Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Jiang Yan proposed to Huang Yuan the price required to complete the ghost tank method. Huang Yuan frowned slightly after hearing this, and his face was uncertain.

"What's wrong? The headquarters has no more surrogate dolls? This is impossible. You should have a lot of stocks of this mass-produced supernatural item." Seeing the sudden silence on the other side, Jiang Yan felt a little puzzled.

"It's not this problem. The number of surrogate dolls is naturally sufficient. There are more than 100 in the headquarters now." Huang Yuan shook his head and said in a serious tone,

"But Chen Lanxue should have told you that there is a great limitation on surrogate dolls, that is, only one surrogate doll can be used per day."

"Well, yes, Sister Xue did warn me so. But why can the surrogate doll only be used once a day?" Jiang Yan soon had doubts. .

Using a surrogate doll is equivalent to having an extra life. The supernatural power used in this way must be accompanied by a strong price and or strict restrictions, such as the frequency of use.

"In fact, the surrogate doll is not a real "surrogate death". Its function is to divert the supernatural attack, thereby creating the effect of surrogate death." Huang Yuan explained.

"Transferring the spirit?" Although Jiang Yan knew what he meant, he still couldn't figure it out.

"To make a simple analogy, a zebra is attacked by a hyena, and then a more terrifying lion comes over, the hyena is scared away, and the zebra is temporarily safe, but then it has to face the lion's attack again." Huang Yuan explained.

"You mean, using the scapegoat will attract another more terrifying evil spirit?" Jiang Yan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the mechanism of action of the scapegoat would be like this.

"It can be understood that only evil spirits can fight against evil spirits. Using the scapegoat is equivalent to being targeted by a more terrifying evil spirit, and the original evil spirit's spirit is repelled, thus gaining temporary safety."

"So, if you use the scapegoat frequently, you will continue to attract the evil spirit. When it reaches a certain limit, the evil spirit will come to claim your life. According to my years of research, the frequency of use is once a day is the limit."

"The ghost who claims your life..." Jiang Yan looked solemn. He thought the scapegoat was too simple before.

There is no power in the supernatural world that does not require a price. Using a surrogate doll to save one's life is just to postpone the date of death.

"Not only that, even if the time interval is long enough, if the cumulative number of times the surrogate doll is used exceeds 10 times, the ghost will take his life." Huang Yuan added.

Hearing this, Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment and confirmed again:

"You said 10 times?"

Huang Yuan on the other side of the phone also had some doubts, but still gave him a positive answer in time:

"Yes, 10 times, regardless of the strength of the ghost tamer, if the cumulative number of surrogate dolls exceeds 10 times, the ghost will take his life."

Jiang Yan frowned slightly when he heard this, and said with some difficulty:

"The method of the ghost tank requires me to prepare 13 surrogate dolls."

"13?" Even Huang Yuan was a little surprised to hear this,

"You probably used surrogate dolls before, plus these 13, you will definitely encounter ghosts."

"You are right." Jiang Yan looked quite heavy.

He didn't expect there would be such a thing as a life-demanding ghost. More importantly, the method given by Gui Gang didn't mention how to deal with the life-demanding ghost, so he couldn't help but worry.

Huang Yuan on the opposite side noticed his silence and asked in surprise:

"Didn't the method given by Gui Gang mention the life-demanding ghost?"

"Yes." Jiang Yan nodded.

Huang Yuan on the opposite side was silent for a while, and seemed to feel a little embarrassed, but soon figured it out:

"Gui Gang should have considered this, otherwise he wouldn't have required such a strict number of 13. After all, the more surrogate dolls are used, the faster the evil ghost will come to take lives."

"That should be the case, then you should send in 13 surrogate dolls first."

"Okay, keep in touch."

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at everyone in the safe house.

They naturally heard the conversation between Jiang Yan and Huang Yuan, and roughly understood what happened.

"Jiang Yan, do you want to continue to solve this incident?" Shi Hui asked in shock.

After all, they had just escaped death not long ago, and many of their companions had been killed. Jiang Yan's move was tantamount to suicide, which made him feel unbelievable.

Qi Xiu and Zhao Qing also looked at him in surprise, waiting for his reply.

"Yes, I want to try. If I'm lucky, I can solve this incident." Jiang Yan said calmly.

"Try, how are you going to try? Even if the captain comes, it may not work. What can you do as a captain substitute?" Shi Hui still couldn't understand.

"Don't worry about it. Take care of them when I'm not around." Jiang Yan didn't want to explain too much. His dark eyes looked at Qi Xiu.Qi Xiu and Zhao Qing.

The two looked at him in surprise, with worry on their faces.

"Are you really going?" Qi Xiu asked in a serious tone.

Jiang Yan nodded.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

This time, Jiang Yan did not respond and remained silent.

Qi Xiu sighed helplessly, closed his eyes for a few seconds and then opened them, saying:

"I read your fortune."

"Tell me about it." Jiang Yan nodded, motioning him to continue.

Qi Xiu took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"The land mine is revived, one yang moves under the group of yin, a sign of resurrection from death."

Jiang Yan thought for a while and said in a flat tone:

"I hope so."

Then, he turned to Zhao Qing, who was still happily playing Landlord just now, now had a melancholy face, with tears in her big eyes:

"Are you really going? Can't you not go?"

Jiang Yan nodded.

If Huang Yuan was right, the ghost jar had the ability to predict the future, so his attempt this time was destined.

Seeing his resolute look, Zhao Qing knew that she could not stop him, so she took off the jade pendant necklace she had worn on her neck for more than ten years.

"This necklace was given to me by my uncle, who said it would bring me good luck. Wear it."

At this time, Shi Hui, whose face was painted with colorful paint, showed a trace of astonishment, and looked at Zhao Qing in surprise:

"No wonder this dead girl always wins in playing cards just now. I have to get a necklace like this if I have a chance."

When Jiang Yan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and the ghost rider named Zhao Xin from Gongyue Village involuntarily appeared in his mind.

"Uncle? What's your uncle's name?" To be on the safe side, he still asked.

"My uncle? His name is Zhao Tianxing." Zhao Qing replied.

"Zhao Tianxing..." Although this name is not Zhao Xin, Jiang Yan also remembered it silently.

"You must come back alive." Zhao Qing held the necklace in front of her chest and said as if making a wish.

After saying that, she came over and put the necklace on Jiang Yan.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he put on the necklace, his cold body actually felt a long-lost warmth, which made him feel very relieved.

He looked at the girl in front of him quietly, looking at the red and slightly plump cheeks, and the pair of tearful eyes.

"Don't worry, no matter what the result is this time, we will meet again, whether in the world or in hell." He comforted.

There is nothing wrong with this. If the incident is resolved, they can meet again in the world. If it fails, they will meet in hell.

"Not yet, even if you go to hell alone, I will pull you up!" Zhao Qing smiled and added, with an innocent smile on her face that was sad and tearful just now.

Jiang Yan smiled and didn't say much.

Qi Xiu on the side looked at him, looking thoughtful.

After bidding farewell to the three people, Jiang Yan left the safe house and put on his headquarters uniform again. The indigo figure walked resolutely into the blood mist...