soon.

The mature woman named Xiaoru brought a pot of hot tea and poured a cup for Yang Jian and the old man in the Chinese medicine shop next to her. Although she had some prejudice against Yang Jian, she still had to do the skill of this scene, and it was impossible not to even entertain the hospitality.

After pouring the tea, Xiaoru did not leave, but stood beside her and listened quietly.

Her eyes remained on Yang Jian, as if she was looking at him seriously.

"I have seen several ghost drivers in the Republic of China period, the first manager in the ghost post office, the tall male corpse in the Caesar Hotel, the old man in the ancient house, the old woman carrying a vegetable basket in the Dachuan City... But most of them are dead, and some of them are just dead. The only one who is still alive is the dead and resurrected sister Hong. She replaced a ghost driver named Liu Qingqing, and her consciousness has awakened again."

"And you, strictly speaking, are the only one who has lived from that time to the present."

Yang Jian looked at the steaming teacup and slowly spoke.

The old man wearing sunglasses and dead-stricken face moved slightly at this moment, and he squeezed out a smile: "It seems that you have experienced a lot of things. You have encountered everything you shouldn't have encountered. It is indeed not easy to survive. I know all the few you mentioned. The manager of the Ghost Post Office is Luo Wensong, the male corpse in the Caesar Hotel was named Li Qingzhi, the one in the ancient house was Zhang Dong, the one in Dachuan City is Meng Xiaodong, the sister Hong you mentioned should be Zhang Youhong, but you have less one to forget about it. They should have a guardian of the cemetery named Luo Qian."

"That era belonged to them, but time is unforgiving. No matter how top-notch people are, they will be swallowed by the terrible supernatural beings, and in the end they can only wither like fallen leaves in the autumn wind."

"Six people? But there are seven graves in that ghost place, and the remaining one is you?" Yang Jian asked.

The blind old man continued, "You are right to say this, but in fact, everyone has their own aspirations. They have their own things to do, and I have what I want to do, so I left the supernatural land and came here to run a Chinese medicine shop. I care more about the cultivation of my younger generations than dealing with supernatural events."

"There are endless supernatural events, and it is impossible to completely solve them. All the paths in the past were wrong, and the symptoms were not the root cause. Perhaps the emergence of the younger generation could lead to a different path, so I have been waiting, hoping that even if I see a little hope, this life will be worth it."

He sighed and said, but there was a strong obsession in his heart.

This obsession supports the almost decaying body of the old man.

But even so, his limit was coming, and such a body could not continue to survive.

"If we find the source of the supernatural incident, maybe some things can turn around." Yang Jian stared at him.

"The source of the supernatural incident? Young man, if you come here with this question, you may have to waste your time. I want to know this question, but unfortunately no one can answer it, so I can only find the answers in supernatural. Some people have found their own answers, but the answers are different."

A little smile appeared on the old man's old face again, which was a bit self-deprecating.

"There are different answers? Can you tell me?" Yang Jian asked.

"Some people think that our world is originally full of ghosts, and real supernatural events are hidden among folk stories. Just as you young people before they came into contact with supernatural events, they thought there were no ghosts in this world, and they only treated this thing as a story."

The old man said slowly.

"Some people also think there is something wrong with the place where we live."

Yang Jian's expression moved: "There is something wrong with the place where we live? What does it mean?"

The old man continued: "You should have taken that bus."

"Yes, I've taken that supernatural bus twice." Yang Jian said.

"That bus can carry you to unknown supernatural places. Those places cannot find corresponding places in reality, but they really exist. In fact, there are many such places. So some people speculate that maybe the place where we live is the supernatural place, and the evil spirits just return to the place where they originally belonged to them, and the supernatural place where they are is the real world of living."

The old man now made a very shocking assumption.

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment as soon as he said this.

The reality of our lives is the supernatural place?

"But there is a third guess besides these two guesses."

The old man continued to think without waiting for Yang Jian to continue thinking.

Yang Jian immediately put away all his thoughts and listened carefully.

Compared with that Hong Sister, the old man in front of me was more willing to tell some of the truths he knew without reservation, and had no idea of ​​trying to play a puzzle.

"The third guess is that the world we live in may not be a normal world. There are problems with this world. As in the story, there are also hells on earth. We used to think that we were living in earth, but in fact we live in hell. There are evil ghosts in hell. It is not that we think there are ghosts in the world, but that there should not be living people in this world." The old man said.

"The world is like a prison?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, revealing an incredible look.

The older generation of ghost-controllers actually have this view on the thinking of the supernatural source.

The blind old man shook his head again and said, "In fact, no matter which guess it is, it doesn't matter. What is important is how to survive in this supernatural world and how to walk an unprecedented path on the road of controlling evil spirits. Even if only one person succeeds in this path, it will represent the end of the supernatural event."

"I hope it's really important sometimes. Although my eyes are blind, my mind is not confused. I can still see things clearly."

The old man was dead, and he could only mention the word "hope" and a sense of vitality emerged all over his body.

He was eager to see the emergence of that ray of hope so that even if he died, he could feel at ease.

"The evil spirits you control are nothing more than those paths, balance, crash, curse, alien...but every path is flawed."

Yang Jian stared at the old man and said, "If you are not a ghost driver like you, the ghost driver in the Republic of China period, is not even able to succeed, then the problem of the resurrection of the evil ghost is not solved, and it is even more impossible for you to succeed."

"No, you are wrong. The road of our generation has reached its peak, and there is no possibility of moving forward anymore. Even if you learn from us, you are just a top group of people who survived for a century. For the evil spirits who cannot be killed, this time is too short. You can only barely maintain peace and cannot go further."

The old man said as he picked up the steaming teacup next to him and took a sip: "So what we want is not the heirs, but the pioneers. In the collision of supernatural events, we seek some unpredictable special changes, and give birth to the strongest and most special ghost-controller of the era. We don't have to worry about the resurrection of the evil spirits, nor do we have to be trapped in the lifespan of the body, nor do we worry about being eroded by supernatural consciousness."

"So that's how it is, so you don't interfere with the later ghost-controllers, and don't leave behind ways to control ghosts. Instead, you hope that this generation will explore and create some special cases."

Yang Jian said, and there were less doubts in his heart.

Now it seems that Wang Xiaoming’s idea is correct.

It has no meaning to entangle the past, but will be limited to the past and cannot take a new path.

"If there is no exception in your generation, then when you are old and dying, I believe you will do the same thing as us. Even if you solve the supernatural incident, the supernatural will still recover in decades." The old man said.

"Just like reincarnation, the same tragic things are repeated forever, and batches of innocent people die."

Yang Jian also became silent after hearing this.

The old man said nothing. If a special ghost driver cannot be produced, then the captains of his headquarters are just papermakers, no different from the previous generation, and the final result is still failure.

"Young man, you know some things too early, which is not a good thing for you. Understanding the despair of this world in advance can easily destroy a person's will." The old man sighed again and said.

Yang Jian turned around and said, "I'm not that fragile, and I'd known some things would be good if I had known them, but what I want to know is why your Chinese medicine shop is going to help those ghost drivers solve the problem of resurrection of ghosts? You have to be clear that because of your reasons, many ghost drivers have caused chaos outside, causing great damage."

"The resuscitation of the evil ghost is a disease. If you have a disease, you need to be treated. I just need to save people. I can't control the rest. What they do outside and how much noise they make has nothing to do with me. I just hope they can live longer, and only if they live long enough can they have a greater probability of nurturing that hope."

The old man expressed his attitude and said that he did not have any other idea of ​​saving people, but just helped the ghost-controlling person equally.

"I am not solving the revival of the evil ghost, but delaying the revival of the evil ghost. Their ability to survive is more due to their own efforts." The old man said again.

"I probably understand what you mean. You want the ghost driver to live longer when the evil ghosts are resurrected, so that they can burst out all their power in that limited time, thereby creating the hope you said." Yang Jian pointed.

"It's a pity that I have never seen this hope appear in my life." The old man shook his head, looking very disappointed.

Seeing this, Yang Jian asked some other questions.

This old man really did not reserve or conceal it, and told everything he knew, which relieved Yang Jian's many doubts.

"What kind of means can extend the time for the resurrection of the evil ghost? If you don't mind, can you disclose it?" Yang Jian asked again.

"Yang Jian, you asked too many questions today, and we don't want to answer some questions." At this time, the mature woman named Xiaoru could not bear it anymore and wanted to stop him.

The old man waved his hand and said he didn't care: "Maybe I won't say so much to others, but I am willing to tell you what I know truthfully, after all, you are the future."

After saying that, he waved his hand and signaled Xiaoru.

The little Ru's eyes moved, she looked at Yang Jian, and finally turned around and went to the medicinal materials box next to her, and took out a small yellow paper bag. This thing looked like a pack of medicinal materials.

But Yang Jian felt a strong and supernatural aura.

"This is a special dose of Chinese medicine."

The old man said: "I can only match the current supernatural circle. If you want to know how to delay the resuscitation of the evil spirit, you can try a dose of medicine yourself. The specific ones will only be known after you have experienced it."

Looking at the small bag of special medicine, Yang Jian didn't have the confidence to take it. After all, who knew what was there?

"Coward, this is a good thing, and it can save lives. I even dislike it. The former ghost drivers could fight at the door for a pack of such medicine." Xiaoru said sarcastically, and then put the medicine bag away.
Chapter completed!