Mysterious recovery

They looked up at the figure in the golden light. There was no fear in their eyes, only awe of the unknown and extraordinary. This kind of awe seemed to have been engraved in everyone's blood and bones, making people kneel down involuntarily.

"Is this... God?"

He Feng was muttering to himself at this moment, he never dreamed that one day he would actually call out a god from a fairy tale.

The appearance of this scene even made him forget the danger behind him.

Although the dense fog has disappeared, in the room, there is still a cold, decayed, terrifying ghost covered in mud, but at this moment, He Feng seems to have seen that blurred and mysterious figure in the sky looking in this direction looked over.

Those eyes were calm and majestic, as if examining himself, and at the same time glanced at the menacing ghost in the room.

With just one glance, the specter, which made many people in the city fall into despair, burst into flames all over. The flame was the same as the red candle in the hand of the mysterious woman named Wang Shanshan before. uncoordinated.

The weird flame burned bigger and bigger, directly igniting the whole house.

He Feng was shocked for a moment, he subconsciously wanted to escape from the burning room.

But soon he discovered that the fire was not hot at all, without even a trace of temperature, and he could even feel the coolness, but this fire had a fatal effect on the ghost behind him.

He Feng could clearly see the horrible corpse behind him being burned and making strange screams, his body began to turn black, and finally, under the wrap of the flames, the terrifying ghost began to move from the reality little by little. The world strips away.

"what is that……"

He Feng opened his eyes wide at this moment. He saw a huge city looming in the flames. The city was burning, and there were many strange figures wandering in it in pain, receiving the scorching fire all the time. He could even vaguely hear the miserable screams coming from that city.

The terrifying figure in the room was finally pulled into the burning city, where it mixed with countless strange figures.

Then the flames began to go out slowly, and the burning city gradually became blurred.

"Is this the ghost that was thrown into hell?" He Feng trembled all over, and there were many records of ghost stories in his mind.

"Hiss." Then he felt his hands burn.

The scarlet ax was burned red by the flames, and it even felt very hot, and it was impossible to hold it in my hand.

As soon as the ax fell to the ground, it disappeared before the eyes along with the rapidly extinguishing fire.

Seeing this, He Feng probably understood in his heart that this is the figure in the sky that does not allow this kind of thing to exist in the world, and wants to deprive it from the hands of ordinary people.

But what he doesn't know is that any supernatural weapon is essentially a ghost, and there is a possibility of losing control one day. If left alone, it is very likely that supernatural events will also occur.

It's not just that such a miraculous scene happened here.

In Guanjiang Community.

That strange figure with a curvaceous figure, cold body, and thick black hair was also glowing at the moment. Although the female corpse that had been dead for many years was still struggling, it was of no avail. In the end, it disappeared into the real world little by little. Into a world submerged in the bloody lake.

The golden light is still shrouding, and the figure in the sky is still examining the world.

Any hidden ghosts cannot escape the prying eyes of that eye.

All potential hazards inspected will be addressed.

And the scene that happened here is being spread to the whole world in the shortest time, and more and more people know what is happening in Dachang City, and such a major event happened suddenly, and some people have been silent for decades. Things are also beginning to emerge quietly at this moment.

Inside a hospital in Dachang City.

A nurse next to the hospital bed was also looking at the sky outside the window in shock at the moment, and she said excitedly: "So there is really a god in this world."

But on the hospital bed beside him, a gray-haired old woman in her early eighties was staring out of the window in a daze, and then said to herself: "People in this world cannot accept such a powerful ghost master, but But I can accept the existence of a god...Yang Jian, you are that god in my heart."

"After the death of our group of old people, no one will know your past. People in the new era will only remember that there was once a god in this world who manifested in the world."

"I'm sorry, but I took the liberty to change your name to Yang Jian, because I couldn't think of a more suitable name for you at the time."

"Unfortunately, I can't continue to accompany you on the journey. I have seen with my own eyes that you have completely ended this supernatural age. You should find someone who can handle things better than me."

"I'm tired and want to rest for a while."

The old lady on the hospital bed seemed to be returning to the light at this moment, and she was no longer demented. Her eyes were bright and clear, and she kept looking at the figure in the golden light outside the window.

But soon, the light in the old man's eyes gradually dimmed, and his heavy eyelids were slowly closed.

But in a trance, the old man saw a familiar figure standing beside the hospital bed, looking at him calmly.

That figure was so familiar, young and immature, still holding the red spear in his hand.

"Liu Xiaoyu, record the new supernatural event and create a file."

"Liu Xiaoyu, come up for a meeting."

"Liu Xiaoyu, help me look up this person's information."

"Liu Xiaoyu..."

In the old man's mind, the familiar voice vaguely echoed.

She really wanted to go back to that time.

60 years is too bitter.

A stream of tears slowly fell from the corner of the old man's closed eyes, and then he never woke up again.

A gust of wind blows.

The figure next to the old man's hospital bed also disappeared.

The nurse beside him was attracted by the strange scene outside the window, and didn't even notice what was happening around him, nor did he hear the old man's final murmur.

It was not until the alarm sounded from the instrument that the nurse who was in a daze was awakened.

now.

In the Guanjiang community, in that unremarkable small temple.

In the temple, Wang Shanshan, Jiang Yan, and Zhang Wenwen all saw the strange scene in the sky outside.

"He's back." Jiang Yan burst into tears at the moment.

After years of waiting, this day has finally come to fruition.

She herself doesn't know how the past 60 years have passed, if she didn't rely on a belief, she would have wanted to die a long time ago.

Because during these 60 years she sent away too many, too many people, parents, relatives, friends, and even juniors...

"Yeah, he's back. He didn't lie. After 60 years, he really reappeared." Wang Shanshan had a smile on her face at this moment.

Although she looked only about thirty, she was the same age as Zhang Wei who was lying on the ground, and she was already eighty.

"Sister Wang, Aunt Jiang, my father seems to be dying soon." At this time, Zhang Wenwen's voice was anxious and flustered.

Uncle Zhang lying on the ground is still in a coma, and his condition is getting worse at this moment, his face is particularly ugly, his breathing is very weak, and even the old man's hands have gradually become cold.

"Awei will be fine, he won't watch Awei die like this." Wang Shanshan said with a glance.

"Yes, but my dad is dying." Zhang Wenwen was still anxious.

Jiang Yan said calmly: "Why panic, it is not difficult for him to reverse life and death. Now that he has just woken up, it will take some time to get used to it, so be patient and wait for a while."

Zhang Wenwen calmed down a little after hearing this, but he was still very anxious in his heart, after all, his father's safety was at stake now.

"60 years?"

In the sky shrouded in golden light, a cold murmur sounded beside the vague figure.

"I remember that in the end I fed everything to the ghost boy...Now, who am I? Is it a ghost boy with a living consciousness, or Yang Jian who survived successfully, or was born in between, Became a brand new existence... Yang Jian."

"I was awakened in the name of Yang Jian, which means that the real me has abandoned the names of Guitong and Yang Jian, replaced them, and become a brand new existence, so I have a new identity, a new name."

"But I prefer to walk in the world in the name of Yang Jian, manifest and save people in the name of Yang Jian."

This figure standing in the sky was confirming its own existence and thinking at the same time.

In the end, choose to bear the name of Yang Jian and continue the past, or abandon the past and manifest in the world in the name of Yang Jian.

In the end, the figure decided to inherit both.

Because he doesn't need to rush to deny his identity, he will have enough time to make a choice in the days to come.

Or when people in this world have completely forgotten Yang Jian's name, maybe there is no need to choose, and they will naturally become that brand new existence.

After a thought.

The golden light all over the sky quickly dissipated along with the vague figure, until finally, the sky became bright again, and all abnormalities disappeared completely.

"Gone."

Countless people in Dachang City came back to their senses after seeing the miraculous disappearance for a long time.

But the city residents after waking up were extremely excited at this moment. They discussed and discussed with each other, and then news about the ghosts and gods manifested continued to spread wildly.

The first thousand and 560 chapters of the past and the new life

"he came."

In the small temple in Guanjiang Community, Wang Shanshan seemed to have a little sense, and her eyes immediately turned to the outside of the gate.

Zhang Wenwen and Jiang Yan immediately followed.

Outside the gate, a fair-skinned, young and immature man in his twenties strode towards here at the moment. He looked very ordinary, except for his aloof temperament, there was nothing special about him. .

"Is he Yang Jian? Why is he so young?" Zhang Wenwen looked a little surprised.

According to his guess, Yang Jian should be in the same era as Aunt Jiang and his grandfather, not to mention eighty now, at least seventy, how could he remain so young.

But soon he thought of Sister Wang again.

Sister Wang has remained young for decades, and basically hasn't changed much since he was a child, and this Yang Jian may be the same.

"Yang Jian." Jiang Yan's eyes were instantly moist, and tears could not stop flowing down.

All kinds of memories of the past began to continuously appear in her mind, until finally those precious memories filled her heart, and she seemed to return to the original time in a trance.

But when she stretched out her hand and saw her wrinkled arms, Jiang Yan woke up immediately.

I am already very old, in my 80s.

If it weren't for the superior life and proper cultivation these years, she would never have lived to this day, and would have died like Zhang Liqin long ago.

"Jiang Yan, you are getting old." Yang Jian's voice sounded, calm as usual, revealing a bit of indifference.

With tears in her eyes, Jiang Yan touched her old face: "60 years have passed, how can you not be old? You are still the same as before, and you are still so young. I don't even have the face to stand in front of you like this."

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Yang Jian said.

"Fortunately, I finally waited for you. I have been really scared these past few years. I am afraid that one day I will not be able to hold on and die. I pray every night for my health and health, and I can last until today. You don't know , Over the years, I have seen many people die, some of them are younger than me, last month an old man in his 70s suddenly fell and died while walking, and I was watching at the time.”

Jiang Yan wiped away her tears, and started rambling like a child, because at this moment, she found her backbone again.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature. Compared with many people in that era, you are lucky."

Yang Jian said calmly, and then he looked at the old man lying on the ground: "Ah Wei looks very bad, he seems to be dying."

"Please, save my dad." Zhang Wenwen pleaded on his knees at this moment.

"It's not difficult."

Yang Jian stretched out his hand to grab it, and the red spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he whispered softly, like a god telling the truth.

"I said, the person in front of me will surely wake up."

The voice reverberated in the small temple. The moment he finished speaking, the unconscious Uncle Zhang suddenly opened his eyes and woke up in an instant, but his expression was still slightly painful, as if his body had suffered great torture .

"I said, the person in front of me is free from disasters and diseases."

After these words, Uncle Zhang, who was lying on the ground, trembled slightly, and then let out a long breath of relief. All the pain in his body was taken away in an instant, and he felt a burst of comfort in an instant.

"I said, the person in front of me is physically strong."

"I said, the person in front of me has sharp eyes and ears."

next moment.

Uncle Zhang's old and feeble hands and feet suddenly became strong and powerful. He no longer looked like a dying old man, but a strong and healthy young man. At the same time, his eyes became brighter and his hearing became normal. , There is no such thing as old eyes, dim eyes, and deafness.

"Your great grandpa is back."

At this moment, Uncle Zhang yelled angrily, turned over quickly and stood up, and the cane in his hand was thrown aside by him, and he didn't need it anymore.

Zhang Wenwen on the side was a little stunned at the moment.

This, how is this possible.

The father, who was still angry just now, suddenly became lively, as if he suddenly looked younger by dozens of years.

"Brother Legs, if you can talk, just say a few more words. Recently, my old waist is sore and weak, and I need to strengthen it." Uncle Zhang said bluntly.