There are small bridges and flowing water, but unfortunately there are no dead vines or old trees. There are only peach blossoms and green plum blossoms.
The blood stream flows slowly under the bridge. At a glance, it is bottomless and filled with the smell of blood. Occasionally, a wave will rise, and ferocious and terrifying ghosts will appear.
This is a derivative made by Lin Qian using ghost blood, and is used to imprison most of the evil ghosts in the ghost paintings.
It's very practical, and the devil basically can't get out.
Because of the Cunning Bride, basically all the evil ghosts in the ghost paintings have come out, and they need to be dealt with a little bit, otherwise it will be troublesome to gather together.
The instinct of evil ghosts is to find puzzle pieces and perfect themselves. With so many evil ghosts gathering together, God knows whether a few extremely terrifying evil ghosts will be born.
Lin Qian was not willing to see this situation, especially in the past few days.
Lin Qian drank sips of wine and remained silent. Ye Zhen looked at the old letter paper in Yang Jian's hand, a little eager to try:
"Lin Wudi, give me one too. The ghost post office sounds very interesting. I'll go in and have a look when I have time."
Wang Chaling looked at Ye Zhen from the side, thought for a while and moved away silently. This guy was not serious, and he didn't want to be misled by him.
Lin Qian looked sideways at Ye Zhen, thinking about this guy's temper, and then thinking about the female corpse in the ghost post office, the corner of her mouth twitched:
"Everything I think of is quite beautiful. If I gave it to you, with your temper, you might tear down my post office."
Lin Qian thought about the scene when Ye Zhen met the female corpse.
Ye Zhen: Why are you standing so high? Are you despising Mr. Ye? Come and see the sword!
Tian Xiaoyue:???
Lin Qian's head hurt when he thought of this scene. Only Ye Zhen could do such a thing.
Seeing that Lin Qian was silent and unwilling to give him a piece of paper, Ye Zhen suddenly became unhappy.
"Lin Wudi, don't be so stingy. Such an interesting place, I, Mr. Ye, can't miss it."
"Lin Wudi, hurry up and give Ye a card so that Ye can have a chance to learn more about it."
"Hey, Lin Wudi, why don't you say anything? Lin Wudi, what do you mean? Can you give me a pleasant word..."
Listening to the noise in his ears, Lin Qian's eyes twitched. He was really annoyed. He thought about it, sighed and took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket:
"I can give it to you, but you have to promise me something."
Ye Zhen took the letter, played with it in his hand, and said nonchalantly:
"Okay, you say."
Seeing Dao Ye's disapproving look, Lin Qian suddenly lost the mood to speak. Finally, she thought for a moment and said:
"Forget it, you can do whatever you want, but just like Yang Jian, don't enter the ghost post office until I finish handling the things inside."
"Okay, no problem." Ye Zhen agreed readily.
Anyway, it makes no difference to him whether he goes early or late.
Lin Qian was a little helpless. He didn't have much hope for Ye Zhen.
Looking at the slowly flowing blood stream below, my mood wandered. This blood stream derived from ghost blood can be regarded as an experiment.
If the effect is ok, it will be very convenient for him in the future...
Under the blue-red sky, the peach blossoms were shining brightly, and everyone on the Magpie Bridge was drinking wine and thinking about their own things.
"Captain Lin, can you tell us about the previous situation? From what Captain Ye said, it seems that we have all died once?" Li Leping turned to look at Lin Qian and asked.
Liu San, Fang Shiming and others also want to know about Li Leping's question.
Comparatively, they were still confused from the beginning to now, and still had only a little understanding of what had just happened.
Liu San and the others listened with their ears straightened up, and they were very curious about what kind of shocking thing Lin Qian would say.
Upon hearing Li Leping's question, Lin Qian did not answer immediately. Instead, he took a big sip of wine and said to Ye Zhen:
"You tell me, I'm not in the mood..."
Well……
Ye Zhen put the letter away, thought for a while and said to Li Leping:
"Actually, it's very simple. All of you were killed, and then God Qin came down to earth and used his great supernatural power to rescue you."
Li Leping:......
Liu San:......
Fang Shiming:……
Jiang Shangbai:......
Xie Qi:……
Fan Ba:……
The six people were speechless. What's the difference between saying this and not saying it?
Don't they know that they were rescued by Mr. Qin? Do they want to know this? Wrong...
They want to know the process, the complete process, not the final conclusion!
Yang Jian touched the coffin nails on his knees, and Ye Zhen couldn't answer an unexpectedly simple answer...
Lin Qian remained silent. He didn't care about this anyway. He had a lot on his mind right now, such as how to prepare the dowry.
He can't really send himself as a dowry. If that's the case, he might as well go find the mysterious bride now and follow her around. How much less worry and effort would this save?
Ye Zhen looked at the silent Li Leping and the others with some doubts in his eyes. Could it be that what he said was wrong?
But isn't that what happened? Weren't they just killed and then rescued by Mr. Qin?
What is the problem?
Ye Zhen is a little confused...
In fact, it's not just Ye Zhen who doesn't understand, Li Leping and the others also don't understand Ye Zhen. This nonsense is simply too good to be true.
After thinking about it, Li Leping had no intention of asking any more questions. Looking at the situation, he basically couldn't ask anything.
Lin Qian was not in the mood to talk, Yang Jian was too lazy to talk, Wang Chaling, um... there was no need to ask.
Ye Zhen... I asked you just now.
The atmosphere is very dull, as if silence is the eternal truth here.
Except for the occasional sound of peach blossoms being blown, all other sounds here seem to be heresy.
The stream gurgled, the peach blossoms bloomed, and ten people drank soul wine together.
…………
Dajing City.
"Professor Wang, can the plan really succeed? Can Mr. Qin really let Wei Jing control the ghosts perfectly?"
Lu Zhiwen stood outside the headquarters gate, looking at the warm sun, and asked Professor Wang who was sitting on the steps.
Wang Xiaoming stared at the gentle sun, squinted his eyes slightly, put his hands on his knees, and was a little unsure:
"It should be possible. Mr. Qin rarely proposes a plan. According to my discussion with Mr. Qin, the feasibility of the plan has reached 60%."
"Is that so? Sixty percent, that's really a ridiculously high success rate."
After Lu Zhiwen stood for a while, he felt that it was a bit impolite to talk to Professor Wang while standing. After thinking about it, he sat down on the steps and then spoke.
Li Jun sat silently next to Professor Wang, listening quietly without saying a word.
"By the way, how's the inventory of supernatural items going? What's missing?" Wang Xiaoming suddenly asked.
"The cleanup is complete. Basically, there is nothing missing. This is a very magical thing. Except for a ghost door and a ghost bottle, nothing else is missing." Lu Zhiwen said.
"Is this so? It's a bit unexpected."
Wang Xiaoming was a little surprised. He didn't expect that under such a supernatural incident, two items were missing from the dangerous storage room.
"As for the Ghost Sect, it's no surprise that it's already in Lin Qian's hands. Lin Qian can hold it. Anyway, the headquarters has no use for it. As for the Ghost Bottle, this supernatural item is of no use and can be ignored.
"
Lu Zhiwen nodded. There was nothing wrong with what Professor Wang said. It would be troublesome for Guimen to stay at the headquarters. In the past, Mr. Qin was here, so he could rest assured.
Now that Mr. Qin is gone, it would be more dangerous if he still left the ghost gate at the headquarters, and it would not be easy to handle if something happens.
Looking at the empty streets, with the occasional sound of police sirens and radio broadcasts to appease the masses, Wang Xiaoming fell silent.
The number of casualties in Dajing City this time was quite tragic. Although the exact number has not been fully calculated, a rough estimate puts it at more than several hundred thousand.
This was only ten minutes after a supernatural phenomenon occurred in Dajing City. If it had been delayed for another hour, God knows how many casualties would have been added.
Fortunately, because of Lin Qian's ghost domain, when Lin Qian opened the ghost domain, he not only took away all the ghosts in Dajing City, but also took away all the corpses.
This is also an important reason why the panic did not continue to spread. Otherwise, the number of hundreds of thousands would not be so easy to clean up.
"Professor Wang, how do you plan to arrange the Interpol police officers who are about to resuscitate the ghosts? Do you plan to deal with the most serious resuscitations of the ghosts first, or deal with them collectively?" Lu Zhiwen said.
"Let's do it in batches. It will be very troublesome to let so many people control the second or third ghost at once. Just finding the right ghost will take time."
"Let them wait a moment."
Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and said.
"Well, I understand, I will inform you later." Lu Zhiwen said.
Looking up at the sky, Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt a little cold. He tightened his clothes and turned his head to look in one direction.
"Professor Wang, you seem to be very relaxed."
Lin Qian suddenly appeared near Wang Xiaoming with a group of people.
Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and sat up from the steps:
"The matter is settled, Mr. Qin..."
When talking about Mr. Qin, Wang Xiaoming stopped and did not continue.
"He is probably dead. Judging from his condition at that time, he was already at the end of his strength." Lin Qian said.
"Is that so? I understand." Wang Xiaoming acted very calmly, as if he was not surprised or regretful about Mr. Qin's death.
At this time, Lin Qian handed Wang Xiaoming an oil painting. On the painting was a large tomb standing in the wilderness. On top of the tomb the size of a house, there was a white memorial tablet, with Wei Jing's name on it very conspicuously.
In front of the grave, Wei Jing's name is also written on the blue-black tombstone.
"Wei Jing is inside. When he comes out, he will be able to control the ghost perfectly."
Wang Xiaoming took the oil painting and looked at the scene above, his eyes flickering. It seemed that Mr. Qin had succeeded:
"How many ferocious ghosts did Wei Jing eat this time?"
Lin Qian looked at Wang Xiaoming and said playfully:
"Seventy of them. These guys are really out of the ordinary. There aren't that many evil ghosts in the entire capital city."
Upon hearing this amount, Wang Xiaoming's hand paused slightly, but he quickly recovered.
"Seventy, that's a bit rude. You gave him face by not killing him on the spot."
Wang Xiaoming felt a little emotional, Wei Jing is really brave, the ghosts in the ghost painting are Lin Qian's food.
Wei Jing was really at ease with things like snatching food from a tiger's mouth.
"Haha, it's good to know." Lin Qian laughed.
Wang Xiaoming put the oil painting away and did not take Lin Qian's words too seriously. Since Lin Qian was willing to give him the painting, it meant that he didn't care much about the rations.
After looking at Yang Jian and others, as many people came out as they entered, it was just right.
"Okay, if you want to know anything, just ask Wang Chaling and the others. I have to go and rest. Don't bother me these two days. I will go back by myself after I wake up."
"So, if you want to have a meeting or something, don't come to me. I'm not in the mood." Lin Qian said to Wang Xiaoming.
"This is no problem. There are no meetings to be held recently. As for when you will leave Dajing City, there is no problem. This headquarters will not care." Wang Xiaoming nodded and said.
Lin Qian looked at the sky and didn't pay much attention to Wang Xiaoming's words. He turned to look at Yang Jian and the others, thought for a while and said:
"I have to go and take a nap. You can do whatever you want. Also, don't come to me if you have nothing to do."
After saying that, Lin Qian planned to leave. He really wanted to sleep now and needed to regain consciousness.
"By the way, arrange a room for me at Ping'an Hotel..."
"Forget it, I'll find an empty room inside."
Having said this, Lin Qian rubbed his face and looked at everyone. Without saying anything, his body flashed away and disappeared directly.
Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian's iconic ghost land and hurried on, and made a slight estimate of the distance between the headquarters and Ping'an Hotel. Well, it's only a few minutes' drive away...
What a luxury.
"Professor Wang, since there is nothing else to do, I will go back to rest. I am really a little tired this time."
However, before Wang Xiaoming could answer anything, Yang Jian's ghost realm unfolded and left the place in a flash.
I have to say that having a ghost domain is really convenient...
Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian who had disappeared, his eyes flickering, and he could clearly see the coffin nails in Yang Jian's hands.
"A new coffin nail? The color seems to be a little different. I wonder if the effect will be the same." Wang Xiaoming thought to himself.
Ye Zhen saw that Lin Qian and Yang Jian had left. He didn't want to stay here and disappeared without even saying hello.
Wang Xiaoming looked at the three guys who were driving through the ghost realm, pushed up his glasses, and looked at Wang Chaling and the others.
Wang Cha Lingyi pushed up his glasses, thought for a while and said:
"I can't open the ghost zone now."
Wang Xiaoming nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Jun stood silently next to Wang Xiaoming, recalling the way Lin Qian and the others left just now. To be honest, he was a little envious.
How luxurious it is to travel through the Ghost Realm. He also wanted to be extravagant, but unfortunately his strength did not allow it...
"Professor Wang, if nothing happens, I'll leave too." Li Leping looked at Wang Xiaoming and said.
Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, nodded and said okay, and then Li Leping disappeared.
Wang Xiaoming fell silent, silently taking off his glasses and staring at Xie Qi, Fan Ba, Fang Shiming and Jiang Shangbai without saying a word.
Xie Qi and Fan Ba looked at each other, nodded and disappeared at the same time.
Wang Xiaoming:……
Li Jun:......
Lu Zhiwen:……
Fang Shiming touched his nose, smiled at Professor Wang, felt a little embarrassed, grabbed Jiang Shangbai's shoulder, and disappeared as well.
He is an alien now and will not be able to revive as a ghost.
Wang Xiaoming gently wiped his glasses and said to Wang Chaling:
"Tell me the outcome of the matter."
Sometimes, changing the topic appropriately is a good choice.
Just like now.
And sometimes, being an alien and not afraid of the resurrection of evil spirits is really amazing.
Just like people like Lin Qian...
"no problem."
Wang Chaling smiled and did not refuse. Who told him that he could not open the ghost realm now?