Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 69 The Awakening of the Cheongsam Woman
This is an opportunity.
Immediately, the headless ghost grabbing the newspaper began to exert force, trying to tear the paper off Lin Xian's face.
However, the newspaper formed by ghosts is much harder than ordinary newspapers. Fortunately, the headless ghost still played a role. Although the newspaper was not torn off, it relieved some of the pressure for Lin Xian.
"It hurts, it hurts too much."
Lin Xian felt that the left side of his face was about to melt, the burning was unbearable, as if a person was being roasted with a high-temperature musket.
The impression in his mind became more and more blurred with the suffocation. He knew that if he was pulled into the secret room again this time, it might not be so easy to figure it out again.
Between reality and consciousness, Lin Xian is extremely unstable at this moment, and the ghost domain sometimes erupts and sometimes disappears, like a magnetic field receiving an unknown signal.
It seemed that for an instant, he saw the cheongsam woman in the secret room move. The restrictions of the ghost flowers seemed to have reached their limit, and what was falling in the secret room was no longer just petals, but also some red paper.
While stealing the memory, the ghost seems to use the newspaper to intrude into the secret room.
The red papers were raging in the secret room, and some of them even directly covered the face of the woman in the cheongsam.
"Too bad, this ghost can actually use newspapers to carry out spiritual invasions."
Lin Xian felt something was wrong, and the pain brought him back to reality.
The headless ghost and the ghost's hand tore at the newspaper at the same time, but the newspaper in the ghost's hand did not show any signs of breaking. This was not at the same level as the red paper covering his face experienced by Yang Jian at that time.
The weird red paper is still stealing Lin Xian's memory. In this case, I don't know if this ghost will steal the part of Lin Xian's memory about becoming a time traveler.
"Damn it, this newspaper is like lead. It can't be used up like this. Try to shoot this ghost. If it doesn't work, I have to leave first."
Yang Jian's face was sullen. He felt the terrifying threat brought by this ghost. If he couldn't help him, he would choose to stop and leave.
This can't be blamed on Yang Jian. If it were Lin Xian, he would do the same thing, because even if he wastes time, he can't solve the problem and will only make it more serious.
The headless ghost let go of the newspaper, and turned towards the source ghost, but when the headless ghost covered the ghost, it seemed a little weak.
On the other side, Lin Xian also let go of the ghostly hand, and the red line quickly extended from behind him, quickly pulling out a two-meter-wide gap, and his current spirituality was about to be completely out of balance.
Once the spirituality is out of balance, he can't bear the consequences at present. He lost this game, so he decisively chose to retreat.
But as soon as this gap was born, the red paper from the sky covered it, quickly filling the gap.
Lin Xian's ghost hand fell down feebly at this moment. At the last second of his consciousness, he saw the woman completely break free from the ghost flower, and then walked towards him.
"Did that piece of red paper pull my consciousness back? Hehe. What a good young man. It seems that the backhand I left behind played a role. I don't know if those seven old ghosts are dead or not, but it's just a pity. Well, there's not much time to come out."
In the secret room, the woman in the cheongsam broke free from the shackles of the ghost flower. She tore off the red paper covering her face. Her expression no longer became stiff, and she walked towards Lin Xian with graceful steps. .
The screen flashed, and Yang Jian in reality took back the headless ghost decisively, because the first time he came into contact with him, he was at a disadvantage. It was not only the newspaper in this ghost's hand that was suppressed by existence, but also the ghost itself. Terrifyingly powerful spirit.
In the end, he pulled Zhao Lei and decisively chose to leave here.
However, as soon as they left, Lin Xian, who was eroded by the newspaper, opened his eyes. These eyes were deep, revealing an inexplicable danger, but more of them were the charm of women, not only the eyes, but even the face. His facial features also seem to be changing, his mouth is small and exquisite, and his skin has become much smoother and more delicate.
At this moment, Lin Xian seemed to be replaced by the woman in the secret room.
If it wasn't for this face being covered by the newspaper at this moment, it would be hard to imagine how a man's face would turn into a voluptuous woman's face.
"It seems that this young man has only found part of my spirit, but it is enough to deal with this ghost in front of me."
Lin Xian raised his ghost hand and spoke, but it was a woman's voice.
The ghost holding the newspaper seemed to feel threatened. It decisively took back the newspaper and then disappeared among the red paper in the sky.
"You ran so fast, you wanted to get that red paper back."
After finishing speaking, Lin Xian showed a regretful expression: "The red paper may really allow me to go out for a while longer."
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, he held his head and seemed to be sorting out the timeline in his mind.
"Yang Jian, the headquarters of the ghost master, the ghost post office, it seems that this young man knows quite a lot."
"However, how did this young man get into Luo Wensong's post office? It's really troublesome. Let's get back my remaining ghosts first."
Suddenly, Lin Xian stood up again. He looked at the red ghost hand on his right hand, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Gently flicking his fingertips in the air, he easily tore open a door constructed by spirits. Before leaving, he looked in a direction outside the window.
That was the location of the community park. At this time, a black figure sat on the park bench, holding an old wrinkled red newspaper in its hand.
1 minute later.
In a suburban forest in Da'en City, Lin Xian used ghost hands to come to this place.
This is a primitive deep forest without any industrial traces. The vegetation inside is very strong, and the giant trees in the sky can hardly see the sunlight.
He didn't speak, but quietly watched the scene in front of him. After many years, there was still no change here.
The red light flashed, and the ghost realm of the ghost flower spread from Lin Xian's body. The ghost flower on his left face appeared, which somewhat matched the charming Lin Xian at the moment, but the appearance of a man with a female body seemed a bit weird.
The ghost domain is still extending, five meters, ten meters, 50 meters, 100 meters, 500 meters, one kilometer, it seems that it will spread, but the ghost flower on the left face has gradually become real.
"Is the current limit only one kilometer?" Lin Xian looked a little disappointed.
This is not her original body, it's just that her consciousness has lodged in Lin Xian's body, but even so, I don't have to worry about the two ghosts in Lin Xian's body falling into ghost recovery, because the self in that secret room has already woken up and can do things. To suppress these two ghosts for a long time, so that they cannot recover.
"Try supernatural superposition first."
Suddenly, he used the supernatural power of his ghost hand.
At the gate woven with blood threads, the ghost domain of ghost flowers spread in, but the end of the gate of the ghostly ghost did not appear in reality, but entered the ghost domain of ghost flowers.
Based on this, Lin Xian began to gradually add up.
This seems to be equivalent to the ghost flower entering the ghost space of the ghost hand, and then the ghost flower in the ghost hand opens the ghost domain again, and the ghost hand repeats the operation, thus forming a ghost domain infinitely overlapping by the ghost space.
(End of this chapter)