I originally planned to pry open the coffin and start imprisoning the ghost inside.
But neither Yang Jian nor Zhang Han expected that the coffin, which had been parked in the mourning hall since entering the village, would open on its own at this moment.
Accompanied by a weak cough.
The coffin lid was slowly pushed by something, and a gap appeared in front of it.
And through that gap, a pale, bloodless hand stretched out.
There are all signs of this.
The ghost inside the coffin... is coming out.
"What's going on?" Yang Jian's face became nervous involuntarily at this moment.
This situation was actually beyond his scope of consideration. According to his calculations, it was unlikely that the ghost in the coffin would come out.
Because when he was about to open the coffin, the ghost was inside and grabbed the lid of the coffin, preventing him from opening it.
This situation shows that this ghost should not be willing to come out.
But now, what is the reason that makes this ghost uncharacteristically open the coffin and come out
"Yang Jian, what should we do now?" Zhang Han's face turned pale with fright.
Yang Jian waved his hand and said: "Calm down, don't act recklessly, we are originally going to fight ghosts, early contact or late contact is the same. Prepare my body bag and see if I can imprison it."
"Okay, okay."
Zhang Han swallowed nervously and hurriedly picked up the body bag on the ground.
"As soon as it comes out, you will cooperate with me." A ghost eye appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.
This eye stared intently at the gradually opening coffin.
A ghost eye also appeared on the back of his head, alerting him to the headless ghost behind him and ensuring that no second ghost would appear behind him.
As the coffin was slowly pushed away.
The shadow behind Yang Jian quickly extended to the side of the coffin like a pool of running water, and then the shadow's arms were stretched so long that they slowly stretched out from the ground.
The hand of the headless ghost gradually approached the coffin mouth.
As soon as the ghost inside the coffin comes out, he will take off the ghost's arms and head and dismember it instantly.
"Cough, cough."
A weak cough sounded again from inside the dark coffin, and a second pale arm stretched out from inside and rested on the removed coffin lid.
With two arms propped up, a "person" seemed to be sitting up from the coffin.
"Oh shit."
Zhang Han cursed in his heart and could only bite the bullet at this time.
The demon tattoo on his back is waking up.
His body began to move strangely, as if something was crawling out of the flesh on his back...
The two of them were ready and tense, ready to take action.
Pray in your heart.
I hope this ghost is not too scary and is within the range that can be dealt with, otherwise, they will really all die here.
The "person" inside the coffin now sat up holding the lid of the coffin.
Half of the body was exposed.
It was a man whose face was ashen, as if he had been dead for several days. He was looking ahead with his eyes open. At this moment, his eyes revealed a kind of torture, pain, and numbness.
Yang Jian wanted to take action immediately, but when he saw what this man was wearing, his eyes suddenly shrank.
The "man" sitting up from the coffin was actually wearing an Interpol uniform.
"Cough, cough." The "person" coughed a few more times, feeling weak and feeble, as if he was terminally ill.
"Yang Jian, why don't you take action?" Zhang Han broke into a cold sweat.
He found that Yang Jian actually hesitated at this time.
"Wait, wait a minute."
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he waved his hand, "Don't rush to do it yet."
If he guessed correctly, this man in a criminal police uniform should be the first criminal police officer in Dachang City and the person in charge of establishing the file of supernatural events in Huanggang Village... Feng Quan.
"Feng Quan?" He tried shouting.
See if this "person" responds.
Detective Feng Quan disappeared in Huanggang Village, but if a ghost master had been missing for several months, he would have been dead. His body was probably rotten.
However, the person suspected to be Detective Feng Quan actually sat up from this weird coffin.
In this case, Yang Jian had to doubt... Feng Quan was not dead.
However, this Feng Quan is now a human or a ghost.
Yang Jian had to confirm it himself.
"You shouldn't have come to save me, cough, cough." The "person" turned his head, his eyes slightly numb from pain, and looked at Yang Jian with gloomy eyes, while coughing weakly a few times.
Did it speak
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.
He is really Detective Feng Quan, not a ghost
"Here, what's going on? The ghost spoke." Zhang Han was in a nervous state at the moment, and he was a little confused when he encountered this situation.
Keep talking.
Yang Jian's vigilance remained unabated. His ghost was still lingering near the coffin, waiting for the opportunity to take action.
"Are you really Feng Quan? I am Yang Jian, and I am also affiliated with Interpol."
Feng Quan's numb eyes moved slightly: "I know you. I already knew you when I entered the village. You should not come here, and you should not come to save me. My situation is not worth the country's expense. Come and save me, your rescue will only make things a mess."
What? save you
Yang Jian's expression changed slightly.
Could it be that this is the real purpose of the company that wants to solve the supernatural incident in Huanggang Village by itself and others
It's not to imprison evil ghosts.
But to rescue the criminal policeman trapped in the village, Feng Quan
If this is the case, then the coughing sound that appeared in the village before was Feng Quan
Is he a sick man
"Do you think we are willing to come? We were also kept in the dark. Tell me, was that ghost who coughed in the village before?" Yang Jian suddenly became a little embarrassed.
If they were here to save people, they should have told that company earlier.
No information is given.
Are you asking yourself to save people, or are you asking ghost masters like yourself to die
Feng Quandao; "Yes, that... it is indeed me. For special reasons, I can't leave this coffin, but through other people I have reminded you to get out, but the situation has changed since then." , because at night... you can't go out anymore."
"I made the coughing sound on purpose. I want all of you ghost masters scattered in the village to gather together and resist the ghost in the village, because this is your only chance."
"But you have never understood what I mean. Instead, because ghost masters continue to be killed alone, the power of the ghost becomes stronger and stronger."
"So that in the end you broke the balance, and the ghost in the village began to take over the whole place. After that, I couldn't do anything."
Feng Quan glanced at Yang Jian and then at Zhang Han: "I have to say that you are very lucky. You survived after the ghost took over this place. It was... a night of death. There was nothing Survival is the same even for ghost masters."
"Since you know this, why didn't you remind me earlier that your fucking cough is nothing? Don't you have a mouth? You walked out of the coffin to talk."
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and said.
"Even if it's an important reminder, I won't end up in such a passive situation, where I'm almost wiped out. What's that old woman's cough?"
"You deliberately misled us, didn't you?"