Looking at the bronze door in front of him, Lin Qian did not hesitate, opened the ghost domain to cover his body, and walked in directly. After all, he had nothing to pry open the door, so he could only use the ghost domain.
Walking into the room, it was very ordinary, with a bed, a desk, and a cupboard.
Looking at everything in front of him, Lin Qian just glanced at it for a few times and then stopped looking at it.
Lin Qian looked at the red cupboard in the corner and knew clearly that this was the ghost chef:
"It looks no different from the original work, except that it looks a little scarier, but there's nothing else."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian looked at a brown notebook on the table, feeling a little confused:
"Why is this notebook this color? Has it changed color over time? Or is it this color to begin with?"
"Whatever, as long as it works."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian picked up the brown notebook and held it in his hand, which was a little smooth:
"Huh? It's a notebook made of parchment? No wonder it can be preserved so well, but why didn't it say so in the original book?"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. After thinking about it, he decided not to think so much. What he needed to think about most now was how to get the method of controlling ghost paintings from the ghost closet.
Lin Qian thought like this, picked up the pen next to the notebook, and looked at the ghost cabinet in the corner. The more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. This thing seemed a little exciting?
Am I overthinking? Lin Qian shook his head, thinking that he was overthinking. He walked to the ghost closet, took a pen and wrote in a notebook:
"Give me a way to control ghost paintings."
After finishing writing, Lin Qian just wanted to tear it off and put it in front of the display window. Then Lin Qian was stunned and saw a line of crooked words slowly appearing on the notebook where he had just written.
Lin Qian looked at this line of words and slowly read out:
"When you read this, you've made a deal with me!"
Then Lin Qian fell silent. She looked at the notebook in her hand and then at the ghost cupboard in the corner. Lin Qian suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the moment Lin Qian came up with this idea, Lin Qian saw that the motionless ghost cabinet in the corner began to change.
Then a scene that frightened Lin Qian happened. He saw an illusory ghost cabinet slowly appearing. In less than a few seconds, the illusory ghost cabinet had completely appeared.
Looking at the two ghost cabinets, one virtual and one real, Lin Qian fell silent. He felt that he would never believe the original work again. This situation never happened in the original work.
The moment she saw this illusory ghost closet, Lin Qian knew that she was being entangled:
"What the hell is going on! Why is it okay if Yang Jian uses it, but something happens as soon as I try to use it? But I haven't started using it yet!"
Looking at the illusory ghost closet and the notebook in his hand, Lin Qian suddenly understood something:
"What the hell, it's not because I wrote on it!"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian was speechless for a moment. She looked at the notebook in her hand and felt the touch from the notebook. Lin Qian felt a little familiar. She seemed to have touched it somewhere. Suddenly, Lin Qian remembered what this touch felt like:
"What the hell is this sheepskin? It's clearly human skin. It feels exactly like the human skin paper in Yang Jian's hand."
Thinking of this, Lin Qiantong shrank, looked at the human skin note in his hand, and fell into deep thought. But when Lin Qian was silent, the human skin note changed, and all the words on it were disappearing.
Including what he wrote.
Then, Lin Qian saw the crooked words reappearing on the note:
"I can help you control the ghost painting perfectly, but you have to complete the deal I gave you."
The moment she saw the words appearing on the note, Lin Qiantong shrank:
“Perfect control of ghost painting?!!”
Looking at the crooked handwriting on the note, Lin Qian remained silent:
"What the hell is this! Why wasn't it mentioned in the original book?"
Lin Qian was completely numb now. As Lin Qian remained silent, there was no movement in the human skin notebook.
"It said it could help me perfectly control the ghost painting, and the price was to help it complete the deal. What kind of deal was it? And why does this tone sound so much like a ghost closet?"
Lin Qian was thinking in his heart, and suddenly Lin Qian seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the illusory ghost cabinet not far away, a little unbelievable:
"Could this thing be a ghost closet?"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian hesitated for a while and asked:
"What are you?"
After a while, there was no response on the note. Seeing this, Lin Qian remembered the communication method in the ghost closet, thought about it, picked up the pen, and wrote directly on the note:
"Who are you?"
The moment Lin Qian finished writing this paragraph, the words on the note began to disappear, and new words began to appear, still crooked:
"I am a ghost closet and a ghost."
After seeing this information, Lin Qian was stunned. He paused for a while, not knowing what to do. Looking at the notes in his hand and the ghost cabinet not far away, Lin Qian knew that he was finished.
How could he not know the virtues of a ghost closet? This is a big hole! A big hole that cannot be filled!
But why does this happen to me? Am I really unlucky?
Lin Qian couldn't accept it anymore and looked at his notes:
"Why did the ghost closet become like this? Is there some change that I don't know about? And what exactly is this deal? What does it mean that as long as I complete the deal, you will help me perfectly control the ghost painting?"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian took a pen and wrote in his notes:
"Is it true that you said you would help me perfectly control the ghost paintings?"
Lin Qian had just finished writing, and a line of crooked words appeared immediately below:
"It's true, but you have to close the deal."
"It's actually true! But what is this deal?"
Lin Qian really didn't understand, so he took a pen and continued to write in his notes:
"What deal! And how are you going to help me control the ghost paintings after completing the deal?"
The writing on the human skin note began to disappear again, and then new writing began to appear:
"A transaction is a transaction. Only if you complete a transaction, I will give you the method to control the "one point" of ghost painting."
"One point? Does it mean that every time I complete a transaction, I will be given a supernatural method to control the ghost paintings? If that is the case, how long will it take for me to fully control the ghost paintings?"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian couldn't help but feel that the ghost closet was really good at settling accounts, but then she thought about it:
"I can't seem to find any other way to control ghost paintings."
Thinking of this together, Lin Qian felt a bit toothache, took a look at the note, and continued to write on it:
"What deal? How is it done?"
The moment Lin Qian finished writing this sentence, Lin Qian saw a new sentence appearing on the human skin note. When he saw this sentence, Lin Qian was silent, and his heart was filled with ten thousand grass and mud horses.