Mysterious recovery

from now on.

This will be a new haunted house.

The first thousand and 520 chapters and six new ancestral halls

"Is Wang Chaling dead too?"

At this moment, in the headquarters office, the person sitting at this desk is no longer Cao Yanhua, but Wang Guoqiang.

Wang Guoqiang, who is in his early thirties, is in the prime of life and full of energy, but even so, after sitting in this position, his energy is not enough at all. Although there are not many things to deal with every day, everything makes people feel incomparable The headache caused him to have to frown and smoke every day like Cao Yanhua.

"The situation is becoming more and more serious. The captains of the headquarters are leaving the field one after another. The captain's plan made before has begun to fail. Although He Yuelian, who quit the headquarters before, has returned again, she is now only staying in Dachang City and will not implement it at all. task, and I can't force her to do the task, or she will resign if she is unhappy."

Wang Guoqiang sighed.

"Wang Chaling's death is not surprising at all. Three months ago, his condition was already very bad. It was an injury left when he fought against the king's organization. It is a miracle that he survived until now."

"However, according to the supernatural characteristics of the Wang family, Wang Chaling died, and most of the four generations of the Wang family have already been born."

"A baby who can control five ghosts is an incredible existence in the current supernatural circle. Unfortunately, the fourth generation of the Wang family is still too young to play any role now. He still needs time to grow up."

"Now there are more and more supernatural events that are out of control, and the situation is going to collapse completely. The only way to reverse this situation is to wake up Yang Jian, and then summon the remaining captains with absolute power, and concentrate the entire supernatural circle. strength, only in this way may the situation be stabilized again."

Wang Guoqiang fell into deep thought, but soon he shook his head with a wry smile: "Even if Yang Jian can do it, so what? No matter how powerful a ghost master is, he can't stop the erosion of fierce ghosts. Sooner or later, he will be able to control ghosts." Those who die will die, and fighting the King Organization will only speed up the progress."

"Where will the future go?"

He looked up at the ceiling, seeing no hope at all.

suddenly.

There was a knock on his office door.

"Come in." Wang Guoqiang came back to his senses, and he immediately said.

A staff member opened the door and entered: "Deputy Minister, important news, Cao Yanhua, Minister Cao's condition suddenly deteriorated just now, the rescue failed, and he died in the hospital."

Wang Guoqiang was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "I see, you go to work first."

The staff member nodded, then closed the door and left.

"Minister Cao has also left." Wang Guoqiang smiled bitterly.

He understands that the sudden deterioration of Minister Cao's condition has a lot to do with the recent bad news. After all, as a patient, he is always paying attention to the current situation. Now that the situation is so bad, how can he treat him with peace of mind? , It is normal to die of illness under mixed anxiety and anger.

A few days later.

Wang Guoqiang attended Cao Yanhua's funeral.

Because of the special nature of Cao Yanhua's work, his funeral was very simple and very few people attended, only a few old colleagues from the headquarters and a few important relatives of Cao Yanhua.

"Uncle Wang, can we have a chat alone?" At the funeral, a young man in his early twenties found Wang Guoqiang. His name was Cao Bin, the son of Cao Yanhua.

Although he looks very young, Cao Bin is far more stable than his peers.

"Okay." Wang Guoqiang nodded, and his intuition told him that Cao Bin should have something important to tell himself when he found him.

The two walked to a secluded place.

At this time, Cao Bin said in a low voice: "Uncle Wang, my father should have said this matter, but my father was worried that he would die suddenly one day, so he made preparations in advance and told me this important matter. If there is an accident, I will pass it on to Uncle Wang."

"I understand, you can tell me the matter now with confidence." Wang Guoqiang nodded, understanding Cao Yanhua's vigilance.

After all, he has dealt with supernatural events all the year round, and he may suddenly die suddenly one day. Some important information transmission must be more prepared.

"Father left a sentence before his death, he said, Yang Jian is the key, never forget Yang Jian." Cao Bin said with a suppressed voice.

Wang Guoqiang frowned, a little unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Cao Bin said: "Father said that Professor Wang told him this sentence, and it was very important. He asked Uncle Wang to remember this sentence, and he must tell the next minister. If the headquarters is disbanded in the future, this sentence And always remember."

"Okay, I understand." Wang Guoqiang nodded solemnly.

Obviously, this sentence reveals some important information. Although he has not been able to decipher this information, since this sentence is circulated among several important people in the headquarters, it must have a reason.

The conversation between the two was very brief and ended soon.

Wang Guoqiang left before the funeral was over, because he still had work to do, and it was rare to be able to ask for two hours off.

In Ohara City.

This is the newly built Taiping Ancient Town.

Over the past few months, many people have poured into the originally empty Taiping Ancient Town, and they come from all over the country.

The reason why I came to this modern antique town is because there is only one captain left in the headquarters living in this small town.

He Yin'er, the soul caller.

During the period when Yang Jian was silent, Liu San disappeared, Li Leping was forgotten, and He Yuelian resigned, He Yin'er was considered the most stable captain-level ghost master.

More and more ordinary people choose to come to Dayuan City in order to seek asylum after knowing about the supernatural events, and they even try their best to enter this ancient Taiping town.

This situation has created the prosperity of this new Taiping ancient town.

However, He Yin'er didn't care about this.

Now she is staying in a newly built ancestral hall.

This newly built ancestral hall is much larger than the one in Old Taiping Ancient Town, and the vicinity of the ancestral hall is a forbidden area, and only a few people are eligible to enter and leave here.

He Yin'er was sitting on a small stool in the ancestral hall, with a pile of wood beside her.

Now she is holding a small knife, carving on the wood carefully and carefully.

After a while, a piece of wood was carved.

The wood turned into a spiritual tablet, with three words engraved on it: Wang Chaling.

After carving this spiritual tablet, He Yin'er picked up another piece of wood and continued to carve.

On the other side of her body, there are already a lot of carved spirit tablets, on which one can clearly see the names of ghost masters who have died long ago, Zhou Deng, Lin Bei, Cao Yang, Lu Zhiwen... even There are also records of ghost masters from a long time ago, such as Jiang Shangbai and Fang Shiming.

Of course, it also includes the spiritual positions of Yang Jian, Li Yang, Huang Ziya and others.

"I will prepare a box under each spiritual seat, which contains their relics during their lifetime. I will paint black paint on those who have been confirmed dead, and I will not paint on those who have not been confirmed dead." He Yiner's eyes moved slightly. Thinking like this.

It is estimated that the newly built ancestral hall will be filled with all kinds of spiritual seats in a short time, and she will arrange special people to take care of the ancestral hall.

Come back to your senses.

He Yin'er continued to sculpt the spiritual tablet. Some of the people on the spiritual tablet she knew and some she didn't know, but there was no doubt that the people on the spiritual tablet were all powerful ghost masters in the spiritual circle.

These people all represent an era.

It's just now that this era is beginning to end, and He Yin'er is beginning to perform her duties as a soul caller. Taking advantage of the fact that those relics are not difficult to collect, she wants to preserve the power of this era as much as possible.

"He Yin'er, I have a courier for you."

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and a man about 50 years old walked into the ancestral hall, holding a package in his hand.

"Who sent it?" He Yin'er asked.

"Look for yourself, I still have business over there." Boss Liu put down the courier and ran away without a trace.

He Yin'er glanced at it, and the name on the package surprised her.

"Zhang Xianguang?"

"Why did he give me something?"

He Yin'er was very puzzled, but still opened the package with some curiosity.

After opening it, I found that there were many old objects scattered in the package, such as rusty scissors, faded cheongsam, damaged pens, pulped tobacco pipe... These things did not look like modern items, like It is from the period of the Republic of China.

"I see."

He Yin'er understood that these were the relics of ghost masters from the Republic of China period given to her by Zhang Xianguang. Through these relics, she could recall those terrifying and powerful figures of the Republic of China.

I thought that these relics would never be found again, but I never thought that Zhang Xianguang still had a copy in his hand.

She didn't reject the gift, but accepted it solemnly, and was going to set up a few unnamed spiritual seats, and if it was painted... choose red.

"After I set up these spiritual seats, the reconstruction of Xintaiping Ancient Town is basically completed, but the ghost street is still in the old place, so I have to find a way to move it here." He Yin'er did not forget the existence of the ghost street.

Xintaiping Ancient Town would never be perfect without Ghost Street.

Although the ghost street reveals the weirdness and horror, it is an integral part of Taiping Ancient Town.

520 chapters seven will wake up dream

Time flies and another month has passed.

Half a year has passed since Yang Jian sank into the pool of blood.

This time is not too long for ordinary people, but for the supernatural circle, this half year has almost buried a generation, let alone Yang Jian, even the headquarters is rarely mentioned, only know that there are Such a backward department is still struggling to find ways to deal with supernatural events.

However, during this period, He Yuelian still performed her duties very well, and she kept guarding Yang Jian's corpse in the blood pool.

Although she has never had a dream since then, nor has she received any information about Yang Jian, but she still dare not test whether Yang Jian is dead or not.

Because she has no capital to try and make mistakes, as long as she takes a wrong step, what awaits her is death.

"Maybe he is already dead." He Yuelian thought of this more than once.

But every time she quickly dispelled this conjecture.

tonight.

Several people broke into this blocked area. They were not ordinary people, but a new generation of ghost masters.

Ignorance gave them the courage to break into here.

"We came here for only one purpose, to find the coffin nail that Yang Jian left here. As long as we get that supernatural item, we can fight against any ghost, including other ghost masters of course. If we succeed, we will You can survive from the dead and find a way to survive.”

His name is Wang Zhuo, he is a man in his 20s, young and hard-working, an accident made him a ghost master.

It's just that the life of ghost masters in this era is not easy.

While facing the awakening of the ghost, he has to constantly fight against the ghost, looking for a ghost suitable for control so as to extend his life.

But it is not easy to become a ghost master by accident, and it is even more difficult to try to control a second ghost.

But after taking this path, there is no choice.

So there are three people who are willing to accompany Wang Zhuo to Dachang City to gamble.

"That Yang Jian must be dead. He has disappeared for half a year. The spiritual circle has never heard of someone who can come back to life after being silent for half a year, even if he was the former captain. So now we only need to worry. There is no one guarding it." A fellow ghost master beside him said in a low voice.

"It is said that there are guards, but that news was a long time ago. It is still unknown whether the guards are there or not. There are not a few people in the supernatural circle staring at this piece of meat. It's just that there is a lack of a pioneer. The so-called bravery The timid ones who starve to death, today we are the pioneers, get rich or die.”

"Dead? I don't think so. It's a big deal to fight with the watchman. The four of us join forces. We may not be able to kill the watchman and receive the inheritance of Yang Jian. You must know that Li Yang, the person in charge of Dachang City, has disappeared for several days. , the current person in charge is that Tong Qian. Obviously, the previous batch of ghost masters could not stand it anymore and almost died. If Tong Qian left, I don’t know how many ghost masters would rush out to take Dachang City." Another colleague said with a sneer.

"Be quiet, the blood pool is ahead." Wang Zhuo said in a deep voice at the moment.

Several companions immediately kept quiet.

At this moment, the surrounding environment has become a little weird, and the surrounding ground is actually scorched black, as if it had been burned by fire.

Even after half a year, when they walked into this place, they still felt that the air was a little hot, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Look, isn't the spear standing there the same as Yang Jian's supernatural weapon?" Suddenly, a person pointed and said not far away.

The red spear stood in the depths of the soil, looking like new for a long time.

"It is rumored that Yang Jian's coffin nail was embedded in the tail of the spear by him. As long as he pulls out the spear, he can take the coffin nail buried in the soil smoothly." Wang Zhuo stared at the nail. Red spear.

At night, the red spear is still so bright and eye-catching.

"After such a long time, I thought that Yang Jian's supernatural weapon had already been taken away by the person in charge of Dachang City, Li Yang, and we might be in vain this time, but now it seems that God is still very kind to us. "The person next to him got a little excited.

"Be careful, let's lean over." Wang Zhuo motioned to the three companions, and then slowly approached the spear.

Everything went smoothly, and the process of approaching did not encounter any danger, nor did it encounter any spiritual attacks.

However, the group is still full of vigilance. They understand that there must be danger here, but it has not yet appeared.

"It's very close."

Looking at the red spear that seemed so close at hand, Wang Zhuo couldn't help but get a little excited.

It's just that their eyes were all attracted by the supernatural weapon, and they didn't see that they were getting closer to the deliberately drawn warning line on the ground.

That's not just a warning line, but a life-and-death line.