Mysterious resurgence

A ghost controller during the Republic of China was suspected of reviving his lost consciousness with the help of a stick of incense and making him alive again.

Unimaginable.

This kind of resurrection is more difficult than resurrection in the traditional sense, because the resurrected person still needs to regain control of supernatural powers.

Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing.

No.

It should not be called Liu Qingqing now, but the consciousness of a strange ghost controller from the Republic of China.

It doesn't matter who this person is.

The important thing is that this person is a real figure in the Republic of China, and a figure in the supernatural circle during the Republic of China. The information and things he knows are probably unimaginable. The most important thing now is whether she is willing to reveal it.

"Who is that old man in the ancient house?" Yang Jian asked the first question directly.

Liu Qingqing smiled, with a slightly weird smile: "The people in my group are just like you now. Some are alive and some are dead. The living must stay in the supernatural place, and the dead must do their best. Be prepared, he is much better than me, but there are times when you can’t stand it anymore.”

"How to solve the problem of the ghost's recovery?" Yang Jian looked coldly and asked the most important question directly.

Liu Qingqing said: "It can't be solved. If this problem can be solved, we don't have to die. So I won't tell you how to control the ghosts. Every era has its own characteristics. Maybe people of your era can Find a way to be different than our lot.”

"Isn't there some of you alive till now?" Yang Jian frowned.

"You have survived until now." Liu Qingqing said.

"understood."

Yang Jian understood the meaning of Liu Qingqing's words.

In every era, there are always some ghost masters who can go very far. These roads cannot be copied. They are the result of the collision of death and luck. Even if they tell you the method, you can only listen to it as a story. That success cannot be copied.

Just like Mr. Qin, he was an alien when he was in his mother's womb. Can you learn this method?

Or maybe it's like Wang Chaling, who directly inherited the first or second generation of the Wang family who turned into a fierce ghost. There is no way to learn from this.

So Yang Jian no longer struggled with this issue, but continued to ask: "What is this place? It does not exist in reality. It must be reached by a supernatural bus."

"In words you can understand, this is a ghost land, isolated from reality, but eventually the balance will fail and reappear in reality. The supernatural bus is just a tool to shuttle between special areas." Liu Qingqing slowly said started to move around the house.

She touched her head.

The slightly dented area hit by the blood-stained wooden hammer was rapidly recovering at the moment.

soon.

Liu Qingqing's body became perfect again.

Seeing this, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, and he continued to ask: "Why are there ghosts in the world?"

Liu Qingqing was startled for a moment, and finally laughed, happily, covering her mouth as if she was watching a joke.

"Is this question funny?" Yang Jian frowned.

Liu Qingqing walked over. She was wearing red high-heeled shoes and slender legs. Her posture was elegant and revealed a kind of classical beauty. She walked up to Yang Jian and said with a smile: "Haven't you heard ghost stories? ?”

"I've heard of it, but it's all false." Yang Jian said.

"How do you know that those are all false? The stories are spreading, and the truth is hidden in them. And your level is too low now. It is not the time to think about this kind of problem. When you live for another three years, you can awaken the second The person who burns incense will tell you this problem." Liu Qingqing said.

Level too low?

As the top ghost controller, Yang Jian has controlled three powerful ghosts, become an alien, mastered the ability to restart himself, and possesses coffin nails and hatchets. Such capital would be evaluated as too low level.

"If you don't want to reveal information, then why do you need to communicate with me?" Yang Jian asked coldly.

He felt that it was not that the figures in the Republic of China were extinct, nor that there was no way to pass on information to future generations, but that this information seemed to have been buried intentionally.

If you really want to tell future generations some truth, there are ten thousand ways.

so.

What Wang Xiaoming said at the beginning was right. There is no point in pursuing the past.

Being buried in the past means that the past failed, and pursuing a failed era is just a waste of time moving forward.

"I woke up too early. I planned to go to a place to have a look, but he died, so I chose to stay in this ancient house, but I didn't expect you to open this room." Liu Qingqing said.

"Is there anything special about this room?" Yang Jian said, "I came here because of the ghost closet."

Liu Qingqing said: "This room is a ghost. To be precise, these red objects are the puzzle pieces of a ghost trying to revive."

"Is it just that?" Yang Jian stared at her with a somewhat skeptical attitude.

Does a ghost need to go to so much trouble to prepare so many objects to imprison it?

Coffin nails, gold utensils, or a coffin.

Anything like that is fine.

"At least that's the information I know. After all, I didn't build these things." Liu Qingqing said, as if she was only a participant, not the creator.

Yang Jian was silent at this moment.

He couldn't learn much useful information from the people of the Republic of China.

He was unable to find the source of the evil ghost, nor was he able to find a way to restrain the evil ghost from resurrecting. He even failed to unravel many supernatural secrets.

"What's on the fifth floor of the ghost post office?" Yang Jian had no choice but to give up on some far-reaching questions and directly asked some current issues.

Liu Qingqing laughed again: "There is a sixth floor above the fifth floor. That is the core of the post office, but only one person can enter the sixth floor. Moreover, the person who enters the sixth floor will not be able to do anything in his life. Leave the post office.”

"Why?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched.

This information is very useful.

"Because that person will control the post office. Is that an okay answer?"

Liu Qingqing said: "Your questions are getting more and more naive. You can discover many things by yourself. There is no point in asking me here. It's time for you to go out. The seven days in the ancient house are the tasks given to you by the post office. Complete it. Only then are you qualified to enter the fifth floor of the post office."

She seemed to have lost interest in answering, turned around and walked back into the room.

"What seems like a childish question to you, but to people like us, is a matter of life and death. There is indeed a reason why you died and were buried. With such a willful character, it is reasonable for you not to survive." Yang Jian He said coldly.

These words seemed to touch the people of the Republic of China.

She stopped and the air around her suddenly turned cold.

This is not an illusion, but a real coldness.

It was as if the evil ghost was resurrecting and supernatural power was invading the body.

Yang Jian's ghostly shadow swayed, resisting the influence of the surroundings. He stood with a cracked spear in his hand: "Are you angry? That's right. Since you have very little time left, why not just give me your memory? I can Live longer in this world, go further, and solve more supernatural incidents.”

He was not satisfied with the woman's answers.

So he wanted to do it himself.

Give it a try.

If he wins, he will inherit the memory of a top ghost controller during the Republic of China.

Lost.

Maybe he will be buried in this ancient house.

Very reckless.

But Yang Jian didn't think so, because he wasn't sure how long he would have to wait for the next opportunity after losing this opportunity.

Liu Qingqing turned around slowly: "How do you steal the memory of a living person from a ghost?"

"Sure enough, are you also a stranger?"

The impulse that Yang Jian had just had stopped instantly.

She was briefly awakened, but in fact she was still a ghost in nature, just because the power of the stick of incense helped her wake up briefly. Once this period of time passed, her consciousness would dissipate.

This point is inexplicably similar to Yang Jian.

If one day his ghost shadow revives, then his own consciousness will be suppressed and swallowed up by the ghost, but that consciousness has not disappeared. If he can still wake up through some means.

only.

The consciousness controlled by the ghost can no longer be stolen.

The collision between the supernatural and the supernatural will only lead to death.

Therefore, this Liu Qingqing is reminding Yang Jian. Even if she didn't fight back and let Yang Jian steal the memory, Yang Jian couldn't do it, and he might even let himself die because of it.

"My time is almost up."

Suddenly, Liu Qingqing spoke again. She raised her arm, but the originally white and flawless arm began to wither, spots appeared, and there were signs of decay.

The skin color on his body began to fade.

Even the cheongsam is not as bright as before.

The fragrance in the air began to appear along with a faint smell of corpse.

Apparently.

That stick of incense was beginning to lose its effectiveness, and soon she would become a ghost completely.

"It's time for you to go. I will handle it in this room before I lose control. This person will not die. She will live well, and I will give her a gift."

Liu Qingqing turned her head again. She slowly walked to the dressing table and sat down, ignoring Yang Jian's presence.

Seeing this, Yang Jian finally chose to give up.

He did not attack Liu Qingqing.

It has no meaning anymore.

If the memory cannot be stolen, there is no benefit in doing so.

This person is already on the verge of recovery. If he continues to stimulate him, I am afraid that the time for that stick of incense will continue to be shortened.

Then you won't be fighting against a human being, but a terrifying ghost.

But Yang Jian was unwilling to leave like this.

He looked around this festive yet weird room, as if he wanted to take something away.

I can't make this trip in vain.

"Take this thing away. If you encounter that ghost one day, it may be able to help you."

The cheongsam woman spoke again. She took something out of the drawer of the dresser and threw it away.

It's a jade bracelet.

The color of the jade is black, but it is bright inside, as if blood has penetrated into it.

The bracelet made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground, but it was not broken.

This is a supernatural item. No matter how fragile it looks, it will not be damaged as long as the supernatural power is still there.

"What's the use of this thing?" Yang Jian asked.

The woman no longer spoke, but softly hummed a ditty. It was a dramatic tune, very classical, with a bit of nostalgia and sadness.

Her black hair was falling out, and her bright cheongsam was getting dirty.

It seems like everything is aging and decaying rapidly.

But that was just a ghost image. The real Liu Qingqing was still sitting there with her eyes closed, motionless and not affected in any way.

It's just that only Yang Jian's ghost eyes can see all this clearly.

To ordinary people, Guanying and Liu Qingqing are the same person, there is no difference at all.

Yang Jian didn't speak, just picked up the red bracelet on the ground, then turned and left.

The situation is dire.

There was no need for him to argue with a person who was about to recover.

Before leaving, he even closed the door, but did not lock it. He wanted to take the lock with him.

"Yang Jian, we should meet again."

In the red room, a whisper echoed, with a hint of smile.

"The transaction mission of the ghost closet is completed. There is still a sixth floor of the post office. It seems that getting a red bracelet is not a loss." Yang Jian looked back.

He didn't dare go near that room again.

Because next time the door opens, it will no longer be Liu Qingqing inside, but a real ghost.

That room will become taboo, closed off to all human beings.

It no longer matters whether the door is locked or not.

So after there was no longer any value in staying here, he immediately returned the same way, bypassing the weird crowd and reaching the middle of the lobby.

"Captain Yang, are you back? What happened over there just now? Why is there no movement at all?" Zhou Deng still stood there, he asked slightly curiously.

But when he spoke, his eyes stayed on the red bracelet in Yang Jian's hand.

"No movement? It shouldn't be. I met Liu Qingqing there, but that was not the real Liu Qingqing. She was eroded by supernatural power. A consciousness that does not belong to her is talking to me. Didn't you hear it?" Yang Jian asked.

From such a close distance, everyone should be able to hear it.

However, not only Zhou Deng, but also several other people nearby also shook their heads to show that they did not hear.

Yang Jian's expression changed, and his ghostly eyes immediately looked toward the aisle again.

The previously locked room disappeared.

There was only one wall and no locked door.

"Disappeared? Did that woman from the Republic of China do it? She wanted to take everything away and then find a place to deal with her affairs." Yang Jian's eyes flickered as he speculated in his heart.

"It seems that Captain Yang has entered an unknown place, and the supernatural has interfered with everything, making it impossible for us to know the situation. In this case, Captain Yang, why don't you tell us?" Zhou Deng asked, keeping his eyes on Yang Jian's bracelet.

It seemed that he wanted to take this opportunity to inquire about the information, and then wait for an opportunity to find that place.

"It's nothing. Just think that I left for a while. Don't ask any more questions. The first seven letter delivery tasks this time have not been completed yet. The danger is still there. Don't be curious about other things." Yang Jian took a deep breath. , he withdrew his gaze.

Stop thinking about everything that happened before.

Just think of it as a bizarre experience.

The top priority is to stabilize today's situation.

After all, the transaction of the ghost closet and the task of delivering the letter are two different things, and they do not interfere with each other.

"If you don't tell me, you must want to eat alone." Zhou Deng muttered softly.