The candle was burning and the light was swaying. The old man looked at Yang Jian with a lonely expression and said nothing.
Yang Jian also looked at the old man and twitched the corner of his mouth. He was now completely uninterested in the affairs of the Republic of China. Even if the old man deliberately said something affectionate, he couldn't afford any sympathy.
It doesn't matter whether he is wrong or not, he only cares about whether he can survive in the future.
From what he heard today, he can be 100% sure of one thing, that is, in the near future, the supernatural will completely break out, the kind that will affect the whole world, a full-scale outbreak, if his guess is correct.
At that time, not only the supernatural beings suppressed during the Republic of China will break out, but also the supernatural beings suppressed by the predecessors.
What the situation was like at that time, God knows, and only God knows.
Yang Jian exhaled, his eyes returned to calm, and he looked up at the sky outside the door.
"Had I known that, I would have listened to the advice and stopped pursuing the secrets of the Republic of China. I spent a long time here listening to nonsense."
The sky is filled with white clouds, rising and falling, and the golden sun is among them.
"Boy, what's the look on your face? Why do you feel as if you've stepped on a piece of dog shit?"
The old man said helplessly:
"Boy, you have to be considerate of us. There's nothing you can do about it, and we don't want this to happen."
well……
The old man let out a long sigh, looking very bitter.
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath. He was too lazy to say anything more, waved his hand towards the old man, stood up and said:
"Old man, I know almost everything. It's time for me to leave. I have to go to the headquarters tomorrow."
Looking at Yang Jian who stood up, the old man sighed, shook his head and said no more to ask Yang Jian to understand their time, it was not necessary.
Yang Jian is no more ruthless than Lin Qian.
"Okay, but you have to take Coco with you to Dajing City this time. Lin Qian specifically said before leaving that Coco should go with you. Coco has to ask the headquarters for something."
"As for what it is, I don't know."
The old man said in a calm tone, his expression regained his composure, as if the lonely old man just now was not him.
Yang Jian's eyes flickered, he looked at the old man, and then at Coco, who was wearing a bright red windbreaker. To be honest, if it weren't for the handsomeness of the little girl, she would be simply miserable in that red dress.
"Well, I understand, I will take good care of Coco."
After Yang Jian looked at the little girl for a while, he spoke.
The old man nodded, and a smile appeared on his face again. He still believed what Yang Jian said.
"That's good. I'll leave Coco to you. Don't let her be in danger. Otherwise, if she thinks she can't fight, she will be in trouble."
Hearing the old man's words, Yang Jian's face became serious:
"I'll pay attention."
"Okay, let's take Coco and leave. It would be better to go and come back early."
The old man looked at the little girl's back with some reluctance and let out a long breath.
Yang Jian didn't care much about this. He turned around and walked to Coco, who was wearing a bright red dress, rubbed her head and said:
"Let's go and go hang out in Dajing City with my uncle. I heard that there are a lot of delicious food there and the prices are quite cheap."
Coco, who had been secretly eavesdropping on their conversation for a long time, started to feel excited when she heard that she was going to Dajing City.
Now when he heard Yang Jian's words, he couldn't hold it back any longer. He jumped up with a smile on his little face:
"Great!"
After shouting cheerfully, Coco did not forget to turn around and wave goodbye to the old man:
"Grandpa Fang, Coco is gone. Grandpa, don't worry, Coco will miss you while eating!"
Hearing Lin Keke's words, Yang Jian was speechless. He held Keke's little hand and walked out of the tailor shop. Before leaving, he turned back and glanced at the old man with an extremely indifferent expression.
To be honest, if the old man had told him about the tragedy of the Republic of China before he became a ghost master and was still an ordinary person, he wouldn't have cared about anything.
Times are different and it's hard to empathize with him, let alone him now.
Now he also understood why Lin Qian didn't pursue the secrets of the Republic of China period, and even said that things during the Republic of China period were meaningless, which was very frustrating.
Now it seems to be true, life and death are determined by fate, wealth is in heaven, and an era often begins to be chaotic just because of a very absurd little thing.
This is what happened in the Republic of China...
"What a boring story, the Republic of China? Haha, a ridiculous era."
Yang Jian walked out of the tailor shop, holding Ke Ke's little jade-white hand, and looked up at the clouds and tigers in the sky. Storms were coming, the sky was about to change, and chaos was about to arise. Who could turn the tide?
Is it Yang Jian? Or is it the chuunibyou? Or is it Lin Qian?
Who knows? Maybe, maybe not. Yang Jian doesn't know how terrifying it would be to accumulate supernatural powers for thousands of years, and he doesn't want to know.
"I just want to survive, but why is it so difficult to survive?"
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. The sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.
Compared with Yang Jian, who was worried a lot, our Coco didn't have so many worries. With Yang Jian holding her hand, she pulled the small satchel on her body, patted the festive and cute little bag gently, and confirmed that it was a beautiful girl.
The tube was still inside, which made her feel relieved.
"When we meet the uncle named Wang Xiaoming, Coco must ask Uncle Wang Xiaoming to give her mother's things to Coco as soon as possible. Coco has not seen her mother for a long time."
The little girl was so happy thinking that she would be able to see her mother soon. As she walked, she fantasized about how to comb her mother's hair. Her mother used to like letting her comb her hair.
When she thought of combing her hair, the little girl suddenly thought of her mother's hair. Her mother's hair smelled delicious and felt smooth to the touch. She liked it best.
And my mother’s clothes are the softest and most comfortable, and she also likes them the most.
Although her mother doesn't like to talk very much, Cocoa just likes this kind of mother, especially her mother's undying love for her father, which makes Cocoa like her even more.
The little girl's thoughts were flying, turning into streams flowing into the distance and disappearing, like fleeting meteors, out of reach.
The little girl's thoughts are always wild and wild. One moment she thinks of her mother, another moment she thinks of her father, and the next moment she thinks of big chicken drumsticks.
Random thoughts in her mind, no pressure, but it kept her happy all the time.
The little girl in Yang Jian's eyes always seems to be so carefree, without any worries, and happy every day.
Except for that time when she saw Coco squatting alone next to Guixue, who was not very happy, she was so lively and cute at other times.
To be honest, he was a little envious. From this little girl, he saw a little bit of other things. With this little girl, he felt that some of his lost feelings had been restored.
This feeling is very good, it couldn't be better...
Yang Jian felt the change in his thinking, and the corner of his mouth curled up:
"Lin Qian, Lin Qian, with such a daughter, your wife will never be able to get rid of her."
A flash of red light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and Yang Jian knew very well how weird this little girl was.
From every time he comes into contact with this little girl, he can feel that this little girl can influence others. This influence is subtle. If he stays with her for a long time, he will involuntarily have a good impression of the little girl and the Cunning Bride.
The rest of the people are okay. After being affected, nothing will happen. Instead, they will slowly recover the emotions that were eroded by the evil ghost. This is a good thing.
But he was not very friendly to Lin Qian. For Lin Qian, this influence was undoubtedly to cultivate a relationship between him and the strange bride, an extremely strange relationship.
To put it nicely, it’s about feelings, to put it badly, it’s to deepen the connection...
That's why Yang Jian's words made Lin Qian and the Cunning Bride a match made in heaven...
Yang Jian smiled, it was none of his business anyway, she was just a bride, not his wife, so it would be better to let Lin Qian have a headache.
In the tailor shop, the old man looked at the large and small children leaving, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he shook his head helplessly:
"Doesn't this kid have any sympathy? How can he be as virtuous as Mr. Lin? Alas... I'm so worried..."
In the dim tailor shop, with candlelight flickering, an old man with gray hair, not much younger than Mr. Fang, walked out of the back room.
The white-haired old man looked out the door with a very calm expression. He sat down on the chair where Yang Jian had just sat, took another tea cup, got a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.
"Lao Fang, are you too busy? Why are you telling your juniors that you have nothing to do?"
"If he wants to ask about the secrets of the Republic of China, just tell him directly. What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You can talk about things that can be explained clearly in just a few sentences, but I am getting angry when I listen to you."
"I remember you weren't like this before. Why do you think you're sad for spring and autumn now that you're older?"
"Where did the recklessness of my youth go? Was it carried away by a dog?"
The white-haired old man glanced at Mr. Fang, his eyes full of disdain and verbose, not like a man.
Mr. Fang turned to look at his old friend, sighed, and did not care about his cynicism:
"Sigh... I originally wanted to tell the truth about the Republic of China period to make that kid feel even a little sympathy, even a little bit. It would be better if it was anger."
"The result is, well, this guy is not much worse than Mr. Lin. He remained expressionless throughout the whole process and even thought I was blabbering and never got to the point."
"I think when boy Lin heard this, he still looked at me like he was trash. But in the end, this boy didn't even look at me, which is a bit sad."
Hearing what Mr. Fang said, the white-haired old man's mouth twitched, but his face remained expressionless. The old man chuckled and said:
"Haha, how can today's young people understand the tragedy of that era? They have no time to take care of themselves, and they still sympathize with others?"
"Fang Qiu, are you out of your mind? How come this kind of thought appears in your mind?"
"You don't know what the situation is now? You don't care whether you can survive from the hands of the ghost in the ghost prison, but you actually want to let the younger generations sympathize with the previous era?"
"You don't know what that era was like? Do you deserve sympathy? Don't you know what Mr. Li's attitude was like?"
"How disappointed was Mr. Li after he came out of the supernatural land? How angry was he?"
"You really don't know how those warlord leaders died? Do you really think the inheritance from abroad is lost?"
Speaking of this, a coldness flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man:
"Fang Qiu, what's going on with you!"
Hearing the old man's scolding, Fang Qiu frowned, with some doubts in his eyes:
"There seems to be something wrong. I seem to be affected."
"Huh? Are you affected? Are you kidding me?" The white-haired old man frowned deeper than Mr. Fang.
Mr. Fang did not answer the old man's words, but stared outside the door, thinking about something in his eyes.
"Coco? How could the influence be so profound? It shouldn't be, Coco's influence is only for..."
Thinking of this, the old man's eyes condensed:
"Could it be..."
There was a look of horror in the old man's eyes, and he stared at the gate without saying anything for a long time:
"What is the impact of the change? The bride and Mr. Lin are about to get engaged?"
The white-haired old man looked at the silent Mr. Fang, his eyes full of doubts, but after thinking about it, he didn't bother to interrupt his thinking. This old guy has been very strange recently.
As for what he said to Yang Xiaozi, he clearly intended to guide Yang Xiaozi to do something. The secrets from the Republic of China period were not that long.
If Yang Xiaozi hadn't been too lazy to listen to Fang Qiu's nagging and chose to leave after knowing the general situation, Fang Qiu might have said more.
The more you listen, the more you think, and the more you think, you will have some ideas...
Wait, thought? This isn't...
The white-haired old man suddenly woke up and looked at Mr. Fang with extremely complicated eyes.
He knew what was going on. This old guy was influenced by the ghost in the ghost prison. The ghost in the ghost prison was about to come out!
The white-haired old man's expression changed uncertainly. Looking at his old friend who had been absentminded for a long time, Du Kang actually felt a little sad:
"Is another one going to die? There is one less drinking friend."
Du Kang, who was called Grandpa Du by Fang Chengshi, was the one who brewed the Resurrection Wine.
"Lao Fang, you have been coming to my place more often recently to get some wine back."
The old man whose thoughts were interrupted came back to his senses and looked at Du Kang in surprise:
"Another batch will be brewed so soon? Didn't you say it would take a few more days? How could it be so fast?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? I just came and got it when I asked you to. It's so verbose and boring."
"Forget it, I'm going back. I'm annoyed when I see your behavior."
The white-haired old man drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp, curled his lips, mumbled something dull, and left the tailor shop.
The old man looked at his resolute old friend and smiled without sending him off. He just sat on the chair and watched him quietly disappear from sight.
"Old guy, he's still as bad-tempered as before."
The old man shook his head, leaned on the chair, reached out and gently touched the black Tang suit on his body, his eyes dark and unclear.
"The wind is blowing, it's time to prepare for the funeral."
As soon as the old man finished his meaningless words, just as the old man said, a cold wind blew outside the door, blowing up a large amount of dust.
The old man looked at the floating dust, his eyes slightly narrowed, his face calm.
It's just a matter of life and death. Whatever you do is what you have to do. You can't escape it.
Dachang City
The cold wind blew in the face, and pedestrians on the street tightened their clothes, looked up at the warm sun, and cursed:
"Damn it, it's so weird. It's almost spring and winter is almost over. Why is it still so cold? It's not just these two days that it's cold in spring."
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the pedestrians shivered, quickly tightened their clothes, and walked quickly towards home.
"Damn it, the weather has been getting worse and worse lately. It's so cold that I can't even leave my house."
Yang Jian glanced at the cursing man, raised his head and stared at the sky for a while, thinking deeply.
"There is a problem, not only in Dachang City, but also in other cities."
Thinking of the weather changes in Dajiang City and Dachang City, Yang Jian had a premonition:
"The storm is coming."
A red light flashed across Yang Jian's eyes, he started the car and rushed towards the airport.
The greenery on the street recedes away from the eyes, and there are only a few pedestrians in front of it. The weather is too cold, and not many people are willing to hang out.
"Something is getting worse and worse lately. The weather is changing, and creatures in the Arctic and Antarctic are dying on a large scale."
"Supernatural events have begun to become more and more frequent. Even Dachang City, which has been swept away by starving ghosts, has begun to experience large and small supernatural events."
"Normally speaking, in a city that has been swept by S-class supernatural events, the probability of supernatural events will drop significantly, let alone special ghosts like the Starving Ghost."
"As a result, in the recent past in Dachang City, there have been more than a dozen supernatural incidents, large and small. Although they are all C-level supernatural incidents, they are easy to deal with."
"But this is enough to explain a lot of things. Something is going to happen."
Yang Jian looked at the scenery that was constantly retreating, and kept thinking in his heart:
"The biggest wave of supernatural resurgence is coming. I have to deal with my problems as soon as possible, otherwise I will easily die in the supernatural resurgence."
"The ghost's instinct has to be dealt with, and the ghost's eye has to find a way to kill it."
"Only in this way can I perfectly display the ghost realm of Ghost Eyes."
You must know that there are only two ghosts on him, the ghost eye and the ghost shadow. The ghost shadow is dead, but the ghost eye is not there yet. Although the ghost eye and the ghost shadow suppress each other, Yang Jian knows that as long as he opens his eyes again,
With just one eye, he will revive the devil.
Eight ghost eyes are not something he can suppress now. He can't even stack up to seven ghost eyes now. If another one comes, he will die.
"Where is the head?"
Lin Qian said that the ghost must have a head, and it slipped away under his nose.
"When I come back, I will investigate whether the people who left the mall that day are still alive. If they are still alive, it can be ruled out. But as long as someone dies, and it is not a normal death, it will be interesting..."
"Every time I think about it, I get into a lot of trouble. I really envy this little girl Coco."
Yang Jian glanced at Coco, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and saw her swaying her little feet and holding a big peach in her hand, and she was very excited to eat.
Yang Jian shook his head, looked away, and looked at Zhang Hao behind him through the rearview mirror. He was so dark that if it wasn't daytime, he might not even be able to see this guy.
What Lin Qian did was really unreasonable. He gave Zhang Hao such a trick.
A flash of sympathy flashed through Yang Jian's eyes, and he stared at the street ahead, driving lazily.
The wind is blowing, it’s time to rain...
Yang Jian drives very wildly, but he doesn't have to worry about getting into a car accident or being investigated, so he keeps driving at a speed that's fast.
I have to say that a good car is comfortable to drive.
In less than half an hour, Yang Jian arrived at the airport and parked his car in a parking space.
Yang Jian got out of the car carrying a luggage bag. Looking at the entrance of the airport, Yang Jian smiled and walked in.
Coco jumped up and followed Yang Jian, looking around curiously with her big, smart eyes.
To be honest, the little girl has gone out with Lin Qian so many times, but none of them have been by plane. They have all been in ghost realms, and they have arrived at their destination in less than a minute.
So she has never flown once before, but she has seen it often. She has wanted to try it for a long time, but it is a pity that her dear father has never given her a chance.
In addition, she often forgot about it while eating, so she never told Lin Qian about this little wish.
When Yang Jian saw Keke's curious look, he immediately became confused and wondered if Lin Qian hadn't brought the little girl to the airport.
But after thinking about Lin Qian's behavior, the corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. Well, if he was on the road in Ghostland, he would never go to the airport to fly. Sure enough, poverty limited his imagination.
Evil capitalists!
Zhang Hao was not carrying a duffel bag, but was carrying a backpack and silently followed the group of people, both large and small.
He was wrapped up tightly, with a hood covering his head, a mask on his face, and a pair of sunglasses. According to him, this could effectively avoid strange looks.
Although he looks very strange dressed like this, but compared to the way others look at him when they see his full face, it is not unacceptable.
After all, being blacker than black is really something worthy of attention.
Yang Jian expressed his understanding of this, and Coco also expressed his understanding. For the first time, the concepts of one big and one small coincided highly.
Coco touched the small satchel and once again confirmed that the painting tube was still there, she felt relieved again. She had just focused on looking at other things and forgot that there were ghost paintings in the small satchel.
Yang Jian had long noticed Coco's strange behavior. After all, the little girl touched the small satchel no less than twenty times along the way. Every time she made sure that there was nothing missing inside, the look of relief on her face was simply...
Makes you want to laugh.
The same is true now. Yang Jian also curiously asked Keke, but the result was not satisfactory. Keke just shook his head and said that he couldn't tell, because his father said it.
In this way, Yang Jian gave up the idea of asking and had no intention of forcing a check. After all, he still listened to the reminder from the old man in the tailor shop.
When we walked into the airport, because Yang Jian arrived at the right time, the plane was about to take off within a short while.
All passengers taking this flight have started to go through security check.
"What's in this? Open it and take a look."
When passing through the security check, a staff member pointed to the trunk of a middle-aged man.
"No, it's nothing, just some porcelain." The middle-aged man immediately opened the suitcase and was very obedient.
There are indeed some bottles, jars, plates, bowls, etc. inside, but they are not new porcelain. They look a little older, a bit like antique porcelain.
The security inspector pointed to a black ceramic jar and said, "What's in this? Open it and check."
"There's nothing inside, it's just an empty porcelain jar."
The middle-aged man opened the porcelain jar and asked the security inspector to check it. He was very cooperative.
The security personnel turned on the flashlight and shone it, and found that there was nothing inside. They then checked other things and found that there were no problems, so they allowed him to pass the security check.
Just when the middle-aged man passed the security check, there was sudden movement from behind, and even the nearby security guards rushed over.
"Don't be nervous. I am Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City. This is my ID." Yang Jian calmly took out the ID from his pocket and put the luggage bag next to him.
Before things could get into trouble, a person in charge who was waiting at the airport hurried over.
"Is it Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City? I'm really sorry. I just received the notice from above and haven't had time to inform you yet. If it brings bad influence to you, it is a mistake in my work. I hope you can forgive me."
"Please come with me and board the plane through the special passage here."
Looking at the airport manager with an apologetic smile on his face, Yang Jian rubbed Coco, who was a little shy, and smiled without paying much attention:
"It's okay, it's just a routine matter. Do you want to open it and take a look?"
Hearing Yang Jian's words, the person in charge of the airport immediately shook his head and said with anxiety on his face:
"That's not necessary. You have priority and we have no right to inspect your things."
"Oh, and this privilege is quite convenient." Yang Jian smiled, a little surprised.
"Okay, I won't waste your time and take us to board the plane."
After saying that, Yang Jian picked up his luggage bag, held Coco's hand, and followed the somewhat uneasy airport manager to the special boarding channel.
Zhang Hao followed silently and tightened the backpack on his back.
Just when Yang Jian was about to enter the special boarding channel, he frowned and looked at the other boarding channel with some doubts in his eyes:
"Is there a ghost? Or is it an ordinary person infected with the supernatural?"
I just felt the ghost eyes on his body twitching slightly. This kind of situation is usually caused by restless behavior when encountering the same kind of people. It usually doesn't happen.
"interesting."
Yang Jian looked at the fat man walking arrogantly, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Don't take it too seriously, we'll talk about it later."
"Yes, I understand." Zhang Hao looked away from the fat man, and the coldness in his eyes slowly disappeared.
"Detective Yang, did something happen?" the person in charge of the airport asked nervously.
"It's not anything, I just saw a fat man who seemed to be walking awkwardly, so I couldn't help but take another look." Yang Jian said casually.
"This, this is it, that's good, that's good."
The person in charge of the airport wiped the sweat from his forehead and almost thought something happened here. But he knew what this kind of people did.
If this kind of people say something is going on here, there is no need to doubt that something must have happened here.
"Lead the way, I'm scaring you. It's just an airport, what could happen?"
Yang Jianpi laughed with a smile, this guy is very interesting.
He wouldn't be surprised that this guy knew what people like them did.
Ever since the last S-class paranormal incident broke out in Dajiang City, the headquarters compromised due to Lin Qian's attitude and stopped concealing the authenticity of the paranormal incident.
Basically, anyone with a certain status knows something more or less, it just depends on whether they believe it or not.
"Okay, I'll take you to the plane right away."
The person in charge of the airport nodded quickly. Although he looked very nervous, he was relieved in his heart.
In this way, Yang Jian and his group boarded the plane smoothly, and just when Yang Jian was about to board the plane, Coco turned his head and glanced in one direction, with some doubts in his eyes:
"Mom? No, not mom!"
Looking in the direction of Coco, you can see the luggage carts transporting suitcases at the airport.
On the baggage transport truck at the airport, inside the middle-aged man's suitcase, with the bumps, an inconspicuous black jar lid inside opened a crack because it was not closed properly.
There was nothing unusual at first, but as time passed, a cold air gradually overflowed from behind the dark earthen jar.
The lights on the transport vehicle flickered, as if the wires were in poor contact and short-circuited.
The moment this phenomenon appeared, Yang Jian and Zhang Hao paused slightly as they stepped onto the plane, but then returned to normal.
A flash of red light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he was already thinking about it.
"It's the former. It seems I have to work overtime again."
After getting on the plane, Yang Jian said to Zhang Hao:
"Let's go there. The source should be in that fat man's suitcase. Before the thing fully recovers, bring it over and show it to me."
"Yeah, I got it." Zhang Hao nodded, his body was filled with coldness, a black and red color appeared, and Zhang Hao disappeared in place.
Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged. A scarlet ghost eye tore the skin from his forehead and appeared, flashing blood. No one in the first-class cabin noticed anything unusual.
In their eyes, Zhang Hao had never disappeared, and there was no ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead. Yang Jian led Coco to the seat, let Coco sit by the window, and sat outside.
Putting the duffel bag at his feet, Yang Jian began to wait. It was easy for Zhang Hao to handle a ghost of this level, and one that had just recovered.
It won't take more than a minute at most to catch the evil spirit.
Sure enough, in less than a minute, Zhang Hao walked up to Yang Jian, holding a porcelain jar and a pale ghost hand.
"That's it? Nothing else?" Yang Jian asked.
When I held the ghost hand in my hand, it was very scary, probably because it had just recovered.
"Well, this ghost should have escaped from this porcelain jar. If I am right, this porcelain jar should be a soul bottle, which was something that was buried with it in the past."
"This ghost was able to escape. It is probably because when going through the security check, the security inspector did not close the door tightly after checking, which caused the ghost inside to escape."
Zhang Hao sat down on the seat, just one aisle away from Yang Jian. He handed the porcelain jar to Yang Jian and continued:
"Boss, according to my speculation, there should be some evil ghosts here. Although the supernatural fluctuations are weak, you can still feel them."
"Oh, there are also ghosts. This is interesting. Let's check after we get off the plane to see who brought it on without fear of death. After we find out, ask this uncle if there are any other soul bottles. This thing should be
more than one."
Yang took the porcelain jar, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the ghost eyes on his forehead retracted under the flesh.
"Well, I understand." Zhang Hao nodded and had no objection to Yang Jian's arrangement.
Yang Jian looked at the soul bottle and ghost hand in his hand, raised his head and looked around, thought about it and just wanted to put these two things in a gold box.
He felt someone tugging at his clothes. When he turned around, he saw Keke looking at him pitifully, with eyes full of expectation:
"Uncle Yang, can you give this hand to Coco? Coco likes it very much."
Yang Jian:......
"Girl, are you kidding me?"
Yang Jian looked at the ghost hand in his hand and then at Coco's expectant eyes, and suddenly felt a headache.
"How does Lin Qian take care of the child? Does Li Gui like him just because he likes her? And looking at Coco's appearance, why does it look like he wants to play?"
"Uncle Yang, Keke is serious, very serious!" Keke said seriously.
Yang Jian was speechless for a long time. He knew that this little girl was powerful, but he didn't expect... alas...
"Okay, uncle will give it to you, but Coco, your promise to uncle, you can't let this hand escape. As long as you promise, uncle will give it to you, okay?"
"Well, well, well, Coco promises not to let Shou Shou escape!"
Coco nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice. Yang Jian was helpless at this. He shook his head without saying anything and handed the ghost hand to Coco.
After the little girl took over this pale ghost hand, she immediately became happy. She picked it up and started squeezing it left and right, having a great time playing with it.
Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that there was no problem with the ghost hands on Coco, but then he rubbed his eyebrows. The little monster of the Lin Qian family really lived up to his reputation.
"Is this the daughter of the Cunning Bride? She is so fierce. While other children are still playing with the Bumpman doll, she has already started playing with the ghost."
Yang Jian put the soul bottle into the gold box, then put it into the luggage bag, and couldn't help but sigh:
"The family's fierce god, the father is a starving ghost, the mother is a treacherous bride, the youngest..."
Yang Jian shook his head. This family simply couldn't imagine it, and he didn't know who would dare to provoke this family of three.
Zhang Hao silently looked away from Coco and leaned on the seat. The little girl was stronger than him and he couldn't afford to offend her.
There is no difference in first class except that the seats are better and there are fewer people. It is not as enjoyable as imagined.
During the waiting period, several passengers took their seats one after another. There were men and women, all of them were well-dressed and bright. At first glance, it was obvious that they were elites and successful people in society. Yang Jian only paid a little attention to them.
I didn't pay much attention to it after that, and just read magazines and played with the tablet on the seat to pass the time.
After playing with the ghost hand for a while, Coco became bored and put the ghost hand into the small satchel on her body.
It was at this time that Yang Jian glanced at a white painting tube. With just one glance, Yang Jian silently looked away, cursing in his heart.
"It's a stupid painting. It's a ghost painting. No wonder Lin Qian beat him to death and asked Coco to tell him what was in it."
"grass!"
However, after the initial panic, Yang Jian gradually came to understand that the ghost paintings are probably not dangerous now, which is actually quite understandable.
Lin Qian is controlling the ghost painting, and the supernatural power of the ghost painting is shrinking. In addition, the painting tube is being held by Coco, so there will be no problem with the ghost painting.
So Yang Jian felt relieved and no longer looked at the small satchel on Coco's body. This thing was very eye-catching. If nothing else happened, Lin Qian had tampered with it, otherwise the ghost hand would have started to revive long ago.
The devil won't just sit around quietly.
"Is this my friend's first time flying?"
In the first class cabin, a man in a suit looked at Yang Jian's bored look and asked.
Yang Jian turned to look at the man in a suit, with some doubts in his eyes:
"Is something wrong?"
"Well……"
Seeing Yang Jian's ability to answer conversations, the man in the suit felt a little uncomfortable. Why was this different from what he thought? Seeing as how young this kid was, why did he speak so directly?
"Friend, I have nothing to do. I just want to sleep, so can you please keep quiet? Although I don't mind you making noise like this, I hope you can respect others, okay?"
Hearing what the man in suit said, Yang Jian frowned:
"I probably didn't say anything to disturb you just now. If the few times I flipped through the book and clicked on the tablet affected your rest, then you should go to the cockpit and ask the captain to turn off the engine, because the sound of the engine is comparable to
I make a lot of noise."
"This way you won't hear any noise. If you still can't fall asleep like this, it means there's something wrong with your body or maybe your brain."
"I happen to know a few very authoritative experts and professors in Dachang City. They are very famous in China. They are very experienced in treating insomnia and neurasthenia."
"Would you like me to introduce you?"
"hehe……"
Several nearby passengers couldn't help laughing when they heard this, as if they were just watching the excitement and didn't mind the trouble.
The man in the suit suddenly turned ugly, with a gloomy expression on his face:
"you you……"
"Oh? What are you? Could you please make it clearer? Didn't you speak fluently just now? What, you stuttered?"
The man in the suit looked at the expressionless Yang Jian. Those indifferent eyes made him feel cold in his heart for no reason. What kind of look was that? What did this boy do?
"Haha, you are mute? Since I have nothing to say, I will just go to sleep with you and show off your presence. Do you think I am happy to talk to you?"
"wasting my time."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, he glanced at the man in the suit, then withdrew his gaze, and continued to flip through books and click on his tablet to pass the time.
Zhang Hao glanced at the man in a suit and didn't say anything. He leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes to rest. He was just an ordinary person. Even if he was a social elite, he was still an ordinary person.
When the man in the suit heard Yang Jian's words and looked at Yang Jian's appearance, his expression changed uncertainly. After hesitating for a while, he finally chose not to say anything harsh.
There was something wrong with this young man. He had a completely different style from the young men he had met before. He didn't have the childishness of a fledgling at all. He looked more like a butcher in a high position.
The man in the suit sat silently on his seat without saying a word. This time he suffered a big loss.
At this moment, in the cabin next to the wall, a sexy woman wearing sunglasses came over curiously and said with a smile: "Young handsome guy, you are awesome. You are so powerful. My sister likes you so much. Young handsome guy, can you please
Tell sister, what do you do?"
Handsome little guy?
Yang Jian turned his head to look at this uninvited sexy beauty with an expressionless face:
"Are you interested?"
Looking at those cold eyes, the indifference made this elite woman who was outstanding in the workplace feel numb and terrified.
Why do you have such a look!
"Uh..., I'm suddenly not very interested..."
The woman made a haha and lost interest in continuing the conversation.
Yang Jian glanced at the woman and said nothing. He turned to look at Coco, who was sleeping soundly. The corner of his mouth twitched. The little girl was really worried.
After once again confirming that the ghost hand inside Coco's little satchel would not escape, Yang Jian closed his eyes and began to rest with his eyes closed.
As for the sexy woman, after saying that she was not interested, she returned to her seat in a hurry, scolding herself for being useless.
She had never seen anything like this, yet she was frightened by the look in the eyes of a young man. She was really embarrassed.
Yang Jian just smiled at this and didn't pay much attention to it. If he met him now, if he met Lin Qian, haha... This woman would be very brave if she dared to look at Lin Qian.
After the storm subsided, the atmosphere in the first-class cabin was surprisingly quiet, and there was no further disturbance until the plane took off smoothly.
Although many people looked at Yang Jian strangely, this had little impact on Yang Jian. Because of Yang Jian's attitude, many people gave up the idea of making friends with him, including a fat man with a big belly.
In a white laboratory in Dajing City, Wang Xiaoming stood in front of an experimental table, rubbing his eyebrows and looking at the research information in his hand, "Manufacturing and Research Analysis of Coffin Nails."
"Li Jun, how long until Yang Jian arrives?"
Hearing Wang Xiaoming's sudden inquiry, Li Jun, who was standing aside, quickly replied:
"We've already boarded the plane. We'll be there in about two hours at most."
Wang Xiaoming nodded, put down the research analysis report in his hand, picked up a dark nail on the table, and his eyes flashed:
"By the way, what's going on with Ye Zhen in Dahai City?"
"This has been investigated clearly. According to the feedback from the person in charge of Dahai City, Ye Zhen has been confirmed to be missing just last week."
"And according to your instructions, Professor Wang, we investigated all the strange things that happened in Dahai City in those days."
"Finally, I discovered that on that day, around four to five o'clock in the afternoon, there were two streams of light, one green and one red, one green and blue, drawn in the sky above Dahai City."
"Based on the comparison of information obtained in the past, the green-blue streamer should be Ye Zhen's ghost domain, and the other green-red streamer should be Lin Qian's ghost domain."
"That is to say, since that day, there has been no news about Ye Zhen, and all news about Lin Qian have also disappeared. It is as if these two people have disappeared from the world."
Li Jun told all the information he found out in one breath. If he were not a ghost master, he might be out of breath.
"Oh~ Is that so? That makes sense."
Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses, and a light flashed in his eyes:
"Li Jun, seal the investigation information. This matter is too big. The fewer people who know about it, the better."
"clear!"
Li Jun nodded solemnly and said.
Wang Xiaoming gently flicked the nail in his hand and said with some regret:
"It's a pity that I never had the chance to contact Lin Qian, otherwise this nail in the coffin wouldn't be acting like this."
"Without reference, just relying on speculation, you can never make a complete finished product."
Putting down the coffin nails in his hands, Wang Xiaoming rubbed his brows. It really gave me a headache. There were so many things worth studying about Lin Qian.
But he never got it, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"After Lin Qian has finished handling his own affairs, I must ask Lin Qian to cooperate with my research, even if it is not research on starving ghosts, but other research."
Wang Xiaoming thought to himself, and for the first time he had a hope in his heart, that is, he hoped that when Lin Qian's brain was not working well one day, he would cooperate with him and let him study the Starving Ghost. Even if he studied it for one day, one day would not be too long.
, one hour is enough, just one hour is enough.
Li Jun looked at Professor Wang's expression of regret and regret for a moment. After enduring it, he couldn't hold it back anymore and chose to remind him:
"Well, Professor Wang, I think it's better for you to give up the idea of studying Lin Qian, after all..."
Having said this, Li Jun looked at the ghost coffin placed in the golden room and swallowed. Wei Jing was inside, and he hadn't been fished out yet.
It is estimated that Wei Jing will not be able to come out until Professor Wang comes up with a solution.
Seeing Li Jun stop talking midway through, Wang Xiaoming looked up at Li Jun. Seeing Li Jun looking to the right, and following his line of sight, Wang Xiaoming's mouth twitched slightly.
Then he pushed up his glasses and said to Li Jun in a serious tone:
"Li Jun, you have to believe me. My research has been scientifically proven. You have to believe in science!"
Li Jun:......
(Wei Jing:......)
Li Jun nodded seriously, expressing his unconditional belief in Professor Wang's "research":
"I believe in Professor Wang! I believe in science!"
"Ah That's good."
Wang Xiaoming nodded with satisfaction, glanced at the ghost coffin in the safe house, twitched the corner of his mouth, and stopped looking. He was tired from looking at it too much.
"Li Jun, go and notify the minister and ask him to seal that file."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
"By the way, if Yang Jian's plane is about to arrive, remember to call me as soon as possible. I have something to do with Yang Jian."
Wang Xiaoming stopped Li Jun who was about to leave. Li Jun nodded after hearing this:
"Understood."
After saying that, he left the laboratory. Looking at Li Jun leaving, Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, then picked up the coffin nail from the table and put it in his pocket.
Afterwards, he sorted out the scattered information on the table and turned around to leave the laboratory.
The laboratory became quiet, the lights went out, and the laboratory suddenly fell into darkness.
Not long after Wang Xiaoming left, the large black lacquer coffin parked in the safe room suddenly shook in the laboratory.
squeak
The lid of the black coffin suddenly opened a small crack, and a black mist slowly spread out from inside, strange and cold.
I don't know how much time has passed, but the black fog has enveloped the entire safe house, but because the safe house is made of gold, the black fog cannot spread.
winter, winter, winter
Suddenly, a silent knocking sound appeared from inside the black coffin, and at the moment this knocking sound appeared.
All the black mist in the safe house rolled back into the coffin, squeak...
The coffin lid was closed again, the small crack disappeared, and the entire laboratory returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
At the airport in Dajing City, a plane slowly docked. Yang Jian's eyes on the plane slowly opened, with a flash of red light in his eyes.
"It's finally here. Now I understand why Lin Qian always likes to use the Ghost Zone to travel. It saves time and effort, and it's not that boring."
After the plane docked safely, all the passengers began to get off the bus. Yang Jian patted Coco:
"Coco, we're getting off the plane."
Keke, who was fascinated by the lake, was led by Yang Jian. He didn't forget to wipe his mouth, and then subconsciously wiped the small satchel. After making sure that nothing was missing, he felt relieved again.
Yang Jian took Coco and walked off the plane, Zhang Hao followed silently. The man in the suit looked at the backs of Yang Jian and the three of them, with fire in his eyes.
"Wait, this is not over yet, let me check what kind of character you are."
"I've been out here for so long, and I've never been scolded like this before. You're the first one, kid."
…………
Outside the airport, there were Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, Shen Liang, and several unknown ghost masters.
"Professor Wang, is this Yang Jian worthy of your coming to pick him up in person?"
The person who spoke was a ghost controller named Zhong Shan, who expressed his disbelief that Professor Wang came here in person.
Hearing his words, Wang Xiaoming didn't speak, just looked at the airport exit quietly.
"Here we come, I hope I can get the solution to the ghost coffin this time."
Seeing that Professor Wang didn't answer what he meant, Zhong Shan didn't continue asking for trouble.
Professor Wang has a very strong purpose in doing things. He must need Yang Jian to do something, otherwise he would not come here.
"There are really a lot of people in Beijing."
Yang Jian got off the plane and walked towards the exit. In the direction of the exit, seven or eight staff members walked straight towards them, including one who was a criminal police officer.
"You are the person in charge of Dachang City, Yang Jian, nicknamed Ghost Eye Detective by insiders."
"Hello, my name is Chen Yi and I am one of the people in charge of Dajing City."
A middle-aged man with an expressionless face walked up to Yang Jian. The coldness on his body made Yang Jian's ghost eyes squirm slightly.
The top ghost controller? Controlled two powerful ghosts?
Yang Jian was a little surprised and looked at the person in charge of Dajing City who claimed to be Chen Yi.
This guy feels like he is not weak. Of course, this is just a feeling. This guy can't even defeat Zhang Hao, let alone him.
"According to your report, someone brought an artifact containing a ghost onto the plane?" Chen Yi asked.
Hearing that he was asking about this matter, Yang Jian waved to Zhang Hao and said:
"You can understand the specific situation with him and do the rest as I said before."
After speaking, Yang Jian looked at Chen Yi again:
"Just go and find out the situation from him. I don't have time to waste my time here."
Chen Yi's face sank slightly, his brows furrowed, he looked at Yang Jian and then at Zhang Hao. After a moment of silence, he said:
"Although this is not in compliance with the regulations, since there are people staying to understand the situation, let's forget it this time and won't do it next time."
"Oh? Why don't you do it next time?"
Yang Jian's face darkened, and he stared at Chen Yi unkindly. A scarlet ghost eye loomed on his forehead, and a sense of oppression arose spontaneously.
Chen Yi's expression suddenly changed, and he shrank slightly. The staff around him felt their scalps numb for no reason, and there was a voice in their heads constantly reminding them:
"Run! You will die!"
"Yang Jian! This is Dajing City!"
Chen Yi's eyes were cold and he stared straight at Yang Jian.
Hearing this, Yang Jian sneered at the corner of his mouth:
"Dajing City? Then, does this prevent me from killing you?"
"I handled a supernatural incident that was about to be resurrected, and you actually told me that it didn't comply with the regulations. Why are you still making excuses for me?"
"Chen Yi, right? Tell me what does not comply with the regulations mean? What does it mean to not follow the example?"
"If you can't tell Ziwuyinmao today, then I'll let you know today what it means to be unreasonable."
The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead were fully opened, and a red light loomed. Zhang Hao stared at Chen Yi without saying a word, but his cold eyes showed what he would do next.
Chen Yi's face was gloomy, staring at the ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead, and the veins on the hands shrunk inside his sleeves popped out.
Chen Yi knew in his heart that this boy named Yang Jian really dared to take action, even if it was in Dajing City.
"Yang Jian, rules are rules. This is a fact. I have relaxed the rules just now so that you can leave. Don't push yourself too far."
Chen Yi really didn't expect that he was just giving him a small insult, but in the end, this stupid young man couldn't suffer any loss.
You must know that this is Dajing City, and it is like this in Dajing City. If it were in his territory, this kid would have to be so arrogant.
Hearing this, Yang Jian's face turned completely cold. He had just stepped into Dajing City, and someone who had only managed two ghosts dared to blatantly suppress him.
How can you solve a supernatural incident and still not comply with the regulations? Relax the regulations? Haha... What a big statement.
"It seems that you can't explain clearly that Ziwu Yinmao is coming. Well, if that's the case, just be more careful in your next life. Why don't you make an example next time? It's normal."
The ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead flashed red, covering the luggage bag, and an old hatchet appeared in his hand. It was just the right thing to do now to scare the monkeys.
As soon as he arrived in Dajing City, he was scorned by others. If he could endure this, he didn't know what would happen next. He might even dare to sit on his neck and shit.
He didn't want to see this scene. If the tiger didn't show its power, would it really think Yang Jian was a sick cat?
"Yang Jian! Do you really dare to kill a person in charge in Dajing City?"
Chen Yi's face suddenly changed, and his body became even colder. He subconsciously took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on the hatchet in Yang Jian's hand. This knife is very dangerous! Extremely dangerous!
Yang Jian was too lazy to listen to what Chen Yi was saying. He didn't want to hear it now. He just wanted to kill this hot chicken first.
No matter how you kill him first, we'll talk about the rest later, it doesn't matter whether there's someone behind you to give instructions or someone to back you up.
Yang Jian looked at Chen Yi calmly. The ghosts on his body covered the surroundings, and illusory figures appeared one after another. Yang Jian looked carefully and saw that there were quite a few.
After locking Chen Yi's shadow, Yang Jian slashed it with a hatchet without saying a word, aiming for the figure's neck.
"Yang Jian! Stop, give me some face."
A somewhat familiar voice quickly appeared in Yang Jian's ears. Just when the hatchet was about to hit the figure's neck, Yang Jian stopped, frowned, and turned to look:
"Wang Xiaoming, why is he here?"
Seeing Yang Jian stop wielding the knife, Wang Xiaoming walked forward quickly, looked at Chen Yi, and stopped paying attention to him:
"Yang Jian, give me some face and let Chen Yi go. The current situation is a bit special. One less top ghost controller means one less hope."
With Wang Xiaoming's appearance, the airport began to be cleared, and Shen Liang, Li Jun, Zhong Shan, and Guo Fan came around Wang Xiaoming.
Chen Yi looked at the hatchet that stopped not far away, and his eyes trembled slightly. Although he didn't know what would happen if the knife was struck, he knew that he would most likely die.
Yang Jian glanced at Shen Liang and the others, narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally looked at Wang Xiaoming. After thinking about it, he took back the hatchet, ghosted out and returned to its original position.
"I'll give you a face, but I don't hope that there will be another time when I solve a newly revived supernatural incident, and you actually tell me that it doesn't comply with the regulations, haha... This is really interesting."
Yang Jian put the hatchet back into his luggage bag, the ghost eyes on his forehead retracted into his flesh, and he looked at Chen Yi coldly, with a sneer on his lips.
Hearing Yang Jian's words, Wang Xiaoming was thoughtful and glanced at Chen Yi without saying anything. However, Shen Liang's expression changed. Chen Yi was his, but he never ordered him to give Yang Jian's words.
It's only right to show off your power once in a while.
Shen Liang looked at Chen Yi, who had a gloomy expression, and narrowed his eyes.
"Professor Wang, Captain Shen, according to regulations, after handling a supernatural incident, you must create a file and hand over the imprisoned ghost. You should be aware of this regulation."
"But from the first time I met this ghost-eyed Yang Jian, he had no intention of doing this, and I respect his choice. I just asked him to leave one person behind to establish a file."
Chen Yi had a gloomy face, stared at Yang Jian, and spoke word by word.
Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming with cold eyes:
"Whose person?"
"He doesn't belong to anyone, that's just the way he is. He does everything in accordance with the regulations." Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said.
Chen Yi is right, the regulations also have this provision, but sometimes the regulations also depend on the person...
Just like this situation now.
Hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, he thought for a while, nodded and looked at Shen Liang:
"We meet again, Captain Shen."
Shen Liangpi smiled without a smile and nodded to express his friendship. He had a headache now. Chen Yi almost got him in trouble. It would be better not to say anything else now. Talking too much will lead to mistakes.
"Yes, we meet again. Time flies so fast." Shen Liang said with a haha.
Sometimes it is a good choice to change the topic. Shen Liang walked to Chen Yi and signaled Chen Yi to stop talking with his eyes.
If he continues talking, maybe Yang Jian won't even give Professor Wang face, and will definitely kill Chen Yi. How many people present will be able to stop him?
Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and looked at the sleepy little girl standing next to Yang Jian. She shrank slightly and said nothing.
As long as Lin Qian doesn't come, everything will be fine.
Looking away from the sleepy little girl, Wang Xiaoming said to Yang Jian:
"Yang Jian, it's not convenient to talk about things here. Go to the car."
Yang Jian looked around and thought about it. It happened that he also had something to ask Wang Xiaoming about.
"Can."
Yang Jian picked up the duffel bag and held Coco's hand. Before leaving, he told Zhang Hao:
"You stay here and cooperate with Captain Shen's actions. You can just briefly describe the situation on the plane."
"Okay, boss."
Zhang Hao tightened his clothes, nodded and said.
Seeing this, Yang Jian said nothing, glanced at Chen Yi, grinned, and walked out of the airport with Wang Xiaoming, followed closely by Li Jun.
Shen Liang and others looked at Yang Jian and the others who were leaving in silence. Chen Yi looked at Zhang Hao, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, with deep eyes.
"Chen Yi, you are too impulsive. Rules are dead but people are alive. Why are you confronting him head-on? It's not like you haven't heard of his temper."
Guo Fan looked at Yang Jian's back and took a deep breath. He remembered clearly what happened at the Caesar Hotel last time.
If he hadn't been lucky enough, he might have died inside.
Compared to the trepidation he felt when he entered the Caesar Hotel, Yang Jian could be said to have pushed him through. Later, Feng Quan said that Yang Jian had controlled the source ghost as soon as he entered.
Then, and then nothing more...
Chen Yi snorted coldly, glanced at Zhang Hao, fell silent, and did not continue to speak.
"Yes, Chen Yi, Yang Jian's temper is like this. Don't take it too seriously. Just pay more attention in the future." At this time, Zhong Shan also said.
"Okay, just stop saying a few words. The matter has passed and there is no point in talking about it now."
Shen Liang glanced at a few people, his eyes twinkling, and finally he looked at Zhang Hao, a smile gradually appeared on his face:
"Zhang Hao, I know you are one of the people in charge of Dachang City, a very capable newcomer, so I would like you to make a file for us this time. Don't worry, it won't take long."
Zhang Hao nodded with a calm expression. He didn't care about these people, even if one of them was the captain.
He will only follow Yang Jian's arrangements.
Outside the airport, Yang Jian led Coco and sat into an armored vehicle. The moment he sat in, Yang Jian's face moved slightly and he stepped lightly on the vehicle body with his foot.
"Gold has some meaning."
After closing the car door, Yang Jian didn't care too much. Wang Xiaoming was also in the car and he was safe.
"Li Jun, go to the dangerous goods storage area."
"Okay, Professor Wang."
Li Jun responded, started the car, and drove towards the dangerous goods storage place Wang Xiaoming said.
The car drove smoothly. Yang Jian glanced out the window and did not speak immediately.
Wang Xiaoming took off his glasses, his pale and colorless face looked calm.
"Yang Jian, let's make a deal. Don't interrupt us yet. You can make a decision after I finish."
Wang Xiaoming stopped Yang Jian's intention to speak and continued:
"Yang Jian, you should know that the headquarters has a lot of resources. Of course, this is true for individuals."
"Our headquarters currently collects a lot of supernatural items. I believe you are aware of this. After all, the ghost camera on Lin Qian's body flowed out from the headquarters."
"So, Yang Jian, I would like to use two supernatural items in exchange for the right to use the human skin paper in your hand. It doesn't take long, as long as I get the information I want."
"Yang Jian, what do you think?"
Wang Xiaoming stared at Yang Jian, with some fluctuations in his eyes. After hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Yang Jian did not answer immediately, but lowered his head and started thinking:
"Wang Xiaoming has wanted human skin paper for a day or two. Although human skin paper is sometimes scary, it is very useful, especially when Lin Qian is around. This human skin paper is not very easy to use."
"So I can't give it to Wang Xiaoming, but it's not impossible to just lend it to him for a look. The two supernatural items sound very good. Unfortunately, I also have a lot of supernatural items."
"Ghost mirror, hatchet, lantern..."
"However, who would dislike having less money?"
After thinking about this, Yang Jian smiled inwardly, but his face remained expressionless:
"Professor Wang, are you missing two supernatural items? If you add two more red ghost candles, I can lend them to you for an hour."
After hearing what Yang Jian said, Wang Xiaoming agreed without hesitation:
"Okay, deal is done. When you arrive at the destination, you can choose two supernatural items at will, and the ghost candle will be delivered to you as soon as possible."
Well……
That's sloppy... I should have made more points if I knew it. Poverty really limits my imagination...
Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming with a complicated expression, sighed, took out a gold box from his luggage bag, and handed it to Wang Xiaoming.
"The thing is inside. Just a friendly reminder, don't completely believe what it says. You may get tricked in if you are not careful."
Wang Xiaoming took the gold box, his eyes thoughtful, and looked up at Yang Jian. Just as he was about to open the box, he heard Li Jun remind him:
"Professor Wang, let me open it. After all, this is an unknown supernatural being."
"No, I have discretion."
Wang Xiaoming rejected Li Jun's kindness and opened the gold box directly, revealing the old human skin paper inside.
Seeing this, Li Jun did not stop him, but stared at the rearview mirror, ready to rescue at any time.
Seeing Li Jun's extremely vigilant look, Yang Jian smiled and didn't pay too much attention. He rubbed Coco's head. The little girl was still drowsy. She didn't know what was going on. She just couldn't wake up.
the same.
Wang Xiaoming picked up the human skin paper and found that it was delicate and smooth. It was undoubtedly human skin.
"My name is Yang Jian. I believe that when you read this sentence, I will be dead..."
Before Wang Xiaoming could finish reading the following information, the words on the human skin paper disappeared quickly, and then new words appeared.
Wang Xiaoming's face changed slightly, his eyes flickered, he stared at the new words on the human skin paper, and began to read them word by word.
The more he looked, the more Wang Xiaoming's eyes flickered. Yang Jian kept observing the changes in Wang Xiaoming's expression from the side, but after watching for a long time, he couldn't see anything.
It was just that there was a lot of information on the paper, which made Yang Jian a little strange:
"Is the way I use human skin paper wrong? Is this the correct way for Wang Xiaoming to use it?"
"No, it's impossible. I have found the correct way to use human skin paper, so mine is the most correct. The human skin paper will become like this this time. It must be because I finally met an ordinary person, so I plan to start making it.
Just a little calculation."
Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, and he already had some concerns in his heart.
Time passed slowly, and the scenery outside the window kept changing. Dajing City seemed quite peaceful.
There are many people shopping on the street. Although the weather changes have made many people selectively stay home, there are still so many people coming out.
In this regard, Dachang City cannot be compared.
As Li Jun drove towards the dangerous goods storage area, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and a building came into view, Ping An Building.
"Does mom work here? It looks very nice."
Without stopping here, Li Jun went straight past here and came directly to the headquarters. After waiting for the car to stop, only more than 20 minutes had passed.
But at this moment, Wang Xiaoming returned the human skin paper to Yang Jian.
Taking the human skin paper, Yang Jian was slightly surprised:
"Don't look anymore? It's not even an hour yet, just over twenty minutes have passed."
Wang Xiaoming shook his head, put on his glasses again, and said calmly:
"You already know what you should know, and you know what you shouldn't know. There is no need to read any more."
Yang Jian repackaged the human skin paper, picked up the luggage bag and got out of the car:
"Professor Wang, I have to say you are very smart."
"Just think you are complimenting me."
Wang Xiaoming got off the car, looked at the clouds rolling in the sky, turned around and said to Li Jun:
"Ask Mr. Qin to go to Moments and tell me that I need ghost scissors. I borrowed them and will return them after I use them."
Li Jun, who had just got off the car, was a little stunned when he heard this. He looked at Yang Jian, thought for a while and said:
"After Yang Jian finishes selecting the supernatural items, let Mr. Qin go there."
"Okay." Wang Xiaoming nodded, and then said to Yang Jian:
"Let's go, I'll take you to select the supernatural items. After you finish selecting, someone will take you to a place to rest. There will be a meeting in a few days, and you will be notified to attend."
"You can visit Dajing City in these two days. You have plenty of time. Of course, you can also go to the training base to participate in training. These are all allowed."
After hearing what Wang Xiaoming said, Yang Jian thought for a while and agreed, but he didn't say anything and followed him into the underground of the headquarters.
And the moment Yang Jian brought Coco into the headquarters, in a room, an old man on crutches suddenly opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes slightly turned his sight and looked in one direction: