed that the coffin lid had not been covered yet.

The coffin and the coffin lid should be together. Perhaps even if it is missing, it cannot play the real usefulness of this ghost coffin.

He immediately covered the coffin lid.

"Bang~!"

With a slight sound, the coffin lid was covered with a tight stitching.

All the light disappeared.

Yang Jian, who was lying in the coffin, seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, and even if he opened his eyes, he could not see anything.

"that's all?"

Then, he frowned.

Still don't feel anything abnormal, it's still so normal.

etc.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian felt something strange.

He found that his body was slowly sinking...it was like the coffin lying behind him was constantly sinking.

No, no, the body is not sinking, but disappearing.

Yang Jian's body was melting little by little. During this period, he could not feel pain or death. There was no trace of fear in his heart, as if this disappearance was not really disappearing, but the beginning of a new life. He even burst into his heart with expectation for unknown changes.

soon.

His body completely disappeared into the coffin.

But he was conscious as he disappeared, and he could feel that he was still in the coffin.

It's just that there is no body.

Very contradictory feeling.

But it's so real.

It seemed as if Yang Jian had already left the human body and gradually became an alternative existence.

This kind of alternative existence is very similar to something...that's a ghost.

"Can this ghost coffin transform a person into a ghost?"

Yang Jian was very clear in consciousness. He made a bold guess, which even shocked him.

If this is true, this ghost coffin would be too terrifying.

But this phenomenon seems to make sense, why the detective Feng Quanneng would not die if he stayed in this coffin for several months without eating or drinking.

If he really becomes a complete ghost... a ghost with human consciousness can indeed do this.

"No, no, if the person in the coffin becomes a ghost, then how can I get out? Feng Quan was physical when he left the coffin, not in the form of a ghost... This ghost coffin must have some strange and special purpose, but I haven't figured it out yet and don't know it."

Yang Jian said in his heart.

Although I don't know what's going on, if I'm in this state, no one can kill me.

No ghost can kill himself.

Moreover, consciousness seems to be able to extend outward with the existence of the ghost coffin.

It feels like the body is left in the coffin, but the soul can fly out.

Own.

It seems to be everywhere in this village.

He saw everything that happened in the mourning hall.

The thick fog can no longer block his vision.

However, at this moment.

The confrontation outside seems to be over.

The man in the portrait had now had a very decay, leaving only a skeleton and some flesh that was stuck on it, which was hideous and terrifying.

Feng Quan was not feeling well at this moment.

He used the power of the evil spirit excessively and during a long period of confrontation, his condition was also bad.

The numb eyes revealed a kind of fatigue and pain, and the pale and blood-colored face was deeply sick.

He is now like the patient who swallows the most mouthful in the hospital.

Just seeing it makes people feel chilled.

"Although this ghost's ability is unsolvable, it has an upper limit. It is already the limit for dealing with that Zhang Han and Yang Jian... In the case of one-to-one, no ghost master can be the opponent of this thing. If you are alone, you will definitely die, but now I still have a little advantage."

"But even if I control two ghosts for a long time, I feel very bad."

"This time should come to an end."

Feng Quan walked aside and picked up the suitcase on the ground.

The golden suitcase is very sturdy and is the most suitable for detention of this ghost.

The man on the portrait took a step forward slowly at this moment.

However, the next moment, its body completely collapsed.

It was like a built-up building block, bones, legs, and feet, all separated from the body in an instant, and fell to the ground to form limbs all over the ground.

But the rotten head is still moving.

Not dead.

Feng Quan seemed to have expected this a long time ago. He walked over with his suitcase, then picked up the ghost's bones, flesh, hands, feet, head and skull on the ground one by one... After a while, they were stuffed all in.

Lock, seal, and complete in one go.

After the ghost was imprisoned, the things it had suppressed before were immediately escaped.

Zhang Han's bloody corpse began to slowly retreat into his body.

The headless ghost standing still, turned into a shadow, quickly shrank back, and finally disappeared.

However, the ghost domain shrouded in red light was abnormal at this time.

Not only did it not disappear, it began to spread out quickly.

This is no longer a distance of twenty meters or thirty meters.

But in almost the blink of an eye, the ghost domain enveloped the entire village.

The entire village entered the Yangjian ghost domain.

"Yang Jian, the matter is over."

Feng Quan said in a deep voice, "Hurry out of the ghost coffin, that thing is not something you can stay."

But the next moment.

The coffin suddenly opened.

Yang Jian's body condensed in the dark again and returned to his previous appearance.

He sat up suddenly as if he was a hell.

"The ghost...is still there."

A cold sweat broke out on Yang Jian's forehead, and he said this.

"What?"

Feng Quan frowned; "The matter here has been resolved. Now you have nothing to do with you. Get out of here quickly. I will contact others to deal with the aftermath."

"I said, that ghost is still there, are you deaf?"

Yang Jian jumped out of the ghost coffin, his face grimaced, "You are not lying in the ghost coffin for any balance, nor to suppress this ghost... Your most important purpose is to get this ghost coffin and turn yourself into a real ghost. Do you think you have successfully detained the ghost here just now?"

"I just entered the ghost coffin. Through my own feelings, I can tell that the ghost here has no form at all, it is a consciousness."

"The man on the portrait is a ghost, but his appearance is just all the villagers. No, he should be a fusion of appearances for all the people who died here... that is the most perfect image this ghost thinks."

"What you ruined now is nothing more than an image of it."

It seems to prove Yang Jian's words.

A clear footsteps sounded from outside the dark room again.

Feng Quan's eyes shrank, and the suitcase in his hand couldn't help but fall to the ground with a thud.
Chapter completed!