After walking out of the painting, Lin Qian went to the ghost post office outside and walked down a staircase that led directly to the first floor. This was created after he became the administrator. He had eaten up all the ghosts in the post office.
He also kicked all the couriers out of the post office. Not only that, he also built a staircase that leads directly to the fifth floor. When he comes next time, he can become the administrator by delivering at most three letters.
Of course, only he can walk up this staircase. If anyone else walks up, they will die.
Walking towards the lobby on the first floor, if he was not in a hurry, he might choose to send the three letters directly. Of course, he could also tear up the letters, but only one at most. After all, tearing up three red letters at once would cause big problems.
of.
Lin Qian suddenly stopped and looked at the female corpse, or Tian Xiaoyue, coming from below, her eyes flickering slightly.
Passing by her, Lin Qian continued to walk towards the first floor. The supernatural beings in this woman were constantly colliding. If she successfully suppressed another supernatural force, she might regain consciousness.
If it fails, haha, if it fails, it will fail. Anyway, she is still the administrator of the post office and cannot die. The worst is that the supernatural collision will continue.
Don't pay too much attention to Tian Xiaoyue. Her existence is a good thing. A very scary ghost wanders in the ghost post office, which can prevent many ordinary people who enter here from going up to the third floor. This is a very good part-time job.
ghost.
Walking out of the post office, this time it was in Dahan City. Because he became the administrator and then lost the administrator, he could only appear here.
Standing in front of the unfinished building, Lin Qian lit a cigarette, looked up, and exhaled a puff of smoke. All the stars were visible in the sky, and the bright moon was hidden in the thin clouds, with only half of it showing.
But when the wind takes the clouds out for a walk, the bright moonlight will be fully revealed.
Lin Qian watched quietly, silent, and smoked cigarettes one after another.
In fact, Zhang Xianguang's plan was right. Using ghost paintings, ghost trees, and He Yuelian, they could completely cover the sources of all ghosts.
The ghost realm of ghost paintings is infinite, that's the theory.
It's a pity that they ignored the tricky bride. If the bride didn't get the embroidered shoes, their plan would be seamless, and the chance of success would be about 98%.
The success rate of 98% can be said to be 9 out of 10. Once completed, they can be said to be heroes in this world, much more justified than Feng Quan who wants to become a ghost and save the world.
It's a pity that Zhang Xianguang personally delivered the embroidered shoes to the strange bride, and his plan that had been planned for decades was ruined by his own hands.
He is also the one who succeeds, and he is also the one who fails...
"Haha, this guy actually wants me to face the bride. He wants me to go crazy. If I am held by the bride's hand, the bride will complete all the puzzle pieces in an instant. I haven't given the marriage certificate yet, how can I perform the wedding ceremony?
"
"What a heart-rending lunatic..."
Lin Qian laughed heartily. He couldn't make mistakes in the rituals. If he made a mistake, he would die. He didn't want to die yet. He was not a saint...
After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Lin Qian disappeared on the spot, flashing away like a shooting star in the night.
Back to Dajiang City, we need to deal with Xia Hanxin's resurgence of the evil ghost first. This woman is still of some use. We also need to go to the tailor shop and ask Mr. Fang for a black cloth bag.
The supernatural objects placed in the ghost painting must be taken out. When controlling the ghost painting, these items cannot be left in the painting, as problems may easily arise.
By the way, I would like to ask about the situation in the ghost market in Dajiang City. How many ordinary people are infected with supernatural beings? These people are the main culprits in attracting evil spirits.
The headquarters doesn't let them get involved in the ghost post office. Xiaoyue has not been resurrected, so it is a bit unreliable to let them take over the ghost post office.
It's not that he doesn't believe Wang Xiaoming, it's just that this guy is too serious about these studies, and he still won't let Wang Xiaoming go to the post office until Xiaoyue is resurrected.
There are not too many things to do and can be dealt with in less than a day.
Under the gloomy sky, the lights flickered in an old tattoo parlor, which looked particularly abrupt in this dilapidated small town.
In the museum, Zhang Xianguang's face was extremely ugly, and Nie Yingping, Chen Qiaoyang and several unknown people also had unsightly faces.
"There is something wrong with my body, and the connection with the ghost post office has disappeared."
"Can you guess what's going on? Is the main body dead?"
Nie Yingping's face was gloomy, looking a little ferocious under the flickering candlelight.
"I guessed it, it was the young man who did it. He should have become the administrator. Otherwise, even if my body is dismantled by him, my connection with the ghost post office will not disappear directly."
Zhang Xianguang exhaled a breath of turbid air and turned his gaze to He Yuelian, who was standing not far away.
Being stared at by Zhang Xianguang, He Yuelian was a little nervous and subconsciously began to retreat, her face turned pale.
Zhang Xianguang looked away from her, lowered his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice:
"The plan has officially started. Liu Xin, Zhou Yun, I, and I are going to delay that young man."
"Nie Yingping, you take He Yuelian and things to the destination to arrange the ceremony. As soon as you start, I will start attacking you."
Having said this, Zhang Xianguang looked up at Chen Qiaoyang:
"You have to go with me first. You need to control the ghost taxi and the ghost taxi. You have to bump the young man into my position. Just bump into it. You don't have to expect to kill him."
"Ghosts hitting people and ghost taxis can't do this yet. If they are combined with buses, there might be some hope."
Chen Qiaoyang nodded solemnly, indicating that there was no problem.
"Well, the rest of you will first go to the only way to wait for Chen Qiaoyang, the only way to go to the Bride. Remember, your purpose is to attack Chen Qiaoyang. Of course, you can also attack the Bride."
"What you do is equivalent to reducing the pressure on my side. After all, attacking the bride is equivalent to attacking the young man."
"But you must pay attention. The Cunning Bride is no longer the mummy wearing a wedding dress that we met before. It is now the real body, not a wedding dress. At least five or six pieces of the puzzle have been completed on her body."
"The ones I know about include ghost blood, ghost thread, embroidered shoes, ghost combs, and ghost cupboards."
"These are just the things I know. I don't know if the bride has completed the rest of the puzzle in Yingjing."
"But even so, the horror of the Cunning Bride is no longer something I can resist, so you must be careful not to die."
After hearing Zhang Xianguang's warning, the others were filled with vigilance and nodded solemnly, but they did not speak.
Zhang Xianguang looked around everyone and his voice was extremely low:
"This time, the pressure on Chen Qiaoyang will be heavy. As long as Nie Yingping succeeds in pulling out the ghost painting, Chen Qiaoyang, you will have to attract the Bride to me."
"Let the Cunning Bride and the young man meet. I will make arrangements here. Your sedan must be left to the bride, otherwise she will instantly complete the ghost painting puzzle. As long as the Cunning Bride and the young man sit on the sedan, the bride will be
Restricted by the ghost sedan and Lin Qian."
"Although I don't know how long the restriction will be, according to my estimation, it will be enough for us to complete all our plans. As long as we complete our plans, Mr. Li will make an exception and imprison the Bride."
Having said this, Zhang Xianguang stared straight at Chen Qiaoyang, with a flash of red in his eyes:
"Chen Qiaoyang, don't let your guard down. This time the stakes are very high. Whether we succeed or not depends on you!"
Chen Qiaoyang felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Zhang Xianguang, his face changed a little, his eyes flickered, and he finally nodded:
"I will do my best. Unless I die, the bride will not go to Nie Yingping's side. But you must be quick. My sedan is one of the bride's puzzle pieces. If you don't hurry up, my sedan may be destroyed in an instant.
snatched away."
Chen Qiaoyang's tone was extremely serious, and it didn't look like he was joking.
Zhang Xianguang restrained his fierceness, his expression returned to calm, he nodded and said:
"I will pay attention here. Nie Yingping can get the source of the ghost paintings in no more than one minute. As long as the bride does not show up, he can pull out the ghost paintings on Lin Qian and leave in three minutes."
"Well, I can do it here, no problem." Nie Yingping said no problem.
Chen Qiaoyang breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the time was correct, he would be fine.
Living people can only see ghosts, but they will never see ghost herders until they die. This is him.
"Okay, since there is no problem, let's get started. The plan is to start at ten o'clock tomorrow night. Everyone should prepare all the supernatural items and don't hide anything. If you don't succeed this time, you will be benevolent."
Zhang Xianguang glanced at a few people, then walked out of the tattoo parlor with the blood-stained sword. He went to arrange his position. Liu Xin and Zhou Yun followed him silently.
Nie Yingping looked solemn, blew out the candles, glanced at the dull He Yuelian, said nothing, turned around and entered a room, which contained the tattooed ghost he had made, ritual arrangements, and a light red wedding dress.
Chen Qiaoyang's face was uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he finally shook his head, turned around and left with the remaining people. He had to take them to the bride's only way to wait, and then at
Come back and find Zhang Xianguang.
The plan has begun. Whether it can completely solve the supernatural recovery depends on this time.
He Yuelian stood there blankly, her mind replaying the conversation between Zhang Xianguang and the others, and she felt nothing but shock.
These people are all madmen, complete madmen, who can do such horrific things for the sake of an ideal of saving the world.
"What a group of lunatics, a group of lunatics who save the world..." He Yuelian murmured to herself.
When the light first came up, Dajiang City was very peaceful. Lin Qian withdrew the water droplets from Xia Hanxin. He didn't pay attention to Xia Hanxin, who looked horrified. He turned to look at the morning glow outside the window, with some doubts in his eyes.
An unknown feeling appeared in his heart, and it passed away in a flash. It seemed that something was brewing, and it looked very scary.
"What is it?"
Lin Qian frowned, unsure of what would happen.
"No matter what it is, I must start preparing to control the ghost painting tomorrow. No one can stop me."
Lin Qian's eyes were cold. He didn't care what would happen. Even if there was an S-class supernatural incident for him to deal with, he would definitely not go, no matter how much the headquarters gave him.
His matter is far more important than an S-class supernatural incident.
"Go back and get used to the new ghosts. I controlled two ghosts at once and the system crashed. It's normal not to adapt."
Lin Qian looked at Xia Han and said sadly, as if this kind of thing was just something he did casually and was not worth his too much attention.
"Okay, okay, thank you boss!"
Xia Han looked at Lin Qian gratefully. She was lying if she wasn't excited. She had mastered two ghosts at once, and she had already mastered one ghost herself.
She now has a total of three of them, and they are all dead. This means that when she encounters supernatural events in the future, her chances of survival will be greatly increased, and she will be able to deal with supernatural events much more easily.
After all, she doesn't have to worry about the ghost's revival, she can use the ghost's power to the maximum extent.
Lin Qian just nodded and didn't say anything. To be honest, he was still a little disappointed. The three ghosts were working as puzzle pieces for each other, but there was no ghost realm. This was a bit rubbish.
Seeing that Boss Lin didn't say anything, Xia Hanxin opened the door and left. It was normal for Boss Lin to look down on her. After all, she was really rubbish.
Not paying attention to Xia Hanxin, Lin Qian stared out of the window, a faint light flashing in his eyes, as if the wind was about to blow.
Looking at Coco, who was lying on the sofa sleeping, Lin Qian was a little helpless. Who did this little guy learn from? Why is it so unique?
For little girls, if they don’t look good when they sleep, it’s a little bad.
Shaking her head, Lin Qian walked to the sofa, picked up Coco, walked out, and disappeared.
In the west of the city, at the tailor shop, Lin Qian opened the door and walked in.
"Boss, morning, why do you have time to come here?"
Fang Chengshi, who was sewing a shroud, was surprised when he saw Lin Qian walking into the tailor shop.
In my impression, Lin Qianke didn't come here very often. According to him, this place was lifeless and it was hard to relax here.
"Well, morning, I have something to do here. I need to borrow your black cloth bag. Return it after use."
Looking at the shroud in Fang Chengshi's hand, Lin Qian had no idea. He didn't like it.
"You want that one? There's nothing wrong with this. Grandpa has a few more. I'll get them for you."
Fang Chengshi put down the shroud in his hand, nailed it to the table with a needle as black as ink, got up and walked towards the house.
Lin Qian smiled, said nothing, walked to another table, sat down, and waited quietly.
"Boy Lin, how are things going? Is the ghost painting control completed?"
Suddenly, an old voice sounded from outside the tailor shop, and an old man with gray hair walked into the tailor shop. It was Mr. Fang.
"Not yet, I came here just to make some preparations."
Lin Qian took the resurrecting wine handed over by the old man, opened the mud seal and took a sip, and then let Kai, who was awakened by the aroma of the wine, take it over.
Lin Qian didn't care about this. He took the jar of wine handed over by the old man and drank slowly.
The old man sat next to Lin Qian, a little confused:
"Preparation work? What preparation work? Can you tell me about it?"
"Well, it's not that there's nothing that can't be said. It's just that I installed some supernatural objects in the painting and need to get them out. I'm afraid that these supernatural objects will give me an accident when I control the ghost painting."
"So I need a black cloth bag to put these things in."
Hearing this, the old man laughed and shook his head. This boy must have a lot of things, otherwise he would not come here.
"There's nothing wrong with this. I still have a few black cloth bags here. It's okay if you just take two."
Lin Qian rubbed Coco's head and said with a smile:
"Thank you very much."
"Thank you. It's just a small effort. It's no big deal."
The old man waved his hand and didn't care about the black cloth bags. Although those things were difficult to make, they were not impossible to make and they might be valuable to others.
But to him, it has little value, maybe not as valuable as a jar of resurrecting wine.
"By the way, speaking of which, I would like to thank you very much. If you hadn't given us a ghost plum and ghost peach tree last time, I wouldn't have been able to drink Mr. Du's wine for free."
"Now, look, this is what I just went to get from Mr. Du's shop. It was for free. It didn't cost a penny, and he even disliked me for taking less."
The old man lifted the wine jar in his hand and said with a smile, obviously very proud of being able to buy old guy Du's wine for free.
Lin Qian just smiled and said nothing, drinking in silence and doing nothing more.
At this moment, Fang Chengshi walked out of the back room, holding two black cloth bags in his hands.
"Boss, give these two supernatural beings a relatively large space. It should be enough for you to store some sundries."
Taking the black cloth bag in his hand, he felt that it was bitingly cold and filled with supernatural powers. Ordinary people would have to go see their ancestors in a short time after taking it.
Looking at the small black cloth bag, which was finely made and embroidered with a picture of a ghost carrying a lantern, Lin Qian nodded. It was a good thing. If it weren't for the convenience of the ghost painting, it could be carried with it.
Putting away the black cloth bag, Lin Qian stood up and took out seven or eight sets of costumes from the painting. These were all taken off the opera ghost last time.
This thing is of no use to him, and it won't do anything if he eats it, so he might as well give it to a tailor.
"These costumes are given to you. If I keep them, they will take up space, they won't taste good to eat, and they won't be able to resist the attacks of too many evil ghosts. They are really worthless."
Fang Chengshi looked at the costumes in Lin Qian's hands with a complicated expression. It was for these costumes that he participated in the ghost show incident.
As a result, he almost died without holding the clothes, so when he saw these costumes, his expression was extremely complicated.
The old man looked at these costumes, a smile suddenly appeared on his old face, and he nodded quickly:
"Boy Lin, what you gave me is just right. Even if you don't give it today, I will go to you and ask for it when I have time. I just need these costumes to cut a dress here. It's just right, just right!"
Hearing what the old man said, Lin Qian smiled and handed the clothes to the old man. The beauty of an adult is nothing more than this.
"Then I'll leave first. I have a lot of things here and am a little busy. By the way, I have to leave for a while, so Dajiang City will trouble the old man."
"Okay, no problem, just go ahead and there won't be anything wrong with me."
The old man reached out to take the costume, and a chill emerged from the old man's body, instantly suppressing the costume that had started to tremble violently.
This thing is very fierce. Even though it is as quiet as a piece of clothing in Lin Qian's hands, if it is taken by an ordinary person, a puppet will be born in an instant.
This is the origin of costumes and opera ghosts. Evil ghosts never make sense...