Mysterious recovery

But Yang Jian didn't want to gamble, he continued to make a wish, and wanted to make a final wish to completely determine which one was the real black umbrella.

As Yang Jian adjusted his position again, when he raised the spear in his hand again, he found that there was no space around him. Just lifting the red spear touched the ghost in front, and this little space It was still being compressed further, and the black umbrella that fell on the ground was about to be overwhelmed by the ghosts.

Yang Jian even saw that a ghost holding an umbrella bent down and reached out to pick up the umbrella on the ground.

"Go away."

At this moment, Yang Jian strikes again, and he cuts down the hatchet again, dismembering the surrounding ghosts, abruptly clearing out a space, but just as he cleared his front feet, a new ghost fills the gap on his back feet, and comes again. There was not even time for him to make a wish, but if he stopped attacking once, the two black umbrellas would be taken away.

Yang Jian felt the pressure, and understood that this was the counterattack of the fifth level spirit.

"I can't keep going, I have to go."

He cleared away three waves of approaching ghosts one after another, but in the end he couldn't free his hand to make a wish, because the ghost would be able to take the umbrella in just this little time. His wish might be successful, but the black umbrella might be lost again.

"I don't believe it, I'm really that unlucky, 50.00% probability, not too low."

As soon as Yang Jian gritted his teeth, he gave up sticking to the spot, but immediately rushed forward two steps, grabbed the black umbrella on the ground, and rushed out without looking back.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, the open space where his back foot was located was flooded by the crowd rushing nearby.

But after Yang Jian touched the umbrella, he immediately felt his surroundings gradually dim.

This scene is very familiar.

It was exactly the same as when he went deep here layer by layer before.

"I took it wrong? Is this going to send me to the sixth floor?" Yang Jian was startled, he wanted to throw it away, but it seemed a bit late.

Because it was completely dark in front of my eyes, and at the same time, the surrounding ghosts also disappeared, and the sound of the rainstorm could not be heard.

At this moment, nothing exists, and the whole world is shrouded in darkness.

And what makes people feel uneasy is that after the surroundings fell into darkness, the light never appeared again. At the beginning, Yang Jian thought that it would be the same as before and then he would return to normal after a while, until he stopped and waited for a while Only then did he realize that the current situation was different from the previous one.

Once the darkness appeared, it seemed that it would never disappear again.

At this moment, Yang Jian seemed to be locked in a small dark room.

There is no sound, no light, nothing here, and I can't perceive the existence of other things. It seems that I am the only one left in the whole world.

The more so.

The black umbrella in Yang Jian's hand was even more afraid to throw it away, because it was the only thing related to everything here, once it was lost here, he was not sure if he could find it back.

Because at this moment, he found that even in the sight of ghost eyes, everything around him was still pitch black.

Just when Yang Jian fell silent.

Suddenly, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, that voice was very familiar, it was the woman who appeared in the dream before.

"It's really surprising that you found the real umbrella so quickly." The woman's voice revealed a little surprise in the indifference, as if she was inconceivable for Yang Jian's success.

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, he thought the black umbrella in his hand was fake just now, but this woman told him it was real.

"How do you know this umbrella is real?" he asked calmly.

The woman's voice sounded: "Only when the real umbrella is opened will it keep you in the dark, and will not take you into a deeper spiritual place, because the umbrella itself is black, now you just need to put that umbrella Close the umbrella, the darkness will disappear, and everything will return to normal...Don't forget, fulfill your promise and take me to the Ghost Street in Taiping Ancient Town."

Then, the voice disappeared again.

It seems that this woman has been secretly observing Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he didn't think much, just tried to put the black umbrella away.

Sure enough, as the woman said, as the black umbrella slowly closed, the surrounding darkness seemed to be shrinking.

When the black umbrella is completely closed.

The darkness disappeared completely, replaced by a blinding light.

Yang Jian slightly raised his head to look at the sky, only to find that the continuous rain had disappeared, and the dazzling sun was above his head, and everything returned to normal.

Seeing this scene, he was slightly relieved.

It seems that the probability of 50.00% at that time was the right choice.

In this way, the supernatural incident of the black umbrella is a relatively perfect solution.

"It's really a very dangerous supernatural item. It's best to seal it up in the future. Try not to open this umbrella again. If it gets out of control again next time, even I don't have the confidence to succeed." Yang Jian thought to himself.

After all, dealing with the black umbrella's supernatural powers does not rely on strength, but luck.

No matter how powerful one is, taking the wrong umbrella and being sent to the sixth floor may be the end, and finding the right umbrella requires trial and error. If you don't have the corresponding means, you don't dare to try and make mistakes on your own.

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Yang Jian left the city and took the black umbrella with him.

The residents of this city have no idea what a terrible supernatural event Yang Jian's appearance has solved for them. If this operation fails, the city will face very terrifying supernatural events. People died in the hands of ghosts.

And Yang Jian won't ask anyone for credit for handling supernatural events. He used to do it for survival, but now it's his responsibility.

After leaving, Yang Jian did not return to Dachang City.

Now that time is running out, he feels that he is not far away from Li Gui's recovery, and there is no countdown to the previous eight days, so he has to rush to the next place.

But before that, Yang Jian properly sealed the black umbrella, wrapped it with gold, put it in a box and sank it into the ghost lake to prevent it from being opened accidentally.

Even if one day Yang Jian died and the ghost lake revived, no one could go deep into the depths of the ghost lake and salvage the box from an unknown place, so as to avoid accidents to the greatest extent.

"Go to Taiping Ancient Town."

Yang Jian had good reasons to go to that ghost street, so he set off immediately.

Huang Quan hurried on the road very fast, and he arrived at Taiping Ancient Town not long after he finished handling the black umbrella.

The landform here has undergone earth-shaking changes. The nearby cities are submerged by ghost lakes. Only some tall buildings still stand on the water, but those tall buildings have long since been emptied, and they are abandoned buildings. In the middle of the city flooded by the lake, an old-fashioned wooden boat wandered aimlessly on the lake.

There were no living people on the wooden boat, only occasionally a cold and strange figure sitting on the bow, holding a red comb, combing the wet long hair.

Yang Jian stood on a tall building on the lake and looked at the wandering wooden boat not far away. His ghostly eyes turned slightly, and he also saw the female ghost on the wooden boat.

That's where Ghost Lake comes from.

If he can be imprisoned, the Ghost Lake incident will disappear completely. If he can be controlled, then Yang Jian can completely control the Ghost Lake.

But now Yang Jian's target is not it.

"The ghost lake hasn't spread. That's good. Last time I changed the landform and moved the nearby towns, I spent so much effort and got some results." Yang Jian looked around again.

The vicinity of this city was originally a plain, but now it is surrounded by mountains, and the location of the ghost lake is steep. If it is not by plane, it is very, very difficult for ordinary people to climb mountains and ridges to enter here. matter.

Coupled with the blockade established outside the mountain by the headquarters, it even prevented the possibility of ordinary people setting foot here by accident.

The ghost lake is confined here, and if there is no accident, there should be no troubles for decades.

After confirming that there was no problem, Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, turned and left.

When he appeared again, he came to an ancient town in the distance that was submerged by a lake.

Because this is no longer the center of the ghost lake, the lake is not that deep. Only half of the entire ancient town is submerged in the water, and most of the buildings are exposed on the water. It seems that you can travel freely by rowing a boat here, and even wear a mask in some places. Rain boots can wade through.

But if you think there is no danger because you look at the shallow water, you are wrong.

Even if it is a shallow puddle of water, once a living person sets foot in it, they will be sunk into the abyss immediately, and it is impossible to survive.

Only Yang Jian, a ghost master who also possesses the spirit of the ghost lake, can completely ignore this terrible influence, walk freely on the water, without worrying about being swallowed by the ghost lake.

"The last time I came to Taiping Ancient Town, it was still a relatively popular tourist attraction. There were still people visiting the streets, but now it has changed a lot." Yang Jian walked in the old alleys.

Originally, such an alley was quaint and full of historical charm, but now the walls are mottled and full of damp, revealing a kind of eerie and weirdness everywhere.

Walking in this kind of place, if a ghost suddenly appeared in Yang Jian, it would not be surprising at all.

Because even in the sight of ghost eyes, there is a spiritual atmosphere everywhere.

Yang Jian walked according to memory, and soon came to the middle of a street.

"It should be here." He looked ahead.

But there is only one wall in front of it, and there is no road, and there is no so-called street.

However, Yang Jian knew in his heart that the real ghost street does not exist in reality, and the entrance of the ghost street cannot be seen in reality. Only through supernatural means can one enter the ghost street, or wait for the ghost street to open by itself. People can also walk in.

Yang Jian didn't have time to wait for the ghost street to open, so he directly used the supernatural power of ghost eyes.

In the sight of ghost eyes, an old street entrance appeared in front of him.

He doesn't need to use the ghost domain to invade at all at this moment. Now Yang Jian, who has the supernatural power of the bus, has the ability to break reality and travel to supernatural places. He can go to any place as long as he knows the location.

Take a few steps forward.

Yang Jian entered the ghost street smoothly.

This street has not been invaded by the spirit of the ghost lake. The ground is dry and there is no water stain. Of course, there is no one here. There is no one on the whole street, but judging from the layout of the street It was a lively market before, because many stalls were in operation, and the doors of some shops were also open.

Recently, Yang Jian was the only living person who stepped here.

"This street is somewhat similar to the street in Baishui Town. They are both incomprehensible strange places." Yang Jian thought to himself.

There are still some different feelings when I come here for the second time.

"The purpose of this trip is twofold, to send the female corpse here, and to buy a coffin at the coffin shop, but I don't have a lot of ghost money on me, and I owe Sister Hong 100 yuan before." Yang Jian thought for a while, He touched his pocket in advance and took out the ghost money that he had prepared before.

A stack of brightly colored bills with denominations of three yuan and seven yuan.

But when everything was added up, the ghost money in Yang Jian's hands was only 40 yuan.

Even the money returned to Sister Hong was not enough.

But ghost money is hard to find. The 40 yuan in Yang Jian's hand has already emptied the entire headquarters. If he wants to find it again, he can only try his luck in supernatural events.

Fortunately, Sister Hong didn't ask for the debt in advance at this time, otherwise Yang Jian would not have a dime now, so today he could only be a robber and rob the coffin shop.

However, Yang Jian may not have such thoughts. After all, a coffin costs 18 yuan, and it hurts just thinking about it.

He used to think that he was rich and had a lot of money.

But after entering the spirit circle, Yang Jian realized that he was still poor.

After counting the deposits, Yang Jian felt more confident, and with the huge sum of money in his pocket, he started walking towards the depths of Ghost Street.

Although many shops in Ghost Street are open, there are also many shops that are closed.

For example, the tailor shop is closed, and the pharmacy is also closed...

"I have brought you to the ghost street in Taiping Town, and the agreement between me and you has been fulfilled." Yang Jian said as he walked.

His voice echoed in the street.

As Yang Jian's words fell, soon, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind him as if appearing out of thin air.

A female corpse, with a cold body, walked slowly with dull eyes, but soon, the expression in the female corpse's eyes recovered again, and this time it seemed to be in a better state than before.

"Thank you." The female corpse spoke.

"Don't thank me, this is a deal, we just get what we need." Yang Jian said.

The female corpse did not return to him, but turned her neck and looked towards the ghost street, as if she was looking for something.

"This place is much colder than before, and it seems to have been completely abandoned." The female corpse muttered to herself, as if the scene in front of her was completely different from the ghost street in her impression.

"The era of the Republic of China has passed, and the older generation has come to an end. Even the ancient town of Taiping has been submerged by the ghost lake. Everything has changed." Yang Jian glanced at him and said, "It's agreed in advance, I'm only responsible for bringing you here, I don't care about the rest, and don't pester me any more."

"I still need you to do me a favor." The female corpse looked at Yang Jian.

"What's the matter?" Yang Jian frowned suddenly, did this guy really depend on him?

The female corpse said: "I don't know some places here, can you take me to a shop that sells paper figurines?"

"Paper making shop?" Yang Jian immediately understood where the female corpse wanted to go.

"Yes, it's there."

Yang Jian said: "I've been to that place once, and I bought a paper boat for three yuan there. Now that paper boat is still floating on the ghost lake. If you want to go, I can take it with you." You go, right in front."

I thought it was some trouble, but it turned out to be leading the way.

Yang Jian did not refuse what came easily.

The female corpse nodded to express her thanks again.

Yang Jian continued to walk forward.

After passing by some shops and roadside stalls, he soon saw the paper-making shop in front of him.