Zhao Jian felt a little regretful as soon as he finished speaking. It was the only supernatural item on him, but when he thought of his life, Zhao Jian softened again. After all, he had been soaking in this muddy water for a long time.
He felt that if he soaked it again, he would probably marinate it and taste it.
"Trade, take the things first." Yan Duo's voice suddenly rang behind Zhao Jian. He had no intention of leaving at first, but was just bluffing Zhao Jian.
Zhao Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, you can pull me up first."
"Impossible, my patience is very limited. If you don't take it out, I will leave immediately." Yan Duo waved his hand and said indifferently.
He calculated that the other party would definitely compromise. After all, no matter how good the supernatural items were, could they be as good as their own life?
"Damn you a primary school student? Well, you won, the stuff is in my pants' pocket."
Sure enough, Zhao Jian compromised in a short while. He really didn't dare to bet if another person would pass by here before he died.
"A wise choice." Yan Duo smiled and started to fumble in Zhao Jian's pants pocket. Then he touched a long and hard thing. He took it out and saw that it turned out to be a rusty scalpel.
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Yan Duo was stunned when he looked at the scalpel. For some reason, he remembered the strange hospital that the supernatural bus passed that night.
Before he could think about it, Zhao Jian urged him again. Yan Duo thought about it and was still preparing to pull him up. After all, in such a ghost place, one more ghost controller would have more power.
"Wait, don't touch my shoulder." Just as Yan Duo was about to pull Zhao Jian up, Zhao Jian suddenly said, "Just pull my arm."
Yan Duo naturally didn't care. Seeing Zhao Jian's dense wounds behind him, he probably knew it in his heart, and was afraid that the evil ghosts he controlled were related to these wounds.
As soon as his hand touched Zhao Jian, a cold breath came, but it was soon blocked by the ghost shirt. Yan Duo frowned. He saw that his sleeves were stained with blood at this moment, and then he found that he actually
Can't pull Zhao Jian.
"What did you eat to grow up? Why is it so heavy?"
Zhao Jian said: "If you try harder, I feel that I will find my balance soon."
"balance?"
"Yes, it's the ability of the evil ghost who attacked me. If you try harder, I feel that I will succeed soon."
Upon hearing this, Yan Duo simply put his hands together and pulled the onions onions in dry land, pulling Zhao Jian over, and his sleeves were completely dyed red.
Finally, with Yan Duo's unremitting efforts, Zhao Jian was finally pulled up.
"Okay, thank you." Zhao Jian stood up excitedly and stretched his back. He had been soaking in this muddy water for too long.
"Well, I don't know what your name is yet." Yan Duo's eyes flashed. He was already ready to turn against the other party, but to his surprise, Zhao Jian did not want to get back the scalpel at all.
"My name is Zhao Jian, where are you?" Zhao Jian pointed to the reflection under Yan Duo's feet and said, "The ghost you are controlling is quite special. No wonder you dare to wade into this muddy water."
"I'm Yan Duo."
Yan Duo was a little surprised that the evil spirit he controlled was quite special, but why did the other party point at his feet and talk?
As he said that, he looked down at the water, and his scalp was numb at just one glance. He saw that his reflection in the water turned into a swollen floating corpse. His face looked exactly the same as him, and he was staring at his two being soaked.
The swollen eyes looked at him.
Yan Duo was about to say something, but suddenly his face changed. His feet seemed to be caught by the swollen floating corpse. He staggered in an instant and fell into the accumulated water.
Then he felt like he had fallen into a bottomless pool, without even a sound, and was instantly flooded by the foul-smelling water.
Seeing Yan Duo disappearing in front of him, the expression on Zhao Jian's face could only be described as wonderful. A living person disappeared so strangely. Only then did he realize that the reflection of the floating corpse was a real evil spirit.
Looking at the accumulated water that was still rippling with a few circles, Zhao Jian's face was filled with cold sweat. This man named Yan Duo was also a real ghost driver. He was pulled away without even resisting.
The attack of the evil ghost was too sudden and he had no time to help.
"Damn it, even if a dog is killed, it will have to slap a few times. What's the situation?" Zhao Jian's legs trembled, and fear was slowly submerged him.
At this moment, Zhao Jian suddenly felt someone pressing his shoulder, his movements were very light, but just this time, Zhao Jian's entire arm was numb, and a sharp pain was passed down his shoulder to his body.
"What a joke." Zhao Jian endured the pain and looked back immediately, and found that there was no one behind him, and there was no sign of water surrounding him being stepped on.
The evil ghost he controlled was called ghost wound. When he was out camping, he was scratched by something on his back, leaving a strange wound. Since then, he seemed to be entangled by a strange evil ghost...
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Every once in a while, a new wound appeared on his back, and even the evil ghost dared not touch the place covered by these sword wounds. Not only that, he could also transfer some of the sword wounds to the evil ghost.
, thereby suppressing.
But now, the evil ghost who patted his shoulder was obviously not affected by the ghost's injury, which made Zhao Jian shocked and angry. Even when he was chased by the balanced ghost, he was not as scared as he is now.
Suddenly, Zhao Jian felt a cold waist. He looked down and saw that the strange water had already flooded his waist, which made him change his face instantly.
He would rather face that unknown evil spirit than stay in this stinky puddle anymore.
Zhao Jiang had just taken two steps when suddenly a series of bubbles suddenly emerged from the accumulated water ahead.
The water kept rolling, and a huge shadow appeared in the water, like a struggling figure. With the sound of breaking water, a waxy and swollen hand suddenly stretched out of the water.
Immediately afterwards, a highly rotten human head stepped out of the water, its face covered with broken holes, and it was flowing out thick corpse water.
Seeing this, Zhao Jian's face changed drastically. The rotten head in front of him should be the source of the accumulated water. However, Zhao Jian was still a little confused. He had been lying here for so long, so why did he trigger the other party at this time?
The law of murder.
There seemed to be countless hands around the head, accompanied by a stench, shaking it from the accumulated water. Zhao Jian's eyelids twitched and was about to use methods, but suddenly he felt his shoulder was gently pressed.