Chengxi Tailor Shop is located in an old street. The surrounding streets are very lonely. On the mottled walls, slogans from the previous era are written: "Learn from Comrade So-and-so."
The font is very neat, but due to the age, the original color of the font has been lost.
The nearby buildings are very old and many are dilapidated. For some unknown reason, they have not been demolished.
A young man holding a black oil-paper umbrella walked through this historic street, crossed an alley, and came to a tailor shop. The shop was small, about the size of a house.
The young man put away his oil-paper umbrella, pushed open the door of the tailor shop, and walked in. The shop was very dark, as if there was no light.
Pieces of old, cold and ominous clothes were hung on hangers. The young man looked at these clothes, put the umbrella behind the door, and walked over to tidy them up.
"I'm back, how was my harvest this time?"
An old voice sounded from the tailor shop, asking the young man.
"Well, the harvest this time was pretty good. I saw some different things." Fang Chengshi answered honestly.
"That's good. What do you think of Yang Jian's descendant?" the old man asked again.
Hearing Grandpa's question, Fang Chengshi stopped sorting his clothes, walked towards the back of the tailor shop, lifted up the black cloth, and Grandpa was sitting in front of the table drinking wine.
"Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City, is very powerful. He has his own ideas when dealing with supernatural events. He has a cold personality and is decisive in killing and punishing. He is a very crazy guy. You can learn as much from him as from Lin Qian."
After hearing his grandson's evaluation of Yang Jian, the old man nodded and said:
"The evaluation is very good and just right. The young man Yang Jian is very good. If it were not for the young man Lin Qian in front of him, he might have become the strongest in this era."
"At least better than that third generation king from Dadong City."
Fang Chengshi nodded. He had always recognized what his grandfather said:
"Indeed, the third generation Wang from Dadong City is too cowardly and too afraid of death. I heard that he hasn't settled the affairs in his old house yet, and has allowed a group of outsiders to occupy the old house."
The old man took a sip of wine, shook his head and said:
"The stronger you are, the more you fear death. He is the one I'm talking about. Their family has been looking for a ghost that can restart time, but they haven't met one so far."
Hearing his grandfather's words, Fang Chengshi did not agree, and sat down opposite him:
"Grandpa, Lin Qian left."
"Oh, what are you going to do after you leave?" The old man was a little surprised.
"I heard he said he was going to control Ghost Painting. I don't know the specific time, so I'm optimistic about Dajiang City." Fang Chengshi replied.
"So it's for this, to control the ghost paintings. With this young man's ability, there's no problem, it just takes some time."
"However, Zhang Xianguang seems to be planning something recently. He seems to be planning to forcefully start his fanciful plan. I wonder who between him and Lin Qian can get the ghost painting." The old man said slowly.
Hearing his grandfather's words, Fang Chengshi was immediately shocked:
"Grandpa, is Zhang Xianguang planning to start his plan?"
"Well, I heard from an old friend that Zhang Xianguang seemed to have taken someone to a ghost field a few days ago. When they came back, there were only two of them, and it seemed that a lot of people were dead."
"At the same time, Lin Qian's costumes and shrouds were being chopped off. This should be Zhang Xianguang's knife, and at that time, Lin Qian had a supernatural manifestation of the Bride."
"Now that I think about it, Zhang Xianguang probably had a fight with the Cunning Bride. I don't know whether he succeeded. As for why Zhang Xianguang's attack happened on Lin Qian, I can't tell."
"this……"
Fang Chengshi was a little surprised. Zhang Xianguang and the others actually went to trouble the Cunning Bride, and all their attacks on the bride actually appeared on Lin Qian, which made him a little confused.
The old man looked at his grandson like this, shook his head and said:
"In the future, just watch more. We don't need to get involved in Lin Qian and Zhang Xianguang's affairs. Their affairs are too involved, and many old guys who are still alive are watching."
"I just want to see who will win, but for one thing, I'm still optimistic about Lin Qian, this guy. This guy controls an incredible ghost. Zhang Xianguang can't kill him."
Fang Chengshi nodded, his face a little complicated:
"I know grandpa."
"Well, you can go to your Grandpa Du's place later and get some wine. I don't have any wine here. Just bring me two pieces of clothes. He won't choose." The old man said slowly.
"Well, I don't have to." Fang Chengshi nodded and said.
"Okay, go ahead and learn from the headquarters. Although the headquarters is supported by Xiao Qin, they are not weak," the old man said.
"I understand, then Grandpa, I'll go to Grandpa Du's place to get some wine first," Fang Chengshi said.
"Go ahead, go to the morning meeting early."
Fang Chengshi nodded, stood up from the stool, and walked outside.
The old man smiled, shook his head, and drank slowly. His grandson was good at everything, but he was a little less knowledgeable and lacked some practical experience. But now that he is following Lin Qian, there will be no shortage of practical combat.
…………
But he said Dahan City
In front of a five-story unfinished building, a young man wearing a black windbreaker was leaning on the street, smoking and staring at the ordinary unfinished building.
Next to the young man, a pretty little girl walked holding a wine jar and sipping a sip. The passersby who saw this scene showed strange expressions.
There were even some people with a strong sense of responsibility who came up directly and gave Lin Qian a lesson, saying, "How can a child drink? You, the elder brother, are so careless? How can you be the elder brother? What if?"
What should you do if something happens to you while drinking?
For this kind of people, Lin Qian just looked at them without speaking, and they became intimidated, their voices became smaller and smaller, and finally they simply became silent and left on their own.
Lin Qian wasn't angry either, he just found it interesting. Other than that, he had no other thoughts.
After stamping out the cigarette butt, Lin Qian lifted up the blushing Cocoa, pinched her pink cheeks, and put her on his shoulders, with a smile on her face:
"Let's go and save your sister-in-law."
Hearing what her father said, Keke's eyes lit up and she nodded heavily, not even bothering to drink anymore:
"Hmm, Dad, Keke misses my sister-in-law. Dad must save my sister-in-law!"
Lin Qian nodded and smiled:
"Don't worry, dad will do it. After all, this is my only sister..."
Coco's eyes were bright and full of anticipation. Lin Qian rubbed her head and walked towards the five-story unfinished building without saying anything:
"Ghost post office..."
"I hope I can hold on to my ghost realm..."
Lin Qian tore open a crack in the blue-red ghost realm on his body, and a gloomy door appeared in front of Lin Qian. Looking at the words on it, Lin Qian grinned:
"The ghost post office is coming in."
Entering the gate, a dim hall comes into view, with an old batai, an extinguished oil lamp placed on it, and a bit of dust scattered on a rotten wooden chair.
Inside the hall is an aisle with rooms on both sides. From the beginning to the end, this is the first floor of the post office.
"Is this a newcomer? And he's bringing a child with him, tsk tsk, what a pity for such a cute little girl."
The voice came from the door of a room. Looking along the voice, the person who spoke was a woman in her early thirties. She had a sallow complexion and a thin figure. She was not tall, about 1.6 meters tall. She was wearing a black dress.
, looks a little out of place.
Lin Qian looked at this woman, his eyes narrowed, and he said nothing. When the woman saw Lin Qian's eyes, she shrank suddenly, subconsciously took a few steps back, and swallowed:
"Is this a human or a ghost?"
"The messenger on the first floor? How many letters have you delivered? How long has it been since the last letter was delivered?" Lin Qian stared at the woman and asked these questions.
When the woman heard these questions from Lin Qian, her expression changed:
"You, you are not a newcomer. Are you a messenger on the second floor? Or on the third floor?"
Lin Qian's eyes flashed, looking at the woman's hand quietly placed on the door handle, she grinned:
"I advise you to give up that idea. Believe me, you may be dead before you even enter the room."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, the woman froze and slowly withdrew her hand:
"What do you want to do? I don't seem to have offended you."
"I don't want to do anything. I just want you to answer some questions for me. Just the three questions just now. Once the answers come up, you will live."
As for the consequences of not coming up, Lin Qian didn't say anything, I believe this woman should know.
"you!"
The woman who was about to say something in reply chose to close her mouth after seeing Lin Qian's flashing red eyes.
After some thinking, the woman thought it was better to live:
"I am the messenger on the first floor. I have delivered a total of letters since I came here. The last time I delivered a letter was three days ago."
Hearing the woman's answer, Lin Qian frowned and felt a toothache:
"Three days ago, how long until the next letter appears?"
The woman looked at Lin Qian, hesitated for a while, and then said after thinking:
"I don't know either……"
"Huh?" Lin Qian was a little confused.
"I don't know? Then what are you doing here? Aren't you going back after delivering the letter?"
When the woman heard Lin Qian's words, she was speechless. After coming over for a while, she explained:
"I just came here to take a look. I don't know when I will deliver the letter."
Lin Qian's mouth twitched and he looked up at the ceiling. He suddenly had an impulse in his heart and thought about whether to demolish the post office directly. But thinking that the post office was still needed to resurrect Xiaoyue, he endured it and gave up.
idea.
Looking at the missing woman, Lin Qian waved her hand:
"Forget it, it's none of your business, go ahead and do what you have to do."
After saying that, he ignored the woman and walked towards the bartai, sat down directly on the rotten chair, and picked up an oil lamp conveniently.
But the moment he picked up the oil lamp, Lin Qian frowned and turned to look at the darkness of the hall. There was a figure walking slowly towards this side.
The coldness spread from that figure to the surroundings, it was a ghost!
The moment the woman saw Lin Qian moving the oil lamp, she realized something was wrong. She turned around, opened the door, and hid directly. With a bang, the room was tightly closed.
Lin Qian didn't care about the woman's behavior. She just stared calmly at the evil ghost walking slowly, grinning. At this moment, a pale hand appeared on the figure's shoulder, directly
Lifting it up, the crimson hole glowed with red light.
This is the starving ghost, and the devil being carried by the starving ghost is like a dead fish, motionless, without even a single struggle.
"Cut, trash."
Putting the oil lamp into the painting, he took the evil ghost from the hand of the starving ghost and swallowed it in one gulp.
Leaning on the chair, with her legs resting on the old bar table, Lin Qian narrowed her eyes slightly:
"Just wait and see when the next letter appears. When one appears, I will tear it up. If a few ghosts come, I will eat a few. They are all garbage."
Coco lay in Lin Qian's arms, holding the wine jar and taking a sip from time to time. It was very leisurely for one big and one small.
Time passed slowly, Lin Qian lit a cigarette and started smoking slowly, and at this moment, the sound of the room opening came.
Looking for the sound, a woman's head stuck out from the room, her face full of nervousness.
After seeing this woman, Lin Qian withdrew his gaze and continued to lean on the chair and smoke, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
When the woman saw that Lin Qian was fine, her eyes were full of disbelief. This was a bit unscientific. Anyone who touched the oil lamp would attract one and then be killed by the ghost. Otherwise, why would there be no one in the oil lamp?
It's for this reason.
But why is there nothing wrong with this person? It seems like there is no ghost at all.
"You, why are you okay? Where is that ghost?"
The woman's voice was full of confusion and doubts. When he heard the woman's question, Lin Qian did not answer. He just smoked quietly. He was in a daze and had no time to answer the woman's question.
Seeing that Lin Qian didn't answer her question, the woman turned her eyes and looked at the little girl holding the wine jar. After hesitating for a while, she asked:
"Little sister, can you tell Auntie where the ghost went just now?"
The woman's voice was very light and gentle. When Keke heard the woman asking her, she turned her head and looked over. After thinking for a while, she answered her question childishly:
"Auntie is talking about that strange person, that strange person, who was eaten by dad."
Coco's voice is innocent and cute, and coupled with her little face that is red from drinking, I can't help but choose to believe what she says.
But facts have proven that belief is belief, but it’s hard to say whether what you say will scare people.
After the woman heard Coco's childish answer, her childish eyes immediately shrank and she swallowed subconsciously:
"Eat ghosts! This is a lie! How could anyone in this world be able to eat ghosts! This is impossible, this little girl must be talking nonsense!"