Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 97
The second floor of the tattoo parlor.

A bright moonlight shines through the window.

A tall and slender figure stood at the window, with snow-white hands hanging slightly down the delicate cheongsam.

In the moonlight, there is a face that cannot pick out any dead spots, as if it has a magical beauty, but it is a pity that a touch of sluggishness breaks this beauty, making the whole person look dull and not very smart look.

She stared blankly at the front, where there was a pair of blood-colored high-heeled shoes hiding in the corner.

"I found it, it is indeed nearby."

Looking at the familiar figure, Lin Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief that the thing he had been worried about did not happen.

It seems that the red cheongsam is not only safe, but also has the upper hand in the supernatural confrontation with the blood-colored high-heeled shoes. Even without his assistance, he can obtain this important ghost puzzle alone.

"There's no time, quick fix!"

Lin Fan could feel something approaching constantly in the deep and dark corridor behind him.

He didn't intend to let this one-on-one game continue, and stepped forward quickly, wanting a righteous gang fight.

Facing Lin Fan's approach, the blood-colored high-heeled shoes with dark surfaces and obvious burnt marks were also doing the final fight, triggering the law of killing. Blood gushed out from the shoes, spreading a bloodshot in front of him. big net.

"suppress!"

The ghost tongue in the mouth spat out the words of hatred.

The invisible power of the ghost species was like an unstoppable sledgehammer, slamming into the intertwined blood web.

"Bang" sound.

The net of blood that could kill a ghost master instantly disappeared, and the blood-colored high-heeled shoes, which were already in an abnormal state, were also lost in the ghost sounds, and all the ghosts on their bodies were suppressed.

Looking at the high-heeled shoes that seemed to have turned back into ordinary things, Lin Fan bent down and picked them up.

Return to the original position.

The red cheongsam looked at him instinctively, and her clear eyes kept wandering on the high heels and the young man's face. On the one hand, it was the desire for puzzles, and on the other hand, it was the instruction from the protection of the crafty pocket watch.

"What to look at, stupid."

Looking angrily at the face that was exactly the same as Su Ruizhen's, Lin Fan's eyes showed a trace of disdain, and he put the blood-colored high-heeled shoes at the other's feet.

This time Xiaohong was very smart, she lowered her head to look at the exquisite high-heeled shoes, then raised her slender soles to put them on.

And the moment I put it on.

The originally dull blood-colored high-heeled shoes suddenly trembled, but under the suppression of the ghost species, it could not resist the engulfment from the same kind of ghost puzzle, and fell into calm again within a second.

"Da da da……"

Xiaohong stepped on her high-heeled shoes, leaving dark red shoe prints on the spot, having a great time playing.

"It seems that you have become a little smarter than before?" Lin Fan murmured in his heart, wondering if it was an illusion.

at the same time.

With the bloody high heels being controlled.

As if he had predicted it in advance, Lin Fan took out the pocket watch in his pocket, and it was as cold as holding a piece of ice.

"Boom."

A phantom bell rings in my head.

The pointer that was originally stuck at "12:30" showed signs of turning again, and it went backwards round and round. Soon, the speed of the rotation could no longer be followed by the naked eye, and a wonderful force was generated around it.

The time of the last trip was 12:30, I don't know what time it will be this time, the time on the pocket watch must be meaningful... Lin Fan watched the changes in front of him nervously, and at the same time he did not forget to pay attention to the movement around him.

The pointer spins wildly.

And on the smooth surface of the pocket watch, streams of viscous liquid seeped out from the inner layer printed with numbers.

These liquids seem to have vitality, trying to escape this area with weird patterns, but when the pointer rotates, they have to return to the original position and return to the number.

Followed by.

The pointer stopped.

The last pointed time is "10:00".

At the same time, another picture that had nothing to do with the things in front of him appeared in Lin Fan's mind:
A city shrouded in a bloody sky.

On the deserted street, a figure in a clown suit took funny steps, holding a round thing in his hand, as if he had noticed something, and suddenly stopped at the door of a shop.

And the door of the store opened at the same time.

A pale arm wrapped in thorns stretched out from inside, trying to pull the clown into the depths of the store.

Facing the arm attack, the clown still had a crazy smile on his face, and he held up the object in his hand, which was a rotten head.

After being lifted, the rotten head opened its eyes with a "swish", staring fiercely at the existence in the shop. Being caught by this gaze, the arm seemed to be on fire, and it was withdrawn violently, and the door was quickly closed.

"Hee hee~"

The smile on the clown's face grew wider.

He pushed open the door and got into the shop. When he came out again, the red and white clothes were already covered with blood.

But the clown hadn't gone far, when the tall buildings behind him suddenly came to life, opened their big black mouths, and swallowed him in one gulp.

The street was quiet again.

And behind the city, a huge red moon rose at some point, emitting a strange light.

A gust of unknown wind lingered among the tall buildings, rolling up the scattered papers, which were leaflets.

A bloody slogan was written on the leaflet:
"Welcome to District Eight!"

The screen ends here.

But Lin Fan, who had witnessed the whole process, had a distorted expression at this time, with an uncontrollable horror on his face.

It was an unknown spiritual land...

wrong!

It should be said to be a supernatural city!
Whether it's a strange hand in a shop, a clown wandering in the street, or a ghost disguised as a high-rise building, they are all supernatural beings with a high degree of terror. Every one that appears in the real world will cause an A-level supernatural event!
more importantly.

You can't imagine how many similar ghosts lurk in this city shrouded in red moon.

And no one knows whether there will be S-level ghosts in it, and how many S-level ghosts. In this environment where ghosts devour each other, some supernatural beings with special growth can easily develop, and there will be one above S-level ghosts. It's not surprising.

"A ghost in a city..."

"Once this city called the eighth district invades the real world, it will definitely be a devastating disaster!"

Lin Fan's scalp tingles just thinking about it.

Fortunately, based on the information he currently knows, the eighth district should not have appeared recently.

According to the particularity of the underworld interlayer described by Li Qing, the more ghostly buildings or places with ghostly ghosts, the less likely it is to invade the real world.

From this point of view.

The eighth district is burdened with too many ghosts, which are too terrifying, and they usually exist in the interlayer of the underworld.

"Anyway, this spiritual city is far away from me now, so I don't have to worry about its threat for the time being."

Lin Fan is not a person who likes to put pressure on himself. The Eighth District is obviously not a problem that needs to be considered at present, nor is it a problem that he alone needs to consider. If the Eighth District really invades reality, it will be a crisis for the whole world.

(End of this chapter)