Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 199 Post Office
The tailor shop in the west of the city is located in an old street. The surrounding streets are very lonely. On the mottled walls, there is a slogan from the previous era: "Learn from Comrade XX."

The font is very neat, but due to the age, the original color of the font has disappeared.

The nearby buildings are very old, and many of them are already dilapidated. For some reason, they have not been demolished.

A young man holding a black oil-paper umbrella walked through this historic street, crossed an alley, and came to a tailor's shop. The shop was small, the size of a private house.

The young man put away the oil-paper umbrella, pushed open the door of the tailor shop, and walked in. The tailor shop was very dark, as if there were no lights.

A piece of old, cold and ominous clothes hung on the hanger. The young man looked at the clothes, put the umbrella behind the door, and walked over to tidy up.

"I'm back, how did you get out this time?"

A somewhat old voice sounded from the tailor shop, asking about the young man.

"Well, the harvest this time is not bad, and I have seen some different things." Fang Chengshi replied honestly.

"That's good, what do you think of Yang Jian's junior?" the old man asked again.

Hearing Grandpa's question, Fang Chengshi stopped arranging his clothes, walked towards the back of the tailor's shop, lifted the black cloth, and Grandpa sat at the table drinking wine.

"Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City, is very powerful. He has his own ideas in handling supernatural events. He has a cold personality and is decisive in killing and punishing him. He is a very crazy guy. Following him is no less than learning from Lin Qian."

Hearing his grandson's evaluation of Yang Jian, the old man nodded and said:

"The evaluation is very good. It's just right. Yang Jian's junior is very good. If Lin Qian is not in front of him, he may become the strongest in this era."

"At least stronger than the third generation of Wang in Dadong City."

Fang Cheng began to nod his head. He always agreed with what his grandfather said:
"Indeed, the third generation of Wang in Dadong City is too timid and too afraid of death. I heard that he hasn't settled the affairs of his old house yet, and let a group of outsiders occupy the old house."

The old man took a sip of wine, shook his head and said:
"The stronger the strength, the more afraid of death. It's him, their family, who have been looking for a ghost with time to restart, but they haven't met one until now."

Hearing what Grandpa said, Fang Chengshi did not agree, and sat down opposite Grandpa:

"Grandpa, Lin Qian has left."

"Oh, what are you going to do after you leave?" the old man was a little surprised.

"I heard from him that he is going to control ghost paintings. I don't know the exact time. Let me be optimistic about Dajiang City." Fang Chengshi replied.

"So it's for this, is it to control ghost paintings? With this young ability, there is no problem, it just takes some time."

"However, Zhang Xianguang seems to be planning something recently. It seems that he intends to forcibly start his Arabian Nights plan. I don't know who can get the ghost painting, he or Lin Qian." The old man said slowly.

Hearing Grandpa's words, Fang Chengshi was startled:

"Grandpa, is Zhang Xianguang planning to start his plan?"

"Well, I heard from an old friend that Zhang Xianguang seemed to have taken some people to Guitian a few days ago. When they came back, there were only two of them. It seems that many people died."

"At the same time, the costumes and shrouds on Lin Qian's body were chopped off all the time. This should be Zhang Xianguang's knife, and at that time Lin Qian had a ghostly manifestation of a strange bride."

"Now that I think about it, Zhang Xianguang should have fought against the tricky bride. As for whether he succeeded, I don't know. As for why Zhang Xianguang's attack appeared on Lin Qian, I can't see it."

"This……"

Fang Chengshi was a little surprised, Zhang Xianguang and the others actually went to trouble the cunning bride, and all their attacks on the bride appeared on Lin Qian, which made him a little confused.

The old man looked at his grandson, shook his head and said:

"In the future, just look at it more. We don't need to get involved in Lin Qian and Zhang Xianguang's affairs. Their affairs are too involved. Many old guys who are still alive are watching."

"I just want to see who wins, but I have to say one thing, I'm still optimistic about Lin Qian, this young man. This guy has controlled a terrific ghost, and Zhang Xianguang can't kill him."

Fang Cheng began to nod his head, with a complicated expression on his face:

"I know grandpa."

"Well, you'll go to your Grandpa Du's later and get some wine. I'm out of wine here. Just take two clothes. He doesn't choose." The old man said slowly.

"Well, I can save it." Fang Chengshi nodded and said.

"Okay, let's go, and learn from the headquarters. Although the headquarters is supported by Xiao Qin, they are not weak." The old man said.

"Understood, then, grandpa, I'll go to Grandpa Du's place to get wine first." Fang Chengshi said.

"Go, go to the meeting early."

Fang Chengshi nodded, stood up from the stool, and walked outside.

The old man smiled, shook his head, and drank his wine slowly. His grandson is good at everything, but he is a little less knowledgeable and lacks some actual combat experience, but now with Lin Qian, there will be no less actual combat.

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Dahan City

In front of a five-story unfinished building, a young man in a black windbreaker was leaning on the street smoking a cigarette while staring at the unremarkable unfinished building.

Beside the young man, a little girl carved in pink and jade was holding a wine jug and sipping a small sip. The passers-by who passed by saw this scene, and all showed strange expressions.

Even some people with a strong sense of responsibility came up directly and gave Lin Qian a lesson, saying how can children drink alcohol?You, the older brother, don't care about it?How did you become a brother?What if something happens after drinking?
For this kind of people, Lin Qian just looked at them, and didn't need to speak. They were cowardly, their voices became smaller and smaller, and finally they simply fell silent, and then left by themselves.

Lin Qian was not angry, she just found it interesting, and had no other thoughts other than that.

Stamping out the cigarette butt, Lin Qian lifted the blushing Ke Ke, squeezed that pink face, and put her on his shoulder, with a smile on his face:
"Let's go, go and save your sister-in-law."

Hearing Dad's words, Ke Ke's eyes lit up, and he nodded heavily, even ignoring the wine:

"Yeah, Dad, do you miss my sister-in-law? Dad must save my sister-in-law!"

Lin Qian nodded and smiled:

"Don't worry, Dad will, this is my only sister after all..."

Ke Ke's eyes were bright and she was looking forward to it. Lin Qian rubbed her head and walked towards the unfinished five-story building without saying a word:
"Ghost post office..."

"I hope I can hold on to my ghost domain..."

With the blue-red ghost domain flashing on his body, Lin Qian tore open a crack, and a gloomy door appeared in front of Lin Qian. Looking at the words on it, Lin Qian grinned:
"Ghost post office, come in."

Entering the gate, a dark hall came into view, an old Batai, with an extinguished oil lamp on it, and a little dust on a decayed wooden chair.

The inside of the hall is an aisle, with rooms on both sides. From the beginning to the end, this is the first floor of the post office.

"Is this a newcomer? He also brought a child with him, tsk tsk, what a pity for such a cute little girl."

The voice came from the door of a room. Following the voice, the person speaking was a woman in her early thirties, with a sallow complexion, a thin body, not tall, about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a black dress, It looks a little out of place.

Lin Qian looked at this woman, narrowed her eyes, and said nothing, but when that woman saw Lin Qian's eyes, her pupils suddenly shrank, she subconsciously took a few steps back, and swallowed:
"Is this a human, or a ghost!"

"The messenger on the first floor? How many letters have you delivered? How long has it been since the last delivery?" Lin Qian stared at the woman and asked these questions.

The woman's face changed when she heard Lin Qian's questions:
"You, you are not a newcomer, are you the messenger on the second floor? Or the third floor?"

Lin Qian's eyes flickered, looking at the woman's hand quietly placed on the doorknob, the corner of her mouth grinned:

"I advise you to give up your idea, believe me, you may die before you enter the room."

Hearing Lin Qian's words, the woman's movements froze, and she slowly withdrew her hand:
"What do you want to do, I don't seem to have offended you."

"I don't want to do anything, I just want you to answer some of my questions, just the three just now, the answer comes up, you live."

As for the fate of not coming up, Lin Qian did not say, I believe this woman should know.

"you!"

The woman who was about to say something back to the past, chose to keep her mouth shut after seeing Lin Qian's eyes shining red.

After some thinking, the woman thought it was better to live:
"I am the messenger on the first floor. I have delivered a letter since I came in. The last time I delivered a letter was three days ago."

Hearing the woman's answer, Lin Qian frowned, feeling a little toothache:

"Three days ago, how long is it until the next letter appears?"

The woman looked at Lin Qian, hesitated for a while, and then said after thinking about it:
"I do not know either……"

"Huh?" Lin Qian was a little puzzled.

"I don't know? Then what are you doing here? Don't you go back after delivering the letter?"

When the woman heard Lin Qian's words, she swallowed a little, and she came over for a while before explaining:

"I just came here to have a look, and I don't know when to send the letter."

The corners of Lin Qian's mouth twitched, and he looked up at the ceiling. He suddenly had an impulse in his heart, thinking whether to tear down the post office directly, but thinking that the post office was still needed to revive Xiaoyue, he endured it and gave up on it. idea.

Seeing this missing woman, Lin Qian waved his hand:
"Forget it, it's none of your business, what should you do?"

After saying that, he ignored the woman, walked towards the batai, sat down on the rotten chair, and picked up the oil lamp.

But at the moment when he picked up the oil lamp, Lin Qian frowned, and turned his head to look at the darkness of the hall, where there was a figure slowly walking towards this side.

The coldness spread from that figure to the surroundings, this is a ghost!
The moment the woman saw Lin Qian going to move the oil lamp, she realized that something was wrong, she turned around and opened the door, and immediately hid and went. With a bang, the room was tightly closed.

Lin Qian didn't care about the woman's behavior, but calmly stared at the slowly approaching ghost, grinning at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, a pale hand appeared on the shoulder of the figure, directly Lifting it up, the crimson pupils glowed red.

This is a starving ghost, the ghost held in the hands of the starving ghost, just like a dead fish, motionless, without even struggling.

"Cut, rubbish."

Putting the oil lamp into the painting, by the way, took the ghost from the hand of the starving ghost, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Leaning on the chair, with his legs resting on the old Batai, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Just wait and see when the next letter appears. I'll tear up one after another. If some ghosts come, I'll eat a few. They're all rubbish."

Coco was lying in Lin Qian's arms, holding the wine jar and taking a sip from time to time, one big and one small were very leisurely.

As time passed, Lin Qian lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly. At this moment, there was a creaking sound of the room opening.

Looking for the reputation, a woman's head stuck out from the room, her face was full of tension.

Seeing that it was this woman, Lin Qian withdrew his gaze, continued to lean on the chair and smoke, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

And when the woman saw that Lin Qian was fine, her eyes were full of disbelief. This is a bit unscientific. Anyone who touches that oil lamp will attract one, and then be killed by a ghost. Otherwise, why would there be no one on that oil lamp? move, because of this reason.

But why is there nothing wrong with this person, it seems that there has never been a ghost at all.

"You, why are you okay? Where's the ghost?"

The woman's voice was full of puzzlement and doubts. Hearing the woman's question, Lin Qian didn't answer, but just smoked quietly. He was in a daze and had no time to answer the woman's question.

Seeing that Lin Qian didn't answer her question, the woman turned her eyes, looked at the little girl holding the wine jar, hesitated for a while and asked:

"Little sister, can you tell auntie where did that ghost go?"

The woman's voice was very soft and gentle. Ke Ke heard the woman asking her, turned her head and looked over, thought for a while and answered her question in a childish voice:
"Auntie means that strange person, that strange person was eaten by Dad."

Coco's voice is innocent and cute, and with her little face flushed from drinking, I can't help but choose to believe what she says.

But the facts have proved that believing is believing, but it is hard to say whether what is said will scare people.

After the woman heard Ke Ke's childish answer, her pupils shrank immediately, and she swallowed subconsciously:

"Eating ghosts! This is a lie! How could anyone in this world be able to eat ghosts! It's impossible, this little girl must be talking nonsense!"

　My name is Lin Qian. When you read this sentence, I believe the author has already stopped updating...

　　
　
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