Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 85 The Secret Shop
"You are crazy!"

Luo Yan's kick was not light, and the middle-aged man immediately fell to the ground and shouted in pain, "This child belongs to an evil spirit, and he has evil power!"

The desperate woman was also stunned. She didn't expect her child to be saved by this man.

"Evil?" Luo Yan glanced at the child in his arms, then at the middle-aged man, and asked, "Are children of evil spirits evil?"

"Isn't it?" The middle-aged man refused to accept. This guy can easily defeat the evil spirit that can kill himself and others, but at this moment he actually took away the credit for killing the evil spirit's child.

Luo Yan said coldly: "No one is born with good and evil, even if he was born bathed in blood."

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Xue was stunned. She didn't expect this guy to say such a thing.

The woman was also stunned, and tears rolled down her face unconsciously.

Ignoring the middle-aged man, Luo Yan turned his head and looked at the tearful woman.

"Thank you, can I hug the baby?"

The woman already knew her next fate, she gave up struggling and made one last request to Luo Yan.

Luo Yan shook his head.

The woman's expression darkened, she fixed her eyes on the child, and said, "After I die, what do you plan to do with him?"

"As far as I know, there is not much difference between the children of evil spirits and humans except that they are stronger than the children of ordinary people." Luo Yan said.

"You mean..." The woman's eyes lit up.

Under Luo Yan's gaze, Jiang Xue hesitated for a long time, and promised: "He will live a good life."

It was said that the woman cried and laughed, but never took her eyes off the child.

It wasn't until the moment when she was completely covered by chains that she left her last words.

"Thank you."

Jiang Xue only saw the chains covering the woman, then the chains disappeared, and the woman also disappeared, and she was amazed.

"Is she dead?"

Luo Yan didn't answer. He looked at Jiang Xue and asked, "If I hand this child over to you, what would you do?"

Jiang Xue was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Send him to the orphanage, and then find someone to pay attention to his life?"

Luo Yan was noncommittal, and suddenly raised his head to look in one direction.

Behind him, everyone and everything were shattered, leaving only darkness and his figure.

He looked up into the air, his gaze became extraordinarily deep, as if he was staring at someone.

"What about you, do you also know where you belong?"

After the voice fell, all the pictures faded away, like flowers in a mirror and moon in water.

Xia Yuxi woke up suddenly with a lot of cold sweat on her forehead. If the artist hadn't helped her in time, she would have almost fallen to the ground.

No way, that guy just now...was he talking to me?

She was horrified, it was clearly just a memory, how could the other party stare at her!
However, there were not many people in this clip, and she didn't know much about it, and she didn't find any trace of Bai Mo.

and many more……

She was taken aback suddenly, and had a vague guess.

Could it be that the child of the so-called evil spirit is Bai Mo?

Lu Zhan noticed her strangeness, motioned her to keep calm, and then looked at Bai Mo's expression.

Seeing that the latter did not show any abnormalities, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Next, under the leadership of Lu Zhan, Bai Mo saw a pile of unrecognizable corpses as he wished, and soon returned disappointed.

These are not the corpses he lost, and it is said that there is no such feeling of hitting it off.

It wasn't until the white ink was sent away that Lu Zhan was really relieved, and the artist was even more so. He broke off the handcuffs and kept rubbing his shiny head.

This guy, the gravekeeper, really has something wrong from head to toe...

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after, in the interrogation room, Xia Yuxi told Lu Zhan and the others what she saw.

"What do you think?"

At this time, the artist exuded a cold aura, and turned to ask Lu Zhan what he thought.

"One thing is certain, the tomb keeper is not from our era...not even just from the era of the restricted area, he survived farther, farther into an era that we have not yet discovered."

The artist nodded solemnly, this discovery is not simple.

"Also, if that man is able to see her through his memory, as Xia Yuxi said, it can only show that that guy's ability is extremely weird."

"I also want to know this, but the question now is, why is there no shadow of himself in the memory of the tomb guard?"

"Maybe he is that child?" Xia Yuxi said.

"That's not necessarily the case." Lu Zhan shook his head. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I'm more curious about that man's identity."

The artist stared: "Do you know him?"

"I don't know." Lu Zhan shook his head, "But the gravekeeper once mentioned to me a guy who was impaled by chains, maybe it was him."

"The Reticent?"

The artist has read related reports and quickly reacted.

"It's still not certain. It can only be said that the current information is still too little. After the investigation, there are more mysteries."

The artist was silent, and it took a long while before he said: "The gravekeeper opened the abomination invitation, but he was not attacked—he may go to cover the beast mountain later."

"Hidden Beast Mountain?" Lu Zhan's expression changed slightly.

"Something seems to have changed in the content of the invitation to hate. I clearly saw S on it before, so I shouldn't be mistaken."

"Did S become D?" Lu Zhan understood what he meant, and said to himself, "But why is it the mountain of beasts again..."

"What are you going to do?"

"It's best to have someone keep an eye on the tomb guard. If there is any change in him, let someone go with him to the Mountain of Beasts."

"Is that so..." the artist touched the tattoo on his face and said, "Isn't it too risky for the grave guards to enter the restricted area?"

"But if we don't risk it, we don't want to know anything."

The artist seemed to just mention it casually, and he said calmly: "Well, it's not convenient for me to show up in front of the grave guards right now, and you will make arrangements for it later."

"I understand."

……

Night falls.

In a house shrouded in night, a figure knelt in front of a door full of weird symbols. He looked devout and motionless, as if waiting for a certain moment to come.

Gradually, the surrounding sounds disappeared, and the already dim lights in the room became dimmer. The man raised his head, and saw the clock on the wall, the hour and minute points to twelve o'clock at the same time.

I don’t know when it started, but there is such a legend in the city. At twelve o’clock in the middle of the night, when you kneel devoutly in front of the door painted with the advent symbol, it is possible to open the door and enter a mysterious shop.

The only thing this store sells is secrets.

The man took a deep breath, with a little expectation on his face, and pushed open the door full of symbols. The next moment, he quickly knew that this was not a fictional rumor.
Because he saw the dim light inside the door, which was a strange light that he had never seen before.

"welcome."

The sudden sound startled the man who was looking at everything inside the door. The sound was extremely unpleasant, as if his claws were scratching on the glass. He followed the sound and saw a figure with a blurred face. Appears to be a woman.

The man tried his best, but he couldn't see the figure clearly, but the strange thing was that even so, he could still feel the woman's gaze on him.

"Listen... I heard that you can buy any secret here..." The man seemed a little scared when he came to such a weird place for the first time. He hesitated for a while and said, "I want to get a secret..."

The woman seemed to be smiling: "We do sell all the secrets here, but you have to know that secrets are the most precious things in the world, and the more inaccessible a secret is, the more precious it is."

Her voice was hoarse and gloomy, and every time she spoke was a mental torture, the man resisted the discomfort and asked curiously, "Is the secret really that precious?"

"Of course, especially other people's secrets."

"That's good..." The man took a deep breath and said firmly, "I want a secret."

"Whose secret?"

"Mine."

"Own? Interesting..."

The figure seemed to have the ability to see through people's hearts, and his tone was a bit serious, "But I want to remind you, since it is selling secrets, you will naturally need to pay an equivalent reward."

As soon as the words fell, a row of shelves appeared in front of the man's eyes. He glanced at it, his face paled instantly, and he almost vomited out.

There are bloody mouths on the shelves, some are covered with stubble, some lips are covered with lipstick, the man even saw fresh blood flowing down the shelves to the ground, all the mouths seem to be torn alive The average down.

What's even more frightening is that those mouths are still opening and closing, as if they want to say something.

It's so weird.

The woman didn't care about his frightened appearance, she approached slowly, pointed to a mouth and said, "It will tell you the secret you need, let me check the price, um...it's not too expensive."

"So can you tell me, what kind of secret do you want to know?"

"Wait a minute, let me think... I don't have a very good memory recently, and I keep forgetting things."

The man touched the rose stud on his left ear and suddenly laughed, "So you can tell me..."

"Have I forgotten something lately?"

(End of this chapter)