Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 87 Purposeful

"Xiao An..."

The figure as thick as an arm spoke slowly, and his distorted voice was extremely hoarse, which also confirmed that he was indeed Xie Zimin, Wang An's classmate.

It's Xie Zimin...

Really Xie Zimin!

Wang An's mind was in chaos. The horrible scene in front of him was disgusting and physically uncomfortable. It was more distorted than the strange giant view, empty fingers, etc., and had a strong visual impact. .

But Lin Fan didn't care too much.

Although the corpse in front of him was terrifying, it was just a special ghost slave, not even a ghost.

"Hey, what is that?"

At this time, a bright light hidden on Xie Zimin's body caught his attention. He took a closer look and found that it was an old PHS.

At the same time, the satellite positioning phone in his pocket rang, and it was a call from the headquarters.

This mobile phone ghost is a bit upright, call me at this time, then I will do what you wish... Lin Fan raised a sinister smile, took out the satellite positioning phone, pressed the answer button, and a gentle voice rang out on the phone.

"Hello, I'm Lin Fan."

"Lin Fan, a large supernatural event has occurred in Dajiang City! Where are you now? Tell me!"

Cheng Tong's voice was very anxious.

"What a coincidence, I'm on vacation at the Caesars Hotel, and I don't have time to deal with supernatural events right now."

"You are lying, you are obviously..."

"Little Heizi, are you showing off your feet?" Lin Fan raised his eyebrows while holding the phone, "I'm clearly at the ghost post office, but you said I'm on the ghost bus."

"..."

"How about it, do you want to continue pretending?"

"Cheng Tong" on the phone fell into an eerie silence.

Suddenly, like a TV with a bad signal, the voice on the phone changed from a shrill female voice to a low-pitched male voice, and finally there was a sharp cry of indistinguishable gender: "You are dead, you are dead, you are dead!" deal!"

"Not to mention this, but go back?"

Lin Fan picked out his sore ears, hung up the phone with a "snap", and his eyes fell on the ghost slave in front of him.

On Xie Zimin's distorted body, a kid with a big head on his head was stretching out his stubby little hands, grabbing the flashing PHS, as if he had got some novelty toy, and pressing it indiscriminately.

"Don't blame me for delivering it to your door."

Lin Fan stretched out his hand, and the extremely obedient ghost immediately came back to his side, holding up the spoils of war in a fawning manner.

Sure enough, this PHS is a special psychic prop, and the ghost stored in it needs to use the mobile phone as a medium to trigger its own law of killing.

Although it is basically useless in supernatural confrontation, it is very functional and can modify all programs in the phone.

Of course, this is caused by supernatural power.

"It's not in vain just to get such a supernatural item." Lin Fan sighed all of them.

He crushed the PHS forcefully with a "click", but drops of black blood flowed from the mechanized wreckage, dripping on the more modern satellite positioning phone, wet the screen, and blended in.

Such a brand-new supernatural prop has been made. With the help of the mobile phone ghost, Lin Fan's plan to create a member forum for ghost masters can also be put on the agenda, and it will enter the modern supernatural circle a wave earlier. .

"Xiao An, I'm in so much pain..."

After losing the control of the mobile phone ghost, the last meaning of Xie Zimin as his ghost slave no longer exists. As he walked towards Wang An, he dissolved like a puddle of water, and his bones pierced through the thin skin, emitting a stench.

Wang An silently looked at the corpse in front of him.

What is happening now has already been expected in his heart. He did this just because he wanted to live.

"Lin Fan, can I get out alive?"

Wang An lowered his head and asked.

"If there are no accidents, it should be fine." So far, Lin Fan has not encountered a situation where someone must be sent to death, and the secrets of the tattoo parlor are being solved step by step, so there is no harm in having multiple people alive.

"Then I will leave my life to you, and I will be obedient." Wang An said with a grim expression.

He could see that a person like Lin Fan must have a deeper purpose in coming to the tattoo parlor, different from a poor guy like himself who was struggling with sending letters one after another, he had the ability to change the rules of the game.

It's nothing to live this time.

Wang An wanted much more than that.

Even if you survived the mission of delivering the letter by relying on the protection of others, what will you do next time, what will you do if you encounter a red letter?
So he hopes to get the power to protect himself, and Lin Fan is an opportunity that symbolizes power.

This is the epitome of an ordinary person struggling in pain in such a weird and dark world. Compared with those ghost masters who control the supernatural, the messenger is too insignificant, so every opportunity needs to be firmly grasped.

"I like the way you look."

Looking at Wang An who seemed to be fighting to the death, Lin Fan didn't know what the other party was thinking. He had plenty of ghosts, and there were also a lot of supernatural props here. It would not be difficult to create a ghost master.

"I can give you the power to survive in the ghost post office, but the premise is that you must show your worth. I need the information of all the couriers in the ghost post office so far. The more complete the better. Including the courier on the fifth floor."

"I'll try to collect them."

Wang An didn't complain.

It is true that if a low-level courier rashly collects information from high-rise couriers, he will be killed if he is not careful.

But he believed that Lin Fan would not let himself die.

"Let's go, the administrator is coming."

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Lin Fan looked around, remembering all the supernatural buildings in the "Sky Tower" area in his heart, maybe going back to the past that day, this information could be used.

Speaking of which, the security system of the tattoo parlor is indeed a bit poor, but if someone can drag the manager's footsteps, wouldn't the rest of them be free to act here, or is it related to the wound on the manager's body?

Lin Fan recalled that the wound on Zheng Xuewen's waist seemed to be cut open by some sharp weapon, and there was a terrible supernatural power left on it, which could not be healed at all. Presumably it was caused by an unknown supernatural weapon.

Listening to the direction of their footsteps, the two rushed towards the exit of the corridor, and through the passage between the areas, they came to the deeper tattoo parlor.

This is different from the previous "Paradise Building".

All around are ordinary humanoid puppets. There are countless transparent silk threads hanging from the ceiling, which fix these puppets in mid-air, presenting gestures of surprise, fear, or confusion.

At first glance.

It's like being in a puppet show.

But what makes people feel creepy is that as someone stepped into this area, the eyes of the puppets hanging on the wall began to follow them. The dark pupils with human emotions stared maliciously at everyone who walked in. Theater stuff.

Take a look at the label above -

"Unmanned Troupe".

Looking at these ordinary puppets that revealed strangeness, Lin Fan felt a sense of crisis inexplicably. The ghost species in his body hugged his body, as if something was pulling him, trying to pull it out.

"Lin Fan, there is a thread on your head!" Wang An noticed the strangeness, and quickly reminded him.

There is a thread...

Lin Fan frowned and raised his head, and sure enough, he saw a transparent thread passing through the ceiling and connected to the top of his head, and this thread was exactly the same as the tops of the puppets around him, and it was also the source of the ghost species' uneasiness.

(End of this chapter)