There is only a quiet breathing sound in this rough house.

Until the originally open security door closed automatically with a bang for some reason.

Su Qin'er's body was so scared that she shook her body and she suddenly leaned into the crowd.

Ji Li's expression changed several times, and he solemnly asked again:

"What did your eyes see?"

Xiao Qianduye had wrapped the white cloth strips in his eyes again and gave the answer without thinking.

“The closer you get to the attic, the richer the black air around you.

Until you are under the attic, the black air almost completely submerges you.

They are scattering their teeth and claws, and they can no longer contain them, and they will tear you apart.

That black air is your bad luck.”

Xiao Qianduye's eyes of disaster were absolutely extraordinary.

Although Ji Li had some resistance to the sinful object, it did not mean that he denied the function of the sinful object.

So, what Xiao Qianduye said must be true.

What he couldn't understand was that with a gray soul on his body, how could ordinary ghosts hurt him?

Even if there is really a ghost who can attack him, there are only a few.

Along the way, Ji Li saw countless ghosts.

Except for the ghost in Tiannan Academy who can face the gray soul without being humble or arrogant, the other ghosts were crushed.

The one upstairs looks quite powerful, but Ji Li can roughly sense its strength.

It is far from comparable to it, and even the average mission ghost is inferior!

Then, there is only one possibility.

The ghost in the attic is very special.

"Shop Manager Ji, what should we do?"

Su Qin'er didn't want to stay here for too long, so she quickly asked what to do.

Ji Li knew that she couldn't go, so the best candidate here...

"I'll do it."

Xiao Qianduye had wrapped his eyes and replied in a light voice.

But before she could take two steps, she was stopped by a powerful hand.

Zhan Xun's rough face appeared with a firm face, and he stood up with a firm word:

"Miss Xiao Qian was not selected by this mission, it is a great blessing for you to come.

Manager Ji cannot go there for special purpose, so there is no reason to let you take risks for us again.

You said anyone except the store manager can do it, so I will do it."

Xiao Qianduye never expected that there would be such a newcomer in the Seventh Branch, and couldn't help but say with relief:

"How great would it be if there were more people like Mr. Zhan in the world."

Zhan Xun did not comment on this sentence.

He skillfully organized his equipment, held a knife in his left hand, held a flashlight in his mouth, and began to move forward in a alert attitude.

Su Qin'er was in a state of great emotion when she watched this scene.

In fact, she highly recognized Zhan Xun's remarks and even wanted to go with her.

But no matter what, I can't speak and can't take any steps.

In this world, there are still too few Zhanxuns, and there are still too many Su Qiner.

Not everyone has the courage to say these things...

...

Zhan Xun was also scared, his palms were sweating when he was holding the knife.

He has made contributions and killed the enemy, but he is also very clear.

Those skills in the past are completely useless now.

Only the courage and courage that have been cultivated by seeing life and death, crying and blood, is the trump card that supports him to go on.

He also has his wife and school daughter, and he wants to go to the end step by step and live.

The truth taught him on the battlefield is that the more afraid of death, the faster he dies.

All he has to do is force himself to adapt, integrate, and finally defeat it.

The locked attic door does not make a sound on the stairs.

But Zhan Xun's fingers were already stiff and his movements began to become slow.

He swallowed, not knowing whether this was what Ji Li and the others said about the ghost spirit, or the fear of facing the unknown.

Zhan Xun still underestimated the oppression of the ghost, and his mind began to think randomly.

All kinds of strange pictures appeared before my eyes crazily.

Until the wooden door that was so close to me, a dark red color actually emerged at this moment.

It's blood...

A large amount of blood swept out from the crack in the door in an instant, and it felt so real.

Zhan Xun even smelled an extremely fishy smell, which made his brain go away.

His body was smashed down the steps by blood and washed down to the dusty ground.

But the knife and the flashlight in his mouth were still firmly controlled by him.

"Ahem!!"

Zhan Xun was not shocked, and his violent cough brought a real feeling.

It's dust, not blood.

He opened his eyes sweating profusely and got up from the ground.

The door of the attic was still quiet, and the surroundings were dry and dusty, without any blood.

Zhan Xun's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, and he was angry with his fear.

I stopped being cautious at first, and took a big stance to walk upwards.

During the sprint, he hit the wooden door with his shoulder.

With a loud bang, the fragile door panel was smashed by a huge force.

But Zhan Xun did not feel the pain of his body smashing into the ground, but instead began to lose his limbs as if he was drowning.

He looked around in horror. It was clearly a small space.

Just like many small attics that have not been renovated, it looks like a few square meters.

But he seemed to be trapped in a gravity-free water tank, unable to move no matter how he moved his body.

The air surrounding the surroundings was like a pair of invisible hands, holding his limbs tightly.

Zhan Xun's eyes were wide open, and he kept falling and floating in the air.

Even though he used all his strength, he could only struggle slightly and do some small movements.

The bright moonlight shines on the face on the window above the head.

Zhan Xun kept taking deep breaths, while trying hard to break free, observing the situation in the attic.

And at this glance, he immediately saw a jar.

A large jar in blue and white porcelain style.

The blue and white porcelain jar was quietly placed in the southeast corner of the attic, and it appeared very bizarre.

In this bare room, it's so eye-catching.

Obviously, it was deliberately placed here.

Zhan Xun is naturally not bad at being able to live to this day.

The moment he saw it, he was sure that the ghost must be there.

The ghost was trapped but not killed, and used various means to force him not to get close.

That means it cannot take action!

Then, the key to breaking the deadlock is simple and unique.

Zhan Xun's face began to turn red, he held his breath and secretly exerted force in his left hand.

At this distance of less than five steps, the dagger in his hand will definitely win.

A roar that was stretched by the supernatural power, the dagger flew out.

Strangely, the ghost's ability does not seem to be strong, and it seems that he has used all his strength to trap Zhan Xun.

There is no way to stop the dagger flying out.

With a crisp sound, the dagger fell to the ground.

After all, it restricts Zhan Xun's wrists and seems to be insufficient.

But a crack had already appeared, and the roaring sound that roared from Zhan Xun's mouth had a supplementary effect.

From the center, the cracks in the blue and white porcelain jars are becoming more and more dense.

Until, it completely shattered and became fragments.

Zhan Xun was finally able to land. He had no time to adjust and rushed out of the ground.

He looked through the pieces with a look of surprise, and then he found a black plastic bag.

This blue and white porcelain jar is wrapped in it.

Zhan Xun was vigilant and did not dare to open it, after all, he didn't know where the ghost had gone.

Just holding the plastic bag, he found that the things contained there were only the size of a palm.

Some are soft and a little slippery, just like...
Chapter completed!