The sun shone on the street. Yang Jian looked at the high bulge in his belly. Yang Jian was a little curious. What did he eat to have such a big belly? But suddenly, Yang Jian saw the high bulge. A human face actually appeared on Lin Qian's belly. The face was squirming through the belly, as if it would tear open Lin Qian's belly at any time and come out.
Seeing this sudden change, Yang Jian's eyes froze:
"This is a ghost! A ghost that was eaten by a starving ghost!"
Li Jun looked at the motionless young man lying on the ground with a solemn expression:
"Is this really Lin Qian? His condition doesn't seem to be good. Is something going to happen?"
Wang Xiaoming looked at everything in front of the gymnasium, pushed up his glasses and said nothing. At this time, Xiong Wenwen had climbed out of the car and hid behind Yang Jian.
Xiong Wenwen still had a look of horror on his face, looking at the starving ghost not far away with fear. Just now, he used his ability to see that the person they said was Lin Qian, the first time he saw him He immediately wanted to eat him. If he hadn't been hiding behind Yang Jian, he might have been eaten.
So when Xiong Wenwen saw this scene, he hid behind Yang Jian without hesitation.
After hearing Li Jun's words, everyone was silent for a while. No one spoke, and they just looked at Lin Qian who fell to the ground.
At this time, Lin Qian's eyes were flashing with pain. Feeling the strange aura not far away, Lin Qian turned slightly. When he saw Yang Jian and the others through the ghost realm, Lin Qian relaxed slightly. He sighed, turned his head again, and slowly closed his blue-black eyes.
Ignoring them, he had to deal with some things now.
When everyone not far away saw Lin Qian turning to look at them, they felt a little creepy. When those blue-black eyes stared at them, they could clearly feel the coldness.
When Lin Qian looked away, Xiong Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief.
The current front door of the stadium is very strange. There is a starving ghost lying on the ground, three ghosts nailed to the coffin, photos scattered on the ground, and a ghost camera wrapped in red thread.
Yang Jian looked at all this, his eyes flickering, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, a flash of red light flashed, Yang Jian appeared next to Lin Qian, squatted down and looked at Lin Qian's miserable appearance at the moment and said:
"How is the situation? Will you die?"
Lin Qian opened her eyes, turned to look at Yang Jian, and twitched the corners of her mouth:
"It's not bad, I can't die, it's just a little troublesome."
Speaking of this, Lin Qian looked at the photos scattered on the ground:
"Help me pick up my lower body. There is a ghost in my belly. The level of horror is a bit high. The supernatural power of the starving ghost has not completely disappeared and there is no way to heal it."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian's lower body and twitched the corner of his mouth:
"Did you just swallow a ghost?"
"Well, if I hadn't swallowed this ghost, I might have died inside. This time, I was plotted by an old man. In order to kill me, the old man actually completed half of the puzzle pieces of a ghost in the park. "
"Well, that's the female corpse that was nailed to the coffin."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Yang Jian frowned and turned to look at the female corpse. After a closer look, there was indeed something wrong, but Yang Jian didn't care too much:
"Someone would attack an Interpol police officer? Does he want to be wanted?"
As Yang Jian spoke, he used the headless ghost to piece together Lin Qian's lower body. The process went surprisingly smoothly, and there was no supernatural collision.
As Yang Jian put Lin Qian's lower body together, Lin Qian's eyes closed instantly. When they closed, Lin Qian said to Yang Jian:
"Then I don't care what Interpol is. You want to kill me for more than a day or two. You go farther away first. It may be dangerous later, and the supernatural collision may be serious."
When Yang Jian heard this, his red light flashed and he appeared directly on the street opposite, and then looked at Lin Qian quietly.
Zhao Jianguo and Cao Yanhua originally saw Yang Jian passing by and wanted to go there to understand the situation. However, before they could take any action, they saw that Yang Jian just helped Lin Qian's lower body to be spliced and left directly.
Seeing this situation, they did not take any action and just watched quietly.
At this moment, Lin Qian closed his eyes and stretched out a hand from the starving ghost's chest. But at the moment when he stretched out his hand, a coldness filled the hand, and then
The hand began to rot. In just the blink of an eye, the hand rotted into a puddle of black and smelly blood.
As this change occurred, one of the photos scattered on the ground suddenly burst into flames. In less than a second, the photo burned up, leaving a pool of gray ash on the spot.
Wang Xiaoming looked at all this with a calm expression. He pushed up his glasses and a light flashed in his eyes:
"Is it a supernatural collision of ghost paintings, and maybe a starving ghost? What situation did Lin Qian encounter this time, and how did it end up like this?"
"Having mastered the ghost painting and the starving ghost at the same time, it turned out like this, so this supernatural incident..."
Wang Xiaoming looked at the starving ghost who was still changing, rubbed his eyebrows, and was not thinking about anything. He would see if he could ask Lin Qian later, hoping he could tell him.
After the sudden burning of the photo, the shroud that had been torn into several pieces on the starving ghost's body began to slowly heal, very slowly, and the rot on the body also slowly disappeared.
At this time, among the photos scattered on the ground, in one photo, a hand suddenly stretched out, then a head, and then the entire body.
But within a short while, Lin Qian, wearing a casual suit, stood beside the hungry ghost. Looking at the hungry ghost lying on the ground, Lin Qian's eyes were cold:
"Zhang Xianguang, old man, wait, aren't you planning a ghost painting? For the ghost painting, you even created a woman who looks exactly like the ghost painting. It's okay, she will die..."
Lin Qian looked at the photos scattered on the ground, then looked at the coffin nails next to him, rubbed his eyebrows, picked up two photos from the ground, and walked to the coffin nails:
"Put it in the photo first, wait until the hungry ghost digests the ghost, and then feed it to the hungry ghost. If the hungry ghost cannot digest the ghost in a short period of time, then put it in the ghost painting and increase the number of paintings.
quantity."
Lin Qian pulled out the coffin nails, looked at Yang Jian who appeared next to him, was silent for a while, and asked knowingly:
"Have you seen this thing before?"
Yang Jian looked at the coffin nails in Lin Qian's hand, not paying attention to the two children who were nailed to the coffin nails, and his eyes flickered:
"Yes, I have seen it before. I saw it at Hongfa Temple. At that time, I saw the coffin nails nailed to a ghost."
After saying this, Yang Jian was silent for a while and continued:
"Now the ghost is gone, and the coffin nails are gone too."
When Lin Qian heard what Yang Jian said, he smiled and put the coffin nails into the painting in front of Yang Jian, not caring what Yang Jian might think:
"Well, after I killed the starving ghosts, didn't my ghost domain cover the entire Dachang City? At that time, I found a coffin nail on the roof of a small building. It might be the one you mentioned.