Chapter 22: The Horrifying Male Corpse Predicted

Chapter 22: The Horrifying Male Corpse Predicted

Chapter 22: The Horrifying Male Corpse Predicted

At this time, on the steps leading from the third floor to the second floor, Zhang Hao was staring at the steps downstairs.

The steps blocked his view, but he could just feel that some kind of supernatural effect was affecting him.

And the news from the bride made him even more certain of this situation.

But unfortunately, perhaps because Yang Jian and the others below spoke too softly, he could not hear their conversation and could only hear the sharp screams of "Ah".

"Is it Lin Luomei? Or Xiong Wenwen?"

Zhang Hao pondered.

According to the plot he remembered, in Yang Jian's team, these two people were the only ones who could influence the rest of his team without any contact.

However, Zhang Hao quickly eliminated the possibility that Lin Luomei's supernatural effects had any effect on him.

If Lin Luomei's ghost voice really had an effect on herself, at least she would be able to hear the sound.

Just like when he was on the third floor, he could feel the voice checking on him.

"So he's a naughty kid?"

"He used his foresight to predict what would happen to me and my bride, but judging by the situation, the brat must have been killed in the prediction."

The sharp scream just now could only be made by children and women.

Excluding Lin Luomei, the only one left is naturally the naughty kid.

"So, Yang Jian is downstairs?"

Zhang Hao pondered.

At this moment, of course, he couldn't really intend to kill Yang Jian.

At least before Old Qin died or proclaimed himself emperor, he would not really kill Yang Jian.

Let’s not talk about whether Yang Jian can be killed while having a conversation with Old Qin about the future.

The blow from the old man after killing Yang Jian was too much for him and his bride to bear.

Only after the old man sealed himself off and the invisible protective aura around Yang Jian disappeared, could Zhang Hao truly kill Yang Jian.

"But in this situation, I can't just let Yang Jian go without any reason. At least I have to leave what I want behind."

If we cannot kill it, we naturally have to find a way to get the greatest benefit.

For now, the only thing on Yang Jian that is worth Zhang Hao's attention is the face cloth, also known as the crying ghost face.

Just when Zhang Hao was thinking.

Xiong Wenwen downstairs also regained her composure after being comforted by everyone.

Yang Jian took out a red ghost candle and lit it. "Try to see if I can predict whether we will die next after lighting the ghost candle."

"Also, try to see if you can continue to predict what will happen next after you die."

Han Mo also spoke up: "Don't be afraid, this is not your real death. If you are not sure, you can give it a try."

"After lighting the ghost candle, our time of death should change."

Hearing this, Xiong Wenwen nodded and started trying again.

Close your eyes and the familiar scene appears again.

But this time, the people waiting at the stairs were shrouded in a faint green light.

At the stairs on the second floor, two figures, one in white and one in red, walked out again.

This time, after the red and white figure entered the second floor and discovered them, he did not launch an attack immediately.

After about ten seconds, the white figure slowly raised his hand as predicted last time.

Then, outside the dim green candlelight that enveloped everyone, red bloody handprints the size of children's hands appeared and kept hitting the ground around the steps.

The ghost candle's candlelight burned more intensely because of the appearance of the red blood handprint.

This made Xiong Wenwen, who was predicting the future, feel relieved. As they got more information and responded more, the outcome changed. Xiong Wenwen, who had received a dose of heart booster, continued to predict the next situation.

However, his mood soon turned panicky again.

Because when they were trapped, a tall male corpse walked up from downstairs with a hatchet in his hand.

When he walked near the stairwell, he just chopped at the faint green candlelight, and the entire faint green candlelight was extinguished.

It can be seen that the candlelight was not extinguished because the ghost candle burned out, but the candle seemed to be struck by something and then the whole candle exploded.

Seeing this scene, Xiong Wenwen, who had calmed down a lot, became frightened again. This scene was really too weird.

In the predicted ending, a ghost actually chopped down the ghost candle.

You know, the ghost candle is a prop that is said to be able to defend against all supernatural attacks. As long as the ghost candle is not extinguished, the evil spirit will not be able to affect anything within the candlelight.

Afterwards, the tall male corpse moved again. The hatchet in his hand chopped down again, and then Xiong Wenwen's head fell off.

Not only Xiong Wenwen, but also Lin Luomei and Yang Jian's heads fell off at that time.

The ghost attacked at once and chopped off the heads of three of them at the same time.

Seeing that even Yang Jian, whom she trusted, couldn't last a single round against that ghost, Xiong Wenwen no longer had the courage to continue watching.

The prediction was interrupted again. Xiong Wenwen did not scream this time, but the fear in her eyes could not be hidden.

"Xiong Wenwen, what's the situation?"

Yang Jian saw that Xiong Wenwen's premonition only lasted less than a minute and then looked at Xiong Wenwen's frightened eyes and his face looked a little ugly.

Even if Xiong Wenwen didn't say anything, he could guess that the result this time didn't seem to be good.

"I am Yang Jian"

Xiong Wenwen looked at Yang Jian in horror, his eyes especially focused on Yang Jian's neck. From time to time he would turn his head to look at Lin Luomei.

"Yang Jian and Lin Luomei were attacked? And killed?"

Han Mo spoke. This time he did not try to comfort Xiong Wenwen, but was observing the situation, so he was very keen to notice this phenomenon.

"Ah."

Xiong Wenwen spoke in a low voice and lowered her head to tell everyone what had just happened.

"Are you sure you are not kidding? I chopped the ghost candle into pieces with one knife, and killed you and Yang Jianlin Luomei at the same time with one knife?" Russell looked grim.

"Nonsense, who do you think I am? You're joking about this kind of thing, do you think I'm a child who doesn't know shit?"

Hearing someone questioning, Xiong Wenwen glared at Russell.

Just because he is afraid of Yang Jian doesn't mean he is afraid of Russell One.

"The ghost candle was chopped into pieces with one knife." Han Mo's face was also very ugly.

He could share the attack with others, but if it was an attack of this magnitude, he wouldn't be able to block it.

Chopping a ghost candle into pieces with one knife is unheard of.

Not only Han Mo, Yang Jian also had a very ugly expression.

Even when he encountered an S-level starving ghost before, the opponent did not have this ability.

At that time, the wish ghost simply blew out the ghost candle by using this tricky method.

Later, it encountered a fourth-stage ghost baby. Although it was able to attack the ghost candle, after one bite, only a small piece of the ghost candle was lost, and the entire ghost candle was not eaten.

In other words, the tall male corpse in the foretelling is much more terrifying than the ghost baby in the fourth stage, even reaching the level of a starving ghost or even more terrifying?

　The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and I don’t know if there will be a seven-day holiday this time.

　　But anyway, the author would like to wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

　　In addition, since it is Mid-Autumn Festival, the author will naturally give out red envelopes, but I don’t know how to grab them, so you can find them yourself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)