Countless ghosts holding red and black lanterns were standing motionless around the young man in Tang suit. Not far away, a ghost wearing a blood-red coat, the father of the little girl, was staring here with flashing crimson pupils.
Lin Qian looked at Coco running over, her eyes flickered, and without saying anything, she picked up Coco and put it on her shoulders, rubbed Coco's little head, and her face twitched twice:
"Keke, you said you wanted to call mom over? Is this true?"
Under the dim sky, Lin Qian asked this question calmly, but the twitching corners of his eyes said everything. Keke hugged Lin Qian's neck with a smile on her face. After hearing her father ask this, her eyes felt a little aggrieved.
:
"Dad doesn't like mom anymore?"
Looking at the aggrieved Coco, Lin Qian fell silent. This was a bit hard to answer. To be honest, does he like the Cunning Bride? Is it possible for people to like joking? If he doesn't see the Cunning Bride, he will die for her even if he is worthy of her.
Yeah, I still like it...
I really don’t like this thing, it’s too deadly. When I read folk tales in the past, I quite admired Ning Caichen for actually daring to be a ghost. Now that I know what a ghost is, I appreciate it even more...
But appreciation is appreciation, and asking him to imitate it reminds me of the horror of the treacherous bride, well...
Forget it, he can't do such a thing, it's not because he's afraid of the Cunning Bride, it's just a different aesthetic. Although the Cunning Bride has become incredibly beautiful after completing the puzzle of ghost blood, he feels that he is still
I like more living people...
After all, living people are safer, and the mysterious bride is too scary...
"Dad, why don't you speak? Do you really not like mom anymore?"
Seeing Ke Ke's aggrieved look on the verge of tears, she was obviously very sad about the fact that Lin Qian didn't like the Cunning Bride. Lin Qian had a headache, but it was hard to tell if this was true. But seeing Ke Ke's aggrieved look, Lin Qian
Qian is helpless:
"Let's fool her first. If we really say that we don't like the Cunning Bride, Coco will probably die of grief."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian rubbed Coco's little head and said helplessly:
"How could it be? How could dad not like mom? Mom is so beautiful, but dad likes her very much."
Yes, I like her very much. Why don't I like her? I like her so much that I have to run away when I meet her...
When Coco heard that her father liked her mother, she immediately smiled and hugged her father's neck very happily.
Lin Qianqian didn't say anything when he saw Keke like this. He just felt a pain in his head. He looked at the ghosts holding lanterns around him, his eyes were thoughtful, and he looked at the young man holding a black oil paper umbrella, and there was something in his eyes.
gloomy:
"Can't you tell dad who this guy is?"
Hearing her father's question, Keke looked at the young man in Tang suit, and his face suddenly became angry:
"Dad, this is a bad uncle. It's this bad uncle who didn't let Coco go to find his father. Otherwise, Coco would have found his father long ago. And just now, Coco said that his father is very powerful. This bad uncle didn't believe it and even laughed at Coco. But he's so bad.
broken."
Hearing Keke's words, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes with deep thought. The young man in Tang suit's scalp was about to explode. The moment he saw Keke's father, he felt that Lin Qian was just a ghost, not a ghost at all.
Living people, that sense of crisis is simply despairing.
The young man in Tang suit looked at Lin Qian and swallowed, remembering what the little guy had just said that her mother seemed to be more fierce and even her father was afraid. Now she was looking at the young man in a blood-red coat.
The young man in Tang suit only felt that what kind of existence should he be afraid of even this kind of existence? Such a family would probably turn the world upside down.
Nowadays, the young man in Tang suit is very complicated, and he feels so bad. Now he is not only surrounded by a group of ghosts, but also stared at by a terrifying existence. He feels that he is going to be cold.
Especially when he heard that Coco complained to her father, he felt desperate and regretted his behavior just now...
Lin Qian looked at the silent young man without paying too much attention. He turned his head and looked behind him, frowning. Thinking of what just happened, his eyes darkened:
"If time is restarted at the same time, time will go backwards for a long time. If I didn't find something wrong and gave up the restart in advance, God knows where I would be pushed back in time."
Thinking of just now, Lin Qian couldn't help but feel a little frightened:
"Fortunately, it was discovered too early. I just returned to the coffin. Otherwise, God knows what would have happened. Restarting time is really a taboo ability. Going back in time is too terrifying..."
When the old man was restarting time at the same time, he saw something so weird that even the things he was afraid of felt creepy when he thought about it now.
Lin Qian couldn't help but think of a saying, those who play with time will be played by time...
Shaking his head, Lin Qian dismissed these thoughts and looked up at the sky not far away. From here, he could see Dajiang City, with many tall buildings, lanterns fluttering in mid-air, and the bloody waning moon standing in the sky.
.
"As the headquarters said, it has affected the entire Dajiang City. Because of the death of the troupe leader, there was no backup plan, and the ghost show got out of control."
The countless fierce ghosts holding lanterns around them were motionless. The scarlet lanterns were flashing with strange red light, and darkness was intertwined. Lin Qian's face was gloomy:
"It's such a mess. It's going to be a bit troublesome to solve this supernatural incident. If we don't solve the evil ghost, we can't even try to solve this supernatural incident."
"But if I want to deal with that old thing, I can't do it at the moment. Restarting is too unsolvable..."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian felt very bad. Looking at the fierce ghosts around him, his mood became even worse:
"Let's deal with these ghosts first. After we deal with these, we will find a way to deal with that old guy."
Ignoring the young man in Tang suit who stood motionless with sweat on his forehead, Lin Qian took out a painting from his pocket, which showed a young man and a bride.
Not paying attention to the bride in the painting, Lin Qian placed the painting on the ground. A flash of blue and red flashed, and the ghost realm instantly filled the surrounding area, shrouding all the surrounding ghosts. Starving ghosts with blood-red pupils appeared in the ghost realm.
Walk towards the ghosts holding lanterns.
After doing all this, Lin Qian looked at the young man in Tang suit with an unkind look in his eyes. After thinking for a while, a flash appeared in front of the young man in Tang suit.
A red stool suddenly appeared, and Lin Qian sat on it without looking, leaned on the stool, lit a cigarette, and curled up with Cocoa with a proud face in her arms.
Lin Qian rubbed Coco's head and looked at the person in front of him with interest:
"Tell me, where did you come from? I remember that there is no one with your strength in Dajiang City."
Feeling the aura of the young man in Tang suit, Lin Qian's eyes flashed:
"It's still an anomaly, which is rare in this period."
The young man in Tang suit looked at the starving ghosts that kept appearing around him, and at the fierce ghosts that were being eaten by the starving ghosts without resisting. He swallowed and became a little timid. He held the black umbrella and did not dare to move:
"Who are you? There is no one like you in Dajiang City."
"Haha, please clarify the situation. I am asking you, not you."
The young man in Tang suit was silent. He stared at the young man sitting on the red stool and smoking a cigarette. He was very afraid. He knew what that stool was and he had also sat on it, so he knew what was on the stool.
Looking at this young man with a leisurely look, the young man in Tang suit was silent for a long time before speaking:
"My name is Fang Chengshi, and I am a native of Dajiang City."
"Oh, Fang Chengshi, a local."
Looking at Fang Chengshi's Tang suit, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes:
"Looking at the Tang suit you are wearing, it must be a ghost. It looks quite scary. As far as I know, there is only one tailor shop that can make clothes from a ghost."
"Tell me, where did the clothes come from? Are they bought or customized?"
Hearing this, Fang Chengshi's expression changed. Looking at the young man with narrowed eyes and a smile, a chill came into his heart:
"How did he know about the tailor shop and that it can be customized? Except for some old guys who know about grandpa's tailor shop, the younger generation doesn't know about it at all."
Thinking of this, Fang Chengshi suddenly had a guess in his mind:
"Could it be that this guy has a heritage like me? But how is this possible? Grandpa said that there are very few people in this era who have the same heritage as him, and he basically knows who these people are."
According to the people he knew, there was no such terror at all, so where did this guy come from and how did he know about the tailor shop.
Thinking of this, Fang Chengshi was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and asked:
"Who are you and why do you know about the tailor shop?"
Seeing Fang Chengshi asking, Lin Qian grinned:
"It seems that you have some relationship with that tailor shop. Since there is some relationship, it doesn't matter if I tell you who I am. Anyway, I will go to the tailor shop in the future and you will know it by then."
Having said this, Lin Qian exhaled a puff of smoke, and heard the sound of starving ghosts eating powerful ghosts. In his ghost domain, all the powerful ghosts were suppressed. There were too many ghosts to eat, and the killing patterns were also different.
many.
"Now let's get to know Lin Qian, the person in charge of Dajiang City. Currently, the entire Dajiang City is my territory, so tell me what your relationship is with the tailor shop."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Fang Chengshi's pupils shrank:
"The person in charge of Dajiang City, isn't the person in charge of Dajiang City a ghost controller named Liu Xuan? When did the person in charge change? The person in charge of Dajiang City, Lin Qian, is not the temporary person in charge of Dajiang City..."
"Lin Qian, wait a minute, isn't he the Lin Qian Liu Xuan said he never came to take office!"
Thinking of this, Fang Chengshi couldn't believe it. He didn't expect that the headquarters still had such strength:
"Are you Lin Qian, the Lin Qian who never came to take office?"
"Oh, you know me?"
Lin Qian looked at Fang Chengshi with some surprise. He didn't expect that this guy had heard of him. He had kept such a low profile, and there were still people who had heard of him.
"Listen, I've heard of it. I heard Liu Xuan mention it before..."
"Oh, that's right, that makes sense."
Lin Qianman said nonchalantly. Seeing the hungry ghosts putting some lanterns into the paintings around him, he couldn't help but feel a little more comfortable. These lanterns are also ghosts, but because the degree of terror is limited, for him
It's just a supernatural item.
These lanterns have some uses. As long as the person holding the lantern survives, during the time when the lantern changes color, he will be regarded as the same kind by the evil spirits and will not be attacked. This is very practical.
But if this thing is held by a ghost, it will be a bit scary. The ghost holding a lantern will be led by the lantern to find a living person. As for what will happen if a living person is found, you don’t have to think about it...
After finishing the cigarette in his hand, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Chengshi:
"What's the relationship with the tailor shop? Let's talk about it. If the relationship is not bad, I'll let you go for the sake of an old guy."
Feeling the sense of crisis coming towards his face, Fang Chengshi swallowed his saliva. Listening to what this guy meant, if he couldn't explain what happened today, he would kill himself without hesitation.
"My grandfather is the owner of the tailor shop. My grandfather said that when he dies, the tailor shop will be mine, so you can also understand that I am now the future owner of the tailor shop."
Lin Qian looked up and down at the young man in Tang suit and was a little surprised:
"The future owner of the tailor shop? So weak?"
Fang Chengshi was a little embarrassed. He held the black umbrella and didn't know what to say. Lin Qian didn't care. He looked at Fang Chengshi casually, threw away the cigarette butt, and stood up from the stool:
"You're lucky that you survived. I'm more of a stickler for my word."
After saying that, Lin Qian looked at the entrance of the theater troupe and frowned:
"Come out, the old man is really haunted. There are so many ordinary people alive here who don't want to kill him, but come to me."
Lin Qian's face looked a little ugly. He looked around and saw that the starving ghosts were still devouring the fierce ghosts. He collected the lanterns one by one:
"Leave first and deal with it later. It's a bit difficult to deal with the source of the ghost show at the center. It's unrealistic to act recklessly without thinking of a way to deal with the old man. But before leaving, we have to catch some ghosts and run them away.
I only got four ribs for the upper umbrella, which are really a bit short."
Lin Qian's purpose this time was to get the umbrella ribs. If he didn't get the umbrella ribs, then his trip would be in vain. Thinking of this, Lin Qian took out a painting from his pocket, which showed a big red coffin, and looked at it.
Lin Qian had a guess about this coffin, but she didn't know if it was feasible.
So he had to find someone to ask, and only after he got the accurate answer would he deal with the source ghost, which was the old man...
After putting the painting away, Lin Qian didn't pay attention to Fang Chengshi, who looked uneasy, or the stool that disappeared. He turned to look in the direction of the stage, where twelve opera ghosts stood.
Each of the twelve opera ghosts had a red umbrella bone inserted into their heads. Lin Qian narrowed his eyes, and the ghost realm filled the air, forcibly covering the entire stage, enveloping all twelve opera ghosts into the ghost realm.
The moment the ghost domain covered the twelve opera ghosts, Lin Qian's pupils shrank, and he turned his head sharply to look at the entrance to the backstage. There was an old man wearing a large black and green costume, with skinny skin and hollow pupils.
Coming this way.
"Here we go, this old guy is really haunted."
The moment he saw the old man, Lin Qian's body flickered and disappeared directly. The ghost realm flickered and turned into a rainbow light passing by.
A crack suddenly appeared in the sky. Qinghong rushed out of the crack and disappeared under the blood moon. Also disappearing were the ghosts on the stage and those holding lanterns.
This is the behavior of walking around and packing when you can’t eat...
The darkness spread, the old man stopped in place, the drama reappeared, the coldness and ominousness spread, and the screams and screams kept coming.
The old man stayed there for a while, as if he had lost his target. When he heard the screams of the survivors, the old man moved and walked towards the auditorium...