The Mysterious Recovery: A Doctor's Tour

Chapter 201 An Old Corpse = True and False Commander

suddenly.

Yang Jian seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Li Yang at the side.

"Where is that doll?" Yang Jian asked.

Li Yang came to his senses at this moment, he took out a plastic bag from his pocket and threw it at Yang Jian.

At the same time, Yang Jian's body began to fade again, and the obliteration of the old man continued, and he couldn't get rid of it. The only way to stop it was to restart or get rid of the old man from the root cause.

At this moment, Yang Jian reached out to pick up the white bag, and poured out the doll that was dismembered into six parts.

This is a very terrifying ghost, it is also immortal, even if it is dismembered, it still wants to kill the target.

Yang Jian's movements were quick, and in a short while, a broken doll full of wounds took shape in his hands.

The eyes of the puppet are upside down, and those who are stared at by it will be attacked forever, unable to stop until they die.

This kind of killing pattern is very similar to the old man in front of him, but think about it, after all, this doll comes from Room 301, and it is the old man's item in front of him.

He turned the weird broken puppet upside down in his hand, making it stare at the black and white old man in front of him.

He wanted the old man in front of him to trigger the killing pattern of the broken puppet.

Soon, the goal was achieved.

The broken doll in his hand suddenly twisted and struggled violently, and at the same time let out a scream.

Although it was not as expected, Yang Jian found that his body no longer disappeared, which is good news.

At the same time, the broken doll is fading a little bit, but this fading is not complete, some places look old, and some places don't.

The old man's supernatural attack seemed to be transferred to the doll.

At this moment, the old man in front of him also disappeared, as if he had been disturbed by some kind of interference and could no longer invade reality.

As the old man in front of him gradually disappeared, the broken puppet in Yang Jian's hands screamed and struggled more and more violently.

Even though the ghost's hand was pinching it, the doll was still writhing, as if it was fighting against some terrible ghost, or it seemed to be irritated and recovering.

In the end, the old man in front of him disappeared.

Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief.

Although the broken doll's body didn't move, its eyes were moving around, as if it was looking for something.

At this time, Yang Jian also understood some rules of the puppet in his hand.

First of all, it cannot be seen by it, because it will move after seeing it, and then produce supernatural phenomena and hide.

The most important thing is not to look into the eyes of the doll, otherwise you will be stared at by the doll and suffer a terrible attack.

The greatest use of this psychic item is that the ghosts targeted by dolls will shift their attack targets. The key point is that this is not a one-off, and there is a lot of room for manipulation.

This is completely an enhanced version of the surrogate doll, and Yang Jian even suspects that the made surrogate dolls are derivatives of the dolls in his hands.

"I'm too lazy to tell you, I'm in Qingshan Mental Hospital, what? Do you want to use your sword in Jinshan Mental Hospital to kill me, a patient in Qingshan Mental Hospital?"

"I knew you could do it. It's almost time. I should be back soon. I can prove it to you then."

"Do you think Li Taiping is a simple person? I am coveted by him, which proves my own worth."

"I'm not afraid, because I'll kill you. If I'm locked up in Jinshan Mental Hospital, maybe you'll see Li Taiping's body every now and then."

"I'm also a public figure. If you die in Qingshan Mental Hospital for no reason, don't even want your hat."

Gao Tiancheng shook his head and found that he was back in Mingyue Community.

"How's the situation?" Gao Tiancheng looked at Liu Qingqing and asked,
"It should be regarded as the dust has settled." Liu Qingqing replied.

"The problem has almost been solved, and I will leave it to you, Li Leping." Yang Jian said.

He was actually very upset. After all, the trip to Dachuan City basically revolved around how to wipe Li Leping's ass.

Although he has harvested many things, and even mastered the ability to restart, the danger involved is terrifying.

Especially the old man, Yang Jian really thought he was going to die at that time.

"What about the letter?" At this moment, Liu Qingqing interjected.

Yang Xiaohua at the side also reacted at this moment, "Yes, there is also a letter from the post office."

Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing, the red cheongsam blocked the prying eyes of the ghosts, making it impossible for him to fully see what kind of state Liu Qingqing was in.

"I'll go get that letter back. The old man's body is wandering outside, so the room shouldn't be particularly dangerous."

Yang Jian paused, and asked, "However, there is something missing in Room 301, a puppet without a face, have you seen it?"

"Fat Cai, don't keep staring at Beifeng. She is mine. I will become Dice in the future. If you see me, you have to call Dice Boss. As for the whiteboard, Beifeng will become the new whiteboard in the future." Gao Tiancheng Said.

Yang Jian frowned and looked at Gao Tiancheng, "Isn't there only the swastika bag?"

"You are not good at kung fu. I have already felt that old corpse. It should be called Si Ming. It will be a matter of time to kill the dice." Gao Tiancheng laughed.

Liu Qingqing showed her white arms at this time, Yang Jian took a look and suddenly realized, he glanced at Gao Tiancheng, and then said no more.

Yang Jian didn't say any more, he looked down at the coffin nails nailed to the ground, which was suppressing the ghost in his body.

As soon as the coffin nails are removed, Ghost will continue to try to control his body, and he will fall into that state again.

So it was inconvenient for him to move, but the impact was not too great. The letter was kept by him, and it was sent to the wrong place at the moment, so naturally he was the one to retrieve it.

The curse of the music box was still in his mind, Yang Jian turned to look at the building, which was the ninth building.

The entire community was covered by his ghost domain, only the ninth building was not affected.

The next moment, Yang Jian's ghost eyes superimposed and opened the six-layer ghost realm.

Red light covered the entire building and everything was suspended.

However, the building has not changed much. What has really changed is that everything in the building has been stopped.

He didn't think about contacting that corpse, nor did he think about provoking that old man again.

Yang Jian disappeared in the same place, and soon he came back again, with a yellow letter in his hand.

"The letter has been retrieved." Yang Jian said calmly.

"Wait, give me the letter first, I'll see if I can repair one and replace this letter." Gao Tiancheng said.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian directly threw the letter to Gao Tiancheng.

Gao Tiancheng picked up the yellow letter and Mosuo observed it carefully.

The next moment a yellow letter appeared on his right hand.

However, compared with the letter on the left hand, the difference can be seen with the naked eye.

But as time passed, the letter on the right hand was gradually perfected, and soon reached the point where it was impossible to distinguish the true from the false with the naked eye.

Yang Xiaohua naturally finds it difficult to understand. In his opinion, this post office mission is about to be completed soon, but it is necessary to add more to the snake.

"Can I do this too?" Liu Qingqing looked up at Gao Tiancheng and asked.

"You are Beifeng, why can't you do it?"

As Gao Tiancheng said, the ghost realm opened up.The letter on the right hand disappeared, and he sent it directly to the seventh building, which was the delivery location required by the post office.

At this moment, Yang Xiaohua lit the letter paper, and a winding path appeared.

After more than ten minutes, she returned to the Mingyue community again. She was shocked and excited and said, "This mission has been completed."

After thinking about it, Gao Tiancheng tore the yellow letter in his left hand to shreds.

He was wondering if shredding the letter at this time would be attacked by the ghost post office?
The result was no, the yellow letter seemed to have really turned into an ordinary letter.

Li Leping had already left at this time, he was going to deal with the wandering old corpse.

Gao Tiancheng bid farewell to Yang Jian and left with Liu Qingqing.

In a hotel room, Liu Qingqing was sitting by the bed, and Gao Tiancheng was sitting aside.

Gao Tiancheng held a few pieces of jadeite in his hand, which he repaired. He also specially made a pendant, a pendant for fulfilling wishes.

Everything was ready, Gao Tiancheng tore off his face, revealing a white mahjong face.

"It's your turn." Gao Tiancheng said.

He has been resisting the backlash of his ability to sit and forget his way, and now he has stopped resisting, even if the white board is the master of the backlash, he is powerless to reverse it.

After a while, Gao Tiancheng appeared on the whiteboard cursing.

Liu Qingqing on the side looked at Gao Tiancheng who was out of control with a smile on his face.

"Dog thing. Miscellaneous, is it interesting for you to catch my whiteboard to play? My whiteboard is also a human being, do you bully others like this? I don't play anymore, I don't play anymore!"

"Damn, why should I be in pain, why can you hide in it and enjoy it? Do you know how much pain I have? How many floors can a bag of rice carry!"

The whiteboard Gao Tiancheng seemed to have noticed Liu Qingqing at the side at this moment.

"Woman? Well, I think my gun is faster, or I go back faster."

The white board Gao Tiancheng pounced on Liu Qingqing like a hungry tiger.

Killing intent appeared in Liu Qingqing's eyes, the lights of the chandelier began to flicker, and blood oozed from the wall.

Gao Tiancheng on the whiteboard held Liu Qingqing's hand, and the supernatural phenomena around him returned to normal in a single thought.

Liu Qingqing's resistance was extremely fierce at the moment, but it was of no avail at all. He had tried to cultivate, but his cultivation was like a trick in front of the whiteboard.

Gao Tiancheng pressed on it, embroidered with the fragrance of his hair and body, his white mahjong face twisted and stretched at times.

At this moment, Gao Tiancheng's body stopped suddenly. He looked at the pendant and a few pieces of jadeite that had been prepared aside, and quickly rushed over, holding them tightly in his hands.

After a familiar feeling, Gao Tiancheng opened his eyes.

He tightly held a pendant and three emeralds in his hand.

Liu Qingqing looked at Gao Tiancheng who was lying motionless on the bed, and tidied up her messy hair and wrinkled clothes.

She turned Gao Tiancheng upside down, and when she saw that the bed was empty and the pendant was empty, she couldn't help being surprised.

Those emeralds before, and that pendant are gone.

She sat on the side of the bed again, looking at Gao Tiancheng who had fallen into dementia.

"Come on, come on, come on Yang Jian."

"Did you see it? Did you see it? This is something I brought here, and I'm not lying."

On the other hand, Yang Jian and Li Yang returned to Dachang City. Yang Jian's current state is very poor, but he has the ability to cultivate truth, and it is only a matter of time before he regains control of the ghost image.

However, in his current state, he couldn't continue to explore the post office.

Yang Jian appeared in the villa where Wang Shanshan lived.

After the old house was renovated, she lived here. There was a tall wall nearby, and ordinary people couldn't get in at all.

Yang Jian appeared in the courtyard, bathed in the sunlight falling from the sky, his breath was still cold, and there was a smell of rotting corpses around him.

A young woman with fair complexion and elegant figure is sitting at the desk in the bright and tidy lobby at the moment, looking down at a book.

"Are you going to die again?"

Sensing Yang Jian's appearance, Wang Shanshan raised her head slightly, but there was no expression on her white and tender face.

"Did you feel it?" Yang Jian said without moving.

Wang Shanshan didn't answer, but raised her sleeves slightly, revealing her snow-white arms, with a strange red eye peering around.

The red eyes haven't fully formed yet, they only have outlines without substance, like Yang Jian's ghost eyes, but they can't reach the level of ghost eyes.

"Ghost Eye's revival, has it affected even you?" Yang Jian understood in an instant.

There is no problem for him to open the seventh-level ghost domain, that is because of the curse of the music box and the complete ghost image.

But Wang Shanshan is still an ordinary person after all. Although she is far away from the category of ordinary people, she has no supernatural power.

It will only become so obvious when it is eroded by ghost eyes and spirits.

"I can already see things." Wang Shanshan closed her eyes and shook her arms.

Those eyes were staring at Yang Jian.

And Yang Jian could also feel the sight from that eye.

"I can help you get rid of this state, through the ability of cultivation." Yang Jian said.

Wang Shanshan shook her head, "This state is actually quite good, after all, I have more eyes and can see more clearly."

She changed the subject and said, "What's your status?"

"I can handle it myself, but it will take some time. It's not a big problem. Compared with the harvest this time, it's insignificant." Yang Jian said plainly.

"What else are you going to do?" Wang Shanshan said.

"I need the ghost boy to protect my safety temporarily, and the human skin paper." Yang Jian replied.

The tone of the two people's conversation was very cold. This was because of the lack of emotion. They knew very well in their hearts that their relationship was very good.

If it weren't for the lack of emotion and the inability to express it, this emotion should turn into love.

Wang Shanshan knows Yang Jian very well, and the two of them have a tacit understanding.

Wang Shanshan stood up and walked in front of Yang Jian. Ignoring the stench of corpses emanating from Yang Jian's body, she stretched out her white and slender palm, touched Yang Jian's cheek and said, "Anyone in this city can die, but you No, because you are Yang Jian."

"Of course, I'm Yang Jian, so I won't die." Yang Jian squeezed out a smile.

He then said again, "I have a way to change your state, but it will take time. Maybe I can ask him for help, but I don't want him to help."

"What about you?" Wang Shanshan asked.

"Let's take one step at a time." Yang Jian said flatly.

(End of this chapter)