Mysterious recovery

Same as the paper shop.

There are also voices hawking.

But this time the opening price was beyond imagination.

A piece of paper is only three yuan, a mask is only three yuan, and a coffin costs 18 yuan.

Can't afford it.

Yang Jian still had seven yuan left in his hand, and he was a thoroughly poor man in front of the coffin shop.

So when the offer came out, he walked faster.

Because once provoked, Yang Jian would not even have the chance to spend money to eliminate the disaster, so he had to fight this coffin shop to death.

This cries sounded only once and never appeared again.

Yang Jian turned back the same way, and the coffin shop behind him quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Vaguely, the place reverberated with the sound of knocking and sawing wood.

Soon.

Yang Jian passed by the previous paper-making shop again, but strangely, the two paper figurines, one black and one white at the door of the paper-making shop, changed their positions again, and this time they actually stood inside the shop instead of outside.

at the same time.

The mask-selling booth in front also disappeared.

Some shops even closed their doors and are no longer open.

Check the time.

It was only at this time that Yang Jian realized that after walking around, it was already five fifty before he knew it, and it would be six o'clock in 10 minutes.

"It's night after six o'clock. Is this street closed at night?" Yang Jian's heart trembled, and he quickened his pace.

The same goes for the ghost post office.

Lights out at six.

It seems that the ghost lands of that era all have something in common.

When he was about to leave this street, Yang Jian saw a man in front of him, who seemed to be ready to leave after shopping.

The man's back was facing him. He was wearing old-fashioned clothes. He was taller and looked a little different.

"Who are you?" Yang Jian greeted.

But the man in front didn't look back, and continued to walk forward as if he didn't hear it.

Chapter 62 Faceless Man

ghost street.

One after another, the strange shops gradually closed down, but when he was about to leave, Yang Jian actually saw a living person on this street... let's say it was a living person.

He tried to call out to the man in front of him.

But it didn't work.

The person in front continued to walk forward as if he didn't hear him, and he was about to leave the street completely soon.

"No response? So this person didn't enter here by mistake like me, but he is a person in this ghost street, or a regular visitor who often comes here..." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

He walked quickly and followed.

The old-fashioned man with a tall back still walked forward on his own, and still didn't respond to Yang Jian's rapid approach.

"Since that's the case, let's try it out. If I'm lucky, I can find out some secrets about Ping'an Ancient Town from him."

Yang Jian changed his previous cautious style at this moment.

He looked at his cold and blackened palm, then stopped, and slowly stretched it toward the man's back.

At this distance, his hands could not touch the man.

however.

This is not an ordinary palm, but the palm of a ghost, possessing terrifying supernatural power.

With the appearance of ghost hand.

On the ground in the street ahead, cold and blackened palms began to protrude. These palms covered the ground so densely that the scalp felt numb.

The palm of the hand is like a weed in the wind, swaying and twisting, trying to grab a person who is approaching from the side.

Once caught by such a palm, even one is enough to kill an ordinary person. Even if it is a real ghost, the ghost hand can also play a considerable role in suppressing it, because now Yang Jian's ghost hand also has the ability to suppress ghosts. quota.

At this moment, all the ghost hands stretched out towards the man.

But the man's walking speed did not slow down, ignoring the strange black palms on the ground in front of him.

"Do you want to step on it?" Yang Jian's face darkened, without reservation.

The attack of the ghost hand appeared.

Although the black and cold palm on the ground was stiff, it moved like a nerve reflex, and suddenly grabbed one of the man's legs.

Once touched.

The ghost hand's ability to suppress supernatural beings will be brought into play, and even the top ghost masters can't completely ignore the ghost hand's attack.

The effect appeared.

The man's feet seemed to be tripped, and he froze in place in an instant. His tall body staggered and almost fell down.

But that's about it.

The role of the ghost hand has come to an end, and it can't do any further harm to that man.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's expression became serious.

The ghost hand that is enough to suppress a ghost outside can only trip the opponent here. It is conceivable that the opponent is not only a special person with supernatural power, but also a very powerful character.

"Can we have a chat?" Yang Jian asked.

The man still didn't turn around, and still turned his back to Yang Jian, only giving him a back view.

"Are you not planning to speak, or are you unable to speak? If you can, you don't mind turning around and exchanging a few words. I am not from Taiping Ancient Town. I am the person in charge who came here specially to investigate the Ghost Lake incident. I am responsible for dealing with various A supernatural event." Yang Jian reported his family name and his purpose.

But the man in front still didn't speak, he just stood there motionless.

Seeing this, Yang Jian frowned.

Since this person doesn't intend to speak, then simply look at this person's appearance in person to confirm his identity.

Immediately.

He quickly came to the man's side.

Just getting close, Yang Jian felt the abnormally cold aura emanating from this man, which made people feel something was wrong.

I took a few steps to the side and opened up a little distance.

Only at this time did Yang Jian see clearly the true face of this man... This man has no face.

Yes.

There are no outlines of facial features, only a piece of flat flesh.

ghost?

Immediately, Yang Jian took a few steps back, and the hatchet in his hand was about to chop down subconsciously, dismembering the ghost in front of him.

But a movement of the man in front of him made Yang Jian stop.

The man raised a hand and motioned to Yang Jian, intending to tell him to stop.

"It's not a ghost, it's a human being. He has his own consciousness."

Yang Jian suddenly stopped the hatchet in his hand, his expression was solemn, there was no shock on his face, just a little surprise.

Because the appearance of this man reminded him of the ghost holding the old blood-stained newspaper. That ghost likes to take off the faces of living people, making people lose their faces and become a faceless person.

Could it be that this person is a survivor of a previous spiritual attack?

"You can hear what I'm saying, but because of the lack of facial features, you can't see or speak, and you don't want me to see your face, right?" Yang Jian said.

The man still didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"Who are you? Judging from your appearance, you should not be a ghost master outside. What are you doing here?" Yang Jian continued to ask: "If you can't say it, you can write it down, and we can communicate."

The man's face without facial features slightly turned towards Yang Jian, and fell into silence.

He doesn't seem to want to communicate, and there seems to be some kind of gap between the two of them, and he doesn't want to reveal too much.

But after a while, he stretched out his fingers and gestured in mid-air.

His fingers were writing in mid-air, Yang Jian peeped out, noticed the traces of the person's fingers, and gradually formed a line of words: I am looking for a face.

"You are looking for a face here, so where is your original face?" Yang Jian asked again.

The man didn't answer, he seemed to reject Yang Jian's question.

Seeing his silence, Yang Jian asked again, "What's your name?"

"The Faceless Man." The man continued to move his fingers in mid-air and wrote three words.

Faceless?

This should be a code name, not a real name.

Yang Jian didn't ask any further questions. It's very common to use a code name in the spirit circle, in order to hide his identity and prevent the spirit from involving people around him.

"Have you found your face yet?"

"It's here." The man continued to respond.

it?

Refers to the man's face.

It is here, which means that this man's face must have appeared on this ghost street, but he has not found it yet, so this time he finished shopping and left regretfully.

"The only thing that fits the face on the whole street is the mask that appeared at the previous booth. He couldn't be looking for a mask." Yang Jian's heart shuddered, and he glanced back slightly.

The booth selling masks is no longer there.

If so, this faceless man should look for a weird mask as his face.

"Where are you from, a resident of Taiping Town? Or someone from the supernatural circle outside?" Yang Jian asked again.

But at this time, the faceless man stretched out his hand and wrote such a sentence: "It's too late today, I'm leaving."

He did not answer Yang Jian's next question.

After the faceless man finished writing this sentence, he continued to walk forward. The ghost hands under his feet were like weeds on the roadside. Although they could trip his feet, they couldn't make the faceless man stop completely. Step down, the reason why he stopped just now was not that the ghost hand suppressed it, but that he wanted to stop.

"Unless he cuts off his head forcefully, and then uses ghosts to invade his memory to get enough information, otherwise there won't be any useful information to ask." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

Thinking about whether to do it.

This person is very strange and weird, but he has no intersection, no conflict, and no hostility with Yang Jian.

Otherwise, the two of them would have already started a fight just now.

After a short thought, Yang Jian did not choose to do anything.

He is not the kind of person who takes the initiative to provoke right and wrong. Since the other party has given him face and has not expanded the conflict, then he will not sneak behind this for the so-called intelligence.

After all, young people have to speak martial arts.

Although he didn't intend to do anything, Yang Jian followed quickly, wanting to see where this person was going.

The two left the street one after the other.

However, a strange scene happened.

Yang Jian stood alone in the ancient town of Taiping Town. On the left and right sides were newly installed street lamps, emitting light and illuminating the surrounding darkness.

The faceless man was gone.

Even the ghostly peeping did not find any trace of the faceless man.

The faceless man left the street, but he did not appear in Taiping Ancient Town.