In Dachang City, Guanjiang Community, Lin Qian and Yang Jian were sitting on the roof, each with a bottle of beer, drinking slowly:
"Lin Qian, why do you always like to crawl to the roof of the building when you have nothing to do, just because it's high here?"
"Hey, can't you stand high and see far away?" Lin Qian said with a chuckle.
Yang Jian looked not far away and handed the human skin paper to Lin Qian:
"What are you going to ask again this time?"
Taking the human skin paper, Lin Qian said casually:
"I plan to go to a supernatural place. Didn't the Strange Bride go to country D recently? While she is still there, I quickly go to the supernatural place to get some ghost food, otherwise I may not be able to defeat the Strange Bride."
After hearing what Lin Qian said, the corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched:
"It's not easy for you to be so afraid of your wife."
Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian expressionlessly as he threw the human skin paper back:
"Yang Jian, you are so stupid, believe it or not, I will ask you to beg me in the future."
Forehead……
Yang Jian smiled and did not take Lin Qian's words seriously, but changed the topic:
"By the way, I heard that you were dealing with a supernatural incident called the Ghost Post Office recently. How is the situation and how are the messengers inside?"
Lin Qian was not surprised when he heard Yang Jian's question. Yang Jian knew that there was nothing unexpected about this matter. He also read Xia Hanxin's report.
"So far, it's not bad. The couriers at the Ghost Post Office are quite rubbish. If you encounter them, one will die. After all, they are all transformed from ordinary people and don't have much experience."
"Is that so? That's pretty rubbish."
He didn't doubt Lin Qian's words too much.
Lin Qian took a sip of beer, thought for a while and said to Yang Jian:
"Would you like to go dig the grave with me? The mysterious bride is not in the supernatural place. We can take the bus back."
Yang Jian stared at Lin Qian, his face twitching:
"Lin Qian, do you think I have lived enough or my life is too long? If I have nothing to do, I will follow you to dig the grave. I might as well sleep at home."
"Of course, if you feel that you don't have enough manpower, you can bring Zhang Hao with you. The last time you took him to deal with the Caesar Hotel, his performance was a little disappointing. Let him follow you to increase his experience."
Hearing the name Zhang Hao, she felt a little familiar. After thinking about it, Lin Qian finally remembered who it was. It was the guy with a dark body.
"Zhang Hao? Forget it, I'll go by myself. When you have time, take Zhang Hao to deal with supernatural events. Don't sleep at home all the time. Learn from me. After you come out of the ghost painting alive, you won't have to worry about anything.
Rest for half a month."
Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian, his eyes full of contempt:
"Haha, you're disgusted. If I'm not worried about the ghost's resurgence like you, I'll be willing to do it even if I'm busy. Of course, the premise is that the Cunning Bride can't come to me."
Lin Qian rolled his eyes and couldn't understand Yang Jian's words clearly. Don't trick the bride? Are you kidding? Don't trick the bride. You still want this kind of strength. It's just a waste of money.
If the Cunning Bride doesn't look for me, I can wake up laughing even when I'm sleeping, so I don't want the Cunning Bride...
"Okay, I have to catch the bus. I have three days to catch the bus."
Lin Qian drank the beer in his hand in one gulp:
"I'll chat with you when I have time."
"Okay, I'm basically free here. If you have time, come over. That guy Zhang Wei wanted to find a chance to get together, but he gave up because you didn't have time." Yang Jian said.
"Zhang Wei, this guy is really carefree. Okay, let's get together after I finish dealing with the recent affairs." Lin Qian said with a smile.
"Yeah, okay."
Lin Qian patted Coco's head, looked up at the sky, his body flashed away, and a flash of green and red flashed across the sky, indicating that he was heading towards Dashan City.
"Dashan City, the bus will stop there. This thing is really random. I heard that the person in charge there is named Xiao Yang. I hope Lin Qian won't take a fancy to him."
Yang Jian smiled, drank the beer in his hand, turned around and went downstairs, went back to sleep, what are you busy with every day, doesn't it sound good to sleep?
Dashan City, this is a city that Lin Qian has never been to. Walking on the bus stop, Lin Qian looked up at the route above, Station 314, Xiaolou Town.
It looks pretty good, and there doesn't seem to be any big problem. It's just that the rain is a bit annoying. What kind of rain does it rain in winter?
Lin Qian was holding a black oil-paper umbrella. This umbrella was scraped from a ghost theater troupe. It was just perfect for keeping out the wind and rain. It couldn't kill him anyway.
Coco huddled in Lin Qian's arms, holding a big peach in his hand and gnawing it with gusto. This little snack basically ate it all the time except sleeping.
It was raining heavily. Lin Qian leaned on the bus stop, lit a cigarette, and started smoking. Looking at the water stains caused by the car, Lin Qian squinted his eyes:
"Let's see if we can dig out a few big ghosts in the mass graves. I just don't know if the ghosts that escaped from the graves last time are still there. It would be best if they are there. It's okay if they are not there."
"I have to eat more ghosts this time. The growth of the starving ghosts is still too slow. It is still far from being able to ignore the tricky bride."
"Currently, Ghost Painting needs to be faster. There are two ways to control it. At present, both of them are unreliable."
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Lin Qian flicked the ashes:
"In three days, eat enough to be able to run away after encountering the Cunning Bride."
Tick-tick-tick, the rain suddenly became heavier, but in less than a moment, it turned from the original patter to a heavy downpour.
At this moment, there was already a curtain of rain in Lin Qian's sight. A pale light shot through the rain curtain, and a somewhat old bus appeared in front of Lin Qian's eyes.
I looked at the time, it was ten twenty-two, exactly as the paper said.
Looking around, there were seven or eight passengers waiting for the bus. Lin Qian narrowed her eyes and did not make a sound to remind her. She just watched the bus stop quietly.
The bus came from a distance and stopped at the bus stop. The front and rear doors slowly opened. The moment the doors opened, seven or eight passengers hurriedly got on the bus through the front door.
Lin Qian, on the other hand, took his time and waited for them all to get on the bus. Lin Qian got on the bus. At this stop, eight people got on the bus alive, and no ghost got off.
After entering the bus, Lin Qian put away her umbrella and let Coco hold it, so that it would not affect Coco's eating.
At first glance, there were a lot of people on the bus, and few seats were empty. Lin Qian squinted his eyes, walked to an empty seat and sat down. Next to him was an old man in a black shroud, with a numb expression and his head lowered.
like a statue.
Lin Qian didn't pay attention to this fierce ghost. It was better to be calm on the bus. He looked up at the sign showing the number of passengers, 17.
"Seventeen fierce ghosts? It's really an attractive number."
Lin Qian looked at the situation inside the bus with a smile in his eyes:
"There are actually a few ghost riders. I'm lucky. I ate them when I got off the bus later. I hope there are no Interpol policemen inside."
As the passengers got on the bus, the doors slowly closed and the bus started to move. In the dim bus, only the signboards flashed red.
After careful counting, there were thirty-one living people and Li Gui in total, among whom he was from Li Gui's side.
"Will it be fully loaded? What should I do if I'm a little bit expecting it?"
Lin Qian's eyes flashed red, and she felt a little hopeful.