Lin Qian placed the ghost coffin on the sports car that Yang Jian had used and sat directly on the ghost coffin. He planned to sit on the ghost coffin and go out.
When Yang Jian saw Lin Qian's virtue, he was immediately speechless. Looking at Lin Qian who was sitting in the ghost coffin and continuing to touch the ghost coffin with his hand, Yang Jian said helplessly:
"Lin Qian, how much do you like this coffin?"
"Hey, you can't say that in Yang Jian's words. It's not that I like you, but that I really love you! You, a single guy, won't understand."
After saying that, he stopped caring about Yang Jian and continued to touch the ghost coffin. Lin Qian had already decided that as long as he didn't steal the ghost's supernatural power today, he would not give the coffin to Wang Xiaoming.
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Yang Jian was completely speechless and whispered:
"Aren't you a single person yourself? Why should a single person make things difficult for a single person?"
Thinking of this, Yang Jian shook his head, turned around and looked at Zhang Han. Seeing Zhang Han's expression of wanting to die for him anytime and anywhere, Yang Jian couldn't bear it. After thinking about it, he still said what he thought:
"Zhang Han, I see that your evil spirit is about to revive. He might die in a while, but he's going to revive anyway. Why don't you give me an advantage and put you directly into a body bag? This will not only prevent the evil spirit from
If you run out, you can die with peace of mind, and you can also make some money for me. This is killing three birds with one stone, so why not do it!"
After Zhang Han heard what Yang Jian said, his whole body went numb and he quickly shook his head:
"I... think I should be able to hold on. I still have a chance. As long as they can fulfill their promise after I go back, I can survive. So, Yang Jian, you better not think about selling me!"
Hearing Zhang Han's rejection, Yang Jian was a little disappointed and shook his head:
"What a pity, that's 100 million!"
When Zhang Han heard Yang Jian's regretful tone, his whole body trembled and he quickly got into his car. He felt that if he wandered in front of Yang Jian again, Yang Jian might directly kill him.
After killing him, sell it for money! With Yang Jian’s character, Zhang Han believes he can do it!
Looking at Zhang Han who got into the car in a hurry, Yang Jian shook his head, said nothing, got into the sports car and started the engine:
"Lin Qian, stop studying that thing. Feng Quan has been lying there for more than a month and hasn't figured it out yet. How could you possibly figure it out in just a short time?"
"Hurry up and sit down, we are leaving Huanggang Village!"
Hearing Yang Jian's words, Lin Qian was also helpless. He looked at the ghost coffin under his butt with fierce eyes:
"If I don't get your supernatural power today, my surname will not be Yang!"
Lin Qian thought so in his heart, he stopped sitting on the coffin, sat down from the ghost coffin, and sat next to the ghost coffin, but Lin Qian's hand never left the ghost coffin for even a second from the beginning to the end!
Seeing this scene, Yang Jian said nothing. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the sports car rushed out and left Huanggang Village.
The sports car was driving on the road, and Lin Qian, who was sitting in the back, suddenly felt something was wrong. He found that he was getting sleepy, and his sleepiness was getting stronger and stronger. Lin Qian was surprised to find that the ghost in his body did not react at all.
Sensing this situation, Lin Qian subconsciously looked at the ghost coffin, thinking it was the ghost of this thing, but before he could react, his eyes had been closed and he fell asleep, so defenseless.
Fell asleep!
Yang Jian, who was driving the car, was unaware of it. After driving on the road for a while, Yang Jian suddenly asked Lin Qian:
"By the way, Lin Qian, what was the level of the supernatural event you experienced? I didn't think to ask you in Huanggang Village. Now that it's safe, can you tell me?"
"Huh? Lin Qian?"
After waiting for a long time and not hearing Lin Qian's answer, Yang Jian was a little confused. He looked in the rearview mirror and found that Lin Qian had fallen asleep:
"Huh? Asleep? How could it be? Is it because you haven't slept for too long?"
Yang Jian thought like this and thought about various reasons. He even thought about hitting a ghost, but this was impossible, so Yang Jian just thought that Lin Qian was too sleepy, so he sat next to the ghost coffin to sleep.
It’s on.
Is this really the case? Of course not!
Lin Qian's current state is a bit strange. He seems to be dreaming. No, it doesn't seem like he is dreaming!
Lin Qian looked at the buildings from the Republic of China period in front of him, and he was completely confused:
"What's wrong with me? Also, where is this? How did you get here so well?"
Lin Qian looked around, a little speechless, but at this moment, Lin Qian saw a flower in front of his eyes, and then he saw a wall with several paintings hanging on the wall, most of which were models of the lake, and only one
Paintings are an exception.
It was a picture of a man. Judging from his clothes, he was undoubtedly from the Republic of China period.
The moment Lin Qian saw this painting, his eyes changed. His eyes were full of coldness, and he stared at the man in the painting.
The person in the painting seemed to be aware of Lin Qian's sight. He turned his eyes slightly and looked at Lin Qian. The moment the man saw Lin Qian, a smile appeared on his lips.
Lin Qian looked at the smile with an expressionless face. As the man in the painting changed, Lin Qian's eyes suddenly blurred. When he opened his eyes, he was already awake.
Lin Qian opened his eyes and lowered his head. He knew who the man was:
"Zhang Xianguang? That's it. I said that my body was carried by the ghost painting for so many days, but only part of the supernatural power was stolen. It turns out that he is also the person in the painting!"
"It seems that he also wants to control the ghost painting. In the original work, Zhang Xianguang prepared for so long but could not fully control the ghost painting. He even created a woman who looked exactly like the ghost painting for this purpose."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian's doubts disappeared a lot:
"It seems that I saw him in my dream today. It was not a coincidence. He used ghost paintings as a medium to directly pull me into a dream? What a weird method!"
When Lin Qian thought of this, her doubts disappeared a lot:
"Zhang Xianguang has been preparing for so long but still hasn't mastered the ghost painting. However, I have mastered some of the ghost paintings in just a few days. Is it because this threatens him?"
Lin Qian lowered his head and pondered:
"Zhang Xianguang was from the Republic of China. He has lived for such a long time. It is impossible that he did not have arrangements. My appearance may make him lose everything."
"Because I am the most likely person to fully control Gui Hua. Once I fully control Gui Hua, he will not be able to do anything to me. After all, by then, I will be difficult to kill."
"So, if Zhang Xianguang is determined to win the ghost painting, he must erase me before I find a way to completely control the ghost painting. If this is the case, then seeing him today is not a coincidence! It is inevitable!"
"So, does he want to see me? To see what kind of person can steal part of the ghost painting in front of him, and then find an opportunity to kill me!"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian's eyes narrowed:
"Is that so? If that's really the case, I have to speed up and at least grow to the point where I can compete with Zhang Xianguang!"
Just because she met Zhang Xianguang, Lin Qian thought of so many things. Lin Qian felt that what she thought was right. Everyone who lived from the Republic of China to the present had a clear purpose, such as the people in the Wang family's old house.
Bit.
But when Lin Qian opened his eyes, somewhere in a supernatural place, a man smiled and murmured to himself:
"Oh~ Is he a young man? Are all young people today so capable? He actually stole part of the ghost painting in front of me. What a great young man. It's a pity that he died."