"Why is Zhao Kaiming telling me this? He doesn't have to disclose so much information to me."
"Furthermore, his attack on me was more like a test to test my ability, rather than a desperate determination to succeed. Otherwise, he would definitely cling to me and use the appearance of the source ghost to kill me.
He was dragged to death in school, after all, he can even enter my ghost realm, which means he can let other ghost babies in."
Yang Jian frowned.
I vaguely felt that Zhao Kaiming was deliberately reminding himself by talking so much nonsense, revealing the secret of the ghost next to him to prevent himself.
When did this guy become so kind?
"But according to what he said, he wants the ghost to seize the body of the starving ghost and resurrect it. This plan seems to be going smoothly... But it doesn't matter if the ghost succeeds, to me
They all look the same, they still have to deal with that starving ghost, but their identities have changed, there is no difference."
Yang Jian thought for a while, and since it had no impact on his actions, he just ignored it.
However, he was very quick to seize the time. Now Zhao Kaiming was fighting against the source ghost. If he could get the coffin nail before he died, he might be able to make a profit.
Just a few seconds.
Yang Jian has already appeared in the pedestrian street, which is where he was when he escaped from the school.
Very precise.
"Come and show me where that door is."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, his world was filled with scarlet, then red light flashed, and a school building suddenly appeared in front of him.
He is now standing at the school gate, with the situation of No. 7 Middle School in front of him.
This is to use the ghost world to simulate the scene when he was in school. In this way, he can find his original path.
"My current location is at the school gate. That's right. Over there is Wang Shanshan, over here is Zhang Wei, over there is Miao Xiaoshan... This is my location." Yang Jian confirmed it by replaying the scene.
own position.
"Starting now, I will go back to the toilet on the third floor."
Yang Jian can change his location at will through the ghost realm. He walked through the campus playground, but in reality he walked through an alley and turned to the teaching building, but in reality he passed by a road.
When we arrived at the teaching building, we were actually standing in front of a temple.
Hongfa Temple in Dachang City.
Walking up the third floor is actually walking up the three steps of this temple.
When I stood at the door of the toilet, I was actually standing in front of the main hall of this temple.
"Is the real address in this temple?" Yang Jian was stunned.
It's a bit unbelievable, but there should be no mistake in the positioning method of his reenactment of this scene. Even if there is a deviation, it cannot be much different. At most, it is within a range of about ten meters.
"I've been to Hongfa Temple several times before. It's a very small temple and it doesn't seem like it has that door."
"No, it's down there."
Through the ghost domain, Yang Jian found a basement under the Hongfa Temple. In the basement, he also saw several monks hiding from disasters. It seemed that this was a relatively hidden place in the temple, and only those inside knew about it.
Of course, he also saw the door.
Yang Jian walked in without hesitation and came directly to the basement.
It seems that the style of the basement does not look like it was built in modern times. It should be about the same era as Hongfa Temple, and it uses very old blue bricks.
At the end of the basement is the door.
Old wooden door.
But at this time, he saw that the old wooden door was covered with gold foil, closed tightly, and locked again.
"Someone has been here." Yang Jian thought to himself.
It was stuck with gold foil, and his ghost realm couldn't be affected. He could only tear it open, open the door and go in.
"Who, who is there?" Just as he was moving, a voice sounded from the dark passage.
A bald man in plain clothes came over with a flashlight after hearing the noise.
"You, what are you doing? If you don't let go quickly, the door can't be opened. Oh my god, how did you sneak in." The bald man was shocked when he saw Yang Jian's actions.
Yang Jian turned around and said, "Master, do you know what's inside this door?"
He recognized this bald man, the abbot of Hongfa Temple. He had seen him twice before when he came to visit.
"Don't ask so many questions, come here quickly." The bald master's face turned pale with fright, as if he knew there was something terrible inside.
However, Yang Jian did not stop and continued to tear off the gold foil; "I want to go in and get something, imprison this ghost in Dachang City, and solve this supernatural incident."
Hearing this, the bald master stopped and said, "Do you want to get that magic-conquering pestle?"
"The Demonic Pestle? No, it's the nail in the coffin." Yang Jian said.
But he thought about it for a moment, and it seemed that the two objects were almost similar in shape. Maybe the demon-subduing pestle mentioned by the bald master was the coffin nail.
"If you take away the Demon-Conquering Pestle, something very scary will come out." The bald-headed master said.
Yang Jian said, "If I don't take that thing, the whole Dachang City will be in danger. Master, you know a lot. Can you tell me who told me?"
"This is a secret passed down from generation to generation of Hongfa Temple. Only the abbots of the past generations know it. Are you sure you want to take that thing to save Dachang City?" the bald-headed master asked.
Yang Jian said: "I'm very sure, and I don't have that much time to explain to you. You can't stop me even if you want to. Master, it's better to save your worries."
The bald master's expression changed, and he finally let out a long sigh: "Then I won't stop you. You can go get the Demon-Conquering Pestle. The opportunity has come, and maybe it's time for the Demon-Conquering Pestle to be born."
Yang Jian was slightly startled. He looked at the monk and felt that he knew something.
A secret passed down from generation to generation?
This is somewhat similar to the dilapidated house from the Republic of China in Guanjiang Community.
It's a pity that the old man who guarded the house during the Republic of China died and has no successor. Otherwise, he would surely have discovered some unknown secrets.
"When I finish solving the incident in Dachang City, I will come back and talk to you, master, when I have time." Yang Jian tore off all the gold foil and pushed it gently.
The door opens.
The door lock breaks automatically.
A cold wind blew over, making people's hair stand on end, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.
"Young man, be careful. My dead master said there are evil spirits in there that were imprisoned by the previous monks." The bald monk trembled in fear.
"I know." After Yang Jian said that, he walked in directly.
He had been here once and didn't feel scared.
Sure enough, the guess was correct.
familiar place.
A desolate, lifeless dark space.
Behind him there was only a green wall that was moldy and covered with moss.
Ordinary people would definitely be scared to death if they walked into this place.
"The scratches are still there, so this is the right place."
Yang Jian looked back and saw that there were many hideous scratches on the wall, with blood remaining on them. Although it had turned black, judging from the traces, it seemed that they were only left a few months ago, not too long ago.
These scratches were left by Duan Peng and Zheng Fei who were brought in together by him in revenge.
Tick, tick~!
There was the sound of dripping water in the dark space.
Slight and small, but so obvious, especially clear in the dark environment.
Yang Jian didn't need to rely on his own eyes to see. The place was pitch dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. He opened his ghost eyes directly.
Under the ghost's eyes, the surroundings were no longer dark, and everything could be seen clearly.
A bone-white tree is rooted in the ground, with many strange things hanging on it, including dried human heads, old rags... But on the trunk of the white-bone tree, there is a three-meter-high nailed to the trunk of the tree.
huge black figure.
There is an outline of a person, but no facial features. It is just a condensed black shadow, a bit like a headless ghost.
But it is different from the headless ghost.
This thing has substance.
A rusty coffin nail penetrated the tall black shadow's chest and nailed it to the tree.
The ticking sound was the black blood dripping from the wound.
"I never thought I would come back here again one day." Yang Jian saw the head position of this huge black shadow.
There was a gap in that place, as if an eye was missing.
He knew that once this thing was released, it might be very terrifying, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He urgently needed this nail in the coffin.
In order to collect some information, he first took out his mobile phone and took several photos of this thing, so that he could study it for Wang Xiaoming later, so as not to know how to fight against this thing later.
"I really don't know whether it is right or wrong to release this thing to deal with the starving ghosts." Yang Jian hesitated in his heart, but he still reached out to get the coffin nails.
But when he was about to touch it, he hesitated, turned around and went to the door to pick up several pieces of gold foil that had just been torn off, and wrapped the things first.
Through the gold foil, Yang Jian grabbed one end of the coffin nail.
I don't know if it was because of the isolation of the gold foil, but he didn't feel anything special, but he still had to take precautions.
Because of the ghost baby, Yang Jian just pulled back.
The coffin nails that nailed the huge black shadow were successfully removed.