Mysterious Recovery

Ghost Street.

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The strange shops gradually closed and closed, but when he was about to leave, Yang Jian actually saw a living person on this street... let's call it a living person.

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He tried to stop the man in front of him.

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but to no avail.

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The person in front continued to walk forward as if he hadn't heard him, and would soon leave the street completely.

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"No response? So this person didn't come here by mistake like me, but was originally a person in this ghost street, or a regular visitor who often came here..." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly .

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He walked quickly and followed.

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The old-fashioned man with a tall back still walked forward on his own, and still didn't respond to Yang Jian's rapid approach.

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"In that case, let's try it out. If I'm lucky, I can find out some secrets about Ping An Ancient Town from him."

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At this moment, Yang Jian changed his previous cautious style.

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He looked at his cold and black palm, then stopped and slowly stretched towards the man's back.

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At this distance, his hand could not touch the man.

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However.

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This is not an ordinary palm, but a ghost's palm, with terrifying supernatural power.

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With the appearance of ghost hands.

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On the ground in front of the street, cold and black palms began to stick out, and the scalp was numb when looking at the dense pavement of these palms.

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The palms are like weeds in the gust of wind, swaying, twisting, trying to grab a person who is approaching from the side.

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Once caught by such a palm, even if it is one, ordinary people can be killed. Even if it is a real ghost, the ghost hand can play a considerable suppressing effect, because now Yang Jian’s ghost hand also has the ability to suppress the ghost. quota.

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At this moment, all the ghost hands stretched out towards the man.

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However, the man's walking speed did not slow down, ignoring the strange black palms on the ground in front of him.

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"Want to step on it?" Yang Jian's face sank, but he didn't hold back.

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The ghost hand's attack appeared.

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Although the black and cold palm on the ground was stiff, it moved like a nerve reflex, and suddenly grabbed one of the man's legs.

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Once touched.

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The ghost hand's ability to suppress the supernatural will come into play, and even the current top ghost riders cannot completely ignore the ghost hand's attack.

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The effect appeared.

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The man's feet seemed to be stumbled, and he instantly froze in place, his tall body staggered and almost fell over.

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But that's all.

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The effect of the ghost hand has come to an end, and it can't do any further damage to that man.

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Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's expression became solemn.

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Outside, the ghost hand that is enough to suppress a ghost can only trip the opponent here. It is conceivable that the opponent is not only a special person with supernatural power, but also a very powerful character.

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"Can we have a chat?" Yang Jian said.

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The man still didn't turn around, still turned his back to Yang Jian, and only gave him a back.

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"Are you not going to talk, or can't talk? If you can, don't mind turning around and having a few words. I'm not from Taiping Ancient Town. I'm the person in charge who came here specially to investigate the Ghost Lake incident. A supernatural event." Yang Jian reported to his family and stated his purpose.

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But the man in front still didn't speak, he stood still.

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Seeing this, Yang Jian frowned.

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Since this person is not going to speak, let's just see the person's appearance in person and determine the person's identity.

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Immediately.

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He quickly came to the man's side.

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Just approaching, Yang Jian felt the unusually cold aura emanating from this man, and this feeling made people feel that something was wrong.

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She took a few steps to the side and opened a little distance.

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Only at this time did Yang Jian see the true face of this man... This man has no face.

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yes.

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There is no outline of facial features, only a flat piece of flesh.

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ghost?

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Yang Jian immediately took a few steps back, and the hatchet in his hand was about to chop down subconsciously, dismembering the ghost in front of him.

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But the action of the man in front of him made Yang Jian stop.

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The man raised a hand and gestured towards Yang Jian, intending to stop him.

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"It's not a ghost, it's a human. He has his own consciousness."

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But Yang Jian abruptly stopped the hatchet in his hand, with a solemn expression, not shocked, but a little surprised.

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Because the appearance of this man reminded him of the Specter who used to hold the old blood-stained newspaper, that Specter likes to take off the face of a living person, making people lose their face and become a faceless person.

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Could it be that this person is a survivor of a previous supernatural attack?

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"You can hear what I say, but because of the lack of facial features, you can't see or speak, and you don't want me to see your face, right?" Yang Jian said.

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The man still didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

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"Who are you? You don't look like a ghost hunter outside. What are you doing here?" Yang Jian continued to ask: "If you can't say it, you can write it down, and we can communicate."

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The man's face without facial features turned slightly towards Yang Jian and fell into silence.

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He doesn't seem to want to communicate, and there seems to be some kind of estrangement between the two of them, and he doesn't want to reveal too much.

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But after a while, he still stretched out his hand and gestured in the air.

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With his fingers writing in the air, Yang Jian peeped with ghost eyes, noticed the traces of the man's fingers, and gradually formed a line of words: I'm looking for a face.

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"You're looking for a face here, so where is your original face?" Yang Jian asked again.

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The man didn't answer, he seemed to reject Yang Jian's question.

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Seeing that he was silent, Yang Jian said again, "What's your name?"

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"Faceless man." The man continued to move his fingers in the air and wrote three words.

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Faceless person?

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This should be a code name, not a real name.

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Yang Jian didn't ask any further questions. It is very common to use code names in the spiritual circle, in order to hide his identity and prevent the supernatural from involving the people around him.

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"Have you found your face?"

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"It's right here." The man continued to respond.

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it?

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Refers to the man's face.

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It's here, which means that this man's face must have appeared on this ghost street, but he hasn't found it yet, so this time he finished shopping and left with regret.

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"The only thing on the entire street that matches the face is the mask that appeared in the booth before. He couldn't be looking for a sentence or two." Yang Jian froze in his heart, and glanced back slightly.

The stall selling masks is no longer there.

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If he was there, this faceless man should look for a weird mask as his face.

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"Where are you from, a resident of Taiping Town? Or someone from the spiritual circle outside?" Yang Jian asked again.

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But at this time, the faceless man reached out and wrote this sentence: "It's too late today, I'm leaving."

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She didn't answer Yang Jian's next question.

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After the faceless man finished writing this sentence, he continued to walk forward with one hand. The ghost hands under his feet were like weeds on the side of the road. Although he could stumble on his feet, there was no way to make the faceless man completely. Stop, the reason why he stopped just now was not because the ghost hand suppression worked, but because he wanted to stop.

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"Unless you cut off his head with a forceful shot, and then use ghosts to invade his memory to get enough information, you can't ask for any useful information." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

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Thinking about whether to make a move.

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This person is very strange and strange, but he has no intersection with Yang Jian, no conflict, and no hostility.

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Otherwise, the two people who just tried to test have already started fighting.

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After a brief thought, Yang Jian did not choose to do it.

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He is not the kind of person who takes the initiative to provoke right and wrong. Since the other party has already given him face and has not expanded the conflict, he will not sneak attack behind this for so-called intelligence.

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After all, young people have to talk about martial arts.

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Although he didn't intend to do it, Yang Jian quickly followed, wanting to see where this person was going.

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The two left the street one after the other.

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However, a strange scene happened.

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Yang Jian stood alone in the ancient town of Taiping Town, with newly installed street lamps on the left and right sides, exuding light, illuminating the darkness around him.

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The faceless man disappeared.

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Even the ghost eye peeping did not find any trace of the faceless man.

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The Faceless Man left the street, but did not appear in Taiping Ancient Town.

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"Could it be that this ghost street is similar to the ghost post office, the same road, but a different place?" Yang Jian guessed in his heart, and he looked at the paper boat he was holding.

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Things are still there.

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It is true.

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But the street behind him has disappeared. The existence of this paper boat proves that everything that happened just now is real, not an illusion, nor a supernatural event.

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"Since that person is gone, that's fine. There's no need to struggle so much."

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"It's just... that the mysterious faceless person needs to buy things on this ancient street, so it is enough to prove that the things on the ancient street must be extraordinary, if so, then this piece of paper in my hand What is the purpose of the boat? I don't feel that the paper boat is a supernatural object, it's just like an ordinary thing."

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Yang Jian then took back all his thoughts and focused on the paper boat he bought.

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This thing cost him three yuan.

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And the paper boats came from that weird paper-making shop, so most of them were unusual. Although they seemed ordinary, they were definitely not ordinary.

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He just didn't discover the secret.

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"Yang Jian, are you back? Can you show me what you are holding?"

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Suddenly, a voice suddenly appeared, but when he saw Liu San walking out of an alley next to him, he stared at the paper boat in Yang Jian's hand, as if curious.

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"No." Yang Jian immediately refused.

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Liu Sandao: "This should be something you got from that ancient street, a paper boat? It seems to be burned to the dead. I have some research on the supernatural in this area, and I may be able to help you."

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He has been wandering around, waiting for when Yang Jian will return, so he speculated on something.

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"There is a paper binding shop in the ancient street. If you want to study it, you can go by yourself." Yang Jian calmly said.

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Liu San had no paper money in his hand. No one knew what would happen when he went to that paper-making shop, but he didn't say anything.

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There is no need to share such information.

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After all, he wasn't very at ease with Liu San either.

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"Paper-tying shop? So you got this thing from that paper-tying shop. Is there a boss in the paper-tying shop?" Liu San was still very interested and eagerly asked.

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Yang Jian said: "It's all paper figurines, there are no living people, you're panicking, you can see if you go and see, oh, by the way, there is no way to invade and enter that ancient street without a strong enough ghost realm. At this point in time, the ancient street has been proofed, and it is closed for business."

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"..."

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Liu San looked at Yang Jian: "I understand, although you have concealed something, your information is very important to me, thank you."

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"You're welcome, everyone is a colleague, I'll give some moral help, but it won't work if it's too much." Yang Jian didn't care about revealing something.

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"You're right, I was reckless just now, but when you left, I found a strange place, a place full of supernatural beings but guarded by living people." Liu San changed the topic and said instead .

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Yang Jian said, "It looks like you've already gone to investigate. What's the result?"

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"Not very good, one of my paper figurines was killed." Liu San said: "The person stationed there is a top ghost rider, maybe you can deal with him."

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"You want to ask me for help?" Yang Jian said.

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"No, just join forces to investigate the situation." Liu San said, "You can refuse."

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Yang Jian said, "Is that the ancestral hall?"

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Although he just stood there, at night, the scarlet ghost eyes were particularly eye-catching.

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"You already knew?" Liu San hesitated.

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Yang Jian said: "I can see at a glance that there is a problem there, but I am not interested in that place. The ancestral hall in Taiping Ancient Town is either ordinary~www.readwn.com~ or terrible. It seems that the situation is The second type, so I chose the ancient street instead of the ancestral hall."

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"Looks like I'm going to be a little stupid." Liu San said.

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"Don't say that. You have a lot of life, so it's more suitable to go to some dangerous places to investigate, but you don't even dare to set foot in that ancestral hall. I'm a little interested to see it, maybe I can say hello to the people there."

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Yang Jian thought for a while and decided to go with Liu San.

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Not to die.

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Just don't worry.

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After all, the Ghost Lake incident is here, and many details cannot be overlooked.

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"Aren't you afraid of accidents?" Liu San said suspiciously, "This doesn't seem like your style."

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"I also want to ask what this thing is." Yang Jian shook the paper boat in his hand.

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"Give me some research, and I can give you an answer." Liu San said.

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Yang Jian smiled: "You, I can't believe it, you have too many paper figures, who knows who your real identity is in reality? It's okay to be a friend, but if it's an enemy, you have to be a little bit more cautious, hope You can understand."

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He didn't beat around the bush, he said his thoughts in person.

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You don't need to worry and care so much.

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Liu San said no more.

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Because... he really wasn't called Liu San.