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1114. My name is Su Yuan. When you read this letter...

 After saying this, He Yuelian took out the letter Su Yuan had given her.

To be honest, the letter was not sealed, and it seemed that he didn't mind letting others see the content.

Including He Yuelian, he also secretly took out the information, but strangely, there was nothing written on the letter. Instead, it was blank, looking like a pure white paper.

I can't figure out why. I can only attribute it to the mysterious method of the ghost master.

After taking out the letter, He Yuelian also watched Yang Jian's reaction slightly nervously.

And Yang Jian did not take the letter immediately, but frowned with a thoughtful look on his face.

He couldn't figure out what Su Yuan's intention was.

If he knew that going to ZS City would be dangerous, then why did he go ahead anyway?

Is it just to die?

If you really want to die, it's very simple!

He could lend him the hatchet in his hand and slash his neck directly. That would make him die faster.

It can also reduce the risks caused by the resurrection of evil ghosts after death, so as not to cause trouble to others.

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out Su Yuan's behavior and motives. At this time, Yang Jian raised his head and looked directly at He Yuelian and said: "Did he say anything when he handed this letter to you? Tell me not to say a word.

Leave it out."

"If you can give me an answer that satisfies me, I can consider helping you."

Yang Jian gave his answer very straightforwardly, and did not agree directly just because the other party mentioned Su Yuan.

When he talks now, he doesn't need to mince words or cover up anything.

Because he does not need to cater to anyone, but everyone needs to cater to him.

He Yuelian smiled, she smiled happily, and her face that was so perfect that it was almost weird stretched out, enough to make any man obsessed.

This is a look that is like a disaster.

But in Yang Jian's opinion, it was a sign of something strange coming.

After pondering for a moment, He Yuelian said: "Actually, he didn't say much to me. He just told me that his current situation cannot be helped for the time being. I will go to a very dangerous place with you in a few days. If I can

If you come back safely, you will come find me then, but if you cannot come back, I will give you this letter."

Hearing this, Yang Jian's heart sank.

Yes, Su Yuan must have predicted something, so he said these words, but why didn't he communicate with himself in advance?

This is something Yang Jian can't understand.

Then without any further hesitation, Yang Jian directly picked up the letter on the table, opened the envelope, and took out the letter paper. However, there was nothing written on it, it was blank.

Nothing at all?

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and then he opened his ghost eyes as if he realized something. Suddenly, a line of strange handwriting appeared on the letter paper.

"My name is Su Yuan. When you read this letter, I will be dead..."

Yang Jian: "..."

The way this man spoke made Yang Jian's head full of black lines.

Su Yuan had come into contact with human skin paper, and Yang Jian knew this, but it would be unreasonable for that guy to be stubborn even to the point of death.

Thinking like this, Yang Jian continued to look down.

"When you read this letter, you will probably be dead, because if I had not died, this letter would not have fallen into your hands."

"Hey, I thought that I, Mr. Su, was invincible in the supernatural world, but in the end, I ended up like this. Even after I died, no one collected my body, no one buried me, and no one even burned me for 180 years.

A beautiful young lady."

"But this is a normal thing. After all, those who dare to collect my body after my death are not very courageous. They will probably be buried with me."

"It's not a very good idea to drag people into the water even after they're dead, so I'll give you a piece of advice here. When you see my body, run as far as you can, and don't think about solving it. Anyway, this world is ruined.

Jujube pills, it’s still a dog’s life that matters, don’t overestimate your capabilities and fail to recognize your merits, leaving your woman a widow.”

"After all, I will definitely die when you read this letter, and I can't tell you that I will support you as your wife!"

"Life itself is a journey. No matter how magnificent and invincible you are, you will inevitably die in the end, and we are no exception."

"So I have arranged my funeral in advance and built myself a mourning hall. I still need to have the proper sense of ceremony."

"But people like me don't have many friends. You are the only one. So considering our good friendship, it's not too much for you to burn three sticks of incense for me, call me grandpa and kowtow three times, right?"

"

"I know you will definitely scold me, but it doesn't matter, I don't care. Likewise, I also left you a big surprise. Do you want to know my secret? Do you want to get my gift? Do you want to know the true identity of ghosts?

Where did it come from?”

"Come on! Come to my mourning hall. I have put everything there. As long as you come... it will be yours. Inherit everything from me and head towards the great voyage... Ahem, I digress. Anyway, you can come here.

correct."

"If God had not given birth to me, Mr. Su, I would have been a ghost forever... Oh, I almost forgot, this woman is very important. She is related to the plan of an old guy from the late Republic of China. Don't let her go."

"That old guy has a wishful thinking and a big plan. Although his intention is good, he uses the wrong method. Yes, that's right, it's Zhang Xianguang's harpy thing. That guy is now hiding in the painting of the ghost post office, pretending that he is in the oil painting

People are very thieves."

"I originally planned to deal with him after the matter was settled, but now I can't. Remember to remind Sun Rui to be careful."

"Finally, you must come and burn three sticks of incense for me!"

The letter seemed to have been finished at this point, but for Yang Jian, the amount of information revealed in Su Yuan's words was not small.

First of all, Su Yuan is really dead this time. This is certain, but he seems to have been prepared for this. And judging from the lines, Su Yuan repeatedly told him to go see him. There must be a reason.

.

The second one is He Yuelian in front of him. This person has an inseparable connection with ghost paintings, and according to what Su Yuan said in the letter, it is very likely that he is related to Zhang Xianguang.

Yang Jian also knew about Zhang Xianguang. After all, he had dealt with the guy in the oil painting. As for his feelings, he couldn't see through it.

Since Su Yuan said that the guy is hiding in the ghost post office now, there should be no lie. However, Yang Jian still has a question. Since Su Yuan knows where he is, why didn't he go directly to the ghost post office last time?

Find out his true identity?

This is puzzling.

As for the other nonsense in the letter, Yang Jian completely ignored it.


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