Under the dim sky, the bright red coat fluttered slightly. Coco stared at the wine jar in her father's hand, her eyes full of curiosity, and she moved her little nose, and her eyes suddenly lit up:
"Dad, what is this? Can you give me some cocoa? It smells so good!"
Lin Qian lowered his head and looked at Coco, who was sitting in the bride's arms, and then at the Resurrection Wine in his hand. The corner of his mouth twitched, and without saying a word, he handed the Resurrection Wine to Coco.
Coco hugged the wine jar, which was relatively large for her, and took a sip. The wine went into her throat, and Coco's little face suddenly turned red, which was really cute.
"Dad, this is delicious!"
Lin Qian nodded and rubbed Coco's head:
"Well, drink slowly and don't be in a hurry. Daddy won't be asking for it anymore."
"Yes, yes." Coco nodded, holding the wine jar and began to drink slowly, with a very satisfied face.
The old man in Tang suit looked at this scene and listened to what Lin Qian said, and the corner of his mouth twitched:
"This young man is really rude."
He shook his head and said nothing. He took out another jar of resurrecting wine from the small black cloth bag and drank it in small sips.
The old man sat cross-legged on the edge of the building, staring at the scene on the street, marveling:
"Scenes like this are rare. At least in my time, I have never seen such a grand scene of hundreds of ghosts walking at night."
Listening to the old man's sigh, Lin Qian didn't pay attention. He stared at the scene below, his eyes turned slightly, and he stretched out his hand to grab the umbrella in the air. Six blood-red umbrella ribs appeared in his hand.
Looking at the six umbrella ribs in his hand, Lin Qian had a smile in his eyes. He put the umbrella ribs away and continued to look down, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.
On the street at this moment, starving ghosts walked out of the darkness one after another, the children's holes flashed with red light, and hundreds of ghosts carrying lanterns. At the moment they were attacked by the hungry ghosts, some of them died because the level of terror was too low.
Suppressed by the starving ghost.
But some are not like that. The moment the starving ghosts approach, some starving ghosts directly turn into a puff of smoke and disappear, while some starving ghosts suddenly have their bodies torn apart...
All kinds of attacks appeared on the hungry ghosts. Countless hungry ghosts turned into smoke and disappeared. The streets were bitingly cold, and weirdness and fear were spreading...
"Starving ghosts, ghost paintings, this life is a bit evil..."
The old man in Tang suit raised the wine jar and took a sip. His eyes flashed and he murmured to himself.
"But although the younger generation is a bit fierce, the relationship between this and the Cunning Bride is somewhat..."
Looking at the Cunning Bride holding Lin Qian's neck, the old man's eyes twitched. What happened to the Cunning Bride? Old antiques like them all know the horror...
Shaking his head, the old man no longer thought about these things. He was not curious about Lin Qian's secrets, and he didn't even care about why the mysterious bride had contact with this descendant...
Yang Jian drank the wine one after another and watched Lin Qian put away the six umbrella ribs. He didn't ask anything, and he wasn't curious. There are some things that you don't necessarily need to ask because someone will tell you, no matter how good the relationship is.
He lowered his head and continued to look at the big scene on the street. This kind of scene was rare.
If he had known there were hundreds of ghosts here in normal times, he would have run away long ago. How could he say he was drinking and watching a show here leisurely.
Moreover, a rare event like a battle between a starving ghost and a hundred ghosts is more exciting than the battle between Calabash Baby and Sun Wukong...
The breeze blew through the building, and the sound of tearing cloth was very harsh, but no one cared about it. They were all used to it. The fragrant smell of wine was blown by the wind and filled the air. Xiong Wenwen stared pitifully at the wine jar in Yang Jian's hand, his eyes filled with tears.
It's envy.
It was impossible for him not to be greedy for this stuff. Not to mention the effect of delaying the recovery of evil ghosts, he was so greedy for the alluring aroma of the wine that he even swallowed a mouthful of saliva from time to time.
But so what if they are greedy. How could they give such a precious thing to a little kid? If he could beat Lin Qian and the others, Xiong Wenwen felt that he would have robbed him long ago. But the problem was that he couldn't beat any of the people present.
Including the youngest Coco...
So he could only look at it pitifully, hoping that Yang Jian would give him a drink because he was so pitiful...
As for whether Lin Qian and Keke would take pity on him and give him a drink, he had never thought about such a thing, and he had no expectations in his heart. If Lin Qian didn't eat him, he would be worthy of him, and he would still give him a drink. Haha, it's a dream.
Woolen cloth.
Coco, who was sitting in the arms of the strange bride, was sipping the resurrecting wine, her little face was flushed, and her face was full of satisfaction. She looked up and saw the pitiful Xiong Wenwen standing behind Yang Jian. Coco was a little confused, wondering why Xiong Wenwen was like this.
expression.
But when she saw Xiong Wenwen's eyes looking at the wine jar in Yang Jian's hand from time to time, Coco understood what was going on. He wanted to drink, so he lowered his head and looked at the wine jar in his hand, hesitating a little, his little face full of expressions.
I'm struggling, not sure if I should share this.
But when Coco looked up at Xiong Wenwen's pitiful appearance, as if she had made up her mind, she stretched out her little hand and handed the wine jar out, with a smile on her face:
"Would you like a drink? It's delicious!"
Hearing Coco's words, Xiong Wenwen was a little confused. Are you talking to him? He looked back and saw no one, but even so, he couldn't believe it and asked uncertainly:
"Here, give me a drink?"
"Well, here's a drink for you, it's delicious!" Coco nodded and said seriously.
After confirming that Ke Ke was not joking, surprise suddenly appeared on Xiong Wenwen's face. He was about to go over to pick it up, but when he saw the torn shroud and coat on Lin Qian's body from time to time, he stopped where he was, a little cautious.
Already...
Yang Jian left Xiong Wenwen, a little speechless. Are you so afraid of Lin Qian? Is Lin Qian so scary? He turned to look at Lin Qian. After seeing Lin Qian nodded, he reached out and took the wine jar from Coco's hand and handed it to Xiong Wenwen.
In the arms:
"Look at how cowardly you are. Aren't you usually very capable? You dare to point at other ghost masters and scold them. Why don't you dare to even drink a glass of wine now?"
Xiong Wenwen held the Resurrection Wine with a smile on his face. He didn't care about Yang Jian's words. He walked to Yang Jian and sat down, with his feet dangling in the air, and happily drank a large sip of the Resurrection Wine.
After taking a sip of the Resurrection Wine, Xiong Wenwen's face suddenly turned red. He was no different from Keke. Holding the wine jar, Xiong Wenwen's eyes were full of surprise. This wine was really amazing.
Yang Jian looked at Xiong Wenwen's useless look and grinned. He also raised the wine jar and took a sip without saying anything else. He was just a child. After experiencing a supernatural event of this level, it would be considered good if he was not frightened into crying.
Well, as for him being afraid of Lin Qian.
After looking at Lin Qian's current appearance and the aura emanating from his body, well... not surprising, he would also be cowardly...
Lin Qian glanced at Xiong Wenwen and said nothing. This little kid is very good. Of course, Lin Qian was talking about the evil spirit in him...
He lowered his head and rubbed Coco's head with a smile on his face. Looking at Coco's flushed face, Lin Qian smiled and turned to look at the old man:
"Old man, I'm giving you a jar. My daughter thinks it tastes good."
The old man in Tang suit stared at Lin Qian with a helpless face. He shook his head and said nothing. He took out another jar of wine from a small black cloth bag and handed it to Lin Qian.
"The old man is quite generous..."
Lin Qian smiled and nodded to the old man, took the wine jar, opened it and took a sip, narrowing his eyes slightly, it tasted really good.
When the old man heard Lin Qian's words, his eyelids twitched, he didn't speak, and drank in silence.
Coco looked at the extra rejuvenation wine in her father's hand, stretched out her hand and tugged at Lin Qian's clothes:
"Dad, I want more."
"Um."
Lin Qian hummed and did not refuse. This jar of wine was originally for Coco. He placed the jar of wine in Coco's arms. Seeing Coco's happy face, Lin Qian felt a little more relaxed.
For a moment, a strange scene appeared on the roof of the building. An old man, two young people, and two children were all sitting on the edge, drinking and watching the grand scene on the street.
In this environment, it is indescribably strange, yet somewhat harmonious.
Lin Qian held her chin up, her eyes calm, sitting in the arms of the Cunning Bride, and Coco sitting in the arms of the Cunning Bride, drinking wine in small sips.
Yang Jian had one foot in the air, one hand on his knees, staring at the street, drinking wine leisurely, the ghost eyes on his forehead flickering red.
Xiong Wenwen sat next to Yang Jian, holding the wine jar, his face flushed, a smile on his face, and his eyes very satisfied.
The old man in Tang suit had his legs crossed, his gray hair was blown by the breeze, flowing slowly, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, observing the starving ghost below.
"Hunter, do you still need someone in your headquarters? Or should I say you still need a person in charge in Dajiang City?" the old man asked abruptly.
Lin Qian turned his head, with some doubts in his eyes:
"Old man, are you planning to let your grandson join the headquarters?"
Yang Jian also looked up, the ghost eyes on his forehead moving slightly.
The old man nodded: "Well, I do have this idea, but instead of joining the headquarters, I will follow you."
"Oh~? Master, are you kidding? Follow me? Are you afraid of something happening?" Lin Qian looked at the old man strangely.
"Besides, wouldn't it be good for Fang Chengshi to follow you? You run a tailor shop, and he has inherited your legacy. When you die one day, wouldn't it be a better choice for him to inherit your tailor shop?"
"You must follow me? I have a situation here. I don't believe you can't see it, old man. I have a lot of troubles and I don't have time to care about your grandson."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, the old man shook his head:
"It is indeed dangerous to follow you. It can be said to be extremely dangerous. Those of us who were born during the Republic of China know the horror of the treacherous bride best."
At this point, the old man sighed, feeling a little helpless:
"Well, you have also seen that my grandson is still too young, has not experienced much in the world, has not experienced too many dangers, and is not decent at all when encountering things. Take this time as an example, if it were not for you, he might have died long ago.
Already."
"In addition, I don't have much time. Now that I am still here, he will basically not have any problems, but what if I am gone?"
"With his strength, in this era where the resurgence of evil spirits is more dangerous, there is no telling whether he can survive, let alone inherit my tailor shop."
After hearing this, Lin Qian basically understood what he meant. He just felt that his grandson was a bit weak and wanted to find him a reliable backer.
"Old man, according to your wishes, do you want him to deal with supernatural events with me? So that he can grow up quickly, so as not to die accidentally because of lack of strength?"
As soon as Lin Qian said these words, the old man froze and the corners of his eyes twitched:
"Are you kidding? I'll follow you to deal with supernatural incidents..."
"I don't know what kind of supernatural incident you are dealing with? Aren't you sending my grandson off? If that's the case, why should I ask him to follow you? How nice is it to be at home?"
The old man was silent. He didn't know what to say. This young man has lost his sense of martial ethics...
Lin Qian looked at the silent old man, with a smile on his lips, shook his head and said:
"Old man, I know very well what your plan is. It's not a waste of effort, but everyone wants to do it. Even I want to do it, but do you think this is possible?"
"Old man, you have to understand that following me means that he has to join the headquarters. You must have heard about what the headquarters is like. They are very disgusted with such people."
The old man continued to remain silent. He could hear what Lin Qian meant. To put it simply, you can follow him, but you have to get benefits...
When Yang Jian heard what Lin Qian said, his eyes looked a little strange and he thought:
"Isn't that what you, Lin Qian, are like? You go to work but don't do your best? You won't even go if there's no benefit, and why do you say you work but don't do your best..."
"Tell me, what do you want? I can give you anything I can, but the premise is that you have to protect my grandson and don't let him die."
The old man was silent for a long time and finally said this.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked down at the street, thinking about something in his eyes.
Seeing Lin Qian's appearance, the old man was not in a hurry, and waited slowly. No matter what he said this time, he had to let Lin Qian protect his grandson. His situation was very complicated, and he was not sure. If he was not careful, he could do something wrong.
He had to die, not just him, but his grandson also had to die.
After a long time, Lin Qian seemed to have thought of something. He raised his head and looked at the old man, staring at him with a red light in his eyes:
"Old guy, what have you caused?"
Hearing Lin Qian's words, the old man fell silent and did not answer Lin Qian immediately. After a while, the old man sighed and said helplessly:
"Just like you, I provoked a terrible ghost. It was an extremely terrifying ghost. It was so terrifying that I had no choice but to hide."
Lin Qian looked at the old man coldly and said nothing, as expected.
The old man took a sip of wine and said slowly:
"Hunter, have you heard of the underground prison in Dajiang City?"
Lin Qian frowned and turned to look at Yang Jian, asking if he had heard of it.
Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian speechlessly, with some contempt in his eyes, which meant:
"Isn't Dajiang City your territory? Why do you come here to ask me? Are you out of your mind..."
Seeing Yang Jian's expression, Lin Qian also knew that she had asked the wrong person. She felt a little embarrassed, but she didn't care and turned to look at the old man:
"I've never heard of it. I don't often stay in Dajiang City. I only stay in Dajiang City these days when I have free time."
The old man stared at Lin Qian, a little confused. Isn't this young man the person in charge of Dajiang City? How come he doesn't even know about the largest prison in Dajiang City?
Lin Qian was speechless when she saw the old man's doubtful gaze:
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not a native of Dajiang City. How could I know that there is a prison in Dajiang City? Isn't it normal that I don't know?"
"Tell me what the situation is like in the prison in Dajiang City."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, the old man suddenly understood. He nodded and continued:
"In Dajiang City, there is the largest underground prison. It has existed before the Republic of China. It has names like Jiangcheng Prison and Dongcheng Prison. There are many more names like this, too many to count, but we
These old antiques are generally accustomed to calling it a ghost prison, commonly known as a ghost prison."
Having said this, the old man raised his head and looked somewhere in the west of the city, his eyes narrowed slightly:
"There is a ghost in there, and there is only one, but it is very scary, very scary..."
"It's even more terrifying than the ghosts you imprisoned in Chengxi Drama Academy this time using coffins, ghost chains, grave soil, and tombstones."
Lin Qiantong shrank and frowned deeper:
"Old man, are you sure you're not joking? How did you provoke such a powerful ghost?"
The old man took a sip of wine and sighed:
"When I was imprisoned by that ghost, I took off a piece of its skin to make clothes..."
"Oh, you are young and energetic. When you were young, you could still hold on and didn't care about that evil ghost. But now you are old and can't stand it anymore..."
"In addition, the evil ghost was imprisoned and under that arrangement, I thought it couldn't escape. Now it seems that I underestimated the horror of the evil ghost. The evil ghost is almost out of trouble."
"When the time comes, when it gets out of trouble, the first one will be to come to me..."
Lin Qian was silent, Yang Jian was silent, and even Xiong Wenwen was silent...
The atmosphere was a little strange for a moment. Lin Qian looked at this angry old man and suddenly felt that this old man was trying to trick him.
"Tell me what's going on with that fierce ghost."
The old man shook his head and said:
"I don't know what the situation is now, I just can feel it. When I saw it when I was young, it was tied up with seven blood-red iron chains nailed through its body."
"On Li Gui's head, I also saw seven red iron nails, about thirty centimeters thick, which were nailed into Li Gui's eyes, nose, mouth and between the eyebrows."
"I saw an iron whip on the fierce ghost's chest. It was blood red all over, and the strange blood lines were clearly visible. It penetrated straight through the fierce ghost's body."
"At the feet of Li Gui, there is a big red coffin, which is several times larger than the usual coffin. The coffin is open and filled with straw. The straw is also blood red and strangely tight."
Lin Qian's eyes suddenly calmed down as he listened to the old man's description. He looked at the old man expressionlessly and remained silent.
Yang Jian stared at the old man without saying anything, just watching quietly with calm eyes.
Xiong Wenwen slowly lowered his head and leaned slightly towards Yang Jian. His originally red face was already a little pale.