Mysterious recovery

"What's the matter?" Yang Jian asked directly.

"I want to ask you for a favor. The older generation is almost dead, and I can't find any other acquaintances, so after thinking about it, you are the most suitable one. After all, you are the best ghost master in the ghost circle." Hong sister said with a smile.

Yang Jian said: "If you don't help, you can find someone else, I'm not interested in your affairs."

He simply refused.

"If you get paid, you won't let you help for nothing." Sister Hong said.

"I'm just afraid that your reward will be profitable, not useful. Things that even a top ghost master like you in the Republic of China can't handle must be very dangerous. Helping you is undoubtedly asking for death." Yang Jian was very rational. Also sober.

Sister Hong said helplessly: "The top ghost master of the Republic of China you mentioned is called Zhang Youhong. In this life, I am called Sister Hong. I am not the same person. Don't misunderstand me."

"Is there a difference?" Yang Jian asked.

"There is a big difference. Zhang Youhong lived in the period of the Republic of China, while I live in the present, and I was revived on Liu Qingqing. Although my consciousness is dominant, Liu Qingqing's memory is still there, and it is confused with me. , so I am neither Zhang Youhong nor Liu Qingqing, but Sister Hong." Sister Hong explained very seriously.

"If there is a third life, then I am neither Zhang Youhong, nor Liu Qingqing, nor Sister Hong, and I will have a new identity."

"One life, the recovery of the first life, I will have a new identity and a new person in each life. I am no longer the pure Zhang Youhong at the beginning. It's just that I have lived the second life now, so the difference is not obvious."

Yang Jian was thoughtful upon hearing this, and probably understood Sister Hong's way of living continuously.

When he came back to his senses, he noticed something, glanced at it, and saw Jiang Yan appearing in the living room.

Jiang Yan stood there cautiously, wanting to say something, but didn't dare to approach her to disturb her.

"Did something happen?" Yang Jian asked.

Jiang Yan hurriedly said: "It's Liu Xiaoyu who called. She said there is an emergency at the headquarters."

"What emergency? The starving ghost incident?" Yang Jian asked.

"No, it's not the starving ghost incident. It's the news from the headquarters that a team leader seems to have been killed in an accident." After Jiang Yan finished speaking, she looked at Sister Hong again, as if she was thinking about such a thing. Should I say it.

Sister Hong smiled and said, "I'm not interested in the affairs of your headquarters."

Yang Jian frowned: "Has the captain died? Or was he killed? Could it be another conflict between Liu San and He Yin'er?"

He guessed at the first time that it was about Liu San and He Yin'er, after all, they were the only two captains who had a big grudge against each other.

"Did Liu Xiaoyu say which captain died? It's okay to say it directly. This kind of news can't be hidden for too long. If people know it, they will know it." Yang Jian said.

Only then did Jiang Yan say: "Liu Xiaoyu said that he is the captain who is active abroad, and his name seems to be Zhang Xuan."

"It's him?" Yang Jian remembered.

The captain did not attend the meeting last time, and had been investigating the affairs of the king's organization abroad. He was the one who sent the news of the third coffin nail.

"Tell Liu Xiaoyu, I know about this." Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan nodded and left again.

Yang Jian didn't care too much about the death of a captain. After all, death is a common occurrence in the supernatural circle, and the loss of a captain is not a big news, but he is more concerned about the series of changes behind the death of this strange captain. .

"It seems that I came here by accident. You have encountered trouble again. If that's the case, then I won't bother you. See you next time." Sister Hong got up at this moment and was about to leave.

"sit down."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a somewhat commanding tone: "I don't like charades, since you're here, why don't you finish talking before leaving."

"You don't intend to help, and it's useless if I say so."

Sister Hong said, and then she smiled again: "But it's okay to tell you, I need to take a bus to go to a place, and I need someone to help control that bus. If you are willing to help, I can tell you to drive the bus method, and the method of cleaning the curse on the red scissors in your hand."

"Driving a bus?" Yang Jian was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Sister Hong would find him to be a driver.

But it does make sense when you think about it carefully.

It's not that easy to be a driver of a ghost bus, and there are almost no people in the entire ghost circle who can meet this requirement.

Even the current Yang Jian himself doesn't know if he can drive a supernatural bus.

"No wonder you think there is reason to convince me that the weight of the ghost bus is indeed very large." Yang Jian did not refuse as decisively as before, but was a little moved.

If you can learn to drive a supernatural bus, it will not be a little help to yourself.

Not to mention, Sister Hong also presented a method to cleanse the ghost scissors curse.

Sister Hong saw that Yang Jian's attitude had changed, and said again: "Although driving a supernatural bus is dangerous, I believe you can bear the danger, and this time is a good opportunity for you, isn't it? ? None of the new generation of ghost masters can be the driver of the supernatural bus. If you do it, it means you have mastered the trend of this era, and the future will belong to you."

"You have moved me a little bit, but your credibility in my heart is not high. You have to tell me how to remove the curse with the ghost scissors first, so that I can know your sincerity." Yang Jian said.

"It's okay, then you agree?" Sister Hong smiled.

Yang Jian said: "That depends on whether your method is true."

Sister Hong didn't hide anything, and said directly: "The method is very simple, you put the pair of scissors in your hand into the blood pool on the outskirts of the city and wash it, and all the curses entangled on it will disappear."

"It's that simple?" Yang Jian frowned.

Sister Hong smiled and said, "Yes, it's that simple."

The first thousand and 350 chapters and ten o'clock appointments

On the outskirts of Dachang City, beside a closed highway, there is a pool of blood. The pool of blood has affected the surrounding environment and dyed everything in the area red.

And as time passed, the blood-soaked area was still getting bigger.

It's just that the speed of this kind of diffusion is too slow, even after a year has passed, it only affects the surrounding area of ​​about three kilometers.

Coupled with the fact that the blood pool could not be moved, the impact of this supernatural event was very small, but just in case, Yang Jian sealed off the surrounding area and moved the residents of the scattered small villages away.

"After the recovery of Yan Li and Li Gui, in order not to cause any impact in Dachang City, he deliberately drove away from the urban area. In the end, the road could not support the recovery of Li Gui, and then the vehicle rushed out of the highway and fell into the wild. This pool of blood is the place where Yan Li died. Forming."

At this moment, Yang Jian stood on the blocked highway, recalling the past in his mind, and remembered the story between himself and Yan Li.

But right now is not the time to be emotional and reminisce.

He walked out of the highway and strode towards the blood pool not far away.

The blood-red soil was very moist, and it seemed as if it was going to sink when stepped on it, and every step of stepping on it could make the soil squeeze out blood, and the surrounding air was also filled with a strong smell of blood.

In this blood-watered area, weeds and trees grow very luxuriantly, it seems that these plants have absorbed enough nutrients from the blood.

It's just that under the influence of the supernatural, these trees and weeds are all scarlet, which is very different.

Yang Jian passed a tree at the moment. He glanced at it, but saw the outlines of strange human faces emerging on the trunk of the tree. The appearance of the tree can already be recognized clearly. If this tree is allowed to grow, it may really become a complete human face tree.

But the tree is not in danger, it's just that the spiritual influence has changed the growth of the tree.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of falling into the water. It seemed that something was alarmed by Yang Jian's arrival. A huge shadow flashed through the red weeds and fell directly into the pool of blood.

The pool of blood stirred up ripples, but it quickly returned to calm.

Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes, trying to peek at the anomalies near the blood pool.

But the weeds near the blood pool swayed, blocking the sight of the ghost eyes, making it impossible to see clearly what was hidden in the weeds.

"After absorbing too much ghost blood, do even the weeds have a certain amount of supernatural power? If all these weeds are pulled out, they can definitely be made into supernatural props, but just this will not stop my investigation."

next moment.

Wisps of wisps of ghost fire began to appear within the range of Yang Jian's ghost eyes.

A pale green will-o'-the-wisp emerged, and the flames engulfed the red weeds in front of him, and then the sight of the ghost's eyes was no longer blocked.

At this moment, Yang Jian saw many horrible corpses lying in the grass near the blood pool. These corpses were covered in blood, as if they had been stripped of human skin, and they were still in an active state. Quickly crawling among the grass.

However, the appearance of the will-o'-the-wisp disturbed the blood corpses, one after another quickly passed through the grass and rushed towards the blood pool.

Accompanied by the sound of falling into the water, these blood corpses burrowed into the blood pool one after another like dumplings, and then quickly hid and disappeared.

"Leave one." Yang Jian's ghost eyes moved slightly, and the ghost fire shrouded it, blocking the way of a blood corpse and surrounding the blood corpse.

The blood corpse wanted to escape from the blockade of the will-o'-the-wisp, but when it came into contact with the will-o'-the-wisp, it seemed to be scalded and quickly retracted.

But the will-o'-the-wisp did not burn.

The blood on the blood corpse seems to have some kind of special supernatural power, which can resist the burning of will-o'-the-wisps.

The blood corpse was still crawling quickly on the ground, weird but evil, but Yang Jian quickly walked out of the fire.

The scorched palms almost covered the blood corpse.

To deal with this kind of weird corpse in the blood pool, Yang Jian doesn't need to be serious, just using the supernatural power of ghost hands should be enough.

But the unexpected is.

Faced with the suppression of the ghost hand, the blood corpse was not silent, but was still struggling, but there were too many ghost hands and the restraint was too tight, so the blood corpse could not break free.

"The ghost hand has the ability to suppress ghosts, almost equal to a weakened version of the coffin nail. The corpse derived from this kind of ghost would lose its movement immediately if touched, but now it has no effect when facing this blood corpse." Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and he walked over to check the situation.

The blood corpse struggled and squirmed, but it was still subdued by too many ghost hands.

"The will-o'-the-wisp cannot be ignited, and the ghost's hands cannot be suppressed. A seemingly weak blood corpse has the potential to fight against top-level spirits. Sure enough, the spirit resistance in the spirit circle cannot be randomly divided into high and low, it depends on the characteristics of the spirit."

After Yang Jian checked, he found that this bloody corpse evolved from a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

After the corpse was soaked in too much ghost blood, some kind of change occurred, causing the corpse to wake up after death and become this ghost slave who was neither human nor ghost.

At the same time, this blood corpse also has the characteristics of ghost blood, which can invalidate the supernatural power.

"Sister Hong is right. If Ghost Blood has this characteristic, it can indeed wash away the curse on Ghost Scissors, but how does she know about Ghost Scissors and Ghost Blood? She is just alone, without the intelligence network of the headquarters, nor Maybe she is staring at me all the time, or is it that she has used ghost scissors before and has been exposed to ghost blood?"

Yang Jian guessed in his heart.

Then, he let go of the blood corpse.

The bloody corpse crawled quickly, shuttled into the grass, and fell into the pool of blood in the blink of an eye.

"Didn't choose to attack me? Is it because I didn't trigger the ghost's killing pattern?" Yang Jian continued forward with some doubts.

He walked through the red grass, dispersed the blood corpses hidden nearby, and then came to the blood pool smoothly.

However, Yang Jian didn't get too close, and he still felt a little apprehensive.

He stopped and observed for a moment.

Yang Jian didn't find anything special either. He couldn't see through the blood pool with ghost eyes. He didn't know what was in the blood pool. He just felt that it was like a bottomless abyss. Once he fell into it, it would be forever. Sinking is worse than falling into a ghost lake.

"Now is not the time to pay attention to this blood pool. I am here to clean the curse on the ghost scissors."

Yang Jian did not forget the purpose of his trip.

He took out the ghost scissors at this moment.

The old scissors were tangled with black hair, speckled and stained with a lot of filth that couldn't be cleaned.

Coming to the side of the blood pool, Yang Jian put the ghost scissors into the blood pool after confirming that there was no abnormality.

Immediately after the ghost scissors were soaked in the blood pool, new changes appeared. The filth on the ghost scissors began to dissipate rapidly, and even the hair wrapped around them loosened and fell off at this time, and strands of black dirt The smudges spread out, but before the black smudges polluted the blood pool, they were completely wiped away by the surrounding blood.

"I can feel that the curse on it has indeed dissipated."

Yang Jian was holding the ghost scissors. At this moment, there was no change in front of his eyes. If the curse was entangled before changing, there must be some terrible supernatural phenomena around him.

After washing for a while, he felt that it was almost done, the dirt on the ghost scissors had been cleaned, and all the curses disappeared.

When Yang Jian picked up the ghost scissors again, the weird scissors changed dramatically.

The hair wrapped around the scissors before disappeared, and the filth also disappeared. On the contrary, the ghost blood covered the scissors as if painted with a layer of red paint, making the ghost scissors completely red.

This redness cannot be faded away, even if the ghost blood stained on it disappears, the ghost scissors are still scarlet.

Perhaps, this is the original appearance of the ghost scissors. It was only contaminated with too many curses and filth before, so it appeared filthy.

"Success."

Yang Jian checked to make sure there was no problem.

But he knew that this method of cleaning the curse was only a temporary solution, not the root cause. If he continued to use the ghost scissors, he would still be infected with new curses, but at that time he had to return to the blood pool to clean again.

But it's a good thing to have a solution. If the curse on the ghost scissors is allowed to continue, even Yang Jian will not dare to use this supernatural item easily.

After completing the purpose of this trip, he planned to leave here and return to Guanjiang Community.

After all, Sister Hong was still waiting for her answer.

However, at this moment, Yang Jian suddenly noticed something, and raised his head to look towards the middle of the blood pool.

In the middle of the blood pool, the blood was tumbling and bubbling continuously, as if something wanted to float up from it.

"Did cleaning too many curses at once disturb the ghosts in the blood pool?" Yang Jian put away the ghost scissors, and then slowly stepped back a few steps.