Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 188 Castle, Manor, Scarecrow

"Are you the ghost masters of Asia?"

There was obvious uneasiness on the man's face, and he said: "There have never been any supernatural incidents in this town. If you come from afar to investigate, my suggestion is to go to the city and have a look. Usually outbreaks occur in places with many people." The probability of supernatural beings is the highest."

"It seems you don't know anything."

Lin Xian glanced at the man in disappointment. There was no way there would be no supernatural events happening in this place, otherwise the post office would not send a mission here.

Seeing that the inquiry was fruitless, he planned to go directly to the rice fields to have a look. When he was on the bus, the straw men in the fields were all very strange, maybe they were some supernatural derivatives.

But as soon as he moved his front feet, he heard the dull and suppressed screams outside. Those seemed to be residents of this small town.

"Stop drinking, stop drinking quickly, our employer is dead and the funeral procession is here!"

A man came in from outside the tavern. He walked to the center of the tavern and put his head in his hands, looking like he was about to collapse due to hysteria.

"What? The employer is dead? When did this happen? How come we didn't know about such a big thing?"

At the wine table, a man wearing a straw hat suddenly stood up. He quickly pulled the guy who had just come in and asked him why.

The other people in the tavern looked extremely surprised when they heard this.

"How is this possible? He was fine a few days ago, so why did something happen today?"

"It seems true. Listen to the commotion outside. I heard my dad say that only when the employer dies will there be such big commotion in the town."

"No, I have to go out and take a look at the situation. The employer has died and our farmland has to be redivided. I heard that the next employer has a particularly bad temper. Just thinking about it is a headache."

"Go, let's go together."

Soon, everyone in the tavern swarmed out of the place following the man who just came in.

Lin Xian looked at Jiang Rou. He found that this woman was talking to the boss here. When he came back, he learned about the situation of this place.

It turns out that the entire town of Fran is the private property of an old man named Frank. He bought everything here and then provided it for these people to live in.

But as a condition, everyone living in the town needs to take care of a piece of farmland for him. This is a necessary condition for survival here.

At first, this place was just a small village, but with the development and expansion, it slowly became the current town of Fran.

Now, basically all the people in this town are people who developed in that village. They can no longer adapt to life outside. Even farmland has become a fixed asset of every family.

Therefore, once the employer dies, it will become the most important thing in the local area. What they will face will be a reshuffle, which is something that many people do not want to see.

"This employer sounds like someone from a previous era. He managed a town, but it did not cause dissatisfaction with the local agencies. Instead, he allowed it to develop into today's era. This matter will not be simple. Let's take a look first. It happens to be the same as The place I want to go is the same, so maybe my employer is involved in this letter.”

Lin Xian also walked away. At this time, the street was unknowingly crowded with pedestrians. The drunkards who fell on the ground seemed to be awakened by the marchers, and then merged into the procession. Everywhere they looked, they were all coming to mourn. residents.

With just a quick glance, he saw a black coffin being carried by several coffin bearers in the procession, and above the coffin was a portrait of an old man.

"The supernatural has been isolated. This old man was probably a ghost controller during his lifetime, and he has lived to this day."

"Are they from abroad in the last century?"

Lin Xian frowned. This was no ordinary coffin. He tried to use the ghost realm to spy on everything in the coffin, but was blocked by an unknown force. The source of this thing was probably from the ghost street in Taiping Ancient Town. Coffin shop.

Thinking of the previous blacksmith shop, maybe the only way to enter the ghost street is not Taiping Ancient Town, but maybe other places in the world, an alley or a street.

Unknowingly, they had been following this group of pedestrians for a while, even leaving the streets of the town.

Looking at the endless rice fields in front of me is exactly the same as what I saw on the bus, but there is a big difference in the perception from different perspectives.

On the supernatural bus, the rice fields outside will be very depressing. Although it is endless, it has a sense of desolation. However, when I visit the scene in person now, it is a completely opposite feeling to that at that time.

Soon, the mourning procession stopped on the path, and in front of it was the rice field. In the middle of the rice field, a European-style castle was built, which was where the employer lived.

The overall appearance of the castle is relatively simple. It is built with bluestone bricks just like in China. It seems that this is conducive to long-term preservation.

When they got here, most of the people seeing them off stopped. Only the coffin bearers and the priest at the front walked over, but they also stopped at the entrance of the castle.

Finally, under the priest's recitation, the door of the castle was opened by a slightly old man in his fifties. Next to him, there was a person who looked like a butler.

Lin Xian, who saw this scene, quickly turned around and left the crowd. He went against the crowd and gradually disappeared into reality along with Jiang Rou's figure.

In this case, no one would pay attention to what an outsider would do. They didn't even pay attention to these two people. Instead, they were worried about whether the rice fields in their hands would be taken away by their employers.

"Dear Mr. Gore, we deeply regret the death of Frank's employer."

The priest took the lead in bowing to the middle-aged man in his 50s, and then asked the coffin bearers to place the coffin in front of him.

The gray-and-white photo with the deceased's photo was very clear. It was obvious that the old man in it was very similar to the man named Gore at the door.

However, it is worth noting that there is no so-called sadness on this man's face, but more like he is suppressing the joy in his heart.

"Interesting, he is indeed a ghost master."

Lin Xian looked at the middle-aged man named Gore. Under his feet, he could vaguely see some highly overlapping dark footprints. However, the size of these footprints were very large and completely inconsistent with the size of this man's footprints.

"Thank you. My father has worked hard for the town for too long. It's time for him to rest. Please let everyone in the town go back. I will arrange for my father to be buried tonight. No need for those conventional rules. I just want it to be over quickly. about this matter.”

Gore just glanced at the black coffin beside him. He didn't make any unnecessary movements. On the contrary, his tone sounded like he wanted to drive people away.

The priest nodded, and after completing the handover ceremony, they turned back toward the town.

After waiting for several people to turn around and leave, Gore added: "By the way, this town may need to change its name. The name "Employer" is too tacky. I think the name "Manor Owner" would be more appropriate." The priest heard the words and stepped forward. There was a sudden pause, but he quickly returned to normal. He said: "Following your wishes, I will tell the town of Fran, no, the residents of Fran Manor."

Gore stopped replying. He and the housekeeper still stayed at the door, seemingly watching the people on the opposite side.

Probably after all the people who came to mourn had left, Gore asked the butler to return to the castle, and he himself lifted the dull coffin and walked towards a field.

There are many scarecrows of different shapes around the fields. These scarecrows are all dressed in living clothes and have numbers marked on their chests.

No. 13, No. 20, No. 144, No. [-].
These numbers seem to be irregular and appear messy and weird around the castle.

Soon, Gore came to a place marked as Scarecrow No. [-]. He put down the coffin in his hand and waited for the butler to bring the shovel.

The time was around [-] o'clock at noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the planters in the field were very lush, almost as tall as an adult.

"Don't worry, old man, after you die, I will take over this rice field for you. I have to say that if you had given this position to me earlier, I would not be where I am now, even in Europe. Over at the Ghost Headquarters, I can still get an unofficial status as 'King'."

Gore put the coffin into the dug pit. After taking care of everything, he returned to the castle as if nothing had happened.

"Is this really his biological son? Why do I think there is any deep hatred between the two parties? I really don't know what Mr. Frank will think after he sees this scene."

In the ghost realm, Jiang Rou's voice gradually came. She was very adaptable and did not feel any discomfort in the ghost realm.

"You can never guess how dark a ghost controller's heart can be. Power, interests, reputation, and even women may all become the triggers of desire. This person is just pursuing power and fame."

Lin Xian looked at the pit under Scarecrow No. [-] with a hint of ridicule. This is the mission of the post office.

"The owner of the manor, Scarecrow, seems to be involved in an interesting character plot."

"The mission of the post office is to let us release Frank's body after he died in the coffin. Will the recipient of the letter be this dead man?"

Lin Xian didn't know, but his intuition told him that it would most likely be like this.

His figure gradually emerged from reality, and silently, he had arrived in this old castle.

The internal structure of the entire castle is not complicated. There are only three floors in total. The first floor is the hall, the second floor is the lounge, but the corridor on the third floor is sealed, as if there are unknown taboos on it.

But at this moment, on the other side.

In the rice fields near the castle, a middle-aged man sneaked in. In order not to attract attention, he deliberately avoided open areas and moved forward with a clear purpose.

If Lin Xian were here at this time, he would be able to tell that this person is obviously the ghost controller in the tavern.

at last.

He stopped at scarecrow number four.

"I hope the information about the concert is accurate. As long as I take away this coffin, I can get the quota to control the second ghost!"

The ghost controller was obviously a little excited. He carefully dug out the filled soil, and after a few minutes, he dug out the coffin that had just been buried.

The coffin was stained with dirt and looked a little dirty, but that was not a problem.

I saw him taking out an oil painting stained with blood, and then pasted it on the coffin.

Immediately afterwards, a strange scene appeared. The coffin began to disappear. At the same time, in the oil painting, an image of a black coffin appeared in the originally vacant position.

"Success!"

Looking at the coffin that had long since disappeared in the pit, the ghost master's hands were shaking with excitement.

But soon, he saw something else in the slope.

It was a posthumous photo sealed in a frame. The black and white old man kept smiling, but his eyes seemed to be looking at you all the time.

"It's really an evil thing, but since it comes with the coffin, it should be useful to them. Forget it, let's take it back together."

After saying that, he picked up the mud-stained photo and wiped it gently with his hands.

But the strange thing is that the old man in the photo actually closed his mouth at this moment. The original smile had long since disappeared and turned into a serious look.

Obviously.

The ghost rider didn't pay attention, but hurriedly put away the oil painting and the photo, and then re-entered the rice field.

But at this moment, the oil painting in his hand, with the coffin pattern imprinted on it, was opened, and a skinny palm stretched out from inside.

This is not a human hand at all, but made of straw.

Inside the coffin, a large amount of thick black smoke seeped out from inside, quickly blackening the entire portrait, and even directly invading reality.

However, the ghost controller holding the oil painting didn't know it, or it could be said that he had fallen into this rich darkness and didn't even realize that something was wrong with him.

But in the castle at this time, Gore, who had just returned, suddenly stopped, then turned around and left the castle again.

"Damn it, I also buried the old guy's photo. I have to go back again. This thing is a necessary condition for opening the coffin, and it is also part of my plan to become an alien."

Gore cursed in his mind. He was walking very fast, but he had just walked halfway when he saw a burst of black smoke coming from the place where Scarecrow No. [-] was, and soon covered the entire rice field.

"Fake, this is terrible, the ghost in the coffin has been released."

Gore's face turned pale, and he never thought that within 5 minutes of leaving, the coffin would be opened, and the ghost inside would even be released.

(End of this chapter)