Mysterious recovery

"I didn't expect you to have seen my file." Zhang Lei's pale and stiff face showed a bit of surprise.

"I have also encountered the ability to eat ghosts, but it's not human." Yang Jian said.

Zhang Lei nodded and said, "Is it the starving ghost incident in Dachang City? It is indeed a bit similar to me. Because of this, I want to ask you something."

"I don't have time today, let's do it tomorrow." Yang Jian neither refused nor agreed, but chose to procrastinate.

"Well, I'll come to visit you tomorrow. I was bothering you just now." Zhang Lei's stiff smile twitched twice before reluctantly putting it away, and then turned to leave.

Yang Jian's expression changed: "Can't even control his expression? It's like a completely stiff corpse. His condition is very bad."

Ghost eater?

Only hungry ghosts can eat ghosts, and human skin paper can swallow ghosts.

As a ghost master, why can Zhang Lei eat ghosts?Do you really think that ghosts are a dish, and you can eat it if you want?Even if a ghost master randomly puts ghosts into his body, what he brings is definitely not as simple as controlling two ghosts or three ghosts, but immediate death.

Although the file did not mention Zhang Lei's ability to eat ghosts, it did not affect Yang Jian's judgment.

There are only two possibilities, either Li Gui deliberately kept him alive, like Zhao Kaiming intentionally collected Li Gui, only to brew a more terrifying existence in the end.

Or... the ability is indeed powerful, but it takes a few times to revive the ghost.

No matter what the situation is, you shouldn't have too much contact with this Zhang Lei, because there is no benefit, it will only cause trouble.

"He is still polite to me, is it because I have imprisoned a starving ghost who also has the ability to eat ghosts?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "He is afraid of me, and he wants to find a solution to the recovery of ghosts from me."

"It seems that there is more than one person with the same disease."

Then he thought of his own situation.

There are also potential problems, and the same is constantly approaching the edge of death.

Only God knows how many ghost masters will survive in the end.

After closing the door, Yang Jian decided to deal with the Wande Road matter first.

He still had the information he wanted in his mouth.

Chapter 416 Clues left behind

"Speaking of this bottle, no, it should be a soul bottle. Speaking of this soul bottle, I have to start with a friend I know. It was about three days ago..."

Wan Delu sat on the sofa and was silent for a while. After sorting out his thoughts and calming down, he began to talk about the origin of that special bottle.

Yang Jian sat aside and listened with a calm expression.

But then he remembered something, waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, I almost forgot one thing."

Wan Delu stared at him in a daze.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes opened strangely at this moment, and he glanced around the presidential suite. When he closed his ghost eyes, there was a pile of various electronic components on the coffee table in front of him. .

"Liu Xiaoyu reminded me before that even my computer at the headquarters will be invaded, not to mention that now that I have come to Dajing City and have been arranged to rest in a special place, some means of monitoring are inevitable. Talking here, I guess There are no secrets."

He shook his head slightly.

These monitors are placed in a particularly secret place, if you don't use the ghost domain to scan around, you can't find it at all.

"Is this a monitor?" Wan Delu opened his eyes wide: "This is too much."

"Don't mention this, you continue to talk." Yang Jian said.

Wan Delu nodded, and then explained his experience three days ago in detail.

The specific process is not too complicated. He has become obsessed with antique endings in recent years, so he also met a friend who bought antiques.

Three days ago, Wan Delu and his friend went to an antique street in a town, because his friend got the news that a batch of antiques suddenly appeared on the antique street in that town, and they were all rare and authentic, so this It aroused his interest and made him go to buy it specially.

"So you bought this thing in an antique street?" Yang Jian pointed to the bottle.

"That's right, that's right, I spent 3 yuan on this bottle, and other antiques are more expensive, some are 20, some are [-]..." Wan Delu nodded.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Can you find out the origin of this bottle? I need to know the specific origin of it before it was sold."

Wan Delu said: "Actually, I also asked my friend to inquire about this. According to a boss on the antique street, the batch of antiques came from a nearby village, and it was said that people from a certain village discovered it after demolition of their ancestral house. I bought a batch of antiques buried in the ground, and because of lack of money, I sold them on the antique street in the town."

"My friend and I came later, and missed the best buying opportunity, so we had to pay a high price to buy it from those buyers."

Yang Jian knocked on the tea table and said, "I need information about those antiques, especially bottles, jars and other antiques with covers. If there are any, you can ask your friend to buy them all. Money is not a problem."

"How can such a small amount of money be used to pay for it? I will call my friend and ask him to make another trip and buy all the eligible antiques on the entire antique street." Wan Delu patted chest, with a somewhat confident smile.

As the boss of a listed company, he still has some capital.

And now it's not a matter of being stingy with money. If there is no one to explain this matter, he probably will be in trouble for his life.

"After you find an antique, you don't need to send it to me to show it. You can smash it immediately without opening the bottle cap."

Yang Jian pointed to the bottle beside him and said, "If there is a layer of gold inside, that's what I'm looking for. This special bottle is unique and easy to identify, and you know exactly what's inside."

"Understood, understood." The cold sweat on Wan Delu's head could not help but break out.

Such a big incident happened in just one soul bottle. If there were more of those bottles, something big would happen to the town.

God knows if a few ignorant people will open the bottle and release the ghost inside.

Immediately, he picked up the phone and hurriedly contacted his antique friend.

"From this situation, it should be the ghost that was restricted by the ghost master in the past, but now it is dug out by some ignorant people and sold as an antique. This is really dramatic. The ghost master who imprisoned this ghost should have I have considered this a long time ago, so I hid the bottle made of gold in a pottery bottle."

"I thought this dark bottle would not attract attention, but I never thought it would be dug up and sold by later generations."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly, feeling that the ghost master didn't think long enough.

But you can't blame them, after all, it's pretty good to be able to do this.

If it were Yang Jian himself, if he died now, the ghosts in those rooms on the fifth floor of his house would probably be discovered as well.

Can this be blamed on the current self for not dealing with it?

No.

Because the death of the ghost master may be sudden, no one can prepare for the funeral in advance, and it is quite good to find a basement to hide these dangerous things.

As for those ghost masters who can calmly prepare for the funeral, there is only one kind.

That is the peak existence that has overcome the recovery of the ghost and has walked the road of controlling the ghost for a long time.

"In this way, the ghost driver who built this soul bottle and the owner of the ancient house in the Republic of China in Guanjiang Community should be from the same era, and judging from these layouts, the owner of the ancient house in the Republic of China should be far from terrifying. surpassed the owner of this soul bottle."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

The reason why he judged this way is because it can be seen from the things left by the two.

The owner of the soul bottle just locked the ghost in a gold bottle, which is similar to Yang Jian now, and also consistent with the current mainstream practice.

But the owner of the old house in the Republic of China suspected that he had locked the ghost in the ghost mirror.

Yang Jian had suspected before that the owner of the ancient house in the Republic of China left a ghost mirror and a ghost cabinet, why didn't he leave other imprisoned ghosts?

Now Yang Jian is more and more sure.

The owner of the ancient house in the Republic of China must have locked the ghost in the ghost mirror.

Use ghosts to limit ghosts.

This method is obviously more clever.

Thinking of the densely packed ghosts in the ghost mirror, Yang Jian felt shuddering.

If this is the case, one can imagine how terrifying the owner of that ancient house was.

However, Yang Jian felt an inexplicable bitterness afterwards.

This kind of top person left behind only a dilapidated old house, and had to prepare three rooms for future generations to place ghost mirrors, ghost cabinets... in case the ghosts revived in the future.

It can be seen that such top ghost masters are finally defeated in front of ghosts.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help but see his future ending.

as it is now.

The ghost's instinct has already begun to affect his thinking. If the situation does not improve, although he will not die from the ghost's recovery, his thinking will become the instinct of the ghost.

Without thoughts, are you still yourself?

It's just a ghost walking in the city.

At this moment, Wan Delu was on the phone with his friend, and shouted loudly: "I don't care what method you use or how much money you spend, I will buy all the antiques that meet the requirements on that street, remember Living is all, and the key point is to find out which village’s ancestral house is being demolished.”

"Especially the antiques of that old house, which are the focus of the acquisition. Whether it's 100 million or 1000 million, I have to get [-] million."

"Exaggeration? This is not an exaggeration at all. Now my life depends on those bottles and cans. If I can't find me, I will be finished. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly after this matter is done."

"One more thing to remember, don't open those bottles, store them after you find them, and I will send someone to receive them."

"That's it, I'll hang up first, what? I wasn't kidnapped, I'm fine in Dajing City now, remember, don't open those bottles, there's no reason, unless you want to die."

After talking for a while, Wan Delu hung up the phone after thousands of instructions.

"Brother Legs, I have already made arrangements, and the results will be available in about ten days."

"Very good." Yang Jian nodded; "I'll make sure you're fine after this matter is over."

He didn't want to use the channels of the headquarters to accomplish his goals, otherwise he wouldn't need to buy them. He would just block the streets and conduct door-to-door investigations. It would definitely not be difficult to find the source.

"That's what it should be. After all, it's thanks to Brother Leg who saved me this time." Wan Delu said with a sneer.

Yang Jian said again; "During this period of time, you can be active in Dajing City, but you are not allowed to leave. The rules still have to be followed. Don't try to escape. Don't say that Chen Yi will not let you go, and neither will I. I will let you go."

"Understood, understood." Wan Delu nodded hastily.

How dare he run.

If he runs away, he will probably become a wanted criminal across the country, and he will definitely be shot after being caught.

"That's all for today, I'm going to rest, you can do what you want." Yang Jian stood up, ready to go back to the room to rest.

Although he doesn't need to sleep and can stay awake for a long time, but considering that the next period of time will be very busy, it is better to keep a little more energy.

Chapter 417 The Gunshots at Night

night.

The night scene outside Dajing City is bright.

Although Yang Jian was resting, he didn't dare to really fall asleep. Although this is Dajing City, he still felt that he had to stay awake.

The lights in the room are all off and it is slightly dark.

Yang Jian sat on the sofa, propped his head slightly, opened his eyes slightly, and looked down at the charming night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in front of him.

very beautiful.

Also very quiet.

This made him feel relaxed and at ease, because the hustle and bustle outside told him that this place was safe and there were no supernatural events happening.

So I don't know when it started, Yang Jian likes lively scenes, but he doesn't want to be a part of them, because he is already a different kind, he rejects the public, and of course the public will reject him.

It's good to watch from afar, think calmly, and hide in the dark.

Yang Jian, who was sitting there quietly, took a nap like a lone wolf.

The light of the neon lights outside shone through the room, and a black shadow appeared very clearly in the room.

This shadow stretched very long behind Yang Jian, and it was reflected strangely on the wall behind.

Even if the light outside disappeared, the shadow was still there, and no matter how you looked at it, the shadow was always missing a head, resulting in a weird imperfection.

And under Yang Jian's flesh, there are strands of scarlet things dormant, exuding a faint red light, faintly appearing in the darkness through the flesh.

It was as if there were nine red spots branded on his body, lingering, like a curse from an evil spirit, accompanying his whole body.

In controlling the two ghosts, he has actually reached his limit.

Ghost Eye is on the verge of recovery, and Headless Ghost Shadow has also fully recovered, but it is currently dead.

But the ghost instinct is still there.

Once instinct overcomes his own consciousness, that is the moment when Yang Jian completely becomes a ghost.

The quiet time passed little by little, and Yang Jian, who was half asleep and half awake, seemed to feel that his life was slowly passing by.