Yang Jian looked at the photo in his hand with something strange in his eyes. Only now did he understand why Lin Qian chose to let the headquarters ghost him. It turned out to be because of this.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help but wrinkled. He couldn't understand why Lin Qian said that the ghost painting would be taken away by the Cunning Bride. Is this ghost so scary?
Looking at Lin Qian smoking, Yang Jian asked:
"Will the ghost painting be taken away? Why does this happen? Is the horror level of the Creepy Bride higher than that of the ghost painting?"
Lin Qian turned the steering wheel in his hand, turned around an intersection, and stretched out his hand. Yang Jian handed him a cigarette. Lin Qian held it in his mouth, took the lighter, and lit the cigarette.
Smoke filled the car. Lin Qian opened the window and waved his hand to disperse the smoke. Looking at the retreating street, Lin Qian shook his head and said to Yang Jian:
"Sometimes, the terror of the ghost cannot determine everything."
Lin Qian turned to look at Yang Jian:
"I've seen the ghost you control. Is your ghost still missing a head?"
Yang Jian heard Lin Qian suddenly talk about the headless ghost. Although he was a little confused, he still nodded:
"Well, one head is missing. That's what happened when this ghost was imprisoned. What do you mean, this ghost still has a head outside?"
Lin Qian reached out the window and flicked the cigarette ashes, nodded and said:
"There is indeed a head out there. If I guess correctly, your ghost head left right under your nose."
Hearing Lin Qian's guess, Yang Jiantong shrank fiercely and frowned:
"How could it be possible? We had confirmed at that time that there were only headless ghosts in the mall and no other ghosts."
Hearing what Yang Jian said, Lin Qian smiled and thought:
"Don't you know if I don't know? I have read the book after all. The head of the headless ghost left with Master Luo."
Lin Qian would not say this if he thought it. He was not present when Yang Jian got the headless ghost. If he said it like this, Yang Jian might wonder if he was possessed by human skin paper.
"Let's not talk about whether there are ghosts in the shopping mall. It is meaningless to talk about. It is just my guess. After all, I am not there."
When Yang Jian heard Lin Qian's words, his brows furrowed deeper and his eyes flickered:
"Lin Qian must know something, otherwise he wouldn't be so sure that the headless ghost has a head outside, and even directly guessed that the head of the headless ghost appeared in that shopping mall."
Seeing Yang Jian's expression, Lin Qian rubbed his eyebrows, shook his head helplessly and said:
"Don't worry about this. Let me talk about your headless ghost first."
Seeing Lin Qiandu say this, Yang Jian's brows relaxed a little, and he didn't think about it. He listened quietly to Lin Qian's words.
Lin Qian flicked the ash from his cigarette and continued:
"Your current ghost shadow already has five ghost eyes. They were sent out when you controlled this ghost in Huanggang Village, right?"
Yang Jian nodded:
"Well, that's right."
"So now the headless ghost is more terrifying than the head of the headless ghost?"
Yang Jian nodded again, his face still a little confused. He seemed to have thought of something, but he was not sure:
"That's true."
After hearing Yang Jian's answer, Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian:
"If you encounter the head of the headless ghost before you kill it, do you think you should control it to complete the supernatural power, or should it seize your headless ghost and then complete the supernatural power?"
After Yang Jian heard Lin Qian's words, Tong Kong shrank suddenly and turned to look at Lin Qian. He thought that the ghost paintings that Lin Qian had said before would be taken away, and he suddenly understood:
"The ghost painting is the supernatural puzzle piece of the Creepy Bride, so after you meet the Creepy Bride, if your supernatural level is not high enough, your ghost painting will be taken away!"
Lin Qian nodded, a haze flashed in his eyes:
"The ghost painting is indeed the puzzle piece of the Creepy Bride, and the woman in the ghost painting is the Creepy Bride. Logically speaking, what I told you is indeed true. If I meet the Creepy Bride now, I will 90% finish it."
"So for me, the Tricky Bride is a natural disaster. There is no way to face it directly, so I need two coffin nails to prevent the worst outcome."
Having said this, Lin Qian smiled and looked at Yang Jian:
"So now you know why I didn't give you a nail in the coffin."
Hearing Lin Qian's explanation, Yang Jian nodded. He really understood now and knew that Lin Qian definitely needed coffin nails. Looking at Lin Qian who looked a little lazy, Yang Jian suddenly asked curiously:
"How did you meet the ghost painting?"
Hearing Yang Jian's question, Lin Qian rubbed his eyebrows and felt a little melancholy:
"One sunny morning, I woke up from my sleep. After I woke up, I planned to go to school. Then as soon as I walked to the living room, I saw a ghost painting hanging on the door, and then I entered the ghost painting."
Listening to Lin Qian's answer, Yang Jian fell silent. He turned to look out the window, opened the car window, lit a cigarette, and started smoking. After a long time, Yang Jian finally uttered a sentence:
"You are much more "lucky" than me..."
Hearing Yang Jian's words, Lin Qian's face turned dark:
"You have the nerve to accuse me, didn't you also encounter a ghost knocking on the door at school? Aren't we both the same when it comes to luck?"
Yang Jian shook his head and said:
"No, it's different. Strictly speaking, the ghost knocking incident was caused by me. I triggered the killing pattern of the ghost knocking, so the ghost knocking incident occurred."
"But you are different. I can confirm that you have never seen ghost paintings. If you have never seen ghost paintings, how could you trigger the killing pattern of ghost paintings? How could ghost paintings appear on the door of your house?"
"So, you are still more lucky than me..."
Lin Qian: "..."
"Yang Jian, isn't it good for you to gloat about misfortune..." Lin Qian said quietly.
Yang Jian blew out a puff of smoke, turned away from Lin Qian, and said nothing, thinking in his heart:
"Lin Qian is really lucky. He got involved in the ghost painting for no reason. Compared to me, he is not that good. His luck is really bad. He just encountered an A-level supernatural event and a ghost knocking on the door. He is not as good as Lin Qian.
With good luck, I experienced S-level supernatural events and ghost paintings at the beginning..."
Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian's gloating look and was speechless. Damn it, is this the legendary bad friend? It's really bad enough...
Throwing the cigarette butt in his hand out of the window, the golden sun fell on his face, feeling warm. After passing an intersection, Lin Qian saw a young man leaning on a telephone pole with his hands folded across his chest and an extremely arrogant expression.
Even from a distance, one could feel the aura of Zhonger coming towards his face. Seeing this young man, the corner of Lin Qian's mouth twitched:
"Why did this guy come to Dachang City?"
Yang Jian also saw this young man, and when he heard Lin Qian's words, he couldn't help but be a little confused:
"you know?"
Lin Qian rubbed his eyebrows:
"Yes, I know a guy who is in the late stage of Chuunibyou. But even though he is a Chuunibyou, he is quite capable. Without any means, I really can't beat him."
Hearing Lin Qian say this, Yang Jian was a little stunned: