The danger and terror came too suddenly.

Before, Yang Jian was still wondering why the knocking sound was so long, which was completely different from the previous few times.

At this moment, he understood.

It turns out that the ghost is engraving his own name.

The reason why ghosts are carved so slowly is Yang Jian who thinks it is likely to be related to ghost porcelain. When he came, he placed a ghost porcelain in a hotel room in Dahan City.

That ghost porcelain can protect people from being hurt by ghosts.

However, this kind of protection is limited. If it exceeds the maximum, the ghost porcelain will be broken and then lose its function.

It is a disposable supernatural thing similar to a ghost candle, and it comes from the spiritual society of the island country.

The moment when the knock stopped.

Yang Jian, who was originally standing on an old grave, instantly felt the grave at his feet collapse immediately, as if there was a huge abyss pit below, and he wanted to swallow himself. His body suddenly fell into a deep state.

It feels like suddenly falling into a trap dug in advance.

Half of his body has disappeared into the grave and is still sinking.

The sinking speed is extremely fast.

Yang Jian felt that his legs, which were trapped in the grave, seemed to be grabbed by countless stiff and cold hands, unable to move, and suddenly lost consciousness and could no longer struggle.

At the same time, the ghosts in the body feel stripped, as if they are going to be pulled away from their own body.

This feeling is horrible.

The reason why ghost-controlling people can survive like corpses is entirely maintained by supernatural powers. Once there is a problem with the ghost in their body, they will die suddenly.

"Use ghost domain to transfer."

Without saying a word, Yang Jian tried to use the Ghost Domain to leave here. Even if he saved his upper body, he could survive by relying on the Ghost Shadow.

But.

The situation is worse than expected.

The opened ghost eyes slowly closed at this moment, as if they were in a deep sleep, unable to control them as normal.

"The ghosts buried in the grave will fall into a deep sleep...similar to suppression." Yang Jian was shocked.

Now he understood why Russell was killed by a ghost when he had no choice but to resist.

These old graves are simply the nemesis of evil spirits.

A grave that can make ghosts sleep.

This is not a burial of ordinary people, but a cemetery for burying evil spirits.

The brief shock had already made Yang Jian's body sink again, and the soil had already submerged on his chest, leaving him with less time.

The ghost shadows and ghost eyes were all buried in the grave and entered an uncontrollable state of sleep.

The only thing left is Ghost Hand.

However, in this case, the ghost hand cannot touch the ghost and cannot form suppression.

Therefore, the role that ghost hands can play is quite limited.

......

After one miscalculation, Yang Jian fell into a huge crisis. He was sweating profusely and began to think about countermeasures. He didn't want to fall here so easily.

However, the speed of the body sinking continues.

The ghost did not stop attacking because of Yang Jian's thoughts.

If Yang Jian could not think of a solution before this, then he would die here like Russell, buried in the old grave with his name in front of him, and completely disappear from this world.

What the hell is Yang Jian, what the leader of Dachang City, and what the captain is all meaningless.

Faced with such a ghost's attack, Yang Jian had no ability to resist.

Perhaps it was not that he had no power to resist, but that no one would have no power to resist even if he was trapped in the grave.

This place is too weird and too weird.

Yang Jian felt the huge pulling force from his body at this moment. The grave soil had been buried in his mouth. He could clearly smell a fishy smell and a faint corpse stinking from the soil of the old grave. He only had one head outside. Once even his head was buried, he would probably stop thinking and die directly.

The ghost hand grabbed the ground tightly.

This hand did not fall into the grave. According to his previous observation, any limb that touched the soil would fall into it.

Is the Ghost Hand special?

It is still the suppression effect, resisting the attacks of ghosts.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and tried to use his ghost hands to struggle his body out.

But to no avail.

His body was extremely dead. No matter how powerful his ghost hand was, if he persisted like this, he would only feel his body tugging and tearing, and he would be unable to do without this old grave anyway.

It seems that the body has been rooted in this cemetery.

It merged with this strange place and became a part of it, and there was no way to get out of it.

"The ghost was suppressed and the body lost consciousness. Now I only have one hand to move. In this case, there is only one way." Yang Jianxin made a move and took the initiative to give up struggling and took back the ghost's arm that was standing outside.

Without this only support point, the body sinks faster than before.

soon.

Yang Jian's head was buried in the grave.

He stretched out his other hand, like a drowning man stretching his hand out of the water and trying to call for help from the people on the shore.

But this arm stretched out from the grave was also sinking.

From arm to wrist... in the end, only one palm was left outside the grave.

Yang Jian seemed to have completely fallen into it and could never come out again.

But at this moment.

Suddenly.

The sinking speed stopped.

The soil on the tomb above Yang Jian's head suddenly loosened, and something broke out from the ground and drilled out from the top of the old tomb.

It was a dirty old rag doll made of needles and threads with long black hair.

This doll has a nose, eyes, and limbs, but the sewing technique is very poor and crooked, which makes the doll's body twist and looks a bit unformed.

But such a weird rag doll can walk by itself.

After the doll squeezed out of the grave soil, it shook its head, shook the dirty soil, and then quickly rolled down from the old grave for more than a dozen rounds.

After reaching the ground, the doll turned over and stood up, then quickly ran in one direction.

It seemed to feel some danger, or some instinct drive.

The doll ran quickly on the muddy land with its long and short legs.

I thought it could run far away.

As a result, the doll had not yet run ten meters away, but suddenly fell and fell directly into the soil.

It was struggling, it waved its hands and tried to get up from the dirt.

But to no avail, something seemed to be pulling the doll under the soil, making it unable to stand up.

Its hands were exposed outside, and he grabbed the soil next to him with all his might, but this was still useless.

In the end, I could only be pulled closer to the soil by despair little by little.

Just as the doll was pulled into the soil, Yang Jian's palm that was exposed outside suddenly moved on the old grave on the past, and then he supported himself and crawled out of the old grave bit by bit.

His head came out, then his body, then his legs.

Yang Jian was covered in mud, his face was gloomy and escaped from the restrictions of the grave. He successfully avoided the attack and survived safely.

"Sure enough, only the slaughter doll can save me at this time. Fortunately, I made enough preparations when I set off and brought a slaughter on my body. Otherwise, even if I had a rusty hatchet in my hand, I would have to be buried in this ghost place, which would be really dangerous."

His pale face looked a little gloomy.

At that moment, if it weren't for the doll to die, Yang Jian would have died, and it was definitely not a joke.

Walked around the edge of life and death.

Yang Jian didn't even have time to sigh. He shook the soil on his body, then raised his eyes to the location where the ghost appeared just now.

That old lady Liu...No, the ghost has disappeared.

Only an old grave and a newly erected tombstone were left on the spot.

The tombstone was also engraved with Yang Jian's name. The name leaked blood and flowed down the tombstone, as if the name had been subjected to a huge curse.

"So, is this a tomb built by a ghost for me?" Yang Jian walked over.
To be continued...