Yang Jian searched on the website and soon found a piece of division about the level of evil ghosts.

When you open it, you will see a line of words reminding you: According to the degree of harm to the world by evil ghosts, governments of various countries divide ghosts into the following levels.

Note: It does not represent the level of terror of the evil spirit.

Level c: Restricted level.

A ghost fixed in a region has a degree of harm less than one hundred people. It can be restricted and contained by ghost controlers and is not contagious.

Level b: Danger level.

A ghost who already has the ability to wander is very dangerous, but the level of harm is less than 10,000 people and cannot be contained, but it can still be restricted by ghost controlers and has a certain degree of diffusion.

Level a: Disaster level.

If you let it go, you can kill a city's population for a certain period of time. It is extremely terrifying and cannot be restricted and contained at present, and it has a considerable spread.

Level s: Destruction level.

Having the ability to destroy the population of several cities can even destroy a country if it cannot be curbed.

"Divide the level of evil ghosts by the degree of harm to humans, which does not represent the level of fear of evil ghosts." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he understood the meaning of the above level.

Whether it is a level C or a level A ghost, the level may be similar, but because the level of C ghosts is not harmful to people enough, the level cannot be improved.

"The level of work can only be referenced, and it is useless."

Yang Jian shook his head and did not take the level above too seriously. This is the level of disasters divided by various countries. If you really encounter a ghost, you will still die.

What is the difference between dying oneself and dying one hundred?

They are all just death.

Yang Jian continued to browse other information.

Suddenly, a special list made him pay great attention to it.

"Global Aggressive Ghost Horror Ranking."

"Even the rankings have been compiled. These bad guys are really idle. Why don't you make a ranking of female ghosts? See which female ghost is more beautiful and sexy. It would be better if you set up a bikini to go on a stage show." Yang Jian said to himself, and he opened it and saw his eyelids jumped.

His expression immediately became solemn.

The first in the list of evil ghosts:

Code: Ghost Call.

Features: As long as the phone rings ring, you will definitely die. Whether you answer or not, whether you can hear it, it will be the same if you have a mobile phone around you. There is no difference in killing people around the world, and there is no physical characteristics. It is similar to the law of cause and effect. There is no solution at present. Fortunately, only one person is killed in a ghost call, which is currently defined as B-level.

Note: A foreign president has died from a ghost call.

"This is OK." Yang Jian was stunned after reading it.

This is too unsolvable. When the phone rings, people will die. It is simply a death talisman. Moreover, it is the same whether the phone is around you. Even if you are deaf, you will die.

The second ranking of evil ghosts:

Codename: Nightmare.

Characteristics: People die in their sleep, their current laws of action are unclear, their diffusion is unknown, they do not have physical characteristics, they kill people indiscriminately around the world, and there has been a record of killing 351 people at one time, which is currently defined as Level A.

Note: Not sleeping can avoid nightmares.

The third ranking of evil ghosts:

Code name: Ghost cannibal.

feature.......

Yang Jian couldn't help feeling a sense of despair when he looked at the ranking of the evil ghosts.

There is no difference in killing people around the world.

These words make your scalp tingling.

You cannot defend, escape, or even predict, as long as you encounter it, you will die, even if you are a billionaire, a poor beggar, or even the president of a country... Everyone is under the threat of a demon.

People who know this thing exists must be panic in the world.

"However, there are so many people around the world, and it is relatively small to really hit the ghost on this ranking. If you really encounter a ghost killed, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky." After a brief shock, Yang Jian quickly returned to his calmness.

"Go to the bathroom and continue watching."

After browsing for an hour, Yang Jian got up and left the computer.

"Dad, why don't the lights turn on when reading the newspaper? Be careful not to get rid of your eyes."

He came to the living room and said when he saw that the living room had no lights.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa holding a newspaper covering his face, as if the darkness around him seemed to be integrated. He was watching the news above very seriously. He didn't say a word and didn't answer Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't care much, he continued to surf the Internet after going to the bathroom.

You must understand what is happening in this world in the shortest time, so as to find a way to survive.

It says on the parchment that he will not live for three months.

However, he didn't believe that if he became a ghost controller, he would definitely not have a way to survive.

When he was in school, Fang Jing said that he had a way to help ghost controlers avoid dying from the resurrection of evil ghosts.

But Fang Jing is dead.

The content on the parchment paper was also rewritten. Yang Jian didn't know what this method was, but he felt that the way to survive must exist.

"While finding a way to survive, you also need to make another worst-case plan..." Yang Jian said in his heart.

"The power of ghosts can affect all matter, but the only exception is: Gold", signed by: Bruce Pi."

A paper appeared in his eyes.

Yang Jian opened it and continued to browse, but at this time a cell phone next to him rang.

Turning around and looking,

It was actually Zhou Zheng’s satellite positioning mobile phone.

"Hey, who?"

Yang indirectly spoke on the phone and continued to look at the paper.

"If you dare to lie to me, you don't call me Zhang Wei at all. Your name is Yangjian, a native of Meishan Village, Dachang City, a province. He was born on January 1st and is now 19 years old and twenty years old..."

The sound of Liu Xiaoyu gritting her teeth came from the other side of the phone.

Yang Jian was not surprised, but said, "So you have found Zhang Wei to investigate? The efficiency of work is average. I thought you would have discovered it six hours ago. Don't get me wrong. I could trust a stranger's phone number at the beginning? What if it was a mobile phone fraud? The fake news for you is also out of your own safety."

"How much time and energy have you lost because of your lies?"

Liu Xiaoyu said, "I seriously warn you that you will never do this next time. We have to deal with many events every day and the tasks are very heavy. If everyone is the same as you, how can we do our work?"

"After that being said, I am not a criminal policeman, so I am not under your control." Yang Jian said indifferently.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the living room walked in and sat on the bed next to Yang Jian. He didn't say a word, holding the newspaper in his hand and looking down.

"Dad, is there anything wrong?" Yang Jian asked.

The middle-aged man did not speak, but Liu Xiaoyu asked on his phone: "Who are you talking to? You should keep things confidential about this and not tell other irrelevant people to avoid panic. I should explain the confidentiality regulations to you."

"I'm talking to my dad, so let's stop today. I'm still very busy next time I'm talking." Yang Jian was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, wait."

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu's voice rose a little, and she said in surprise: "Your dad? What happened there? Your file is next to me. I can see the information from birth to high school. Where did you come from? Your dad died in a car accident when you were in the fifth grade of elementary school. Your guardian is your mother."

"And there is no remarriage from your mother."

“That is, you have been a single parent since elementary school.”

Yang Jian said: "What are you talking nonsense? My dad is just sitting next to me reading the newspaper."

After saying that, he turned around and said.

The middle-aged man sitting on the bed next to him was motionless. He raised his arm and held the newspaper, covering his face, unable to see his appearance. The lights in the living room and bedroom were not turned on. Except for the lights on the computer monitor, the rest of the place was dim. In such a dim environment, it was impossible to see the words on the newspaper clearly.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jian reached out to try to clear the newspaper.

But then he suddenly saw a black and white portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on a cabinet in the room.

Suddenly, his hands froze.
Chapter completed!