The journey was uneventful. Zhao Jian was holding a candle in his hand and quickly arrived at the entrance of the main entrance with the dim candlelight.
Without any hesitation, he pushed open the door of the residence, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a vague outline of a human figure flashing outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, the candle in his hand went out, and just like what happened before, a coldness enveloped him.
"What kind of plane are you doing?" Zhao Jian's face turned ugly, but he still took out the camping lantern from the mountaineering bag behind him.
The dim lights turned on, dispersing the surrounding darkness, and the wandering figure outside the door also disappeared.
Just when he was hesitating whether to leave directly, there was a sudden sound of the room door being pushed open behind him, and the old hinges made a sound of friction, which stirred his nerves.
Immediately afterwards, clear footsteps sounded from behind Zhao Jian, walking towards him slowly.
Seeing this, he gritted his teeth and prepared to push open the door to the room and run outside first, but when he pushed the door open this time, the door did not move at all.
He tried again, but there was still no movement, as if what was blocking him was not a door but a wall.
"Are you kidding? You could have opened it just now!" Zhao Jian was dumbfounded. He shook the door of the room in front of him desperately, but the door remained motionless as if it were painted on.
The footsteps coming from behind became clearer and clearer. Judging from the size of the footsteps, the distance between the other party and him was not very far. It could be said that he was very close. He should be in the living room next to the entrance.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Jian walked into the small room next to the entrance without hesitation. He remembered that there was a window in this small room, and it should be just big enough for an adult to pass through.
No matter who the owner of the footsteps was, he didn't want to meet him here.
After all, Zhao Jian only controlled one ghost, and the number of times he could use the power of the ghost was limited. Once he really encountered the ghost, he would be forced to use the power of the ghost to protect himself, which was not worth it.
That's what he thought, but the owner of the footsteps may not have such thoughts.
Not long after Zhao Jiangang entered the small room, a loud "bang" sound suddenly echoed in the room.
Zhao Jian was startled, and turned around to find that the door of the small room had been kicked open and a piece of it was broken, revealing a crack as big as an adult's head.
Through the crack in the door and the dim light from the searchlight, he discovered that there was a highly decomposed corpse standing outside the door, and the clothes were somewhat similar to his.
Seeing this horrifying scene, Zhao Jian couldn't help but tremble with fear. He didn't care anymore and ran straight towards the small window.
He casually picked up the chair next to him and threw it towards the window. The result was somewhat beyond his expectation. Just when the chair was about to approach the window, it bounced away with a "pop".
It was as if there was an invisible person standing in front of the window trying to prevent him from leaving the room.
"Bang--"
Another loud noise echoed in the room. The door lock of this small room was already shaky. He could even smell the strong rotten smell emanating from the rotting corpses.
"This ghost seems to have set its sights on me. I must try my best to leave this village as soon as possible."
Zhao Jian's expression at this moment was rather calm and frightening. He had torn off the golden tape wrapped around his arm. He turned his head and glanced at the window behind him. He seemed to have made up his mind.
At this moment, another loud noise subsided, and the door of the room in front of him had been completely kicked open by the rotting corpse.
An extremely strong putrid smell hit my face, and the dim light of the lighting began to flicker continuously, as if the battery was low.
But Zhao Jian knew very well that this was because the appearance of the ghost had affected the surrounding environment, otherwise such a situation would never have happened.
His arm was now covered with dense scratches, and there was a weird bulge in it, as if a finger was trying to poke through the flesh on his arm and add a hideous scar.
At this moment, the rotten corpse had appeared in front of him.
I saw a pair of dark eyes staring directly at Zhao Jian on a face that was highly rotten and could not be seen clearly. A cold breath mixed with the stench of decay hit him at the same time.
The next moment, the rotten corpse rushed towards him, so fast that if Zhao Jian hadn't been prepared in advance, his head would have been scratched by the rotten corpse at this moment.
The moment Li Gui approached him, Zhao Jian suddenly grabbed Li Gui's neck, and a cold, sticky, and bloody touch suddenly came over him.
A hideous wound appeared on the neck of the rotten corpse, and at the same time, a deep visible bone scar appeared on Zhao Jian's arm. This was the scar made by the strange finger.
This is the true face of Gui Shang.
Before the wound on his body heals, the wound on Li Gui's body will also not heal. The only difference is that Li Gui will not die, and there is a price for him to use Li Gui's power.
Once he overuses the power of the ghost, the ghost he controls will continue to scratch his flesh, and eventually such fatal wounds will gradually cover his whole body.
By that time, he will undoubtedly die from the ghost's resurrection.
At this moment, the skin and flesh on the neck of the rotten corpse was gradually torn apart, and several hideous wounds emerged from the neck, and extremely viscous corpse water continued to ooze from them, making people feel sick to their stomachs.
This kind of curse is also effective on evil ghosts. The corpse paused for a moment, and Zhao Jian took this opportunity to get around the corpse and quickly ran out of the room.
The next moment, the rotten corpse recovered. It turned around and rushed towards Zhao Jian again, not caring that corpse water was constantly seeping out from its neck.
The moment these rotten palms came into contact with Zhao Jian's body, he suddenly took off the clothes he was wearing, and a rotten and pus-filled back appeared in Li Gui's sight.
The moment the two came into contact, the rotten palms were torn apart instantly, and the corpse's body involuntarily took two steps back.
After forcing the rotting corpse away, Zhao Jian did not hesitate to use his torn open palm to place it on the door of the residence.
To his surprise, there was no obstacle this time, and the door was easily pushed open by him. Zhao Jian, who lost his balance, slipped and fell to the lawn.
Before he could get up, he suddenly noticed a pair of legs appearing in front of him. Looking up along the legs, he saw a familiar face appearing in Zhao Jian's eyes.