Mysterious Recovery

A dark world, gloomy old houses, dense old forests.

Yang Jian broke the boundary between reality and the supernatural land, and once again came to a place that only the supernatural bus can reach.

This is where Zhang Dong is buried.

But this time he didn't enter the old house, but bypassed this dangerous house, and then walked along a winding path towards the depths of the dense forest.

The cold wind blew by, and the old trees nearby rustled.

Different from the previous situation, this time Yang Jian was not stopped by Li Gui in front of him, and there was no need for a funeral, so it was very safe to walk along the way, and now Yang Jian didn't have to worry even if he met Li Gui, he was completely The danger here can be dealt with.

"arrive."

Soon, Yang Jian came to the middle of an old forest.

This is an empty space that has been deliberately cleared.

There are a total of six old graves on the open space, no, seven old graves.

Yang Jian saw a newly built tomb. There was a black and white posthumous photo on the tombstone in front of the tomb. The person in the posthumous photo was the old pharmacist, and a line of words was engraved under the photo.

Zhang Bohua's tomb.

"It turns out that the name of the old man in the pharmacy is Zhang Bohua." Only then did Yang Jian know the name of the old man.

But he also understands.

In the spiritual circle, the real name is generally not willing to be revealed, because many ghosts can use the name as a medium to deal with that person.

"Although this tomb is newly built, at least one or two months have passed, and just a few days ago, I saw this old man in a pharmacy, so what is buried in this old tomb is not Zhang Bohua, it should be his remnant body."

Yang Jian thought about it, the old man in the pharmacy now only has a head, but his body is gone, it seems that he is buried here.

Then he glanced at the other tombs, and some doubts appeared in his mind.

For example, Li Qingzhi's tomb has existed for a long time, but Li Qingzhi's body is in the Caesar Hotel. In this case, what would be buried in the tomb?

Another example is the first manager of the ghost post office, Luo Wensong, after his death, Li Gui revived, and his body is now imprisoned in a golden box by Yang Jian, and that box is now placed in the No. 1 safe house in Guanjiang Community.

The same is true of Meng Xiaodong's grave.

Last year, before Meng Xiaodong died, the grave had already been erected.

"Maybe, what is buried here is not just a simple corpse, but an experience."

Yang Jian thought of this in his heart.

Then he used the spirit of the blood lake to salvage a black coffin.

Meng Xiaodong, who had been revived by the ghost, was imprisoned in the black coffin.

Yang Jian got a shovel with the supernatural power of a deceiving ghost, and then dug next to Meng Xiaodong's grave.

After a while, a big hole was formed.

Yang Jian buried the black coffin, put the oil painting on it as a funeral, and then filled it back with soil.

"This Meng Xiaodong wants to come back here to take a look at Zhang Dong until he dies."

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly understood why he met Meng Xiaodong when he was delivering letters in the ancient house.

Obviously the real Meng Xiaodong had died in Room 301, but in the end he reappeared in this ancient house strangely, and almost wiped them all out.

Now Yang Jian understands that Meng Xiaodong must have made arrangements before his death, and used the means of infinite invasion to get the other self to come here to attend Zhang Dong's funeral, because she knew that she would not survive that time.

That's why Yang Jian at that time met Meng Xiaodong who became a ghost.

It may seem like a coincidence, but in fact everything has been arranged long ago.

After burying Meng Xiaodong, Yang Jian was about to get up and leave. He didn't want to stay in this place for a long time, because Zhang Dong was in the ancient house not far away, and he didn't want to be targeted by such a terrifying ghost.

Just when he was about to break the boundary between reality and ghosts and return to reality.

Out of the corner of the eye, I saw a extinguished incense stick in front of an old grave.

That is not an ordinary incense, but a soul-calling incense, a supernatural item that can only be made by the soul-calling people in Taiping Ancient Town. After lighting it, it can call someone back from life.

"I remember that Sister Hong said that my level is too low, it's useless to know too much, let me come here after reaching their level, light a stick of incense, and wake up someone here." Yang Jian suddenly remembered Such an agreement.

Sister Hong originally thought that it would take two or three years for Yang Jian to grow to his level.

But only half a year has passed and he has already done it.

Maybe that appointment can be brought forward.

"Would you like to light it for a try?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, hesitantly looking at the broken incense.

He has seen several living ghost masters of the Republic of China, such as Zhang Bohua, the old man of the pharmacy, Luo Qian, the cemetery owner who appeared from the spirit summoning, and Zhang Youhong, who lit the spirit summoning elephant, and even had contact with Zhang Dong through the weird grand master's chair in the ancient house...

There are only two people left who have not seen each other, Meng Xiaodong and Luo Wensong.

And this broken incense was inserted in front of Luo Wensong's grave by coincidence.

Therefore, the soul of the dead brought by the breaking of incense in this section should be Luo Wensong.

As for why this arrangement was made, Yang Jian didn't know, maybe he would understand after lighting that stick of incense.

But Yang Jian still hesitated.

It's not that there is any danger, but that he feels that all this is meaningless.

The supernatural era has appeared, and all the top figures of the Republic of China have been buried. Even if the souls of the dead return for a short time, so what?

But those old things from the Republic of China made arrangements so early, would there be the shadow of that old Qin in it?

When Elder Qin was alive, he was able to talk to his future self.

Therefore, it is very easy for Mr. Qin to leave any important clues and information.

"Light it up and have a look, otherwise you will always have a concern in your heart if you stay here." Yang Jian finally made a choice of three. He didn't leave here in a hurry, but turned around and walked to Luo Wensong's tomb.

Luo Wensong's tomb has been standing here for some years, and even the portrait on it is his appearance in middle age.

Light the half of the unburned broken incense in front of the grave.

Accompanied by a strange smog floating, Yang Jian felt that a figure was rapidly condensing into shape in the smog, and at the same time, a disturbing spiritual atmosphere began to diffuse towards the surroundings.

Yang Jian backed away for a certain distance, not wanting to be shrouded in smoke, but also guarding against Luo Wensong who came out of the summoned soul.

He had a false experience when he was in Baishui Town, and he probably understood the horror of this Luo Wensong.

The body is covered with supernatural curses of mortal death, and these supernatural curses of mortal death can be superimposed on each other. Once it is shot, it will be fatal, and there is no time for people to react.

So precautions are necessary.

After all, Yang Jian didn't know what kind of personality the living Luo Wensong was like, and he only deduced a general idea from some of Luo Wensong's practices and arrangements after his death.

The smoke got thicker and thicker until it covered everything.

Summoning Soul Incense is at its peak at this moment.

A ghost who had died long ago was brought back at this moment, and appeared again.

"Cough cough."

A slight cough sounded, and the person in the smoke seemed to be choked.

Then a slightly old man walked out of the smoke slowly.

This man is about fifty years old. He is not very old but his face is full of corpse spots, and his whole body is cold. A little apprehensive.

Just one glance made Yang Jian understand that this Luo Wensong was by no means a kind person, but a cruel and gloomy guy in all likelihood.

really.

Previous speculation is not credible.

maybe now

In reality, Luo Wensong, the manager of the ghost post office, made many sacrifices for future generations before his death, but the Luo Wensong who appeared now was not when he was old, but when he was in his prime.

During this period, Luo Wensong was at the pinnacle of his life both mentally and physically.

Just when Yang Jian was very afraid, Luo Wensong squinted his eyes and smiled at the moment: "Xiaosheng, don't be nervous, I'm not a ghost, I'm just a dead soul who came back to life temporarily with the help of this stick of incense, and there is no threat."

"The manager of the ghost post office, Luo Wensong, it's okay for me to call you that." Yang Jian said calmly.

"I see. So you know all of this. It seems that you deliberately lit the incense to recruit me." Luo Wensong immediately understood everything, but he still had a smile on his face.

Yang Jian said, "That's right."

At this time, Luo Wensong was looking around again. He saw several old graves beside him, and he also saw Meng Xiaodong who had just been buried. Finally, when he saw the tomb of Zhang Bohua, an old man in the pharmacy, there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

Finally, he withdrew his gaze and stared at Yang Jian again, but the smile on his face was gradually disappearing at this moment.

"Our era is completely over, so let me weigh you and see if you have the ability to carry this new era."

As Luo Wensong's voice fell, he shot suddenly.

The surrounding light dimmed at an unimaginable speed, and at the same time, there were creaking and creaking sounds around Yang Jian, as if there were many invisible doors around him.

And at this moment, all doors will open at the same time.

Countless mortal supernatural curses erupted. This was by no means as simple as a temptation, but this Luo Wensong was doing his best.

This is to kill Yang Jian.

"Luo Wensong~www.readwn.com~ You underestimate me too much, why do you want to weigh me? Let Zhang Donglai be more or less the same."

Yang Jian's indifferent voice sounded in the darkness.

next moment.

The surrounding darkness was suddenly dispelled, and patches of will-o'-the-wisps appeared out of thin air, burning crazily with the supernatural as fuel, and with the burning of the will-o'-the-wisps, a lake of blood appeared under Yang Jian's feet at some point.

The blood lake spread, trying to submerge everything around it, and the doors that appeared on the ground were forcibly filled.

But even so, half of the darkness still shrouded Yang Jian's face, and some doors that were not filled were still opened.

The terrifying supernatural curse of mortal death was still formed.

However, Yang Jian didn't die at this moment, instead he opened his ghost eyes, and with the appearance of red light, he suddenly appeared in front of Luo Wensong.

A cold ghost hand had already grabbed his neck.