Seeing Lin Qian's livid face, Yang Jian disagreed and patted Lin Qian's shoulder with a comforting look:
"Brother, it's okay. It's not shameful to be afraid of your wife. If it were me, I would be afraid too, so it's not shameful. Don't worry, I won't look down on you..."
Lin Qian shook Yang Jian's hand away, and the corners of his eyes twitched:
"Yang Jian, you've had enough. If you want to give me back your wife, do you want me to give it to you?"
Forehead……
"Forget it, I think I'm pretty good now, single and happy..."
Lin Qian suddenly became too lazy to pay attention to this guy. He turned around and looked at Coco, feeling helpless:
"Anyway, don't let Coco call her mother. The horror of the treacherous bride is not something we can accept now..."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Yang Jian nodded, put away his joking attitude, and looked very solemn. He knew very well the horror of the strange bride. He knew it very well from the first time Lin Qian met the strange bride.
Got:
"Well, I'll keep an eye on Coco."
Lin Qian nodded, raised his head and stared at the stage not far away, his eyes flashing:
"Yang Jian, hold back those evil ghosts. Don't let them come to my side. It's best to take those evil ghosts away. The seven ghost candles here may be a bit exaggerated in their ability to attract evil spirits."
"If only a few evil ghosts come over, I can take out my hand and deal with them. If there are more, it will be hard to deal with. Don't let the boat capsize in the gutter, then everything will be over."
Yang Jian looked at the stage not far away with a solemn expression:
"I will try my best to take those ghosts as far away as possible, but you have to hurry up. I won't be able to delay them for long. I only have two white ghost candles on me, one of which was given by the headquarters last time."
"Even if there are enough ghost candles, there is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen. No one can explain the weirdness of the ghosts, so you have to be quick!"
"Well, after you attract all the ghosts away, I will start making arrangements. If everything goes well, it won't take long." Lin Qian nodded and said.
"I hope no accident will happen," Yang Jian said.
Suddenly the atmosphere became a little weird. Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian with a strange look. He always felt that these words were very familiar. Someone seemed to say it often...
Yang Jian felt Daolin Qian's strange gaze and suddenly felt a little confused:
"What's wrong? Did you forget something?"
"Oh...it's nothing, I just feel that what you just said is a bit familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere." Lin Qian answered casually.
Yang Jian was speechless, but he didn't care too much. He glanced around, as if he thought of something, and asked Lin Qian:
"By the way, do you have the items mentioned on the human skin paper with you? I also have the incense paper and money here. If you don't have the rest, there's nothing I can do about it."
Hearing Yang Jian's question, Lin Qian nodded and said:
"We basically have everything. Don't worry. I still have some paper money for incense candles and enough ghost candles. I basically have all the odds and ends."
"Well, it's best this way. Don't miss something when the time comes, and the joke will be big." Yang Jian said.
Lin Qian smiled and looked up at the sky. Looking through the ghost realm, he could see the sun hanging high in the sky, bright as silk. It was noon at this time.
"It's getting late, we have to start..."
After collecting all the starving ghosts, Lin Qian called Coco over, rubbed Coco's head, and had a smile on his face:
"Coco, you will follow your Uncle Yang Jian later. Do whatever he asks you to do. Remember to be obedient. Dad has to deal with some things. When he is done, he will come find you."
Coco, who was holding a red lantern, looked up at Lin Qian. Although her face was a little reluctant, she still nodded. She knew that her father had something very important to do:
"Well, Keke is obedient. Dad remembers to come to Keke early."
Lin Qian nodded, rubbing Coco's head, with a smile on his face:
"Well, Keke is so good."
After saying that, Lin Qian looked up at Yang Jian:
"I'll go first. Once I lure the old man away, you can start. I'll leave that to you."
Yang Jian nodded and didn't say anything. Nothing you said would work at this time, just do things honestly.
Lin Qian smiled, with a strange smile on his face. He looked down at Xiong Wenwen who was hiding behind Yang Jian and said:
"Little brat, do your best. When this thing is over, I won't hit you with the evil spirit's attention. You have to seize this opportunity."
Xiong Wenwen looked at Lin Qian with a pale face. When he heard Lin Qian say these words, his eyes suddenly lit up:
"You, are you serious? You don't lie to children?"
"hehe……"
Ignoring Xiong Wenwen, Lin Qian turned around and walked towards the outside of the building. He took one step and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant:
"The plan begins!"
Yang Jian stood by the tall building and looked at Lin Qian who appeared at the door of Chengxi Drama Academy. The lantern in his hand was flashing red and a ghost eye on his forehead was slowly turning.
After Lin Qian entered the Chengxi Drama Academy, Yang Jian's eyes deepened:
"Xiong Wenwen, just follow me later. Just do whatever I tell you. Your mission this time is not easy..."
Seeing Yang Jian's scary look, he knew that this plan would be terrifying. Lin Qian and Yang Jian didn't avoid him in the conversation just now, so he knew exactly what the two people wanted to do. Xiong Wenwen swallowed his saliva,
He stammered and said:
"Okay... okay, I will listen to you and whatever you say will be whatever you say."
Yang Jian nodded without saying anything. Now he was waiting for Lin Qian to attract hatred. As long as he succeeded in attracting hatred, he would immediately start planning.
Inside the Chengxi Drama Academy, Lin Qian walked away expressionlessly, not paying attention to the ordinary people dancing in the wind the moment he stepped into the Drama Academy.
The old man who was sitting motionless on the stage suddenly seemed to feel something. He slowly stood up from his chair and walked towards the stage with stiff steps.
Lin Qian stared at the old man walking down from the stage and raised his eyebrows:
"You are really persistent. Didn't you just take some things from you? As for coming to me as soon as you see me?"
Lin Qian walked towards the other side of the Drama School. She had no choice but to confront the old man head-on now, and waited until Yang Jian attracted all the evil spirits away before speaking.
At this moment, five or six evil ghosts were still performing on the stage, and under the stage, hundreds of evil ghosts carrying lanterns were sitting upright on red benches, listening to the show, and they were very motionless and behaved.
Lin Qian looked at all this and didn't care. He took out a black and red flower mask from the painting in his pocket and put it on his face. The moment the mask touched his face, Lin Qian only felt a slight chill. Other than that, he felt a slight chill.
Nothing else happened outside.
On the top of the tall building, Yang Jian's eyes flickered after he discovered that the evil ghost on the stage had followed Lin Qian away. He knew that the plan had officially begun.
The ghost eyes on their foreheads flashed red, and with a flash of red light, Yang Jian, Xiong Wenwen, and Coco disappeared instantly. When they appeared, they were already at the west gate of the Chengxi Drama Academy.
"Xiong Wenwen, after I light the ghost candle, follow Keke in front of me, and remember not to look back."
Yang Jian ordered Xiong Wenwen with a solemn expression, then turned to Coco and said:
"Keke, watch Xiong Wenwen later. He is weak. Don't let him die accidentally."
Coco nodded, with an expression that said she would be fine with me:
"Well, well, don't worry, I will protect him."
Yang Jian nodded, without saying anything, and walked directly into Chengxi Drama Academy. After stepping into the door, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and did not continue forward.
Pass a red ghost candle to Xiong Wenwen:
"Hold it. If you feel there is any danger, light it yourself. After lighting it, run forward quickly and don't affect the burning of the white ghost candle."
Xiong Wenwen took the scarlet-blooded ghost candle, and a faint smell of corpse smell loomed in the ghost candle:
"Okay, okay...I understand."
Ignoring Xiong Wenwen, Yang Jian took out a gold lighter, looked up at the scene under the stage, and swallowed. This amount was indeed too much.
However, with the protection provided by Lin Qian, the use of the ghost realm, and the fact that Coco was by his side, he basically didn't panic.
He took out a white ghost candle, hesitated for a while, and lit it directly. Suddenly, a coldness filled the air, and the pale candlelight enveloped the three of them.
At the moment when the ghost candle was lit, the five or six opera ghosts who were singing on the stage stopped their movements one after another, and all looked at the east gate. In less than a breath, the five or six opera ghosts walked straight away.
Walking towards Yang Jian and the others.
Not only these five or six opera ghosts, but also the hundreds of ghosts carrying lanterns under the stage suddenly stood up and walked towards the east gate.
A grand and strange night march of hundreds of ghosts begins...
Looking at this scene, Yang Jian suddenly felt his scalp numb. Without saying a word, he turned around and left with the ghost candle:
"MD, this posture..."
Xiong Wenwen's face was pale at this moment, and he followed Coco closely. The flickering red light of the lantern shrouded the two of them, and the hand holding the ghost candle was covered with sweat.
Keke, on the other hand, had a curious look on his face, bouncing ahead and looking back at the ghosts following them from time to time.
Yang Jian looked at Keke's heartless look and twitched his lips. Sure enough, someone who could be Lin Qianhe's daughter was not a normal person.
He is holding a ghost candle in his left hand and a lantern in his right hand. The ghost eyes on his forehead are turning restlessly. All the ghost eyes on his body have already appeared. The ghost eye on the back of his head is staring at the upper body behind him.
Hundreds of fierce ghosts...
A hundred ghosts walk at night, and strangers avoid them.
In this way, Yang Jian passed through hundreds of ordinary people singing operas and walked towards the edge of Dajiang City. From here to the suburbs, across Dajiang City, this road is the longest and the least crowded...
In the drama school, Lin Qian expressionlessly restored the twisted body, not caring about the instant decay of the body. After seeing the sudden appearance of the old man and the instant recovery of stiffness, Lin Qian showed a smile on his lips.
Looking towards the direction of the stage, he found that all the ghosts were walking towards the east gate. He immediately understood that Yang Jian had started to take action.
"The efficiency is good, this kind of teammate is called a teammate."
After regaining his composure, Lin Qian showed a smile and took the old man for a walk around the drama school before returning to the stage.
After seeing that all the ghosts had left the Drama School and were far away from the Drama School, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man walking slowly not far away.
He took out a painting from his pocket, and a coffin suddenly appeared on the stage. Opening the coffin, Lin Qian quickly took out seven white ghost candles and lit them.
The moment the seven ghost candles were lit, an extremely huge candlelight filled the stage, and the coldness spread. Looking at all this, Lin Qian frowned and turned to look outside the Drama Academy.
"Fortunately, the distance is far enough. Fortunately, I took the old man around in a circle. Otherwise, with the burning of the seven ghost candles, Yang Jian might not have attracted Loneliness."
Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the old man walking step by step. He took out the incense candle paper money from the painting and placed them in front of the coffin.
Even for the sake of effect, Lin Qian took out a bowl of rice dumplings and placed it in front of the coffin. After doing all this, Lin Qian's body was instantly twisted into twists by an irresistible force.
A flash of green and red flashed, and his body instantly returned to its original shape. Lin Qian looked at the old man walking slowly, took out a black oil paper umbrella from the painting, and opened it directly. His body flashed green and red, and his body's constant distortion returned to form.
Infinite restart, according to the method on the human skin, he is restarting at the moment.
Sure enough, the human skin paper did not lie. After the continuous restart, the old man was no longer walking towards him, but was attracted by the seven ghost candles. Although the old man's attacks never stopped, it was no longer important.
.
As long as the old man walks towards the coffin, the best result will be. Lin Qian is holding a black oil-paper umbrella. There is something about this oil-paper umbrella that can actually kill the person who opens the umbrella. However, this is of no use to Lin Qian. He is not a human being.
It's a ghost...
He took out three paintings from his pocket, one containing grave soil, a ghost chain, and a portrait just painted of an old man.
Under the dim sky, blue, red and darkness intertwined in the sky. The evil ghost wearing a big black and blue costume was walking towards the big red coffin step by step.
Seven white candles are burning slowly in the coffin. The candlelight is swaying, cold and strange. In front of the coffin, three incense sticks are placed. Two white candles are inserted quietly on the stage. A bowl of dumplings is placed in front of them, not far away.
There is also a bunch of old yellow paper lying there.
Lin Qian, who was holding a black oil-paper umbrella, wearing black and red facial makeup, and a blood-red coat with a shroud underneath, his pupils flashing red, stared closely at the old man's every move.
Lin Qian didn't care about the constant distortions in his body, and the surroundings were filled with coldness, and the strange drama was sharp and harsh.
But suddenly, a strange feeling arose in his heart. Lin Qian frowned, turned his head and looked in one direction, muttering to himself:
"Is this the Tricky Bride? Is someone trying to deal with the Tricky Bride?"
"Haha... there are so many people who are not afraid of death. They even dare to touch the Cunning Bride. I don't know who has such courage..."
He shook his head and didn't think about this. He turned around and continued to stare at the old man. He didn't care about the collision between those people and the Cunning Bride. If they really dealt with the Cunning Bride, that would be a good thing.
But this is obviously impossible. He can't bear the horror of the mysterious bride now, let alone others...
As the old man got closer and closer, Lin Qian was twisted more and more seriously, and sometimes he was even twisted into a thread, but he recovered in less than a breath.