Mysterious recovery

"No problem. Zhang Wei and I both walked around inside. As long as we don't open the doors of the two rooms on the second floor, there will be no danger. After all, there were people who lived there before, but if the house is not managed well in the future It was washed by the rain and collapsed, and the problem may become unmanageable. For the sake of the future, it is recommended to reinforce and repair it." Yang Jian said seriously.

"The door of the room on the second floor? I know, I will build it myself." Zhang Xiangui said: "How about we enclose that piece of land by the way, build a temple, hide the ancient house inside the temple, and then please A bodhisattva, a big Buddha sits in town, to get rid of the evil spirit there?"

"Anyway, that piece of land can't be demolished, and Huang is a bit of a waste there."

As a real estate developer, he is more or less superstitious.

"Alright." Yang Jian nodded.

Building temples to suppress evil spirits, of course, has no effect, mainly to stabilize people's hearts.

Seeing a temple standing there is better than seeing a gloomy old house standing there.

Moreover, after the temple is built, it can perfectly hide the old house, so there is no need to worry about someone sneaking in again.

"What is this? It looks like a mirror." Zhang Wei's uncle next to him asked curiously.

He wanted to take a look at the tarpaulin, but was stopped by Yang Jian.

"It's a very dangerous thing. It's best not to move it around. It will kill people. The two missing workers were eaten by this mirror." Yang Jian said directly without hiding anything.

"What?" Uncle Zhang Wei shivered in fright.

Zhang Xiangui frowned and looked at the covered mirror: "There is such a wicked thing?"

The living being swallowed by a mirror?

A simple sentence, but reveals a kind of creepy weirdness and horror, the more you think about it, the more permeating it becomes.

"Go back, the construction site can start normally." Yang Jian said.

"I'm relieved if you're sure it's okay." Zhang Xiangui nodded: "Drive, go back."

Chapter 193 Questions in My Heart

"Why did you go for so long before you came back? Is there really a ghost in that house?" On the way back to the car, Jiang Yan leaned next to Yang Jian and asked cautiously: "If there is a problem, will it be dangerous to live here in the future? ah."

"It's more dangerous to live in your place. There are more ghosts in the city center, and there are fewer here." Yang Jian looked at the ghost mirror in his hand: "Now the world is full of supernatural outbreaks, and it's not safe to live anywhere. .”

"If you want to be completely safe, you have to rely on the ghost master to forcibly guard a place. Only then can it be considered safe."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the community: "The environment, location, and transportation of this place all meet my requirements. The most important thing is that there are undeveloped wastelands nearby, with few people, and the chance of triggering supernatural events is low. Big. And I’m also a native of Dachang City, so if I don’t live here, why don’t I go to other provinces?”

"There are also supernatural events happening in other provinces, and it may not be a good thing to go there."

Yang Jian can't deny that Dachang City is a big city, and there are indeed many supernatural events. If it really counts, it must be a small city with a small population that is more suitable for settlement.

It's just that he is a local and has been living here. If there is no special reason, he doesn't want to leave his hometown.

"From tomorrow onwards, you have to go to work for me." Suddenly, Yang Jian said again.

"What do you want me to buy again?" Jiang Yan's eyes lit up and she said excitedly.

Her current task is to be responsible for spending money, but she still spends a lot of money, which is very in line with her profession. No matter how much money is, she can calculate it accurately and spend it reasonably.

Yang Jiandao: "You have a good idea. Go to Mr. Zhang's sales department to work tomorrow. I have 40 shares in this community. You have to help me manage the money."

As soon as the words came out.

Jiang Yan opened her eyes wide: "What, you have half of the community?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I move here." Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan quickly calculated silently in her mind. If Yang Jian holds 40 shares in this whole community, then it must have at least one billion yuan in assets.

Posted~!

Her face was flushed with excitement, and she hugged Yang Jian and kissed her several times: "You are amazing, we are rich."

Jiang Yan witnessed Yang Jian's process from nothing to rich.

In just over a month.

This kind of money-making speed can't be faster.

"Don't be so affectionate, and I have to correct it, I got rich, not you." Yang Jian covered her face with one hand and pushed her away.

Jiang Yan hugged Yang Jian's arm, refusing to let go: "Don't be so stingy, what's yours isn't mine."

"Huh?" Yang Jian looked at her.

Jiang Yan changed her words hastily: "What's mine is yours."

"It's almost there."

Yang Jian nodded: "I will go to work tomorrow. I believe Mr. Zhang will arrange the specific work. Mr. Zhang, this Jiang Yan is a professional accountant. Do you have any objections to your going to work in the sales department tomorrow?"

Zhang Xiangui, who was sitting in front of the car, said with a smile: "It would be the best if the leg brother would send an accountant. Some accounts are convenient for delivery."

I thought that Yang Jian would be a hands-off shopkeeper, not caring about anything, just waiting for the money.

Now it seems that she is not so naive. The woman next to her thought she was just a babysitter, but she was actually an accountant. You can't tell.

In this regard, Zhang Xiangui did not feel that there was anything wrong.

On the contrary, someone who admires Yang Jian's style of doing things, has a beginning and an end, and is not the kind of person who is naive and messy.

This kid Zhang Wei has met a good friend in his life.

Zhang Xiangui didn't care about whether Yang Jian had money, but only cared about whether he had the ability. He had the money, but he just lacked a capable person to take this kid with him in the future, so that he could rest assured.

Time flickers.

Soon, three days passed.

In the past few days, Yang Jian stayed in his own villa and never went out. He only added some special tools.

For example, the special bullets that have been almost used up, as well as body bags, and some small things that are used here and there, such as gold foil paper, and some abrasive tools for smelting gold, so that they can make things by themselves.

It cost nearly 6000 million before and after.

Afterwards, he added some furniture, bought a few pickups, and stockpiled some living supplies. In the end, Yang Jian only had more than 3000 million yuan left in his hands.

Soon to be a pauper again.

Fortunately, Jiang Yan has already started working in Zhang Xiangui's new sales department, so there is no need to worry about funds in the future.

And in the past few days, the old house from the period of the Republic of China was also being repaired day and night, and Zhang Xiangui personally built the work, so Yang Jian didn't have to worry about the quality and some taboos.

It is believed that the repairs can be completed in less than ten days. In addition, foundations have even been laid around the house, and a temple is going to be built to hide the ancient house.

Of course, all of this is not Yang Jian's concern.

The three-day wait was not a waste of time, at least he could be sure that the ghost in the ghost mirror really couldn't get out, no matter where Zhang Wei was, the ghost in the mirror didn't follow him.

The previous guess was correct.

The ghost mirror is most taboo to use another mirror to illuminate, otherwise the ghost inside will be transferred out with the other mirror.

Early this morning.

Yang Jian got up.

As usual, he didn't sleep almost all night, just squinted for a while occasionally, but woke up again soon.

Because he has to maintain a certain degree of sobriety, and be alert to the ghost under his feet that may get out of control at any time.

Driving the second one is immature and flawed.

It just prolongs the recovery time of Li Gui, and the crisis still exists.

However, staying up late and not sleeping for a long time did not affect Yang Jian's spirit. If he didn't feel tired and needed to take a break, he could live a normal life without sleep 24 hours a day, just like suffering from insomnia.

Speaking of insomnia, Yang Jian checked it on the Internet. Some people in foreign countries have suffered from this disease before, and they can not sleep all day long. What is amazing is that this state does not affect the patient's life and work.

Now it seems that the patient who did it is very likely to be a foreign ghost master.

It's just that some organizations have released some news that avoids the important and confuses the ears and ears.

When people pay attention to this insomnia, they will ignore the existence of ghost masters.

The fifth floor of the manor house.

After the decoration, it is vacant here, without any use.

But in one of the rooms, the ghost mirror brought out from the old house was placed here.

In order to prevent the bracket from rotting and breaking, Yang Jian directly replaced the ghost mirror with a bracket, and at the same time replaced it with a thick black cloth to cover it. The old tarpaulin was so rotten that it was almost unusable.

On the surrounding walls, instead of reflecting light, Yang Jian invited a worker to paint everything with black paint, even the windows.

So this room looks extremely dark, dark and somewhat depressing.

But the darkness does not affect anything, but it is safe for placing this ghost mirror.

"Tell me, what is this ghost mirror? What are the remaining two rooms in that old house? You must know, right?"

Yang Jian sat on the chair in the room, and took out the long-sealed human skin paper from a golden box.

The question in his heart was too big, after thinking for a long time, he decided to ask this weird human skin paper.

Yang Jian knew that this thing knew more than he imagined.

And because of its uncontrollable and weird existence, he has completely sealed it in a golden container since the Huang Angang incident ended, and he does not intend to use it lightly.

However, the existence of the three rooms in the ancient house made him vaguely uneasy, so he wanted to get to the bottom of it and know the whole story.

The human skin paper still looks normal as before, and it hasn't changed because of swallowing a ghost in Huanggang Village. This is good news.

Soon, a line of writing appeared on the human skin paper.

"Three days ago, I followed the ghost next to Zhang Wei and came to an ancient house in the Republic of China. There were strange things everywhere, and I could feel that this place was very different from other places... I came to the second floor. , I saw three rooms, and these three rooms made me very afraid."

"In the third room I found a mirror. It was a ghost mirror, that's what I called it."

The handwriting is gone here.

Yang Jian's face darkened.

Isn't that some bullshit?

You know all these things, and you don't need to talk about them.

After satisfying its requirements last time, it seems that it is a bit of a strike, and it is unwilling to disclose some key and useful news.

Chapter 194 Resurrection of the dead?

Dealing with human skin is like dealing with ghosts.

And unlike ordinary ghosts, the existence of human skin paper is not dangerous, and it can save lives at critical moments, making it easy for people to rely on it.

With it, it is like playing a game and getting a plug-in that can save you from a desperate situation.

But Yang Jian believes that there are no ghosts in this world who help people for free.

The human skin must be plotting something, or using itself to achieve its requirements step by step.

Swallowing a ghost is the first step.

As for the second step, the intention of the human skin paper, it has not been revealed yet.

"Do you think that I've locked you up for a while and have a problem with me? If you continue to strike passively like this, then your use value will be gone. Swallowing a ghost should not be enough to satisfy you, otherwise You have already recovered." Yang Jian stared at the human skin and said to himself.

The handwriting on the parchment remained unchanged, it was still the same line.

It seemed that at this moment it became unable to communicate again.

"How about sealing you in a box and welding you to death, and throwing you into the deep sea?" Yang Jian squinted: "Anyway, I'm not very worried about you."

The next moment, the handwriting on the human skin paper began to disappear.

It seemed as if it was erased abruptly by some force, and then new handwriting emerged.

"I went to the third room, saw the ghost mirror, and took it away, because I know that the mirror has an incredible ability..."

The handwriting broke here, and then a line of big characters appeared at the bottom: "It can bring the dead back to life."

what?

Can the dead be brought back to life?

Yang Jian's eyes shrank suddenly, he stood up abruptly, staring at the human skin paper: "This is impossible."

From the birth of supernatural events to the present, no one can die and come back to life again, at least according to the information he has received now, it is impossible.