A ghost controller during the Republic of China was suspected of reviving his lost consciousness with the help of a stick of incense, and he came back to life again.

Unimaginable.

This kind of resurrection is more difficult than resurrection in the traditional sense, because the resurrected person still needs to control the supernatural power again.

Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing.

No.

Now his name should not be Liu Qingqing, but the consciousness of a strange ghost controller from the Republic of China.

It doesn't matter who this person is.

The important thing is that this person is a real figure in the Republic of China, and a figure in the supernatural circle during the Republic of China. The information and things he knows are probably unimaginable. The most important thing now is whether she is willing to reveal it.

"Who is that old man in the ancient house?" Yang Jian asked the first question directly.

Liu Qingqing smiled, with a slightly weird smile: "The people in my group are just like you now. Some are alive and some are dead. The living must stay in the supernatural place, and the dead must take care of themselves.

Preparation, he is much better than me, but there are times when he can't stand it."

"How to solve the problem of the evil ghost's recovery?" Yang Jian looked coldly and asked the most important question directly.

Liu Qingqing said: "It can't be solved. If this problem can be solved, we don't have to die. So I won't tell you how to control the ghosts. Every era has its own characteristics. Maybe people of your era can

Find a different path than our group."

"Isn't there some of you alive till now?" Yang Jian frowned.

"You have survived until now." Liu Qingqing said.

"understood."

Yang Jian understood the meaning of Liu Qingqing's words.

In every era, there are always some ghost masters who can go very far. These roads cannot be copied. They are the result of the collision of death and luck. Even if I tell you the method, you can only listen to it as a story. That success cannot be copied.

Just like Mr. Qin, he was an alien when he was still in his mother's womb. Can you learn this method?

Or maybe it's like Wang Chaling, who directly inherited the first or second generation of the Wang family who turned into a fierce ghost. There is no way to learn from this.

So Yang Jian no longer struggled with this issue, but continued to ask: "What is this place? It does not exist in reality. It must be reached by a supernatural bus."

"In words you can understand, this is a ghost land, isolated from reality, but eventually the balance will lose its balance and reappear in reality. The supernatural bus is just a tool to shuttle between various special areas." Liu Qingqing slowly said

started to move around the house.

She touched her head.

The slightly dented area hit by the blood-stained wooden hammer was rapidly recovering at the moment.

soon.

Liu Qingqing's body became perfect again.

Seeing this, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, and he continued to ask: "Why are there ghosts in the world?"

Liu Qingqing was startled for a moment, then finally laughed, very happily, covering her mouth as if she was watching a joke.

"Is this question funny?" Yang Jian frowned.

Liu Qingqing walked over. She was wearing red high-heeled shoes and slender legs. Her posture was elegant and revealed a classical beauty. She walked in front of Yang Jian and said with a smile: "Haven't you heard ghost stories?"

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"I've heard of it, but it's all false." Yang Jian said.

"How do you know those are all false? The stories are spreading, and the truth is hidden in them. And your level is too low now. You are not thinking about this kind of problem. When you live for another three years, you can awaken the second world.

The person who burns incense will tell you this problem." Liu Qingqing said.

Level too low?

As the top ghost controller, Yang Jian has controlled three powerful ghosts, become an alien, mastered the ability to restart himself, and possesses coffin nails and hatchets. Such capital would be evaluated as too low level.

"If you don't want to reveal information, then why do you need to communicate with me?" Yang Jian asked coldly.

He felt that it was not that the figures in the Republic of China were extinct, nor that there was no way to pass on information to future generations, but that this information seemed to have been deliberately buried.

If the truth tells future generations some truth, there are ten thousand ways to do it.

so.

What Wang Xiaoming said back then was right, and there is no point in pursuing the past.

Being buried in the past means that the past failed, and pursuing a failed era is just a waste of time moving forward.

"I woke up too early. I planned to go to a place to have a look, but he died, so I chose to stay in this ancient house, but I didn't expect you to open this room." Liu Qingqing said.

"Is there anything special about this room?" Yang Jian said, "I came here because of the ghost closet."

Liu Qingqing said: "This room is a ghost. To be precise, these red objects are the puzzle pieces of a ghost trying to revive."

"Is it just that?" Yang Jian stared at her with a somewhat skeptical attitude.

Does a ghost need to go to so much trouble to prepare so many objects to imprison it?

Coffin nails, gold utensils, or a coffin.

Anything like that is fine.

"At least that's the information I know. After all, I didn't build these things." Liu Qingqing said, as if she was only a participant, not the creator.

Yang Jian was silent at this moment.

He couldn't get much useful information from this person from the Republic of China period.

He was unable to find the source of the evil ghosts, nor was he able to find a way to restrain the evil ghosts from resurrecting. He even failed to unravel many supernatural secrets.

"What's on the fifth floor of the ghost post office?" Yang Jian had no choice but to give up on some far-reaching questions and directly asked some immediate questions.

Liu Qingqing laughed again: "There is a sixth floor above the fifth floor. That is the core of the post office, but only one person can enter the sixth floor. Moreover, the person who enters the sixth floor will not be able to do anything in his life.

Leave the post office."

"Why?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched.

This information is very useful.

"Because that person will control the post office, is that an okay answer?"

Liu Qingqing said: "Your questions are getting more and more naive. You can discover many things by yourself. There is no point in asking me here. It's time for you to go out. The seven days in the ancient house are the tasks given to you by the post office. Complete it. You

Only then are you qualified to enter the fifth floor of the post office."

She seemed to have lost interest in answering, turned around and walked back into the room.

"What seems like a childish question to you, but to people like us, is a matter of life and death. There is indeed a reason why you died and were buried. With such a willful character, it is reasonable for you not to survive." Yang Jian.

He said coldly.

These words seemed to touch the people of this Republic of China period.

She stopped, and the surroundings instantly became cold.

This is not an illusion, but a real cold feeling.

It was as if the evil ghost was resurrecting and supernatural power was invading the body.

Yang Jian's ghostly shadow swayed, resisting the influence of the surroundings. He stood with a cracked spear in his hand: "Are you angry? That's right. Since your time is running out, just give me your memory. I can

Live longer in this world, go further, and solve more supernatural incidents."

He was not satisfied with the answers given by this woman.

So he wanted to do it himself.

Give it a try.

If he wins, he will inherit the memory of a top ghost controller during the Republic of China.

Lost.

Maybe he will be buried in this ancient house.

Very reckless.

But Yang Jian didn't think so, because he wasn't sure how long he would have to wait for the next opportunity after losing this opportunity.

Liu Qingqing turned around slowly: "How do you steal the memory of a living person from a ghost?"

"Sure enough, are you also a stranger?"

The impulse that Yang Jian had just had stopped instantly.

She was briefly awakened, but in fact she was still a ghost in nature, just because the power of the stick of incense helped her wake up briefly. Once this period of time passed, her consciousness would dissipate.

This aspect is inexplicably similar to Yang Jian.

If one day his ghost shadow revives, his own consciousness will also be suppressed and swallowed up by the ghost, but that consciousness has not disappeared. If he can still wake up through some means.

only.

The consciousness controlled by the evil ghost can no longer be stolen.
To be continued...