After Yang Jian disappeared and left, the ancestral hall in Taiping Town did not remain silent.
On the contrary, after He Yin'er summoned the souls of those old people from the Republic of China period, she became more and more certain that Yang Jian had been able to completely end the supernatural era, so she could completely relieve herself of the responsibility of being a soul summoner.
"It's time to say goodbye to everything in the past."
He Yin'er looked in the direction where Yang Jian disappeared, and then walked into the ancestral hall again.
this day.
Layers of strange smoke floated in the originally silent and empty ancestral hall, and many people emerged from the smoke. The clothes of those people were completely different from what people wear now, as if they were separated by decades.
Some residents of Taiping Town heard various lively sounds coming from the ancestral hall. Some people were laughing loudly, some were playing, and some were singing happily... It seemed that the ancestral hall was considered a forbidden place.
A grand banquet is being held, and there are many people participating
But the time of joy is very short.
After a while, all those lively sounds disappeared and never sounded again.
After that day, all the spiritual tablets in the ancestral hall disappeared.
He Yin'er, who had been staying at the ancestral hall, also disappeared.
No one knows where she went or what happened that day.
I only know that Taiping Town has become less mysterious and more defeated since then. It seems that this ancient town built sixty years ago has also come to the end of its life, and some so-called forbidden places that have always been tabooed by the locals have been
After the visit, there was nothing strange. The so-called weirdness was just a rumor spread by the older generation. It has no credibility at all.
However, on an antique street in Oyuan City, not far from Taiping Town.
A girl of about eleven or twelve years old was walking leisurely on the road at the moment. This girl's demeanor and temperament seemed incompatible with the people around her, and she had an indescribable sense of otherness.
Moreover, this girl was dressed a little weirdly. She was wearing a red cheongsam, a pair of high heels that were as bright as blood, and she was holding a pale paper umbrella in her hand.
The combination of red and white and the conflict of colors can, to a certain extent, attract the attention of people around you.
However, the nearby pedestrians seemed not to have seen the girl. Even when they passed by, they did not pay attention. It seemed that the girl was a ghost wandering in the city. Although she existed around her, she could not be seen.
The girl was humming a song softly as she walked. It was a tune from the Republic of China period, old and elegant.
"Is this what you look like in your third life? Should I call you Zhang Youhong, Liu Qingqing...or Sister Hong?" A cold voice suddenly echoed above the street.
The girl stopped and the old and elegant Republican tune came to an abrupt end. She raised her head and looked at the sky in surprise.
The sky was the same as usual, but a little different.
Because the sun above our heads is cold at this moment, without any warmth.
It's just that the pedestrians around didn't notice this detail.
"Yang Jian..." The girl smiled. Although she was young, her smile always showed a bit of frivolity and weirdness.
"Your appearance is always so surprising, but now my name is not Sister Hong, nor Zhang Youhong, nor Liu Qingqing. My name is Li Zimei, and now I not only have parents who love me, but also a
Naughty brother, didn’t you expect that an unfortunate person could have a happy family in the end?”
"Then cherish it, but I will always keep an eye on you..." The voice gradually faded away, until finally it could no longer be heard.
Then, the indescribable anomaly in the sky disappeared.
The sun overhead returned to its warmth again.
"Are you gone?" Li Zimei whispered softly, memories of the past emerging in her mind.
"Zhang Youhong? It's such an old name. If you didn't remind me, I would have almost forgotten that I once had such a name."
"The Republic of China... is so far away."
at the same time.
Dahan City, Shuangqiao Town.
In the teacher's office of a primary school.
An elegant man in his early thirties was sitting on a chair reading a newspaper.
The newspaper was recently released and has caused quite a stir in the world.
The content above is very different. Every line of the text reveals that there are terrifying ghosts in this world. Ordinary people cannot fight against them if they encounter them. For this reason, the author also cited a lot of evidence. In addition, the newspaper also teaches ordinary people how to deal with them when encountering them.
How to fight against evil spirits in times of danger.
The method is very simple and single, that is, when danger approaches, try to call out a name: Yang Jian.
"Yang Jian?" The man put down the newspaper with a smile on his face.
"But it is very painful for one person to endure the entire supernatural era. In the future, you will have to go alone, but I believe you can do it. After all, you are a real god now."
"Zhang Xianguang."
At this time, a voice came from outside the office. It was a woman about fifty. She shouted and urged: "Are you lazy to read the newspaper again? It's time to go to class. The students in the classroom are waiting."
"I'll come right away." Zhang Xianguang put down the newspaper in his hand, then stood up and said, "Also, don't call me by my name. Remember to call me teacher, Zhao Xiaoya."
"You look so young, wouldn't it make people more suspicious if I call you teacher?" Zhao Xiaoya said.
Zhang Xianguang suddenly smiled: "That's right, I almost ignored this."
He no longer cared about what had just happened, but got up and prepared to teach the students.
"By the way, let me tell you something. Recently, I have been sleeping longer and longer, and every time I feel like I have passed out. Yesterday, I slept for a full fifteen hours. You know what happened.
What's the matter?" Zhao Xiaoya asked.
Zhang Xianguang's smile suddenly faded, and then he said calmly: "Everyone who comes into contact with supernatural beings will become unfortunate. Your situation is the sequelae of staying in the ghost dream world, but don't be afraid, I will take care of it if something goes wrong.
of."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Even so, he knew in his heart that this was a sign that Zhao Xiaoya's life was coming to an end.
Sixty years have passed. It is a good thing that Zhao Xiaoya has not become senile under the influence of the supernatural. However, correspondingly, the negative influence of the supernatural must also be borne.
Maybe one night soon, Zhao Xiaoya will faint forever and never wake up again.
But Zhang Xianguang is not like this.
Even aliens will pass away one day.
And he can survive to this day purely because he has hardly used supernatural powers in the past sixty years, but even so, Zhang Xianguang feels that his limit is approaching.
After walking out of the office, Zhang Xianguang's body, bathed in the sunshine, looked slightly illusory at the moment, as if it would disappear at any time, but then the illusory body returned to normal again.
However, Zhang Xianguang didn't care about this. He glanced at the playground not far away where students were playing, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"This is enough."
He was satisfied and had no regrets. He just wanted to use his remaining value before the end of his life.
A few days later.
In the urban area of Dadong City, there is a long-established morning tea shop.
This morning, there was a person sitting at an inconspicuous table in the corner of the morning tea shop. This person was a man, wearing a suit. He was burying his head and eating crazily. In front of this man's table, he was eating like crazy.
There was a pile of empty plates and plates.
The nearby waiters looked at each other in shock when they saw this situation and did not dare to approach.
Because this man was very abnormal. Not only did he eat ten times more than a normal person, but he also looked very abnormal. His eyes were dull and lifeless, he was looking straight ahead, and he was exuding a smell all over his body.
There was a cold breath, as if...like a dead corpse.
"Go and call the boss." Seeing this situation, the waiter did not dare to make the decision without authorization.
I originally thought it was just a small matter, but I didn't expect that it would immediately attract the attention of the restaurant owner after I reported it.
soon.
A car drove to the door of the restaurant.
The car door opened, and a man of about sixty, with simple clothes and a serious expression walked out.
His name is Wang Ping. He has grown up in Dadong City since he was a child. He has been running this restaurant for decades. People who are familiar with him may only know him as the owner of the restaurant, but in fact he has another identity.
The fourth generation of the Wang family.
It's just that Wang Ping has hidden this identity for a long time, because in this peaceful era, he does not need to use the identity of the fourth generation of the Wang family.
At the same time, the waiter, manager and others came out of the restaurant to greet him.
However, Wang Ping did not walk into the restaurant directly. He cautiously stood in front of the door and looked inside.
Soon, Wang Ping smelled an unusual smell, and he immediately said: "Notify everyone to evacuate other guests in the restaurant. Our restaurant will bear all the losses of the guests. Don't disturb the guest who is still eating.
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"Okay, boss."
Soon, all the guests in the restaurant were evacuated.
The originally bustling restaurant suddenly became empty.
"You all stay outside, I'll go in and take a look." Wang Ping then ordered again.
Although everyone was confused, they still obeyed the instructions.
"After I saw the newspaper from a few days ago, I knew that the world had become unstable again."
Wang Ping frowned slightly, recalling in his mind his mother's teachings and his innate mission.
"Dealing with ghosts has always been the fate of the Wang family. Thanks to Yang Jian, I only met other supernatural beings for the first time when I was sixty."
"At my age, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Compared with my father Wang Chaling, I am lucky and happy."
Wang Ping thought as he walked into the restaurant.
But he is not alone, never has been.
As he continued to move forward, after getting rid of the gazes of others behind him, several cold black and white figures gradually appeared around Wang Ping.
Those figures are truly unwilling dead souls, and they are also extremely terrifying ghosts.
"Hungry, hungry..." The strange man in a suit at the table was murmuring at the moment. The food in front of him had been eaten up, but he still shouted "hungry" as if he was not full.
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"My name is Wang Ping, the fourth generation of the Wang family. Are you a human or a ghost?"
Wang Ping came to the table and stared at the man in a suit cautiously.