Mysterious recovery

The voice sounded from the bedside where Yang Jian was sleeping.

There was a pungent smell of blood in the air.

What dripped from the ceiling was not water, but scarlet blood.

Blood seeped out from the cracks on the roof, as if it was pervasive, and the number was gradually increasing.

Soon, the entire roof was soaked in blood, scarlet.

Among the blood on the ceiling, a silhouette of a person can be seen, with his mouth open, revealing a blurred outline of facial features, struggling in pain, as if he was howling and screaming like a tortured evil spirit, but all of this It seemed so calm, not a single sound came out.

Just at this time.

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.

He didn't fall asleep completely, but was in a half-asleep and half-awake state, and he was particularly sensitive to changes in the outside world.

"Is it an illusion?"

When he opened his eyes, he didn't see anything unusual in the room.

There was no water dripping from the ceiling, let alone scarlet blood.

Everything before it seemed like an illusion, it didn't exist at all.

"No, it's not a hallucination." Yang Jian suddenly saw a drop of scarlet blood staining the pillow beside his pillow.

The blood is thick and viscous.

There is a special fishy smell, as if it has been rotten.

Yang Jian thought for a while, his face changed slightly, he sat up immediately, got out of bed, got dressed and went out immediately.

As soon as you go out.

Rows of scarlet footprints were left in the corridor. These footprints were made of blood, as if someone had been here before, and at the door of the apartment, the bloody footprints were extraordinarily messy and dense.

That person should have wandered by the door before.

Yang Jian immediately followed the bloody footprints all the way.

Follow the stairs and exit the apartment building.

The final destination of the footprints was to stop on a rest chair next to a green belt in the community.

In the dimness, a silhouette of a human figure sat there as if waiting for Yang Jian's arrival.

"Yan Li?" Yang Jian tried to call out.

This blood is not the trace left by an ordinary ghost, but the ghost blood in Yanli's body.

He is very clear.

So don't panic.

"Yang Jian, this should be the last time we meet. I don't have much time. I want to say goodbye and say a few words to you." Yan Li wrapped himself up in a windbreaker and wore a hat , I can't see clearly at all.

But on his body, the blood flowed out unstoppably like a faucet turned on, staining the surrounding area red and condensed.

"I haven't seen you for a while, and your situation seems to be very bad." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and he walked over with a bit of vigilance.

Yan Li said: "You'd better not get too close to me, the ghost in my body has recovered, I don't know how long I can keep my consciousness, it's very dangerous for you to get close to me."

Yang Jian froze in his heart.

Through the streetlight next to him, he could vaguely see that Yan Li's face no longer existed, only the outline of a pool of blood.

He is no longer human.

"What do you want to tell me?" Yang Jian said.

Yan Li said: "The people in the club are already eyeing you. You angered the people in the club in the Huanggang village incident. They plan to kill you because your existence threatens many people. If possible, I'd better persuade you to leave Dachang City, live in another city.”

"Xiaoqiang Club? If they want to deal with me, just come. It is impossible to leave Dachang City. I left here and went to other cities. People in other cities threatened me and asked me to leave. Then I can Where are you going?"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth: "If you really want to deal with me, then I will kill all the people in the Xiaoqiang Club. They are already evil spirits, so you are afraid of threats?"

"One more thing, the box you gave me was snatched by the Xiaoqiang Club." Yan Li said: "Sorry, I owe you a sum of money, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to pay it back in the future."

"Is that so? It's okay, I'll take it back later." Yang Jian said.

He didn't say that the box was fake and he had switched it.

"I want to ask you one last thing." Yan Li said again.

"Tell me." Yang Jian said, "It's too difficult and I can't do anything."

"I don't think it's a good choice to leave my wife and children in Dachang City. I want you to speak for me and let them go back to their hometown." Yan Li said.

Yang Jiandao: "You can talk about this matter, you should be able to do it by making a phone call, right?"

"I was followed by people from the Xiaoqiang Club. I haven't contacted my family for several days. No one knows my family's address except you. I don't want to be exposed, especially when I am about to die." Yan Li said.

"Okay, I will personally notify your family."

"Thank you." Yan Li said: "It's almost time, I have to go."

"Where are you going?"

Yan Li said: "Find a place where there is no one to die. I will definitely not recover in Dachang City. When this ghost appears in Dachang City, you will not be able to deal with it."

After speaking, he stood up, and then sat in a sports car next to him.

The vehicle starts.

Without any hesitation, the horsepower was fully opened.

The sports car quickly soared to more than a hundred yards, and it was still accelerating, and finally disappeared at the intersection at the fastest speed.

Go all the way north.

"Another ghost master has died." Seeing Yan Li leaving, Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and his mood was a little complicated.

He came this time to say goodbye.

Yan Li's situation was obviously so serious that he couldn't suppress the Li Gui. Even if he didn't use Li Gui's power, Li Gui himself would come out.

"If you went to Huanggang Village with me back then, maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this."

Yang Jian thought secretly.

But then he shook his head slightly.

Maybe he died faster when he went to Huanggang Village. After all, only Zhang Han and himself survived that group of people.

The car engine roared.

There was very little traffic on the road in the early morning.

Yan Li's car speeded up to more than 200 yards, ran through red lights all the way, passed through vehicles in the wrong direction, and rushed out of the urban area at the fastest speed.

The surrounding scenery retreated crazily.

At this speed, even if it hits something casually, the car will be destroyed.

But he didn't have the slightest fear.

Because he is dead.

It's just that some consciousness is still preserved.

So he only cares about stepping on the accelerator to the end, as far as he can go, if he is unlucky and has a car accident, then Yan Li doesn't care.

After all, he had tried his best, and if he really wanted the ghost in his body to appear in the urban area, there was no other way.

God seemed to favor him more.

Along the way, he didn't have any accidents, but got on the highway smoothly and left the urban area.

The car is still running wildly, speeding.

He left the urban area, and now he is doing his best to stay away from the city. If possible, it is best to find a field or a mountain without people.

Perhaps it was the realization that he might be dying.

Although he resisted not wanting to contact his family, Yan Li couldn't help picking up the phone on the co-pilot next to him.

His hand could no longer see a little bit of flesh, it was covered in blood and was out of shape.

But when he just picked up his phone and was about to dial.

The whole arm melted into a thick pool of blood with a splash and splashed on the seat.

"Time is up."

This thought flashed through Yan Li's mind.

Not just arms.

The legs, body, and head all began to melt at this moment.

The blood turned into almost filled the entire carriage.

The sports car lost control, veered off the highway, then sprinted a short distance across the field before rolling over.

The car body began to fall apart.

Finally, it rolled down to a pit and stopped.

The sports car was emitting thick smoke, but the smoke was extinguished before it spontaneously ignited.

The thick blood seemed to have dug out a spring, gushing out from the inside of the vehicle, and more and more, and finally submerged the vehicle in the accident... Even if the blood that came out like this has not yet Stop, less than half an hour later, the thick blood then filled the mud pit, forming a blood pool.

Over time, the pool of blood gradually expanded, turning into a scarlet pond.

I don't know how long it took.

A ferocious arm stained with blood stretched out from the pool of blood.

A humanoid silhouette slowly crawled out of the blood in a strange posture.

It didn't choose Dachang City behind it, but crawled to the nearest village.

A bloody trail was left in the field, extending all the way...

Chapter 144 The Cruel Reality

Yan Li's death reminded Yang Jian.

He vaguely sensed that the incident in Huanggang Village was not completely over, and a series of consequences seemed to be affecting him.

But he was still in the dark, without any warning.

"Yan Li definitely didn't die simply because of Li Gui's recovery. Even if he could die, he definitely wouldn't die so fast." Yang Jian was driving on the road, and his mind began to think.

He felt that Yan Li was at least half a month away from Li Gui's recovery.

But right now, his ghost's recovery time has come earlier.

In other words, during this period, Yan Li used the power of Li Gui.

Knowing that he is on the verge of recovery, but still using the power of the ghost, there is only one possibility.

He fights with other ghost riders.

Or someone deliberately stimulated him to use the power of the ghost to force him to die due to the recovery of the ghost.

"Go to his house and inform his family to take refuge first, and then investigate the cause of Yan Li's death. If he died normally due to the resuscitation of a ghost, then everything is fine. If not... Then, as Yan Li said, someone is coming to me .” Yang Jian’s face became serious.

In the eyes of Xiaoqiang Club, Yan Li is his leader.

His death is a dangerous signal for himself.

The car drove into a neighborhood.

Yan Li protects his family very well. In order not to involve his family in his affairs, he rarely even comes here to see his wife and children.

Even before he died, he was reluctant to make the last phone call because of this.

"It's here."

As soon as Yang Jian's car stopped, he looked at the villa in front of him.

The courtyard door was opened, but the gate was locked tightly. There were fallen leaves scattered all over the courtyard. It had not been taken care of for several days, and there was still no movement from inside.

"I remember that Yan Li has a wife and two lively children, a boy and a girl. Have they moved away?"