Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 8 Broken Pocket Watch

Ghost please spirit!
From Lin Fan's point of view of knowing the original work, it is no less terrifying than ghosts, even among all the S-level supernatural events, it is still an outstanding existence.

The red cheongsam can't resist it.

Lin Fan knew it in his heart.

He looked at the pocket watch in his hand that was constantly being damaged by the ghost's attack, and quickly thought about how to break the situation.

Now it's just the stage of inviting the guests to sit. When all the "people" are present, I'm afraid it will be the most terrifying supernatural method for ghost photos.

"What should I do……"

Lin Fan had to admit that judging by the current situation, he was destined to die, because with this level of supernatural beings, it was no longer as simple as finding the way of life by finding the law of killing. A complete supernatural being with a complete puzzle was enough to create one or even many The fall of the city.

Finding a solution is a real challenge for someone who isn't even a ghost master.

Under the desperation.

Lin Fan suddenly caught a glimpse of the Ghost Watcher who was still stuck in the same place and was in a state of panic. It seems that the ghost invites the spirit to invite the ghosts on the scene, so he can let the red cheongsam swallow the Ghost Watcher, maybe there is still a glimmer of life in doing so .

As for why not consider yourself accommodated.

That's because the confrontation between spirits is not as simple as "1+1" equals "2".

What's more, the ghost photo is not necessarily "2".

"There is no time to hesitate!"

Lin Fan gritted his teeth and grabbed the pocket watch violently.

The third lotus flower with human face was crumbling, and the figure of the red cheongsam also began to appear unreal at this moment. Seizing this moment, the bright red cheongsam covered the ghost watcher's body like clothes blown away by a strange wind.

"..."

The ghosts began to invade.

Ghost saw that the white clothes on the man's body were instantly dyed red, turning into a blood-red cheongsam. The whole body was like a stone dropped into strong acid and was quickly melted away. A torn face appeared on the cheongsam, revealing cold eyes.

It worked!
Lin Fan wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.

But at the same time.

The pocket watch in his hand suddenly became icy cold.

He looked down and saw that the pointer, which had already stopped turning, was now going backwards crazily, one circle after another, so fast that even the naked eye could not keep up.

"Time... is going backwards?"

Lin Fan looked at the pocket watch in surprise. This was a change that had never happened before. Could it be the red cheongsam's ability to recover after devouring a ghost?
thump.

A bell rang in the dark.

The pocket watch gradually got out of control, and flew in the air with an indescribable force. The photo of the woman in the Republic of China melted into a puddle of blood, seeping into every number in the pocket watch, and the irresistible breath froze everything around it.

Lin Fan looked at the pocket watch with a broken mirror, but another strange picture appeared in his mind:

A man in a gray robe.

Standing in a dead temple, pushing a huge bell striker, constantly attacking a bronze bell that seems to be engraved with some pattern.

His face can't be seen clearly, but under the clean uppers, there are vain and distorted faces. They stare at the deepest part of the temple with numb eyes. To the stone Buddha statue of the arm.

The head of the stone Buddha statue is covered by a red cloth, protruding from an uneven spot, and words seem to be written on it.

"The five turbid worlds..."

Lin Fan wanted to see more clearly.

But that man seemed to sense the sight that had traveled through time and space, and slowly turned his head, revealing a golden eye on his forehead, which immediately shattered the field of vision and could no longer be seen.

"He saw me!"

Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Although he doesn't know who the man in the monk's robe is, Zhang Xianguang in the original book has also used this ability to perceive cause and effect from images, so there may be some connection between the two.

The picture of unknown time and space disappeared, and the pocket watch did not stop functioning, but went backwards crazily like a leaking water meter.

drop.

Finally stay at 12:30.

The pocket watch hanging in the air suddenly trembled.

It seems that an invisible tunnel is propped up by an open palm, showing a terrible suction, sucking everything around.

"Little Red, save me!"

Lin Fan, who was the closest, couldn't resist the suction at all, and suddenly floated in the air. Hearing his cry for help, the red cheongsam just stayed in place quietly, without any expression.

Finished!

Lin Fan felt that his body was about to be torn apart, and the part that entered the tunnel disappeared like a stick figure that was erased casually.

The second after he disappeared, the red cheongsam entered the range of the pocket watch and was erased by this strange force.

Followed by.

This suction finds a second object.

The second-closest ghost photo became the first choice. The arm protruding from the back of the photo wanted to grab the altar to fight, but the body moved a little bit towards the center of the suction, and finally disappeared into the tunnel.

Accompanied by the disappearance of the spiritual source.

Halfway through the ghost invitation is like a party that suddenly ends. Although the invited ghosts want to stay and make trouble, the door to the world of the dead is opened again, and those who come from can only go back where they came from. .

"All...disappeared?"

Meijia, who was standing at the door, witnessed the whole process, her eyes widened, as if watching a horror movie without any logic at all.

Lin Fan also died...

Everyone died too...

Now I'm really the only one left...

She covered her mouth, suppressed the tears in her eyes, and looked outside the door at the scene that had returned to normal.

Then the sun came in.

Its daybreak.

……

"What's the current situation in Dachang City?"

In the wiring room of the headquarters, Zhao Jianguo asked about the current situation again, with a deep well drawn between his brows, looking extremely anxious.

"Reporting to the captain, Zhou Zheng has lost contact. The last call was an hour ago. He was spreading some common sense about sudden supernatural events, but five minutes later, a new supernatural event appeared."

"The psychic means displayed is the sound of knocking on the door, and the file code name is ghost knocking on the door. After the remote image display, it is preliminarily judged to be a ghost."

Liu Xiaoyu, the receptionist in charge of connecting with Zhou Zheng, looked at the record he had written and reported it in full.

Based on her understanding of Zhou Zheng, whenever she had the opportunity, she would choose to stay on the phone to collect information on new supernatural events, but this time she didn't, and she must have encountered a very difficult problem.

demon……

Zhao Jianguo's face is ugly. This can be regarded as one of the most difficult abilities to deal with in supernatural events. At present, people who can handle this kind of ability in China are either sticking to important cities, or are in the midst of difficult supernatural events. People went to Dachang City for rescue.

"Help me contact Tong Qian who is the closest to Dachang City, and ask her to go to the place where the ghost knocked on the door immediately to prevent the ghost from spreading further!"

Zhao Jianguo immediately issued an order.

The top priority is to control the ghost knocking on the door and expand the scope of its influence. Although he really hopes that Zhou Zheng can survive, but given the current situation, the hope is very slim. As for the ordinary people who are affected... there is really nothing they can do.

"Report to the captain, there is no answer to Tongqian's satellite phone for the time being, and she seems to be dealing with a sudden supernatural event in ZS city."

The receptionist in charge of Tong Qian bit the bullet and said.

How can it be so coincidental?

Zhao Jianguo's frown deepened. The frequency of supernatural events has been increasing recently. There are even many high-level supernatural beings that are difficult to contain, and there are fewer and fewer useful talents.

I really miss the past.

He said helplessly: "Forget it, help me contact the supernatural forum or the circle of friends, as long as the ghost knocking on the door in Dachang City can be solved, the conditions can be negotiated."

"Yes, Captain."

Looking at the area that seems to be shrouded in black mist on the satellite map, Zhao Jianguo is ready to be opened up by these folk supernatural organization lions. In special times, special responses, no matter what the price is, a city with a total cost of tens of millions Cities with population must not fall.

While the person in charge of the liaison department was waiting for news, a man in a white coat with a calm expression walked in.

He picked up the information on the ghost knocking on the door that was temporarily printed out on the table, glanced at it roughly, and said:

"Zhao Jianguo, it's useless for ordinary ghost masters to deal with supernatural events of this level. You can use the latest invention of the laboratory in exchange for Ye Zhen or Fang Shiming's action."

(End of this chapter)