At the headquarters, Yang Jian walked through a downward passage and arrived at a spacious underground warehouse.
"This is where supernatural objects are stored. There is a supernatural object placed in each of those rooms. You can look all the way through and pick it out if you like it."
Wang Xiaoming looked at the rooms and said to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian looked at those rooms. There were at least dozens of rooms, which also meant that there were really a lot of supernatural items in the headquarters.
"There are quite a lot of things, and the headquarters has a really deep foundation."
Yang Jian muttered in his heart and glanced at an old man standing next to Wang Xiaoming, his eyes thoughtful.
"The Headquarters' Dinghai Shenzhen? No wonder the Headquarters has the confidence to check and balance all the ghost masters."
Seeing Yang Jian looking over, Mr. Qin smiled at him:
"You've grown so big in the blink of an eye. Young boy Yang is pretty good."
Hearing this, Yang Jian was a little confused:
"you know me?"
Mr. Qin had a smile on his face:
"I gave you your name. It can be seen that you are not very disgusted with this name. Your father was also a very good man and was considered a leader among the previous generation. Unfortunately, he died early.
"
Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and the look he stared at the old man was a little... complicated?
"Dad is a ghost master? I thought he was just an ordinary person."
Yang Jian's eyes flashed. The word father often appeared in his childhood. He would see his father's appearance every day. On the altar, there was a black and white photo of him.
He remembered that when he was a child, his mother often looked at the portrait without saying anything for a long time, and even started sobbing softly while looking at it. He didn't know how to comfort her every time.
His father is too strange in his heart...
"Boy, don't think too much. I can't do anything about your dad. This is the path he chose." Mr. Qin said.
Yang Jian shook his head, his expression surprisingly calm:
"I don't think too much. Everyone has their own choice. My father is like this, and so am I."
Mr. Qin smiled and nodded, not paying much attention to what Yang Jian said.
But at this time, Coco pulled Wang Xiaoming's clothes. Wang Xiaoming lowered his head and looked at Coco with some confusion:
"Are you alright?"
Coco looked extremely serious at this moment, looking at Wang Xiaoming:
"Uncle Wang, dad asked you to return mom's things to me."
"Huh? Mom's stuff?" Wang Xiaoming was a little confused.
"Yeah! Mom's stuff!" Coco nodded seriously and confirmed it again.
Hearing Keke's words, Yang Jian looked slightly weird. It's her mother's things. Isn't this little girl's mother the Cunning Bride?
So the mother’s things should belong to the Cunning Bride. From this point of view, if nothing else, it’s the Cunning Bride’s jigsaw puzzle.
"There is still a puzzle piece of the Cunning Bride in the headquarters? This is interesting."
Mr. Qin looked at the little girl in bright red clothes with a slightly complicated expression and a rare hesitation. After thinking for a while, he answered Coco's question for Wang Xiaoming.
"Little girl, your mother's things cannot be given to you for the time being. Your father can only get those things by himself. If I give them to you, your father will not feel very good."
Hearing Mr. Qin's words, Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized that it was that thing.
After hearing this, Keke immediately slumped down and looked at the old man listlessly, with disappointment and entanglement on his face:
"Okay, no more."
When Yang Jian saw Coco's appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he had a bad guess in his heart. Could this little girl want to give something to the strange bride?
This should...not be possible.
Mr. Qin smiled and said nothing. He gave the thing to this little girl now. Lin Qianliang was 100% cool. He didn't even have to hold a wedding in the future. He just skipped the key point of balance. Then, there was nothing more.
The bride completes a big piece of the puzzle, and the chaos begins...
"Professor Wang, take Yang Jian to pick out something. I'll wait for you here. This little girl will follow and give her the music box. This is hers."
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and looked at Coco with a slightly strange expression. After thinking about it, he nodded:
"Well, I understand."
"Let's go, finish picking it up quickly, I still have research to do."
Yang Jian looked at the old man and then at Coco, his eyes flickering.
"It seems that Coco's problem is not small."
Mr. Qin watched the three people walking towards those rooms with a very calm expression. He was very optimistic about Yang Jian. Needless to say, he was very optimistic about this.
As for Coco, Mr. Qin is very complicated. This little girl has a big problem.
"It's not easy to deal with. Let's see what kind of situation Mr. Lin is in then."
The old man's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked away from the three of them, no longer looking at them.
"what is that."
Yang Jian asked, pointing to a golden box in a room.
Wang Xiaoming glanced at it, recalled it a little, and remembered this thing:
"As for this room...I remember correctly, it should be a shroud. It is used to wrap corpses, but it can be used on ghosts. It can completely suppress the ghosts' actions. So far, it has not failed.
Recording, but the shortcoming is also obvious, that is, it takes a little time."
"This thing is similar to the ghost rope on your body. It's a bit useless to you."
Hearing this, Yang Jian nodded, agreeing with Wang Xiaoming's point of view:
"It's really a bit useless. It takes time to wrap up a ghost, and the ghost won't give you such time. When you wrap the ghost in the shroud, the ghost will probably kill you several times, and the ghost won't give you time."
Having said this, Yang Jian paused slightly, and a red light flashed in his eyes:
"Wait a minute...it seems there are some ghosts that don't move much."
Suddenly, he thought of the tall rotting male corpse in the Caesar Hotel in City Z.
"If I had had this shroud, I might have been much more relaxed."
"It's a pity. I should have come to the headquarters earlier to have a look, otherwise I wouldn't have opened one eye again."
Yang Jian shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and walked towards the next room. He would not choose something as impractical as a shroud.
There are very few places where this thing can be used, not even compared to the ghost rope. The only advantage is that it can form absolute suppression, making the trapped ghost unable to move.
Wang Xiaoming didn't seem surprised that Yang Jian didn't choose this thing. No one with a little bit of brain would want this thing.
After walking through each room, Yang Jian saw many supernatural objects, such as music boxes, shrouds, human skin lanterns, dead streamers, human skin bags, ghost money...
Although he wasn't very interested in most things, it increased his knowledge and allowed him to learn a lot of incredible things, which can be regarded as some growth.
In addition, Yang Jian also clearly understood how strong the headquarters' background was.
It's already pretty good for a ghost controller to get one supernatural object, but here he saw dozens of them. He had to admit that the energy of the headquarters was indeed huge, not just one or two inflated ghost controllers.
can be fought against.
Of course, except for some people, Lin Qian, a pervert, has countless supernatural items on his body. According to this guy's character, who doesn't even let go of ghosts, he must have a lot of things on his body.
"This is..." Yang Jian's eyes suddenly moved and he stopped in front of the door of a small room.
Through the glass window, he saw a door standing in the room inside, an old wooden door.
The wooden door is a single-opening style, covered with red paint. What people notice is that the door is covered with chains. The chains are specially made and made of gold. It seems that the people at the headquarters do not want this door.
was opened.
The reason Yang Jian paid attention to this door was because the color and style of the paint on it looked a bit like...a ghost closet.
Hearing Yang Jian's voice, Wang Xiaoming glanced at the music box that Coco was playing with, looked at where Yang Jian was staying, his eyes flickered slightly, and he walked over.
"This is the ghost door. Although it looks like just a wooden door, when it is opened, a fierce ghost walks out of it. Behind the door seems to be connected to a terrifying ghost realm. Many people were sacrificed to imprison this thing, so for the sake of safety
Consider that this thing is prohibited from being applied for use."
"I have also researched it, but the results are not ideal. I haven't come up with anything. This thing is very dangerous."
"Of course, Mr. Qin usually throws some evil ghosts in. This thing is very effective for imprisoning evil ghosts."
Hearing this, Yang Jian was a little surprised that the headquarters actually had this thing, but then he also became a little surprised. No wonder the headquarters dared to let the ghost controller send the ghost to the headquarters.
It turns out that it’s not just for research, but also for finding a solution.
Looking at the old wooden door, Yang Jian suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked extremely vigilant.
I saw that the old wooden door in the room suddenly began to vibrate violently, and the door handle was twisted by something, as if something behind the door wanted to open the door and come out.
However, because the chain wrapped around the door prevented the door from opening, it still opened a gap from time to time due to violent vibrations.
The place behind the crack in the door was dark and cold, revealing a deep strangeness, as if to say that no one should come near inside.
"What's going on?" Yang Jian turned to look at Wang Xiaoming.
Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and looked at the ghost gate with a very calm expression:
"This is normal. There is a rule for this door. The ghost must be fully opened before the ghost can come out. If it is just opened a crack or half open, the ghost will not come out. So don't look at the occasional noise.
In fact, this is just a normal situation, no need to make a fuss."
"Is that so? That's really interesting. Professor Wang, do you think Lin Qian would like this thing very much if he were here?"
Yang Jian looked at the old ghost gate with a vague smile on his face.
Wang Xiaoming:……
At this moment, Wang Xiaoming could imagine Lin Qian's expression after knowing about this door.
Lin Qian: At the ghost gate, will there be evil ghosts coming out of it? Is there such a good thing in this world?
Wang Xiaoming rubbed his eyebrows, feeling helpless, and sighed, his thoughts about studying the starving ghosts getting stronger.
"Yang Jian, after reading so much, have you made up your mind about what to choose? My time is limited, so I can't watch it with you for a long time."
"Actually, it doesn't make much sense if you continue reading, because there are some extremely dangerous things from this hell gate onwards, and their usefulness is far outweighed by the harm they cause. I believe you won't be interested."
Wang Xiaoming really wanted to do research now. The human skin paper gave a lot of information. He had to consider it one by one to confirm whether it was feasible before conducting experiments.
"Why panic? There are so many things. You have to give me some time to think about them. After all, it would be too difficult to pick two things out of so many things."
"How about we stop here for today, and I'll tell you what I want in a few days."
"Of course, if you ask me to get a few more, I can give you an answer now...how about that? Am I being very kind?"
Well……
Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian calmly, like a Yang Jian who was undecided and wanted more money.
"Yang Jian, fortunately this is the headquarters, otherwise according to your personality, you would definitely want them all."
"Okay, just do what you said. You can come and pick it up anytime. But you can't come here in person next time. I will arrange for someone to deliver the things to you after you make your choice."
"After all, Mr. Qin is very busy..."
Wang Xiaoming said the last words meaningfully, which left Yang Jian speechless.
"Professor Wang, how could I do such a thing? I am not Lin Qian. Only he can do this kind of thing."
"You should trust me as much as you trust science."
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming's eyes twitched slightly. Science? Well, I believe in science!
"Okay, I know your virtues very well, and I also know Lin Qian's virtues very well..."
Yang Jianpi smiled nonchalantly, not caring about the implication of Wang Xiaoming's words.
"Okay, I'll let you know when I think about it."
Wang Xiaoming nodded, turned around and left with Yang Jian and Coco.
Yang Jian smiled and held Coco's hand and walked behind. Before leaving, he turned back and took a deep look at the shaking ghost gate, his eyes shining red.
"Interesting stuff, someone will really like it."
Looking away, Yang Jian looked at Coco, who saw Coco holding the music box with a smile on his face. To be honest, he also liked this music box. It was a very practical thing. Although the side effects were too great, who would care so much in a crisis.
It's a pity that this thing is now owned by Coco.
Mr. Qin watched the three people walking out, glanced at the music box in Coco's hand, and stopped looking at it:
"What did you pick?"
Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said:
"He said he would think about it for a few days and then give me an answer."
"Is that so? A good choice." Mr. Qin nodded; "Let's go and take you out. It's not good to stay here for too long."
After saying that, he led the three people towards the outside. Yang Jian didn't agree with this and left directly.
I have no intention of feeling nostalgic, even though there are a lot of good things here.
On the way out of this place, Yang Jian suddenly asked Wang Xiaoming a strange question:
"Professor Wang, did the ghost coffin research fail?"
After hearing this, Wang Xiaoming's expression did not change much. He thought for a while and said:
"There were some problems, but they were not major. The expected direction was wrong. The coffin was not prepared by an individual but for a ghost. So I did all the research and stayed stuck there motionless."
"But now I basically know how to do it, thanks to the piece of human skin..."
"I have to say, supernatural beings are really a miraculous thing."
Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Yang Jian fell silent. Sure enough, there would be no harm without comparison. Why did he need Lin Qian to threaten him when he used human skin paper?
But Wang Xiaoming doesn’t need it? Is it just a matter of waiting for others to order the dishes?
Sooner or later, Lin Qian will eat you because you are so stupid.
Yang Jian was silent, thinking to himself. When Wang Xiaoming saw that Yang Jian was silent, he didn't care too much. He pushed up his glasses, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
""Gui Cha? It's a very good code name."
After walking out of the dangerous goods storage area, Wang Xiaoming stopped Yang Jian who was about to leave for the Ping An Hotel:
"Yang Jian, how about another deal?"
"Oh? Make another deal? What deal?"
Yang Jian stopped leaving and turned to look at Wang Xiaoming with a confused expression. He didn't know if there was anything else in him that could interest Wang Xiaoming.
The human skin paper is already his biggest secret.
Wang Xiaoming did not answer Yang Jian's words immediately, but looked at Mr. Qin and said:
"Mr. Qin, could you please visit the circle of friends? The ghost scissors are on Fang Shiming's body, so I can borrow them. I need that thing for the next experiment."
Mr. Qin smiled and nodded:
"It's not troublesome. It's just a walk. It doesn't take much effort."
"Then I'll trouble Mr. Qin." Wang Xiaoming said apologetically.
Mr. Qin said nothing, looked at Yang Jian, smiled and left the headquarters.
Looking at the old man's back, Yang Jian's eyes flickered and he didn't say anything.
"Calculate the time, you should have something wrong with your body."
Wang Xiaoming looked away from the old man, turned to look at Yang Jian, and suddenly said these words.
Hearing this, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly:
"What do you want to say?"
Wang Xiaoming didn't care about Yang Jian's strangeness, but said to himself:
"Your weird resurrection was actually not perfect. I knew your situation at the first glance after you came back online. The functions of the human body are often very fragile. As long as something goes wrong, it will get worse and worse.
, so I feel that from the end of the Dachang City incident to now, your body has almost reached its limit."
"Although you seem to have no problem now and look normal, I can deduce that you are not the only ghost rider with physical problems. Many people have similar situations."
"So, what do you want to say? What is your deal? You have said so much, are you just trying to give me some popular science?" Yang Jian stared at Wang Xiaoming, his expression surprisingly calm:
"If that's the case, then you don't have to."
Wang Xiaoming waved his hand, took out a dark nail from his pocket and said with a smile:
"I don't mean that. Take a look at this thing. Does it look familiar to you? Does it look like a nail in a coffin?"
Yang Jian stared at the coffin nails in Wang Xiaoming's hand and shrank slightly:
"Have you mastered how to make coffin nails?!"
Hearing Yang Jian's words, Wang Xiaoming shook his head:
"It's not a real coffin nail, it's just a replica. After all, there is no real coffin nail as a reference, it's just something made based on a guess."
"I made this using the ghost that was gestating in the ghost coffin. Although there was something wrong with the experiment, it was still somewhat fruitful. I used your method to make this thing crash, and asked Li Jun to help make it.
It’s like this.”
"From the current point of view, this thing is very stable. This coffin nail can suppress three fierce ghosts without brains. If some side effects are ignored, its value is equal to that coffin nail."
After hearing Wang Xiaoming's explanation, Yang Jian looked at him very strangely. He looked at the coffin nail. When he looked at Wang Xiaoming, Yang Jian let out a long breath:
"Professor Wang, I have to admit that you are really a genius. You came up with this thing just by relying on my imperfect methods."
He had heard Lin Qian say before that the nail in the coffin was a ghost, a dead ghost. It was because of its extremely high degree of terror that it had such a strong suppression power on ghosts.
At that time, he also asked Lin Qian, saying that since he knew this, if there was any way to make it, the result was damning, no.
Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming like a monster. This guy actually made a coffin nail. Even if it was incomplete, it was enough!
"Tell me, what do you want? You took out all this for that thing. Obviously you are determined to get that thing." Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming and said in a low voice.
He needs this thing very much now, to suppress three fierce ghosts without brains. He just needs it now, the ghost eyes are revived, and the headless ghosts are restless. If this thing is nailed into the body, the ghost eyes and ghosts will be suppressed instantly.
And there is basically no recovery time...
"I will use this thing to exchange for the ghost rope on your body, which is the dead ghost rope. Yang Jian, I am very sincere, you can consider it." Wang Xiaoming handed over the coffin nail in his hand, sincerely.
Complete.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and did not take the coffin nail immediately. Instead, he began to think about it. Wang Xiaoming was not in a hurry and just waited. He believed that Yang Jian would agree.
Although a dead ghost is precious, you still have to look at the circumstances, such as now.
Yang Jian was silent for a while, with a red light in his eyes. He thought for a moment and took the coffin nail from Wang Xiaoming's hand. Then he pulled an old hemp rope from his waist and put it in Wang Xiaoming's hand.
:
"Professor Wang, you can become a national treasure for no reason."
Wang Xiaoming casually put the ghost rope in his pocket. The ghost was already dead, and was made dead by Lin Qian. Even ordinary people can use it, but ordinary people will die if used for a long time.
"Just think you are complimenting me." Wang Xiaoming said.
Yang Jian smiled, turned around, took Coco and left without saying anything else.
"By the way, Yang Jian, the candidates for the captain's plan have been decided, and you are one of them. After this training is over, you need to identify your teammates yourself."
Yang Jian's footsteps paused slightly, but he still didn't look back. He just replied:
"I will."
After leaving the headquarters, Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian's back, thought for a while, turned and walked towards the laboratory, and said to Li Jun next to him as he walked:
"Go find Guo Fan and tell him that there is an experiment that he needs to participate in, which can just deal with the resurgence of the evil ghost in him."
Hearing Wang Xiaoming's arrangement, Li Juntong shrank slightly, as if he had thought of something, and after a moment of silence he agreed:
"I'll go."
"Well, go early and come back early. Mr. Qin and I are waiting for you in the laboratory."
"good!"
Li Jun didn't talk nonsense anymore, turned around and left the headquarters. He wanted to pick up Guo Fan in person.
As Li Jun left, Wang Xiaoming walked straight towards the laboratory with a clear goal.
But underground, in the room where the ghost door was stored, the ghost door trembled violently, and banging sounds came from inside the door.
The sound was loud and low, as if someone was banging his head against the wooden door.
The special chain wrapped around the old wooden door groaned, and cracks suddenly appeared on a golden chain, very subtle, just like the lines carved on it.
After the impact continued for a while, it slowly weakened, and then with a bang, a more violent impact sounded.
But just after the impact, the old wooden door began to return to normal, the chains stopped rattling, and everything returned to normal.
After walking out of the headquarters, Yang Jian looked up at the sun in the sky and narrowed his eyes:
"Wang Xiaoming is a character, but it's a pity that he is an ordinary person. If he were a ghost controller, I don't know how strong he would be, but it's a pity that he is not."
Yang Jian walked down the steps and followed a special receptionist to the Pingan Hotel. The headquarters for special personnel like him would naturally arrange special personnel services.
The specifications are quite high, with special hotel check-in arrangements, special car transfers, and even special drivers and escorts when going out, even at the entrance of the headquarters.
Of course, on the one hand, the treatment is good, and on the other hand, the ghost master does not want anything to happen to him in Beijing.
People like them all have some kind of flaw that cannot be guessed by normal people's thinking. If they gather in the capital and let it go, they may cause big trouble.
Although this is only part of it, it cannot be ignored. After all, this is Dajing!
"The driver will take you to the hotel to rest. Someone else will be responsible for receiving you then, so please be assured."
"Oh, I see."
Yang Jian looked at this vehicle with a special license plate. It was similar to the car he came here before. As expected, it was a car modified with gold.
"The headquarters is really luxurious."
Yang Jian opened the car door and hugged Keke up. He was now considered a good child-rearing expert. Keke was very obedient and basically wouldn't give him a headache.
Although it is dangerous, Yang Jian feels that as long as he does not seek death, there will be no danger.
Before getting in the car, Yang Jian smelled a strange fragrance. It was not too strong, not too light, but just right, making people feel very comfortable.
"What does this smell like?" Yang Jian frowned and said.
Coco sniffed her nose, then sneezed and rubbed her little nose, looking a little uncomfortable.
However, it seemed that Coco had no objection to this taste. On the contrary, she liked it a little. Seeing this scene, Yang Jian actually relaxed.
"Sandalwood, it's sandalwood." A woman's voice came from inside the car, answering Yang Jian's question.
As soon as he heard the voice, Yang Jian knew who it was.
When Yang Jian sat in, he saw a petite, cute-looking girl wearing a dress and two long ponytails sitting on the far left seat. People couldn't help but take a few more glances. .
"Liu Xiaoyu? Why are you here?"
"I'm here to accompany you to Ping'an Hotel. Why do you think I'm here?"
Yang Jian put the duffel bag in his hand at his feet, closed the car door, started the car, and drove towards the Ping An Hotel.
It was at this time that Yang Jian spoke:
"Sandalwood? What are you doing with sandalwood when you have nothing to do?"
"Hide the smell." Liu Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at Yang Jian with a pair of bright big eyes with a bit of joy and curiosity.
As if looking at some strange animal, I kept scanning up and down, not missing any detail.
"Cover the smell? What smell?" Yang Jian asked with some confusion.
"Corpse stench."
"Most ghost masters have this smell on their bodies. J City is a special place after all. If a person walks on the street with the smell of corpses, it will inevitably arouse suspicion and even fear from others."
Looking at Liu Xiaoyu with a smile on his face, Yang Jian thought about this and stopped worrying about it.
Leaning in the car, Yang Jian looked out the window, lit a cigarette and smoked it, filling the room with smoke.
"Cough, cough, cough, Yang Jian, can you please stop smoking in the car? There are other people here."
Liu Xiaoyu, who was choked by second-hand smoke, quickly opened the window and felt better.
"There's so much shit going on."
Yang Jian was too lazy to care about this woman and just kept smoking. However, he also opened the window.
"Do you know Zhang Wei?" Yang Jian suddenly asked a strange question.
"Zhang Wei is your high school classmate, one of the seven survivors of the ghost knocking incident in college, and his father Zhang Xiangui..."
Liu Xiaoyu said this subconsciously, obviously very familiar with Yang Jian's information and even the information of some people around him.
But then she felt a little regretful, because Yang Jian looked at her very strangely.
"You don't need to read the files. I know you must have seen everyone's files, but you must also know that Zhang Wei has a computer room in my house, and there is a computer in it that is exclusive to him." Yang Jian said pointedly. said.
"Then... what does this mean?" Liu Xiaoyu said with some evasive eyes.
"There is a disk in that computer, and there is a folder in it... You should know what is in it. I am sure you have hacked into that computer."
Yang Jian looked at Liu Xiaoyu with a playful expression.
"No, I absolutely didn't. Why do you accuse someone of their innocence? Is hacking into other people's computers something that normal people do? Don't look at me. I definitely didn't. I can swear it."
Liu Xiaoyu directly rejected it, and at the same time looked like she wanted to prove herself.
"There is also a hidden folder in the folder inside... It belongs to me. The heroines in the movies in it are all dressed similar to you, with dresses and twin tails. The only thing that makes me very dissatisfied is Your breasts are too small."
"So even though you dress up deliberately, to me you are still too different."
Yang Jian said slowly, with a calm tone, as if he was talking about a normal thing.
Liu Xiaoyu's face turned red. She hesitated and tried to find some excuse to excuse her, but Yang Jian saw through it all. She really couldn't think of any decent excuse.
"So, don't hack into my computer in the future." Seeing her embarrassed look, Yang Jian thought for a while and continued: "Otherwise I will be very unhappy."
He has a personal paranormal file stored on his computer. Fortunately, it is not connected to the Internet.
Otherwise, it would have been clearly investigated by the people at the headquarters.
Sure enough, there are some benefits to being able to play computer, just like now.
"This, this is for work..., you have to obey the orders from above... Besides, who is willing to invade your home computer, especially Zhang Wei's computer, either for games, or..."
At this point, Liu Xiaoyu looked at Coco, but in the end did not say the words "little movie".
"There is not a single bit of useful information in the computer. In order to find some useful information, I had black eyes. Is he a pervert? Two thousand G's are all useless garbage."
"Also, I'm not the only one who knows your preferences. Many people in the headquarters know it. Captain Zhao knows better. You have to be cute and... big. Wake up. This is the real world."
Liu Xiaoyu blushed and shook out all the bad thoughts in Yang Jian.
"Haha... everything is possible under the supernatural..."
Yang Jian chuckled and said this.
Well……
Liu Xiaoyu was silent. She didn't know what to do. Yang Jian was right. Everything is possible under supernatural powers. Even the dead can be resurrected. What else is impossible?
When Yang Jian saw that Liu Xiaoyu was silent, he stopped teasing. He leaned on his chair and looked out the window. He actually didn't care about the headquarters' methods.
As long as you don't see the information on his computer, everything will be fine.
"By the way, there is one more thing I want to tell you."
"Huh? What's the matter?"
Liu Xiaoyu was in a low mood: "Last time in Z City, supernatural beings invaded the headquarters. Many operators died. All my colleagues died. Team Zhao also stopped investigating."
"Does this have anything to do with me?" Yang Jian sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I didn't spread the curse intentionally. I should have warned Zhao Jianguo."
"I know." Liu Xiaoyu suddenly raised her head and said, "I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I think I would have died in the communication room."
"I saved you? Are you okay with your brain?" Yang Jian said in surprise.
"You and Lin Qian solved the Dachang City incident together. The headquarters valued you so much that they gave me a separate communications room. That's why I escaped that incident."
After hearing this, Yang Jian finally understood:
"It was the system of the headquarters that saved you, not me. You should thank the headquarters, not me."
Liu Xiaoyu was silent for a moment, looking at him with a pair of big eyes with somewhat complicated emotions, wanting to stop talking.
"After that day, I actually plan to..."
But before she finished speaking, Yang Jian interrupted her with a wave of his hand:
"You don't need to tell me your plans. A person who is going to die at any time doesn't need to know that much, and I'm too lazy to listen to it."
Well……
Liu Xiaoyu looked at Yang Jian with resentful eyes. Sure enough, Yang Jian in reality was more troublesome than Yang Jian on the phone.
After just a moment of contact, Liu Xiaoyu looked at Yang Jian and his expression became very strange. If this kind of person's character is not that of a ghost controller, he will definitely starve to death in society, and he will definitely not
Maybe have a girlfriend.
Even Yang Jian is like this, so Lin Qian, who is colder than Yang Jian, must also be like this...
Liu Xiaoyu turned to look at the scene outside the window. It was not easy to survive in this area where every inch of land was at a premium.
"Is this here?" Yang Jian raised his head slightly and looked at the hotel, which was dozens of stories high.
“It’s shorter than Ping An Building.”
Yang Jian got out of the car and looked at Coco, who was starting to feel sleepy again. Ever since she learned that Mr. Qin would not give her anything, her energy and energy had not been very good. She didn't know whether it was caused by the loss or not.
What caused it.
"I won't go up with you. I have to report back to the headquarters. If anything happens, remember to call me. This is my private phone number."
Liu Xiaoyu gave Yang Jian a business card, looked at Coco and asked hesitantly:
"By the way, I forgot to ask you, is this your daughter?"
Yang Jian looked at the business card handed over by Liu Xiaoyu, and after thinking about it, he took it. Hearing Liu Xiaoyu's question, the corner of his mouth twitched. If I were my daughter, I would have been killed by the Cunning Bride, and I would still have time to accompany you here.
How many BBs?
Only a ruthless person like Lin Qian can survive until now.
"No, she's Lin Qian's daughter. Why do you have any ideas?"
Well……
Liu Xiaoyu fell silent, looked deeply at Lin Keke, and felt relieved in her heart.
"No, I don't have any ideas, so let's leave it at that. I'm leaving. You can contact me when you have time."
Liu Xiaoyu waved goodbye to Yang Jian, then turned and left.
Yang Jian looked at Liu Xiaoyu leaving, shook his head and muttered:
"baffling."
Yang Jian looked at the signboard of Ping'an Hotel with twinkling eyes. At this time, a waitress was walking towards him quickly.
"Hello, is this Yang Jian, Mr. Yang?" the waitress said politely and respectfully.
Yang Jian nodded.
"The guest room is ready for you. Do you need help carrying your luggage?"
"No need, I'll do it myself. Just take me to the guest room." Yang Jian said, carrying the luggage bag.
"Okay, please follow me."
Yang Jian walked towards the hotel. To be honest, he was a little worried about staying in the hotel. He had not forgotten the incident in City Z last time.
Ping An Hotel?
"The name is quite good, but I don't know if it's really safe." Yang Jian thought to himself as he looked at the signboard of the hotel.
But in the ghost painting, Ye Zhen looked at the ghosts around him with an extremely ugly face, and the burning ghost fire on his body was beating restlessly.
"Lin Qian, your uncle, didn't you say how many days to intercept? Why did it take so long?"
Ye Zhen put one arm back on his body and ran quickly in one direction.
A ray of blue appeared, and Ye Zhen disappeared directly on the spot. Under the dim sky, thousands of ghosts paused suddenly, but then walked stiffly in one direction.
On top of an old bungalow, Ye Zhen suddenly appeared on top, slashing away the lingering scarecrow with a sword, and the darkness on his body quickly disappeared.
Ye Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, but then he became extremely solemn, staring at the strange bride who was following him:
"This aunt is even more fierce than Lin Qian!"
Ye Zhen glanced around and found that not all the ghosts had gathered yet.
But it's soon.
“It’s not easy to prove invincibility!”
< p>Ye Zhen jumped off the roof in one step, the sword in his hand was scarlet and dazzling, and a blood-colored necklace swayed slightly around Ye Zhen's neck.
"After this time, Mr. Ye will hit Lin Wudi no matter what."
Ye Zhen slashed at the tall scarecrow with his sword and kicked him sideways, causing the scarecrow to flip over and fly backwards.
Bang, bang, two sounds, the scarecrow and the two ghosts rolled on the ground and flew into the distance.
"The haunting thing!"
Ye Zhen grabbed the head of a fierce ghost and stared at the scarecrow that stood up again.
As for the two unlucky ghosts, straws were growing rapidly on their bodies, but in less than a minute, two slightly shorter scarecrows appeared in their eyes.
With a strange smile on his face, he walked towards him step by step.
Ye Zhen expressionlessly put the ghosts in his hands into his bag. He didn't care about it. He could only say that he was not surprised. Since he discovered a new pattern of the scarecrow, he intentionally or unintentionally reduced the number of times he killed the ghosts.
Just kill them.
"The scary guy..."
Ye Zhen stepped back while staring at the scarecrow. The reason why he couldn't kill the deadly scarecrow was simple. This guy had the ability to assimilate evil ghosts into scarecrows.
This means that the more ghosts there are around, the harder it is for the scarecrow to be imprisoned and the scarier it will be.
After such a long period of contact, Ye Zhen can clearly feel that the more ghosts transformed into scarecrows, the scarier the scarecrow becomes.
To sum up, the more scarecrows there are, the scarier the source ghost is, whether it is a living person or a ghost...
Staring at the scarecrow, Ye Zhen's expression was very solemn, the supernatural beings on his body appeared all the time, and even the will-o'-the-wisps were extinguished several times.
"We can only support you for three days at most. If you exceed it, no one will be able to take your place..."
A flash of anxiety flashed in Ye Zhen's eyes. Now he can rely on ghosts to die for him, but even so, the number of deaths is immeasurable.
Now, any evil ghost he attacks will be killed by him in an instant. From this, we can see how terrifying the supernatural power he possesses is.
"Lin Wudi, you have to hurry up, I can't hold on for much longer..."
Ye Zhen looked into the distance. There was the city in the painting, Lin Qian was there, and the source of the ghost painting was also there.
Ye Zhen's expression began to become numb, his eyes revealed a look of death, and an extremely terrifying gloom appeared on his body, but then he returned to his original state.
Ye Zhentong shrank slightly and walked further away. The scapegoat was about to revive! Seven days at most! If he didn't leave here within this time, he would have to die here.
Source of ghost paintings
The blue waves are rippling, the lake is lightly rippled, and the red lotuses are swaying, which is beautiful and moving.
The bright moon hangs high, the Milky Way is boiling, and a red boat seems to be swimming in the Milky Way.
In the small boat, a young man wearing a bright red wedding dress was lying in it with a peaceful expression, and the looming red light on his body looked extremely eerie.
The boat drifted with the water, drifting away alone on this boundless lake.
After being drunk, you don’t know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, overwhelming the stars? If this is the case, it is the right time.