Familiar room, familiar people.
In the dead of night, Yang Jian stood in the room and looked out the window, recounting a series of recent events.
All of this seems like a story, thrilling, terrifying, exciting... but it is more exciting than the story, because it really exists in reality, and Yang Jian is the protagonist in the story.
What he tells is exactly what he has experienced.
Yang Jian's narration is very detailed, down to every detail, making people feel like they are actually there.
At this moment, Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin were sitting at their desks, holding pens and recording all of this.
The sound of rustling writing echoed in the silent room.
The two of them said nothing and concentrated on doing their jobs.
The more they record, the deeper they understand the supernatural world. It is precisely because of this that they feel uneasy and afraid all the time. They even wonder if they know too much inside information and will one day be exposed.
Yang Jian tampered with his memory, or simply silenced him.
Sometimes they even wonder, have their memories been tampered with?
However, Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin longed to have their memories tampered with by Yang Jian, because maybe in this way they could gain this hard-won 'happiness' with peace of mind.
Yang Jian told the story late into the night.
Two people also recorded late into the night.
The contents of the two thick notebooks represent Yang Jian's life experience. He has never touched these two notebooks, never read them, and has not even verified whether there are any errors in the contents recorded by Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin.
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"Is the recording finished?" Yang Jian asked.
"The recording is over." Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin rubbed their sore arms.
Yang Jian said: "There are a lot of things this time, involving a lot of details. It is normal that there is a little more content. You can rest now. I have other things to do."
"Aren't you going to rest?" Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment: "It's already so late, it's hard to come back this time."
"I'm going to go back to Dazhou City to get back the things I left behind. I have to deal with the black umbrella tomorrow, and then I have to find a way to solve the problem of my ghost's resurrection. Now I only have eight days left before the ghost's resurrection."
Yang Jian looked at the brightly lit city in the distance.
"I have a lot to do, but I don't have much time left. I don't know if I can survive as successfully as before this time."
"It's definitely possible, I believe you." Jiang Yan vowed.
Yang Jian nodded, then his figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared completely into the room.
"He's gone." Zhang Liqin's tone revealed a sense of loss.
"Don't worry, no matter how many times he leaves, he will eventually come back. This is his home," Jiang Yan said.
at the same time.
Yang Jian, who quietly left Dachang City, returned to Dazhou City again.
That's that familiar spot.
It's just that the surrounding environment is completely different. There are no ghost ships, no ghosts, and only a bustling city scene.
Yang Jian stood in the open space in front of a building. There were many pedestrians walking back and forth around him, as well as some young people and children playing. It was impossible to tell that the place was dead silent a day ago, full of terror and despair.
"To deal with the black umbrella, I must get back my supernatural weapon, but the supernatural weapon is in the ancient house, and it fell next to Zhang Dong. If I directly break the boundary between reality and supernatural, maybe Zhang Dong, who has been revived by the evil ghost, will
Attack me directly and kill me. If Zhang Dong escapes from the ancient house and comes to reality, it will be even more of a big trouble."
Yang Jian started to think.
He had to think of a better way to get the things back.
Use those 1,200 water ghosts in the ghost lake?
No, it's useless to have too many. As soon as you enter the ancient house, Zhang Dong will be resurrected by the evil ghost to wipe out the supernatural and disappear directly.
"You can't rely on supernatural power to get back my things. It's best to use living people. Although living people may be erased after entering the ancient house, they may not be targeted by Zhang Dong."
Yang Jian decided to give it a try.
He walked to a place with fewer people and directly used the deceptive ghost's supernatural power and combined with the ghost's memory-modifying ability to resurrect a long-dead person.
Soon, the man opened his eyes and woke up.
"Yang Jian, is it you again?" Wang Shan rubbed his head at this moment: "Am I resurrected again? How many times has this been my death? What do you want me to do this time?"
"Everything you have to do is in your head, think about it carefully." Yang Jian said expressionlessly.
Yes, that's right, Yang Jian resurrected Wang Shan again.
The reason why I still choose Wang Shan is that it is easier to use, and there is no other meaning.
"Okay, I get it. Go to the old house and get your supernatural weapon back. I'll give it a try as much as possible, but you have to prepare a ladder for me. Otherwise, how can I get out of the old house after taking the things? I
He is not a ghost controller and does not have supernatural powers." Wang Shan said.
"No need, you will die in there anyway. I will respond from above the patio. Just get the things and throw them out. I will provide you with a light stick at most." Yang Jian said.
"Relationships are still a mission that leads to death." Wang Shan sighed.
Yang Jian said: "Stop talking nonsense and go in."
After saying that, he stepped forward and pushed Wang Shan.
Wang Shan staggered forward a few steps, and then the world around him suddenly changed. In just an instant, he had left Dazhou City and entered a supernatural land.
This is a dark and cold world, surrounded by a dense old forest. In the middle of the old forest sits an old Chinese-style wooden house.
And now Wang Shan is standing in this old house.
He glanced back.
The door behind him is closed tightly. It seems that there is no way to open it. Although the courtyard wall is not high, it cannot be climbed over. The only place to leave this ancient house is the patio, but in front of the patio is the lobby. In the middle of the lobby is the door.
Sitting on the black Taishi chair is currently the most ferocious ghost in the supernatural world.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! If it were a normal Wang Shan, he would definitely find a way to escape from here at this time, and it would be impossible to help Yang Jian pick up things.
But now that his memory has been tampered with, Yang Jian's mission has become his entire life and must be completed no matter what.
"It's not easy to be resurrected, but don't die after walking a few steps." Wang Shan muttered. He walked quickly towards the depths of the ancient house, and at the same time he raised the Yang Jianliu stick in his hand.
Give him a glow stick for lighting.
Walking among the gloomy old houses, he seemed not afraid at all.
After all, Wang Shan will die here regardless of whether the mission is completed, so he might as well act boldly.
"You can't see me, you can't see me..." Wang Shan murmured to himself. He had already arrived at the patio.
This was the only bright place in the ancient house, and he could see clearly without any lighting. At this location, he saw an old-fashioned wooden rudder, but that was not the goal of his trip, so Wang Shan did not pay too much attention to it.
Instead of paying attention, focus on the front.
Because the lobby shrouded in darkness in front is the most dangerous area.
Wang Shan didn't hesitate, he almost ran straight to the lobby.
The light from the glow sticks provides some visibility.
Wang Shan saw something falling on the ground.
It was a wooden spear that was broken into two sections. The red paint on the spear had faded and it looked very ordinary. There was nothing special about it at all.
And this thing is Yang Jian's supernatural weapon.
Without thinking, Wang Shan ran to the broken weapon and picked it up.
But at this moment, Wang Shan's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a black Taishi chair next to him.
On the Taishi chair, a terrifying old corpse that had been dead for many days was slowly turning its head.
"Oh, it's over now."
Wang Shan said, and then his body froze, and a terrifying supernatural force unreasonably wiped out his body.
This body made by the supernatural disappeared completely without leaving any trace.
The only thing left in the ancient house was the glowing fluorescent stick.
To be continued...