Ghost Street.
The strange shops gradually closed down, but when he was about to leave, Yang Jian actually saw a living person on this street... let's call it a living person.
He tried to shout to the man in front of him.
But it's of no use.
The person in front continued to move forward as if he hadn't heard, and would soon leave this street completely.
"No response? In this case, this person did not enter here by mistake like me, but is someone who originally lived in this ghost street, or is a regular visitor who often comes here..." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.
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He walked quickly and followed.
The man with old clothes and a tall back was still walking forward on his own, and still didn't react at all to Yang Jian's rapid approach.
"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."
At this moment, Yang Jian changed his previous cautious style.
He looked at his cold and black palm, then stopped and slowly stretched it towards the man's back.
At this distance, his hands couldn't touch the man.
However.
This is not an ordinary palm, but the palm of a ghost, possessing terrifying supernatural power.
With the appearance of ghost hands.
On the street in front of them, cold and black palms began to appear. These palms were densely packed all over the ground, making people's scalp numb when they looked at them.
The palms of his hands were like weeds in the strong wind, swaying and twisting, trying to catch someone approaching from the side.
Once caught by such a palm, even one is enough to kill an ordinary person. Even if it is a real evil ghost, the ghost hand can also play a considerable suppressive role, because now Yang Jian's ghost hand also has a ability to suppress evil spirits.
quota.
At this moment, all the ghost hands were reaching towards the man.
But the man's walking speed did not slow down, ignoring the strange black palms on the ground in front of him.
"Want to step over there?" Yang Jian's face darkened and he had no reservations.
The attack of ghost hands appeared.
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.
Once touched.
The ghost hand's ability to suppress supernatural beings will come into play, and even the top ghost controllers will not be able to completely ignore the ghost hand's attack.
The effect appeared.
The man's feet seemed to be tripped, and he froze in place instantly. His tall body staggered and almost fell over.
But that's all.
The effect of the ghost hand was over, and it could not cause any further harm to the man.
Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's expression became serious.
The ghost hand that can suppress a powerful ghost outside can only trip the opponent here. It can be imagined that the opponent is not only a special person with supernatural power, but also a very powerful character.
"Can we have a chat?" Yang Jian said.
The man still didn't turn around, his back was still facing Yang Jian, only giving him a back view.
"Are you not going to speak, or are you unable to speak? If possible, would you mind turning around and exchanging a few words? I am not from Taiping Ancient Town. I am the person in charge of investigating the Ghost Lake incident here specially. I am responsible for handling various matters outside.
Supernatural incident." Yang Jian reported his family name and his purpose.
But the man in front still didn't speak. He stood motionless.
Yang Jian frowned when he saw this situation.
Since this person doesn't want to talk, it's better to have a clear look at this person's face and confirm his identity.
Immediately.
He quickly came to the man's side.
Just by getting closer, Yang Jian could feel the unusually cold aura emanating from this man. This feeling made people aware that something was wrong.
He took a few steps to the side and put some distance between himself and me.
Only then did Yang Jian clearly see the true face of this man... This man actually had no face.
Yes.
There is no outline of facial features, just a flat piece of skin.
ghost?
Yang Jian immediately took a few steps back, subconsciously slashing down with the hatchet in his hand, dismembering the ghost in front of him.
But a move by the man in front of him made Yang Jian stop.
The man raised a hand and gestured to Yang Jian, telling him to stop.
"It's not a ghost, it's a human being. He has his own consciousness."
Yang Jian suddenly stopped the hatchet in his hand, his expression serious, not shocked, just a little surprised.
Because the look of this man reminded him of the evil ghost who used to hold the blood-stained old newspaper. That evil ghost liked to take off the faces of living people, making people lose their faces and become a faceless person.
Could it be that this person is a survivor of a previous supernatural attack?
"You can hear what I say, but because you lack facial features, you can't see or speak. And you don't want me to see your face, right?" Yang Jian said.
The man still didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
"Who are you? You don't look like a ghost controller outside. What are you doing here?" Yang Jian continued to ask: "If you can't explain it, you can write it down and we can communicate."
The man's face without features turned slightly towards Yang Jian and fell into silence.
He didn't seem to want to communicate, and there seemed to be some kind of gap between the two of them, so he didn't want to reveal too much.
But after a moment, he still stretched out his fingers and made gestures in the air.
His fingers were writing in the air, and Yang Jian peered with ghostly eyes, paying attention to the traces of the person's fingers, and gradually formed a line of words: I am looking for a face.
"You are looking for a face here, so where is your original face?" Yang Jian asked again.
The man did not answer. He seemed to reject Yang Jian's question.
Seeing his silence, Yang Jian asked again: "What's your name?"
"Faceless man." The man continued to move his fingers in mid-air and wrote three words.
Faceless person?
This should be a code name, not a real name.
Yang Jian didn't ask further questions. It was very common in the supernatural circle to use code names in order to hide his identity and prevent the supernatural from involving people around him.
"Have you found your face?"
"It's right here." The man continued to respond.
it?
It refers to the man's face.
It's right here, which means that this man's face must have appeared in this ghost street, but he hasn't found it yet, so he finished shopping this time and left with regret.
"The only thing on the whole street that matches the name of face is the mask that appeared at the stall before. Isn't he looking for a mask?" Yang Jian was shocked and glanced back slightly.
The stall selling masks is no longer there.
If so, this faceless man would probably be looking for a weird mask to use as his face.
"Where are you from, a resident of Taiping Town? Or are you from the supernatural world outside?" Yang Jian asked again.
But at this time, the faceless man reached out and wrote this sentence: "It's too late today, I left."
Yang Jian's next question was not answered.
To be continued...