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Eight hundred and seventy-first chapter confrontation between old and new(2/2)

Chen Qiaoyang felt a pain in his body. He was so angry that he didn't even dare to say harsh words, so he turned around and ran away.

As long as he is alive, he, the ghost herder, can make a comeback.

Now is the last chance to escape, because after the Yang family's little brat slashes with a knife, he will also be cursed. Even if he doesn't die, it will definitely be very uncomfortable.

But Chen Qiaoyang turned around without running a few steps, or even leaving the street. The scene in front of him made him dumbfounded.

"I told you, don't leave in a hurry. The fight between us is not over yet. It's the second round now." Yang Jian's figure appeared in front of him again.

There wasn't a single scratch on his body, and the traces that were almost melted before had disappeared, and he seemed to be in surprisingly good condition.

"Little bastard." Chen Qiaoyang was extremely frightened and angry. He stared at Yang Jian's neck.

Logically speaking, the curse of the hatchet should have cut off his own neck. How come nothing happened?

Yang Jian seemed to see his doubts and touched his neck: "You think it's strange, right? In fact, it's not difficult to understand. Just like when you were in the ancient house before, I moved my own time back slightly.

I have changed a little bit, now I am Yang Jian a minute ago, and a minute ago I was intact."

"This phenomenon, I call restarting itself."

"Reboot yourself?"

Chen Qiaoyang was not stupid. He understood the meaning of Yang Jian's words and shouted: "This is impossible. How can you do it on your own? Your father couldn't do this when he was alive. It's not enough for you to enter this industry."

How could it be possible to reach this point in one year..."

He was scared at this moment.

Because he discovered that this little brat from the Yang family had reached an incredible height.

This is the ability that only the most terrifying ghosts can possess.

It is almost impossible for a living person to control it. In his memory, there is only one person who can clearly do this, the mysterious man named Qin. It is said that he is a person who survived the Republic of China.

"Some things are difficult to explain to you. Time is running out, so it's better for us to be direct." Yang Jian's eyes were solemn.

He has worked hard so far, and it can be said that he has used all his killer moves.

The fifth-level ghost realm was blocked, the sixth-level ghost realm cooperated with the coffin nail to eliminate one of the opponent's ghosts, and the restart of the seventh-level ghost realm was also used.

The complete ghost shadow, ghost hands, and coffin nails are all fighting against the evil ghost. If the last knife cannot dismember the last ghost beside Chen Qiaoyang, this battle will not even be won.

Yang Jian secretly glanced at the fierce ghost whose head had been chopped off.

The ghost was motionless at this moment.

this is normal.

After being dismembered by a hatchet, the ghost will be in a stagnant state for a period of time, because the puzzle pieces are broken up, the terror level of the ghost is reduced, and recovery becomes more difficult, but when it slows down, the dismembered ghost can still move around.

The thing I fear the most is the ghost.

It has been carried around by Chen Qiaoyang and has never been used.

Even a fool can see that this is the scariest one among the four ghosts, so Yang Jian's hatchet must be reserved for this ghost without any hesitation.

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Qiaoyang's forehead at this moment.

Although Yang Jian just stood there quietly, the pressure on him was enormous.

This little brat is even more troublesome than his father was, and the most incredible thing is that he did not inherit the supernatural power that his father controlled.

"No, not good."

Then, Chen Qiaoyang suddenly realized that his legs were rapidly losing consciousness, and he felt a cold breath eroding his body.

Although the ghosts were suppressed, it seemed that the suppression was not thorough enough.

At this moment, Chen Qiaoyang had no ghosts around him to resist him, so the invasion of ghosts was of no help to him.

Once the ghost invades his head, Chen Qiaoyang's memory will be stolen, and Yang Jian can even change his memory if he is willing.

This ability is not a ghost, but combined with the ability of the old blood-stained newspaper.

"Win, win, Xiao Yang, don't forget, this is all the credit of your father bear. Without me, father bear, you are definitely no match for this old guy. When you go back, you must remember to increase my salary.

"

Seeing that the situation had been decided, Xiong Wenwen jumped out of nowhere. He stood up, arrogant and proud.

"Can that child predict the future?" Chen Qiaoyang's body was gradually losing control. He stared at Xiong Wenwen, wishing to tear the child into pieces.
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