Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 132 Evil Mirror Hell

In the old house, Zhou Wen pushed open the door, looked at everything in the room, swallowed, and felt a little beating in his heart for no reason. At this time, in the room, the candle was flickering, and it was clearly a white candle, but it was burning red, and the red candle light shrouded Living in this room, it is obviously white when viewed from the outside of the room.

In the center of the room, there is a fair-skinned bride wearing a wedding gown and a red hijab. Beside the bride stands a young man with dark skin. This is not a living person, but a A body that has been dead for an unknown period of time.

The candlelight flickered, and an illusory mirror stood in front of the bride and the young man. Two white waxes were burning on both sides. Through the mirror, Zhou Wen could clearly see the young man's face.

Seeing this weird scene, Zhou Wen felt chills in his heart, his face was cloudy and uncertain:
"Is this what I want to send the letter to?"

Zhou Wen stared at the bride surrounded by red light, her body trembling a little, this bride is not alive at first glance, she looks like a ghost no matter how you look at it!

And this youth-like corpse, why does it get weirder the more you look at it?
Thinking that he was in the same room with a ghost or two ghosts, Zhou Wen felt cold and his face turned pale.

Looking at the motionless bride in the room, Zhou Wen gritted his teeth and looked at the time. It was already 11:59:
"Time is running out, the letter must be sent out as soon as possible, or we will all die!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Wen took out the letter from his pocket, looked at the bright red on the letter, Zhou Wen swallowed fear in his eyes, and without hesitation, took the letter and walked towards the bride, handing it to her while walking. to the bride.

The flickering candlelight, the red light enveloped the whole room, the illusory mirror, the beautiful bride, and the weird young man, all of which looked weird, but felt normal, as if it should be so.

Zhou Wen slowly approached the bride, and passed the letter in his hand. Zhou Wen looked at the letter getting closer and closer to the bride, and said that he was not afraid, but it was a lie. You must know that this is a ghost!

In the room flickering with red light, a blood-red letter slowly approached the bride until it touched the bride's wedding dress, and at the moment the letter touched the bride, the candlelight in the room changed instantly, directly from Red turned pale.

The blood-red letter spontaneously ignited without fire in an instant, and countless illusory hands stretched out from the originally illusory mirror abruptly, directly grabbing at the young man beside the bride.

It happened so suddenly, before Zhou Wen realized what was going on, the young man next to the bride was dragged into the mirror abruptly by those illusory hands. As the young man was dragged into the mirror, the originally illusory The mirror disappeared in place in an instant, and the two burning pewter suddenly went out, and the room was suddenly enveloped in darkness.

Zhou Wen stared blankly at all this, his mouth was wide open, unable to speak, the letter in his hand had been burned completely, turning into a speck of black ash and falling from Zhou Wen's raised hand.

Zhou Wen was stunned, he didn't know what happened, but he knew that he might be dying, because when the candlelight was extinguished, he clearly watched the beautiful bride move, and the bride's wedding dress was crazy Swaying, Zhou Wen knew that the bride might be angry, and she was furious.

This is just Zhou Wen's opinion of the bride. Of course, if the bride has feelings, she will definitely be furious.

Looking at the pitch-black darkness, Zhou Wen turned his head and ran away without saying a word. This is what Zhou Wen thought, before the bride killed himself, as long as he ran fast enough, he might be able to run away.

It's a pity that Zhou Wen's thoughts are beautiful, but the reality is cruel. Before Zhou Wen could take two steps, a coldness spread over him, directly making him freeze in place, and Zhou Wen's face suddenly turned gray. , eyes full of horror and disbelief:

"How come, the ghost on my body has been suppressed! Why can't I even resist!"

"Impossible! The ghost on my body is very scary. Even the ghost in the peach forest can't suppress my ghost. Why didn't this bride touch me? The ghost was suppressed!"

"No, it's impossible, it must be fake, it must be my hallucination!"

"Yes! It must be a hallucination. The bride must have caused me to hallucinate just now! There can't be such terrifying ghosts in this world!"

Zhou Wen's face was extremely distorted, his eyes were full of horror, and he kept repeating in his heart that this was an illusion, this was a fake, and such terrifying ghosts would never exist.

But in just an instant, the look in Zhou Wen's eyes began to dim, his body became cold, and the coldness completely enveloped Zhou Wen:
"So it's not a hallucination..."

This was Zhou Wen's last thought before he died. With a plop, Zhou Wen fell forward and fell straight on the ground, losing his vitality. In front of him, this kind of rubbish didn't even have a chance to struggle...

In the dark room, the treacherous bride walked past Zhou Wen's body and walked out of the room. As the bride walked out of the room, a dim yellow mud road appeared in front of her. The bride walked on the yellow mud road and slowly disappeared into the old house .

With the bride's departure, Zhou Wen's body began to rot in an instant, and it rotted into a pool of dust in an instant. The door of the room that was originally opened closed with a bang, and the old house returned to its previous quietness and peace, just like Things never happened the same.

But in front of the peach grove, Xia Qing and the others had disappeared, leaving a pile of burnt paper ashes in place, and dozens of twisted and rotten corpses lay crooked nearby.

A pitch-black figure stood quietly in front of the peach forest. His eyes were blood red, and his body was slightly distorted. A gust of wind blew by, and the peach forest began to sway. After a while, those twisted and rotting corpses began to stand up one by one from the ground, and then walked towards the peach forest.

At this moment, the old house and the peach forest have returned to their former tranquility, and it seems to be a good place for the elderly. Of course, if there are no strange things...

But it is a strange place, the surrounding is empty, a young man with a pale face and black skin is lying on the ground, the surrounding darkness is as deep as water, and the bottom cannot be seen at a glance, and the place where the eyes enter is darkness, as if there is no end.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and black shadows stood quietly in the darkness, as if they had merged into the darkness.

The body of the young man lying on the ground was covered with blue and black hands, and scratches appeared on the young man's body, strange and ominous.

In the silent space, there was no sound, no light, and there was only darkness. After an unknown amount of time, the young man who was lying motionless on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of dead, empty eyes turned slightly.

The moment the young man opened his eyes, the ghost hand that had grabbed the young man's body retracted instantly as if being burned by fire, and let go of the young man.

And at the moment when those ghost hands let go, the young man's bluish-black stiff hand instantly grabbed a hand that hadn't disappeared in time, and in just a split second, the ghost hand that was caught by the youth lost its action. Ability, stiffly grasped by the young man.

And the moment the ghost hand lost its ability to move, the ghost hand suddenly merged into the young man's body, and in less than a blink of an eye, the youth's hand began to change. From blue and black to pale, as if the ghosts complement each other, the ghost was regarded as a puzzle by the young man.

In the pitch-black space, the young man stood up slowly, his face was numb, his eyes were dead and empty, and he walked slowly into the darkness. The sound of footsteps sounded in the silence, which seemed particularly abrupt and discordant.

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the next day, early in the morning
Dachang City, in a conference room, today is the day when the headquarters held a meeting in Dachang City, so all the ghost masters who came to support Dachang City will come to participate. The purpose of this meeting is very simple, it is to tell about the S-class incident in Dachang City Supernatural, starving ghost incident.

Let these ghost masters encounter such a level of supernatural events in the future, so they are well prepared.

Originally, Lin Qian had promised to participate, but because of the imminent recovery of Ghost Painting, Lin Qian did not come to participate. Now, even if Lin Qian wanted to, he would not be able to participate. He is still soaking in ghost blood, and his life and death are uncertain.

In the conference room at this time, Li Jun stood beside Wang Xiaoming without saying a word. Cao Yanhua and Zhao Jianguo looked at the ghost master sitting in front of the conference table with calm faces, although these people were organized and undisciplined. It's a headache.

But at least they wouldn't start threatening the headquarters at the slightest disagreement with Lin Qian and Yang Jian, which made Cao Yanhua feel better.

The meeting room was quite noisy, the ghost masters were chatting with each other, some were discussing the starving ghost incident in Dachang City, some were discussing what to eat for lunch today, and some were even discussing when the meeting was over. Do you want to find some women or something.

Anyway, there is everything to talk about, and Xiong Wenwen, who is usually very mischievous, is sitting beside Wang Xiaoming with a sad face at this time, without saying a word. He feels that the only one who can protect him now is Professor Wang Xiaoming.

He knew that Lin Qian would come to attend this meeting later. If Lin Qian was still thinking about the ghost on him at that time, Xiong Wenwen felt that he might be very dangerous, so only Professor Wang Xiaoming could protect his life on the spot. .

As long as Professor Wang Xiaoming doesn't hand him over, he is safe. Of course Wang Xiaoming knows what this little kid is thinking, and he also knows that this little kid was very frightened by Lin Qian's previous request.

But that's good too, to save this little kid from being too naughty, if he didn't know that Lin Qian would show up later, according to this little kid's personality, he would have slapped the table and started scolding those ghost masters long ago.

At this time, there were still ghost masters coming in from outside the meeting room, including Yang Jian.

After Yang Jian entered the conference room, the originally noisy conference room suddenly fell silent, and they all looked at Yang Jian. Cao Yang, the trash, looked at Yang Jian, his eyes flickered:
"Is this the ghost-eyed detective Yang Jian who dealt with the starving ghost incident? He looks so young."

Because the headquarters did not announce the reason for Lin Qian's information, so the ghost masters present did not know that Lin Qian was there. Originally, Wang Xiaoming and the others planned to wait for Lin Qian to arrive, and it was announced that Lin Qian dealt with the starving ghost of.

Tong Qian looked at Yang Jian who was approaching with a complicated look on her face. She just glanced at Yang Jian and then looked away.

Xiong Wenwen looked at Yang Jian who was coming, and felt a little nervous. He raised his head and looked behind Yang Jian, and found that Lin Qian was not following Yang Jian. Xiong Wenwen was relieved.

As for Cao Yanhua and Wang Xiaoming, after seeing Yang Jian coming alone, their expressions changed a little, and there was only one thought in their hearts:
"Where's Lin Qian? Why didn't he come with Yang Jian? Or did Yang Jian come here first, and Lin Qian will arrive later?"

Seeing Yang Jian approaching, Wang Xiaoming's eyes flickered, and he followed Cao Yanhua and the others to Yang Jian's side. Cao Yanhua looked at the young man in front of him, and looked behind Yang Jian, and found that there was still no sign of Lin Qian. Can't help but have some doubts:

"Yang Jian, Lin Qian didn't come with you?"

Yang Jian brushed aside the ghost master in the meeting room, and didn't pay much attention:
"Lin Qian can't come anymore."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Cao Yanhua's expression changed slightly, Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian with a calm expression, pushed his glasses and said:

"What's the matter with him?"

"Well, Lin Qianli ghost is about to recover, and he went to solve the problem of ghost recovery, so he can't come to this meeting."

Hearing this, the expressions of Cao Yanhua and Zhao Jianguo changed, and even Li Jun, who was serious about his words and smiles, changed his expression more or less:
"Lin Qian Ligui is about to recover? Are you kidding me, people like Lin Qian will recover Ligui?"

This was Cao Yanhua's first reaction when he heard the news, but as he thought of a new question, looking at Yang Jian, Cao Yanhua directly asked:

"Lin Qian, is that ghost about to recover?"

Yang Jian looked at Cao Yanhua and shook his head:

"Minister Cao, you are asking this question, you are asking me, who should I ask?"

Cao Yanhua was stunned for a while, and it was also the reason after thinking about it carefully.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian, pushed his glasses, and a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes:
"It's the ghost painting that is about to recover. The chances of the starving ghost recovering are not high. After all, there is a high probability that the starving ghost has been killed by Lin Qian. It seems that Lin Qian's control of ghost painting has not reached a perfect level. Otherwise, according to the With Lin Qian's method, ghost paintings will not be revived."

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming knew what was going on:
"It seems that it is because of the Thriller Paradise that the ghost painting has been revived in advance, and the recovery time is definitely very short, otherwise Lin Qian would not even come to this meeting."

Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming with a calm face, smiled and said to Wang Xiaoming:
"Lin Qian said that as long as I tell the story of his ghost's recovery, Professor Wang will understand. It seems that Lin Qian is right."

As he said that, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and had a new understanding of the two people's minds in his heart.

After Cao Yanhua and Zhao Jianguo heard Yang Jian's words, they turned to look at Wang Xiaoming with curiosity on their faces:
"Professor Wang, do you know that Lin Qian is about to wake up?"

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian calmly, but did not answer this question:

"I went back and said, since Yang Jian is here, let's start the meeting. It doesn't matter if Lin Qian comes or not, as long as there is Yang Jian."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the conference table. Cao Yanhua looked at Wang Xiaoming who was walking to the conference table, and said nothing. He knew that Lin Qian’s affairs could not be discussed here. When they voluntarily speak out, it's better not to speak out casually, and they can't speak out about the starving ghost and ghost painting here, if they speak out, it may cause unnecessary trouble.

Yang Jian didn't care much about what Wang Xiaoming said. Anyway, he came here this time to take the blame for Lin Qian. Let's see when Lin Qian can't be satisfied.

(End of this chapter)