Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

If it weren't for the reminder of the old beggar, Jiang Yan might have triggered a rule of the ghost market at this time.

However, Jiang Yan is more concerned about the identity of the old beggar now. After all, human consciousness will not add new memories. This old beggar actually knows the existence of ghosts, which means that he has seen ghosts before.

Jiang Yan slowly turned his head and his eyes gradually focused on the old beggar. His scarlet eyes were like burning flames, revealing a creepy breath.

He stared closely at the sloppy old man in front of him, as if he wanted to see through his appearance and see through the secrets deep in his heart.

The image of the old beggar is really unbearable to look at. His hair is messy and dirty, and there are even a few lice jumping in it. His clothes are even more shabby. The old-fashioned linen shirt has obviously been baptized by the years and has become incomplete.

His face is covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, as wrinkled as orange peel. However, if you look closely, you can find that the old man's face was once quite handsome, but time has been ruthless and he has lost his former charm.

At this moment, he can only show himself in a hunched posture, making it difficult to imagine his original tall figure.

The old beggar's back is bent so much that he looks short and thin. However, when you look under his tattered gown, you will find that he is actually quite burly.

Although he is hidden under the tattered clothes, you can still feel the power hidden in his body. If he stands up straight, he will even be a few points taller than Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan is also very interested in the appearance of this old beggar, and can see some clues from it. If he guesses correctly, this old beggar should have been a powerful ghost rider when he was alive.

But no matter how powerful he was in his life, hasn't he become a human consciousness like a lonely ghost now?

Thinking about it carefully, it makes people feel sad.

Jiang Yan didn't bother with him and went straight to the point:

"Old man, if I guess correctly, you should have been a ghost tamer when you were alive, right?"

But the old beggar laughed when he heard this, and said thoughtfully:

"What is a ghost tamer? I don't know. It's dark and windy at night. Be careful with candles. Young people, hurry up and leave."

After hearing this, Jiang Yan's face darkened. He naturally saw that the old beggar was playing dumb, so he threatened him a little:

"Old man, there is no one else here. Do you see the butcher knife in my hand? You'd better answer my question obediently, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost bride beside him also exuded a strange blood-red aura, which made everyone present feel cold.

The old beggar glanced at the butcher knife in Jiang Yan's hand, and then grinned:

"If you want to kill me, you should have killed me long ago. Now you are talking so much nonsense with me, obviously you don't have the means to explore consciousness. Do you think I am right?"

After hearing this, Jiang Yan's face sank, thinking that this old beggar is indeed a wise old man, and he is sure that he will not kill him.

However, it is indeed the case. It is not easy to encounter the consciousness of a ghost tamer in the ghost market. How could Jiang Yan miss it?

Maybe this ghost tamer knows how to solve the death prophecy?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan put away the butcher knife. He knew that he had something to ask of others, and using tough means would not work, so he asked:

"Since the old man is so clear in his heart, why do you embarrass me, a junior? If the old man can solve my problem, I will not be stingy with my ability. If the old man has any concerns in the secular world, the junior will also try his best to complete it."

Seeing that hard means didn't work, Jiang Yan could only start a deal with the old beggar.

After listening to Jiang Yan's words, the old beggar slowly stretched out his hand, stroked his beard with his long, dirty nails, and then laughed in a low and hoarse voice:

"Hahahaha... There's no need to go to such trouble. I'm an old man with nothing to worry about, and I don't have any special requirements. I just like to drink a little wine, especially the wine from Changsheng Wine Shop. I have to drink a glass every day. Hey, hey..."

As he spoke, his deep and dark eyes stared straight at the half glass of wine at the front desk of the wine shop.

Jiang Yan knew that the old beggar was determined to get that half glass of wine. Although this half glass of wine almost exhausted all his ghost money, he knew that ghost money could be earned again. If he missed the mysterious old man in front of him, he might never have such an opportunity again.

So he agreed without hesitation:

"It's only half a cup of wine. It's great to honor the old man."

After hearing this, the old beggar's dark eyes lit up and he laughed loudly:

"Haha, very good, very good, young man is reallyKnow my heart."

After saying that, he quickly grabbed the wooden wine glass on the front desk and drank half of the wine in it impatiently.

"Gulp gulp~"

The dark wine was very strange, but the old beggar swallowed it with his throat rolling, and drank it happily, as if it was really a fine wine in the world.

"Good wine, good wine! It is worthy of being the best wine in Changsheng Wine Shop. Now I can live a little longer. "The old beggar praised.

After drinking half a cup of black wine, the old beggar's face was flushed, shaking his head, immersed in the intoxication.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Jiang Yan always feels that after drinking this cup of wine, the old beggar's figure has become more and more real.

"Perhaps the wine in this Changsheng wine shop can strengthen human consciousness and achieve the effect of longevity. After all, in this weird dream, human consciousness is as fragile as paper, and it will be destroyed with a slight bump..." Jiang Yan had a rough guess in his heart.

Thinking so, although this Changsheng wine is helpful in enhancing consciousness, it is not what he wants.

Seeing that the old beggar was satisfied with the drink, Jiang Yan said:

"Old man, you have drunk the wine, is it convenient to answer my question now? ”

The old beggar twisted his beard, squinted his eyes and shook his head, as if he was savoring the half cup of fine wine just now, looking unsatisfied.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, and his dark eyes became clear and sharp:

“You are so polite, young man, I will not cheat you, you can’t guess, I used to be a ghost tamer. It’s just that there were many talented people in that era, and I was just unknown, so I am ashamed to tell you my name. "

Hearing this, Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He certainly hoped that the old beggar would be as powerful as possible during his lifetime, so that he would have a greater chance of helping him.

However, he did not lose heart and continued to ask:

"Old man, to be honest, I am about to die and I am looking for a way to crack it. I wonder if you have any clues..."

Jiang Yan slowly told the old beggar about his death prophecy.

The old beggar stroked his beard the whole time, and the more he listened, the heavier his face became.

After Jiang Yan finished speaking, the old beggar was silent for a moment, and then he smiled:

"Since death is inevitable, let him die once, isn't that right?"

Jiang Yan felt a little puzzled after hearing this, but he knew that the old beggar must have other intentions, so he hurriedly asked:

"Old man, don't tease me. You actually want me to die directly. Do you want me to be resurrected after death? "

After hearing this, the old beggar twirled his beard, as if he was a little surprised by Jiang Yan's words. He murmured:

"Resurrection? It's also a good idea..."

Then he looked at Jiang Yan, revealing an elusive emotion in his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"But there is no need to do so, the risk is too great."

After hearing this, Jiang Yan still didn't quite understand, and continued to ask:

"If I don't resurrect, I will only have one body, and if I die, I will really die."

Unexpectedly, the old beggar smiled after hearing this, and said meaningfully:

"Then why not create two bodies?"