Mysterious resurgence

When Yang Jian left the dream world, he thought for a moment and did not return to the ghost post office or Dachang City. Instead, he rushed towards a special place in his memory.

Because that place is not only involved with Chen Qiaoyang, but also with Zhang Xianguang.

These ghost masters of the previous generation were all connected to the same place, and Yang Jian felt that he had to investigate.

soon.

Yang Jian came to Zhongjiang City, which is not far from Dahan City. This city is not very eye-catching. It is a very ordinary city. It is so ordinary that it is not mentioned even in the files of the headquarters, because this city has neither a person in charge nor a person in charge. There were no supernatural events, and many people subconsciously ignored them.

But there is a Chinese medicine shop located on a street in the old town of Zhongjiang City. This Chinese medicine shop has been around for a long time. It seems that this Chinese medicine shop has been opened here since the day this street appeared. Its existence is Many elderly residents have childhood memories.

It seems that if this street is missing this Chinese medicine shop, everything will become meaningless.

now.

At the entrance of the street, a young man with a pale face, cold temperament and sharp eyes stood there suddenly. His appearance seemed out of place with the surroundings, but it did not attract the attention of the residents passing nearby and was subconsciously ignored.

"This is it, a Chinese medicine shop, but it can cure supernatural resuscitation diseases. The ghost controller on the fifth floor of the ghost post office was also involved here." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and he looked along this street.

The old streets look out of place with the nearby modern high-rise buildings. The bluestone bricks, whose edges have been smoothed over time, bear witness to the development of the city.

The old Chinese medicine shop is located in the best location in the middle of the street.

Everything is old, but the signboard of the Chinese medicine shop is new, as if it had just been replaced not long ago.

"This place seems to be demolished soon." Yang Jian looked around.

A lot of the nearby old city has been demolished. According to this progress, within five years, this last old city will have to be demolished. By then, this street will also disappear with the changes in the city. All the truth and Stories will be buried.

This is the power of time. The general trend is inevitable and there is no way to stop it.

Yang Jian's arrival was a little late, but not too late. After all, this Chinese medicine shop is still there and has not disappeared.

Stepping on the cool bluestone, he walked into this old street.

Although this old street has been decorated and renovated many times, everyone can see that the life of this old street has come to an end, and now it is just showing its final glory.

There are mostly traditional old-fashioned snack bars on both sides of the street, and there are also some out of place milk tea shops.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, and most of those who occasionally pass by are some elderly people living nearby.

These old people have lived here since childhood, and they will come to this street to stroll around even when they have nothing to do.

Although few people patronize the Chinese medicine shop, they occasionally take a look when they pass by.

It's just that the Chinese medicine shop is cold, dim, and has no lights. It only relies on daylight to shine in. It's afternoon and there is not enough sunlight, so the Chinese medicine shop feels particularly eerie. Even children who play nearby will subconsciously avoid it. I opened this place and didn’t want to step in.

Yang Jian, who has been dealing with supernatural beings all year round, could tell at a glance that this Chinese medicine shop had a supernatural aura.

Ordinary people don't know, they just think this drug store is dark and cold.

In fact it is a supernatural influence.

Yang Jian stood at the door of the Chinese medicine shop and looked inside. An invisible force blocked him, preventing him from seeing everything inside clearly. He could only see some outlines.

"Don't you want to be investigated? But I'm not used to this place."

Yang Jian's eyes turned cold, and his ghost eyes opened without scruples.

moment.

The dim Chinese medicine shop was immediately illuminated by a beam of light, and all the darkness was swept away. At the same time, several oil lamps and candles in the medicine shop were lit simultaneously, but the flames dancing on them were not ordinary flames. But a light green will-o'-the-wisp.

"Young man, please take it easy and don't burn down my medicine shop."

At this time, a voice sounded, and from the back of the pharmacy, an old man who looked like an old Chinese medicine doctor walked out slowly with a cane.

Next to this old man was a woman in her thirties. She was a plump and graceful beauty, but because she had not seen the sun all year round, her skin was too fair and her temperament was a bit cold.

Yang Jian stared at the old man, only to find that he was wearing sunglasses, was blind, had age spots on his face, and was extremely thin. His whole person exuded a lifeless aura, and he could even vaguely smell some rot. The stench of corpses was masked by a stronger smell of Chinese medicine, making it impossible for anyone who was not careful to distinguish it.

"It's incredible that you can still be alive in a body like yours. Logically speaking, you should have been buried long ago."

"I can't see any light in my eyes, and I don't feel at ease even if I die, so I can only hold on." The old man said slowly.

"My name is Yang Jian, the law enforcement captain of the headquarters and the person in charge of Dachang City. I am here today because I stole the memories of several ghost masters who caused chaos and learned about the existence of such a place, but you have supernatural protection here. , others are prohibited from investigating, so I took this trip myself."

Yang Jian spoke, indicating his identity and purpose of coming.

"Captain of law enforcement? What a great name. Are you here to show off your authority or are you here to challenge the charges?"

Next to him, the mature woman in her thirties smiled softly, seemingly mockingly.

Yang Jian's eyes turned cold, and he stared at her and said, "You have to be clear, I came alone today. If I really want to come here to call for punishment, I will never come alone. Besides, who do you think you are? You are here to speak." Place? If it were placed outside, a person like this, who is neither human nor ghost, would have been stepped on by me immediately. "

"Everyone who came here to ask for medicine before was respectful and humble. You are the most arrogant I have ever seen. It is really annoying." The woman frowned.

Yang Jian did not speak to her, but just looked at the old man: "If you die, she will not live long. No wonder you have to hold on. Such a person with no eyesight will be killed soon."

The old man's mouth moved slightly and he actually laughed, but he didn't laugh. The wrinkled skin on the old man's face looked particularly eerie and weird.

"You have a good temper and a good ability. You are very good." After laughing silently for a while, he commented on Yang Jian.

The mature woman next to her suddenly changed her face and looked at Yang Jian with some surprise.

"He's right, Xiaoru. Even though he is young, he is the most powerful person who has walked into this drug store in these years. He also deserves the title of law enforcement captain. If nothing else, in this era, He is the one in charge, so you have to be polite and go get a cup of hot tea."

The old man then waved his hand and signaled the woman.

The face of the woman named Xiaoru suddenly changed slightly. She took a deep look at Yang Jian, her eyes lingered on the golden eye on his forehead for a while, then she responded, then turned and left.

"Sit down." The old man then sat on the chair and motioned to Yang Jian.

The armrests on the black Taishi chair are as smooth and shiny as if they were coated with starch.

Yang Jian stared at the Taishi chair: "I have seen such a chair. It was in the same position in an ancient house, but the person sitting at that time was not a person, but an old corpse. I later helped to bury it. .”

"Well, then I have to thank you for burying him." The old man said with emotion.

"You really know that old corpse." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

He understood it when he saw a chair like this.

This guy has something to do with the old corpse in that ancient house.

"I used to be friends with that guy."

The blind old man with a cane didn't hide anything, he just spoke slowly.

"What an unexpected harvest." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

The old man in front of him was actually a living ghost controller from the Republic of China, and he was also a top-notch being. He actually knew the old corpse in the ancient house.

You must know that among the batch of ghost controllers during the Republic of China, the last one was Mr. Qin. As a result, Mr. Qin couldn't hold on and was about to die, but the man in front of him was actually still alive.

Based on this calculation, the person in front of him must be at least one hundred and twenty years old, maybe even older.

It is obviously extraordinary to live to this point and still maintain consciousness without being eroded by the supernatural.

"It seems that you didn't come here to ask for medicine, but came with a problem. Fortunately, you came at the right time. If it had been later, you would probably have only seen one of my coffins."

The old man looked towards Yang Jian, but he was blind, so he didn't know if he could really see Yang Jian clearly.