Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 117 Youth
Yang Jian looked at the photo in his hand, and there was something strange in his eyes. Only now did he understand why Lin Qian chose to let the headquarters give him a ghost. It turned out to be because of this.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help but frowned. He couldn't understand why Lin Qian said that the ghost painting would be taken away by the treacherous bride. How terrifying is this ghost?
Looking at Lin Qian who was smoking, Yang Jian asked:

"Will the ghost painting be taken away? Why did this happen? Could it be that the treacherous bride is more terrifying than the ghost painting?"

Lin Qian turned the steering wheel in his hand, turned around an intersection, stretched out his hand, Yang Jian handed over a cigarette, Lin Qian held it in his mouth, took the lighter, and lit the cigarette.

The smoke filled the car, Lin Qian opened the window, waved his hand to disperse the smoke, looked at the retreating street, Lin Qian shook his head and said to Yang Jian:
"Sometimes, the horror of a ghost cannot determine everything."

Lin Qian turned to look at Yang Jian:

"I've seen the ghost you control, is your ghost still missing a head?"

Yang Jian heard Lin Qian suddenly mentioning the headless ghost. Although he was a little puzzled, he still nodded:
"Well, it's missing a head. When this ghost was imprisoned, it was like this. According to you, this ghost still has a head outside?"

Lin Qian stretched out his hand out of the window to flick the cigarette ash, nodded and said:

"There is indeed another head outside. If I'm not mistaken, your ghost's head left right under your nose."

Hearing Lin Qian's conjecture, Yang Jian's pupils shrank sharply and his brows frowned:
"How could it be? We had already confirmed at that time that there were only headless ghosts in the mall, and there were no other ghosts."

Hearing what Yang Jian said, Lin Qian smiled and thought to himself:

"I don't know if there is any? I have read the book anyway, and the head of the headless ghost left with that Master Luo."

Thinking about it this way, Lin Qian wouldn't say it. When Yang Jian got the headless ghost, he was not there. If he said it like this, Yang Jian might suspect that he was possessed by a human skin.

"Let's not talk about whether there are ghosts in the mall. It's meaningless to say it. It's just my guess. After all, I'm not there."

When Yang Jian heard Lin Qian's words, his brows furrowed even deeper, and his eyes flickered:

"Lin Qian should know something, otherwise he wouldn't be so sure that the headless ghost has another head outside, and even directly guessed that the head of the headless ghost appeared in that shopping mall."

Seeing Yang Jian's expression, Lin Qian rubbed his eyebrows, shook his head helplessly and said:
"Don't worry about it, let me talk about your headless ghost first."

Seeing what Lin Qian said, Yang Jian frowned a little, not thinking about it, and listened to Lin Qian quietly.

Lin Qian flicked the cigarette ash and continued:

"Your current ghost image already has five ghost eyes on its body. You sent it out when you were controlling this ghost in Huanggang Village, right?"

Yang Jian nodded:

"Well, that's right."

"So is the horror of the headless ghost now much more terrifying than the head of the headless ghost?"

Yang Jian nodded again, his face was still a bit puzzled, he seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't be sure:

"That's right."

Hearing Yang Jian's answer, Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian:
"If you encounter the head of the headless ghost before you kill the headless ghost, do you think it is you who drive it to make up the ghost, or does it take your headless ghost and then fill up the ghost?"

After hearing Lin Qian's words, Yang Jian's pupils shrank sharply, and he turned to look at Lin Qian. Thinking of the ghost painting that Lin Qian said before would be taken away, he immediately understood:
"Ghost paintings are the spooky puzzle of the cunning bride, so after you meet the cunning bride, if your supernatural level is not high enough, your ghost paintings will be taken away!"

Lin Qian nodded, and a haze flashed in his eyes:
"The ghost painting is indeed a jigsaw puzzle for the cunning bride. The woman in the ghost painting is the cunning bride. Logically speaking, I am indeed right. If I meet the cunning bride now, [-]% of the time I will end the game."

"That's why the Deceitful Bride is a natural disaster for me. There is no way to face it directly. That's why I need two coffin nails to prevent the worst outcome."

Having said that, Lin Qian smiled and looked at Yang Jian:

"So you now know why a coffin was not given to you."

Hearing Lin Qian's explanation, Yang Jian nodded. He really understands now, and he also knows that Lin Qian definitely needs coffin nails now. Looking at Lin Qian who looked a little lazy, Yang Jian suddenly asked curiously:
"How did you meet Ghost Painting?"

Hearing Yang Jian's question, Lin Qian frowned, feeling a little melancholy:
"On a sunny morning, I woke up from my sleep. After waking up, I planned to go to school, and then just walked into the living room, I saw a ghost painting hanging on the door, and then I entered the ghost painting."

Hearing Lin Qian's answer, Yang Jian fell silent, turned his head and looked out the window, opened the car window, lit a cigarette, and started smoking. After a long time, Yang Jian uttered a sentence:

"Your luck is much "better" than mine..."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Lin Qian's face darkened immediately:
"You have the nerve to tell me, didn't you also encounter a ghost knocking on the door at school? Compared with luck, aren't we the same?"

Yang Jian shook his head and said:

"No, it's different. Strictly speaking, I caused the ghost knocking on the door. I triggered the killing pattern of the knocking ghost. That's why the ghost knocking on the door happened."

"But you are different. I can be sure that you have never seen a ghost painting. How could you, who has never seen a ghost painting, trigger the killing law of a ghost painting? How could a ghost painting appear on your door?"

"So, your luck is better than mine..."

Lin Qian: "..."

"Yang Jian, it's not good for you to gloat like this...": Lin Qian said quietly.

Yang Jian exhaled a puff of smoke, brushed Lin Qian aside, did not speak, but thought in his heart:

"Lin Qian's luck is really good. He was involved in the ghost painting for no reason. Compared with me, it's not good. The luck is really bad. It's just that a ghost knocked on the door in an A-level supernatural event. It's not as good as Lin Qian's. Good luck, I directly experienced the S-level supernatural event ghost painting at the beginning..."

Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian's gloating look, and was speechless for a while, mother, is this the legendary bad friend?Sure enough, enough damage...

Throwing the cigarette butt in his hand out of the window, the golden sun fell on his face, feeling warm. After passing an intersection, Lin Qian saw a young man leaning on a telephone pole with his arms crossed, with an extremely arrogant expression.

From far away, one could feel a breath of Zhong Er rushing towards his face. Seeing this young man, the corners of Lin Qian's mouth twitched:
"Why did this guy come to Dachang City?"

Yang Jian also saw this young man, and when he heard Lin Qian's words, he couldn't help being a little puzzled:
"you recognize?"

Lin Qian frowned:
"Well, I know him. He's a guy in the late stage of secondary illness, but even though he's secondary, he's quite capable. I really can't beat him without any means."

Hearing Lin Qian say this, Yang Jian was a little stunned:
"Just him? Is he that strong?"

(End of this chapter)