Mysterious recovery

"Hasn't someone among you lived to this day?" Yang Jian frowned.

"You have lived till now." Liu Qingqing said.

"understood."

Yang Jian understood what Liu Qingqing meant.

In every era, there are always some ghost masters who can go very far. These roads cannot be copied. They are the result of the collision of death and luck. Even if they tell you the method, you can only listen to it as a story, and that success cannot be copied.

Just like Mr. Qin, he was a different kind in his mother's womb. Can you learn this method?

Or, like Wang Chaling, who directly inherited the first and second generations of the Wang family who turned into ghosts, there is no way to learn from this.

So Yang Jian no longer entangled in this issue, but continued to ask: "What is this place? It doesn't exist in reality, and it can only be reached by a supernatural bus."

"In terms you can understand, this is a ghost land, isolated from reality, but eventually the balance will fail, and it will resurface in reality again. The ghost bus is just a tool to shuttle between various special areas." Liu Qingqing slowly moved around the house.

She rubbed her head.

The sunken place hit by the blood-stained wooden hammer before is recovering rapidly at this moment.

soon.

Liu Qingqing's body became perfect again.

Seeing this, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, and he continued to ask: "Why are there ghosts in the world?"

Liu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and finally smiled, smiling happily, covering her mouth, as if she was watching a joke.

"Is this question funny?" Yang Jian frowned.

Liu Qingqing walked over. She was wearing red high heels, with slender legs, and her figure was elegant, revealing a kind of classical beauty. She walked up to Yang Jian and smiled, "Haven't you heard ghost stories?" ?”

"I've heard of it, but it's all fake." Yang Jian said.

"How do you know that those are all fake? Stories are spreading, and the truth is hidden in them, and your current level is too low, not when you are thinking about this kind of problem. When you live for another three years, you can awaken the second People who burn incense, he will tell you this question." Liu Qingqing said.

Level too low?

As the top ghost master, Yang Jian controlled three ghosts, became a different kind, mastered the ability to restart himself, possessed coffin nails and a hatchet, such capital would be evaluated as too low level.

"You don't want to disclose information, so why communicate with me." Yang Jian asked coldly.

He felt that the characters in the Republic of China period were not extinct, and it was not that there was no way to pass on information to future generations, but the information seemed to be buried intentionally.

If you really want to tell future generations the truth, there are ten thousand ways.

and so.

What Wang Xiaoming said at the beginning was correct, there is no point in pursuing the past.

The past is buried, which means that the past is a failure, and pursuing a failed era is just a waste of time to move forward.

"I woke up too early. I planned to go to a place to see, but he died, so I chose to stay in this ancient house, but I didn't expect you to open this room." Liu Qingqing said.

"Is there anything special about this room?" Yang Jian said, "I came here because of that ghost cabinet."

Liu Qingqing said: "This room is a ghost. To be precise, these red objects are the jigsaw puzzle of a ghost, which is trying to revive."

"Is that all?" Yang Jian stared at her suspiciously.

Does a ghost need to spend so much time preparing so many objects to imprison it?

Coffin nails, gold utensils, or a coffin.

and so on.

"At least that's what I know. After all, I didn't create these things." Liu Qingqing said, as if she was just a participant, not a creator.

Yang Jian was silent at the moment.

He could not learn much useful information from the population of the Republic of China.

He couldn't find the source of the ghost, nor could he get a way to restrain the ghost's recovery, and he didn't even solve many supernatural secrets.

"What's on the fifth floor of the ghost post office?" No way, Yang Jian gave up some far-reaching questions and asked some immediate questions directly.

Liu Qingqing laughed again: "There is a sixth floor above the fifth floor, which is the core of the post office, but only one person can enter the sixth floor, and the person who enters the sixth floor can't do anything for the rest of his life." Leave the post office."

"Why?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched.

This information is very useful.

"Because that person will control the post office, is this answer okay?"

Liu Qingqing said: "Your question is getting more and more naive. You can discover many things by yourself. It's meaningless to ask me here. You should go out. The seven days in the old house are the tasks given to you by the post office. You can complete it. To be eligible to enter the fifth floor of the post office."

She seemed to have lost interest in answering, turned around and walked into the room again.

"It's a naive question for you, but it's a matter of life for us people. There was a reason for your death and burial. With such a willful personality, it's reasonable for you not to survive." Yang Jian Said coldly.

These words seem to have touched the people of the Republic of China period.

She stopped in her tracks, and at the same time, the surrounding air instantly became cold.

This is not an illusion, but a real coldness.

It seems that the ghost is waking up, and the supernatural power is invading the body.

Yang Jian's ghost swayed, resisting the influence of the surroundings. He stood with a cracked spear in his hand: "Are you angry? That's right. Since your time is running out, just give me your memory. Live longer in this world, travel farther, and solve more supernatural events."

Facing the answers from this woman, he was not satisfied.

So he wants to do it himself.

Give it a try.

If he wins, he will inherit the memory of a top ghost master in the Republic of China period.

Lost.

Maybe it will be buried in this ancient house.

Very reckless.

But Yang Jian didn't think so, because he wasn't sure how long he would have to wait for the next opportunity after losing this opportunity.

Liu Qingqing turned around slowly: "How do you steal the memory of a living person from Li Gui?"

"Sure enough, are you also an outlier?"

Yang Jian's impulsiveness stopped instantly.

She was awakened for a short time, but she was still a ghost in essence, just because the power of the stick of incense helped her wake up for a short time. Once this time period passed, her consciousness would dissipate.

This point is inexplicably similar to Yang Jian.

If one day his ghost image revives, his own consciousness will also be suppressed and swallowed by the ghost, but that consciousness has not disappeared, and he can still wake up through some means.

just.

The consciousness controlled by the ghost can no longer be stolen.

The collision of ghosts and ghosts will only lead to crashes.

So, this Liu Qingqing was reminding Yang Jian.Even if she didn't fight back and let Yang Jian steal the memory, Yang Jian couldn't do it, and would even let himself die because of it.

"My time is almost up."

Suddenly, this Liu Qingqing spoke again, and she raised her arm, but the arm that was originally white and flawless began to wither, with corpse spots and signs of decay.

His complexion began to darken.

Even the cheongsam is not as bright as before.

The fragrance in the air began to appear along with a faint smell of corpses.

Obviously.

That stick of incense was beginning to fail, and soon she would completely become a ghost.

"You should go. Before I lose control, I will deal with it in this room. This person will not die. She will live well, and I will give her a gift."

Liu Qingqing turned her head again, and she walked slowly to the dressing table and sat down, ignoring Yang Jian's existence.

Seeing this, Yang Jian finally chose to give up.

He didn't do anything to Liu Qingqing.

It's no longer meaningful.

If the memory cannot be stolen, there is no benefit in doing it.

This person is already on the verge of recovery, and if he continues to stimulate him, the time for that stick of incense will probably continue to be shortened.

At that time, it will not be fighting against people, but a terrifying ghost.

But Yang Jian was not willing to leave like this.

He looked around this festive and weird room, as if he wanted to take something away.

I can't make a trip in vain.

"You take this thing away, one day you meet that ghost, maybe it can help you."

The cheongsam woman spoke again, she took out something from the drawer of the dressing table, and threw it out casually.

It is a jade bracelet.

The color of the jade is black, but the inside is bright, as if blood has seeped into it.

The bracelet made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground, but it didn't break.

This is a supernatural item, no matter how fragile it looks, as long as the supernatural power is still there, it will not be damaged.

"What's the use of this thing?" Yang Jian asked.

The woman stopped talking, but hummed a ditty softly, it was a drama, very classic, with a bit of nostalgia and sadness.

Her jet-black hair was falling out, and her colorful cheongsam became dirty and old.

It seems that everything is rapidly aging and rotting.

But that was just a double image, the real Liu Qingqing was still sitting there with her eyes closed, motionless, without any influence.

It's just that only Yang Jiangui can see all this clearly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Chong Ying and Liu Qingqing are the same person, there is no difference at all.

Yang Jian didn't speak, just picked up the red bracelet on the ground, then turned and left.

The situation is dire.

He didn't need to worry about anything with a person who was about to recover.

Before leaving, he even closed the door, but it was not locked, and he wanted to take this lock with him.

"Yang Jian, we should meet again..."

In the red room, a murmur echoed, with a bit of a smile on it.

"The trading task of the ghost cabinet is completed. There is still a sixth floor in the post office. I got a red bracelet... It seems that this trip is not a loss." Yang Jian looked back.

He dared not go near that room again.

Because the next time you open the door, it will no longer be Liu Qingqing inside, but a real ghost.

That room will become a taboo, preventing everyone from entering.

It doesn't matter if the door is locked or not.

So after it was no longer worth staying here, he immediately returned the same way, bypassing the weird crowd and came to the middle of the lobby.

"Captain Yang, are you back? What happened over there just now, why is there no movement at all?" Zhou Deng was still standing there, he asked a little curiously.

But when he was talking, his eyes stayed on the red bracelet in Yang Jian's hand.

"Nothing? It shouldn't be. I met Liu Qingqing there, but that's not the real Liu Qingqing. She has been corrupted by supernatural power. A consciousness that doesn't belong to her is talking to me. Didn't you hear it?" Yang Jian asked.

At such a close distance, everyone should be able to hear it.

However, not only Zhou Deng, several other people beside him also shook their heads to show that they did not hear.

Yang Jian's face changed, and his ghostly eyes immediately looked towards the aisle again.

The previously locked room disappeared.

There was only one wall, no locked door.