Yang Jian's ghost domain shrouded them all in it, and sent them directly to the abandoned building in Dahan City.
Even if the high -intensity uses the ghost domain, Yang Jian will not feel tired.
Because this time he transmitted only a few ordinary people, even when the strange man who was attached in his ghost domain also showed the nature of ordinary people.
This also resolved this matter without spending a particularly large spiritual price.
"Give away?"
Ye Xi raised his head slightly and saw that he had disappeared without a trace, and then he gave his sight to Yang Jian who had returned.
"Well, it was sent to the place they should go, and they left them a surprise and warning."
In order to prevent them from bringing the disaster to Dachang City, Yang Jian also worked hard.
"This incident has come to an end, and the next focus is still on the fierce ghost that pulls people into dreams!" Yang Jian said deeply.
Ye Xi put up the pen in his hand, and then he made one hand with one hand.
"By the way, who else died in the world in the dream of the world yesterday?"
Yang Bian also thought for a while and said, "I remember the good friend of Xiaoyuan died in the dream."
"Since this is so, maybe we can find a little useful information from her today!"
Yang Jian is also very recognized by Ye Xi's proposal. This is also the only clue that can be determined at present.
The main thing is that this one that can pull people into the dream may have no entity or entity, but it cannot be glimpsed with his current ghost domain.
No matter which one, Yang Jian has a headache.
"I remember she lived with Xiaoyuan, and we can just look at it along the way."
Yang Yan is also a fierce action. After all, it will soon be overnight again. If it is not surprising, the horrible ghost may start to act again!
The night tonight is destined to be another peaceful night, but this has no effect on Ye Xi.
Because this strong ghost cannot affect him, the intensity of the ghost dream is still too weak, for him.
Ye Xi strolled in the fields of the countryside, and the bare wasteland and clusters of weeds seemed to add a lonely feeling to this countryside.
Yang Jian's figure gradually faded from a distance, and it seemed that he could disappear in Ye Xi's vision at any time.
Soon after, Yang Jian also reached his destination.
But when he looked back, he didn't see Ye Xi's figure.
"What are you looking for? Since you are here, go to see it." When Yang Jian wanted to turn on the ghost domain to scan a circle, Ye Xi also suddenly appeared around him.
At the same time, Ye Xi's hands have a few more glutinous rice dumplings.
"Where did you bring this?" Yang Bian glanced at Ye Xi's hand, it seemed a little wrong.
Although his family has the custom of steaming glutinous rice, as young people go out to work, this tradition has gradually lost.
The most important thing is that when he explored the village with ghost domain, he did not find that someone was doing this.
Ye Xi handed the glutinous rice dumplings in his hand to Yang Jian, and when he fingered in one direction, he said.
"There is a family in this direction. They used to do this. This may be pure natural. It is a good thing."
Yang Jian took the glutinous rice dumplings from Ye Xi's hand with some curiosity. Some of the yellow glutinous rice still had a hint of heat on it, as if it had just come out of the oven.
Just when Yang Jian wanted to take a bite, Ye Xi also said in surprise.
"This is not for you to eat. You will know if you look carefully."
Yang Jian also carefully examined the glutinous rice dumpling in his hand again. Under the prying eyes of his ghost eyes, he also discovered something abnormal.
Although there is some white hot air on the dumplings, this hot air is sinking to the ground.
"This is for the devils." Ye Xi rolled his eyes at Yang Jian helplessly, and then explained.
While walking in the fields, he was constantly exploring some stories buried in history.
What he didn't expect was that Meishan Village had a group of witch masters living here a hundred years ago, but it seemed that they did not survive during that era.
Therefore, until now, all the supernatural phenomena in Meishan Village have fallen silent.
The old woman in the small temple at the entrance of the village and the two balls of glutinous rice dumplings in her hands are the only things left by the people of that era.
"There are many secrets that have been silent during those years. Perhaps you need to find more answers yourself instead of relying on me to tell you."
Ye Xi made a silent gesture, signaling Yang Jian not to continue asking about this matter.
It's not that he doesn't want to say more, but that even a brief description of this matter would take a long time.
This is the life of the previous generation that Ye Xi sees in his eyes, just like the web of fate, one hair can affect the whole body.
Let's leave the lectures to Professor Bai, he is not in this profession.
Yang Jian also silently put the glutinous rice dumplings in his hand into his backpack, while secretly thinking about why there was a Riddler in this world.
He hasn't solved the dream ghost thing yet, and Ye Xi has lost a puzzle to him at the same time. And it's still related to his hometown.
While Ye Xi and Yang were chatting downstairs, someone also discovered the girl dead in the room.
The blood slowly seeped out along the wall on the second floor. Seeing this scene, the villagers also curiously went upstairs to take a look.
A loud exclamation sounded from the second floor, which seemed to contain a little panic.
Yang Jian, who was thinking, was also attracted by the shout!
"Let's go up and take a look. Something bad has probably happened inside." Ye Xi's gaze penetrated directly through the wall and went inside.
The somewhat dark room did not affect Ye Xi's sight. A crouched-up person was lying quietly on the bed...
The shouts of the villagers also attracted the attention of most people in the surrounding area, and gradually more and more people gathered around the house.
The villager's face was filled with deep fear, and his voice was trembling, like a person speaking with inarticulate speech.
In the end, after being asked one sentence after another by other villagers, I gradually understood what he wanted to say.
After the villagers finished speaking, two people who seemed familiar to Yang Jian quickly ran into the room.
There was a chaotic panic in their steps, and the expressions on their faces became numb and sluggish. It was not until the villagers behind them indirectly reminded them that they reacted belatedly and wanted to go upstairs to check.
Not long after they arrived on the third floor, deafening cries came from upstairs.