Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 265 Quiet Influence

The candle was burning and flickering. The old man looked at Yang Jian with a lonely expression and did not speak.

Yang Jian also looked at the old man, the corners of his mouth twitched, he was completely not interested in the affairs of the Republic of China now, even if the old man deliberately said something sensational, but he couldn't bear any pity.

Right and wrong are not important, he only cares about whether he can live in the future.

From what he heard today, he can be 100% sure of one thing, that is, in the near future, the supernatural will completely erupt, the kind that will spread all over the world, if he guesses right.

At that time, not only the ghosts suppressed during the Republic of China would erupt, but even the ghosts suppressed by the predecessors would also explode.

What it was like at that time, God knows, and only God knows.

Yang Jian let out a breath, regained his calm eyes, and looked up at the sky outside the door.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have listened to the persuasion. I would not pursue the secrets of the Republic of China. I have been listening to nonsense here for a long time."

The sky is filled with white clouds, clouds rise and fall, and Jinyang is among them.

"Boy, what is your expression? Why do you feel as upset as if you stepped on a pile of shit?"

The old man said helplessly:
"Boy, you have to be considerate of us, there's no other way, and we don't want to do this either."

Ugh……

The old man let out a long sigh, looking very bitter.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, he took a deep breath, he was too lazy to say anything, he waved his hand at the old man, stood up and said:
"Grandpa, I know about the matter. I should go too. I have to go to the headquarters tomorrow."

Looking at Yang Jian who got up, the old man sighed, shook his head and didn't say that it was unnecessary for Yang Jian to be considerate of their era.

Yang Jian was no more ruthless than Lin Qian.

"Okay, but you have to take Keke to Dajing City this time. Lin Qian specifically said before leaving that Keke should go with you. Keke has to ask the headquarters for something."

"As for what it is, it's not clear."

The old man said in a calm tone, his expression has recovered calmly, as if the lonely old man just now is not him.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, he looked at the old man, and then at Ke Ke who was wearing a big red windbreaker. To be honest, if it wasn't for the pretty little girl, that red dress would be too horrible to look at.

"Well, I see, I will take care of Coco."

Yang Jian looked at the little girl for a while before speaking.

The old man nodded, and a smile appeared on his face again. He believed what Yang Jian said.

"That's good. I'll leave Keke to you. Don't let her be in danger. Otherwise, if she thinks she can't beat her, she will be in trouble."

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Jian's face became serious:

"I'll pay attention."

"Okay, let's go with Coco, it's better to go early and come back earlier."

The old man looked at the little girl's back with some reluctance, and let out a long breath.

Yang Jian didn't care much about this, he turned around and walked to Ke Ke who was wearing a red dress, rubbed her head and said:

"Let's go, go to Dajing City with my uncle to hang out. I heard that there are a lot of delicious food there, and the price is cheap."

Ke Ke, who had been secretly listening to their conversation for a long time, became excited when he heard that he was going to Dajing City.

Now when I heard Yang Jian's words, I couldn't bear it anymore, and jumped up, with a smile on my face:
"Great!"

After shouting cheerfully, Ke Ke still did not forget to turn around and wave goodbye to the old man:

"Grandpa Fang, Keke is gone. Don't worry, Grandpa, Keke will miss you during dinner!"

Hearing Lin Keke's words, Yang Jian's eyes flashed speechless, and he took Ke Ke's little hand and walked out of the tailor shop. Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the old man with an extremely indifferent expression.

To be honest, if the old man told him the tragedy of the Republic of China before he became a ghost master and was still an ordinary person, he would not care about anything.

It's hard to empathize with different times, let alone him now.

Now he also understands why Lin Qian didn't pursue the secrets of the Republic of China period, and even said that the affairs of the Republic of China period were meaningless, and it was very demoralizing.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case, life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, and an era often begins to be chaotic just because of a very absurd little thing.

The Republic of China is like this...

"What a boring story, the Republic of China? Hehe, an outrageous era."

Yang Jian walked out of the tailor shop, holding Ke Ke's white jade hand, looked up at the clouds and tigers above the sky, the wind and rain are coming, the sky is about to change, and the world is about to rise, who can turn the tide?
Is it Yang Jian?Or that secondary disease?Or Lin Qian?

Who knows?It may be, it may not be, Yang Jian doesn't know, and doesn't want to know how terrifying the ghosts accumulated for thousands of years will be.

"I just want to survive, but why is it so difficult to survive?"

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, the sun was too dazzling, which made him unable to open his eyes.

Compared with Yang Jian's preoccupation, our Ke Ke didn't have so many worries. She was held by Yang Jian, she pulled the small satchel on her body, patted the festive and pleasant little bag lightly, and decided to draw The tube was still inside, so she felt relieved for the most part.

"When I see that uncle named Wang Xiaoming, Keke must ask Uncle Wang Xiaoming to give her mother's things to Keke quickly. Keke hasn't seen her mother for a long time."

Thinking that she would be able to see her mother soon, the little girl couldn't be happier. As she walked, she fantasized about how to comb her mother's hair. In the past, her mother liked her to comb her hair the most.

Thinking of combing her hair, the little girl immediately thought of her mother's hair. Her mother's hair smells very fragrant and feels smooth. She likes it the most.

There are also mother's clothes, which are the softest, and she likes them the most.

Although her mother doesn't like to talk very much, Ke Keke likes such a mother, especially her mother's unswerving love for her father.

The little girl's thoughts fluttered, turning into streams of water and flowing into the distance, disappearing, like a flashing meteor, elusive and unreachable.

The little girl's thoughts are always wild and unconstrained, thinking of her mother for a while, thinking of her father for a while, and thinking of big chicken legs for a while.

There are random thoughts in her head, no pressure, but it keeps her happy all the time.

The little girl in Yang Jian's eyes always seems to be so carefree, without any worries, and happy every day.

Except for the time when I saw Ke Ke squatting next to Ghost Blood alone and was not very happy, other times he was so lively and cute.

To be honest, he was a little envious. From this little girl, he saw a little bit of other things. Being with this little girl, he felt that some of his lost feelings had recovered.

This feeling is good, good can't be better...

Feeling the change in thinking, Yang Jian ticked the corner of his mouth:
"Lin Qian, Lin Qian, with such a girl, your wife can't get rid of it."

There was a red light in his eyes, and Yang Jian knew how weird this little girl was.

From every time he comes into contact with this little girl, he can feel that this little girl can influence others, and this kind of influence is subtle. If he stays by her side for a long time, he will involuntarily have a good impression of the little girl and the tricky bride.

The rest of the people are fine, there will be nothing after being affected, but they will slowly recover the emotions eroded by the ghost, which is a good thing.

But Lin Qian is not very friendly. For Lin Qian, this kind of influence is undoubtedly cultivating a relationship between him and the strange bride, an extremely weird relationship.

To put it nicely, it’s about feelings, but to put it bluntly, it’s about deepening ties...

That's why Yang Jian's words made Lin Qian and the treacherous bride a match made in heaven...

Yang Jian smiled, it's none of his business anyway, it's just a cheating bride, and it's not his wife, it's better to let Lin Qian have a headache.

Inside the tailor shop, the old man looked at the big and small leaving, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he shook his head helplessly:
"Doesn't this kid have any sympathy? How can he be as virtuous as Boy Lin? Alas... I'm so worried..."

In the dim tailor's shop, with candlelight swaying, a white-haired old man, not much younger than the old man, came out of the back room.

The white-haired old man looked out the door with a very calm expression. He sat down on the chair Yang Jian had just sat on, took another teacup, and when he got a cup of tea, he slowly drank it.

"Old Fang, are you in a hurry? Why don't you tell the younger generation what to do?"

"If he wants to ask about the secrets of the Republic of China, just tell him bluntly, what are you talking about?"

"It's something that can be explained clearly in a few words, but you just talk a lot of it, and I get angry when I hear it behind."

"I remember that you were not like this before. Why do you start to feel sad when you get older?"

"Where did that reckless spirit go when you were young? Was it taken away by a dog?"

The white-haired old man rolled his eyes at old man Fang, his eyes were full of disdain, he was chatty, he didn't look like a man.

Mr. Fang turned his head to look at his old friend, sighed, and ignored his cynicism:
"Sigh... originally I wanted to tell the truth about the period of the Republic of China, so as to make that kid feel even a little bit of sympathy, even a little bit of sympathy, it would be even better if it was anger."

"As a result, well, this kid is not much worse than Boy Lin, he kept his face blank throughout the whole process, and even felt that I was rambling, and he still couldn't get to the point."

"I think back then, when Kid Lin heard this, he still had eyes looking at garbage, but this kid didn't even have eyes, which made people a little sad."

Hearing Mr. Fang's words, the corners of the white-haired old man's mouth twitched, his face still expressionless, the old man chuckled and said:
"Hehe, how can today's young people understand the tragedy of that era? They are too busy to take care of themselves, and they still sympathize with others?"

"Fang Qiu, have you lost your mind? Why did this kind of thought appear in your mind?"

"What's the situation now, you don't know? You don't care whether you can survive from the ghost in the ghost prison, but you actually want the younger generation to sympathize with the previous era?"

"You don't know what kind of a bird it was in that era? You deserve sympathy? You don't know what attitude Master Li has?"

"How disappointed was Master Li when he came out of the spirit land? How annoyed?"

"You really don't know how those warlords died? Do you really think that there is no inheritance from abroad?"

Speaking of this, a coldness flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man:
"Fang Qiu, what's going on with you!"

Hearing the old man's scolding, Fang Qiu frowned, and there was some doubt in his eyes:
"There seems to be something wrong, I seem to be affected."

"Huh? Influenced? Are you kidding me?" The white-haired old man frowned deeper than Mr. Fang.

However, Mr. Fang did not answer the old man's words, but stared outside the door, thinking about something in his eyes.

"Cocoa? How could the influence be so deep? It shouldn't be, Cocoa's influence is only for..."

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes froze:
"Could it be..."

There was a look of horror in the old man's eyes, and he stared at the gate for a long time without saying a word:

"The effect of the change, the bride and Lin Xiaozi are about to engage in marriage?"

The white-haired old man looked at the silent old man Fang, his eyes were full of doubts, but after thinking about it, he didn't bother to interrupt his thinking, this old thing was very wrong recently.

As far as what he said to Yang Xiaozi, it was clearly intended to guide Yang Xiaozi to do something. The secrets of the Republic of China period were not so long.

If it wasn't for Boy Yang who was too lazy to listen to Fang Qiu's ramblings, and chose to leave after knowing a general situation, Fang Qiu might have said more.

The more you listen, the more you think, and the more you think, the more thoughts you will have...

Wait, thoughts?this is not……

The white-haired old man suddenly realized that the way he looked at Mr. Fang became extremely complicated.

He knew what was going on, this old thing was affected by the ghost in the ghost prison, and the ghost in the ghost prison is about to come out!

The expression of the white-haired old man was uncertain. Looking at his old friend who had been absent for a long time, Du Kang was actually a little sad:
"Is another one going to die? One less friend who drinks."

Du Kang, who was called Grandpa Du by Fang Chengshi, was the one who brewed the Resurrection Wine.

"Old Fang, you have come to my place more recently to get some wine back."

The old man whose thoughts were interrupted came back to his senses and looked at Du Kang in surprise:

"Another batch was brewed so soon? Didn't it say that it would take a few days? How could it be so fast?"

"Why so much nonsense, just come and get it if you are told, it's very boring."

"Forget it, I'm going back, I'll be annoyed when I see your virtue."

The white-haired old man drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp, curled his lips, muttered something, and left the tailor shop after being tasteless.

The old man looked at the vigorous old friend, smiled and did not go to see him off, but just sat on the chair, quietly watching him disappear from sight.

"Old guy, he's still as violent as before."

The old man shook his head, leaned on the chair, stretched out his hand to gently caress the black Tang suit on his body, his eyes were dim.

"It's windy, it's time to prepare for the funeral."

As soon as the old man's nonsensical words fell, as the old man said, a cold wind blew outside the door, blowing up a large cloud of dust.

The old man looked at the drifting dust, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was very calm.

Life and death are fate, so do what you want, and you can't escape.

Dachang City

The cold wind was blowing, and the pedestrians on the street tightened their clothes, looked up at the warm sun, and cursed:
"Damn it, there's something wrong with it. It's almost spring, and winter is almost over. Why is it still so cold? It's not just two days before spring is cold."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the pedestrian shivered. He quickly tightened his clothes and walked towards home quickly.

"Damn it, the weather has become more and more evil recently, and I don't even want to go out when it's cold."

Yang Jian rolled his eyes at the cursing man, looked up at the sky for a while, thoughtful.

"There is a problem, not only in Dachang City, but also in other cities."

Thinking of the weather changes in Dajiang City and Dachang City, Yang Jian had a premonition in his heart:
"The storm is coming."

A red light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, he started the car and rushed towards the airport.

The greenery on the street recedes from the front, and there are few pedestrians in front of it. The weather is too cold, and not many people are willing to come out to hang out.

"Recently, things have become more and more wrong. The weather has changed, and the creatures in the North and South Poles have died on a large scale."

"Spiritual incidents have become more and more frequent. Even Dachang City, which has been swept by starving ghosts, has begun to have large and small supernatural incidents."

"Usually, in cities that have been swept by S-level supernatural events, the probability of supernatural events will drop significantly, let alone a special ghost like the starving ghost."

"As a result, it has only been a long time since Dachang City has passed, and there have been more than a dozen supernatural incidents, large and small. Although they are all C-level supernatural incidents, they are easy to deal with."

"But this is enough to explain a lot of things, something is going to happen."

Yang Jian looked at the scene that was constantly receding, and kept thinking in his heart:

"The biggest tide of spiritual recovery is coming. I have to deal with the problems on my body as soon as possible, otherwise I will easily die in the spiritual recovery."

"Ghost Shadow's instinct has to be dealt with, and Ghost Eye has to find a way to kill the machine."

"Only in this way can I perfectly display the ghost domain of ghost eyes."

You must know that there are only two ghosts on him, Ghost Eye and Ghost Shadow. Among them, Ghost Eye has crashed, but Ghost Eye has not. Although Ghost Eye and Ghost Shadow are suppressing each other, Yang Jian knows that as long as he opens it again With only one eye, he will revive the ghost.

The eight ghost eyes are not something he can suppress now. He can't even stack up to seven ghost eyes now. If there is another one, he will die.

"Where is the head?"

Lin Qian said that the ghost must have a head, and it slipped away under his nose.

"When I come back, I will investigate whether the people who left the mall that day are still alive. If they are still alive, they can be ruled out, but as long as someone dies, and it is not a normal death, it will be interesting..."

"When I think about it, there are a lot of troubles. I really envy this little girl, Ke Ke."

Yang Jian turned aside Ke Ke who was sitting in the passenger seat, seeing her waggling her little feet and holding a big peach in her hand, she was very excited to eat.

Yang Jian shook his head, looked back, and looked at Zhang Hao behind him through the rearview mirror. It was so dark that he might not have seen it if it was not daytime.

What Lin Qian did was true and unreasonable, and he gave Zhang Hao such a ghost.

Sympathy flashed across Yang Jian's eyes. He stared at the street ahead and drove lazily.

It's windy, it's time to rain...

Yang Jian drives very wildly. Anyway, he doesn't have to worry about getting into a car accident, and he doesn't have to worry about being investigated, so he keeps driving at a speed that is off the watch.

I have to say that a good car is comfortable to drive.

In less than half an hour, Yang Jian arrived at the airport and parked his car in a parking space casually.

Yang Jian, who was carrying a luggage bag, got out of the car. Looking at the entrance of the airport, Yang Jian smiled and walked in.

Ke Ke followed Yang Jian bouncingly, and looked around curiously with those big smart eyes.

To be honest, the little girl has gone out with Lin Qian so many times, but she never took a plane. All of them were ghost domains, and she arrived at her destination in less than a minute.

So until now, she hasn't been on a plane once, but she sees it often. She has wanted to try it for a long time, but unfortunately her dear father never gave her a chance.

In addition, she often forgot about this while eating, so she never told Lin Qian about this little wish.

Seeing Ke Ke's curious appearance, Yang Jian immediately became puzzled, thinking, why didn't Lin Qian bring the little girl to the airport.

But after thinking about Lin Qian's behavior style, the corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, okay, Huang Quan is on his way, how can he go to the airport to take a plane, as expected, poverty limits his imagination.

Damn capitalists!
Zhang Hao didn't carry a luggage bag, but just carried a backpack, and silently followed behind the big and small.

He was wrapped tightly around his body, covered his head with a hood, and wore a mask and a pair of sunglasses on his face. According to him, this can effectively avoid strange gazes.

Although he is already very strange dressed like this, but it is not unacceptable compared to the eyes of others who see his whole face.

After all, being darker than blacks is really something worthy of attention.

Yang Jian expressed his understanding of this, and Ke Ke also expressed his understanding. For the first time, the concepts of one big and one small overlapped highly.

Ke Ke touched the small satchel, and once again confirmed that the painting tube was still there, she was relieved again. Just now, she only paid attention to other things, and forgot that there were ghost paintings in the small satchel.

Yang Jian had noticed Ke Ke's strange behavior a long time ago. After all, the little girl touched the small satchel no less than [-] times along the way. Makes people want to laugh.

It's the same now, Yang Jian also curiously asked Ke Ke, but the result was not satisfactory, Ke Ke just kept shaking his head, saying that he couldn't say it, his father said it.

In this way, Yang Jian gave up the idea of ​​asking, and did not intend to forcibly check, after all, he still listened to the reminders of the old tailor.

Walking into the airport, because Yang Jian clicked on it, the plane was about to take off after a while.

All passengers on this flight have begun to go through security checks.

"What's in it? Open it and have a look."

When passing through the security check, a staff member pointed to the trunk of a middle-aged man.

"No, it's nothing, it's just some porcelain." The middle-aged man immediately opened the suitcase, very obedient.

There are indeed some bottles, jars, plates, bowls and the like inside, but they are not new porcelain, they look a little old, a bit like antique porcelain.

The security inspector pointed to a black ceramic jar and said, "What's in it, open it and check."

"There's nothing in it, it's just an empty porcelain jar."

The middle-aged man opened the porcelain jar and asked the security inspector to check it, very cooperative.

The security inspector turned on the flashlight and took a look with the flashlight. It was dark and there was nothing inside. Then he checked other things and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so he was allowed to pass through the security check.

And just when the middle-aged man had just passed the security check, there was a sudden movement from behind, and even the nearby security guards rushed over.

"Don't be nervous. I'm Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City. Here is my ID." Yang Jian calmly took out his ID from his pocket and put the luggage bag beside him.

Before things got up, a person in charge who was waiting at the airport hurried over.

"Is it Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City? I'm really sorry. I just received the notice from above, and I haven't had time to inform you. If it is my mistake at work that brings you bad influence, please forgive me."

"Please come with me and board the plane through the special passage here."

Looking at the person in charge of the airport with an apologetic smile on his face, Yang Jian rubbed Ke Ke who was a little shy, smiled and didn't care too much:

"It's okay, it's just a matter of routine, do you want to open it and have a look?"

Hearing Yang Jian's words, the person in charge of the airport immediately shook his head, and said anxiously:

"That's unnecessary, you have priority, we have no right to inspect your things."

"Oh, it's very convenient to have this privilege." Yang Jian smiled, but was a little surprised.

"Okay, don't delay your time, take us to board the plane."

After finishing speaking, Yang Jian picked up the luggage bag, led Ke Ke, and followed the somewhat disturbed airport manager to the special boarding passage.

Zhang Hao followed silently, tightening the backpack on his back.

Just when Yang Jian was about to walk into that special boarding passage, he frowned and looked at the other boarding passage, with some doubts in his eyes:
"Is there a ghost? Or an ordinary person infected with supernatural powers?"

Just now, I felt the ghost eyes on his body twitch slightly. This kind of situation is usually a restless behavior when encountering the same kind, and it is basically not normal.

"interesting."

Yang Jian looked at the fat man walking arrogantly, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Don't worry too much about it, we'll talk about it later."

"Well, I see." Zhang Hao looked away from the fat man, and the coldness in his eyes slowly disappeared.

"Interpol Yang, what happened?" the person in charge of the airport asked nervously.

"It's not a big deal, but I saw a fat man and felt that he was walking awkwardly, so I couldn't help but take another look." Yang Jian said perfunctorily.

"This, this way, that's good, that's good."

The person in charge of the airport wiped the sweat from his forehead, almost thinking that something happened here, but he knew what this kind of people did.

If this type of person says something is going on here, don't doubt it, then something must have happened here.

"Lead the way. Look, it scares you. It's just the airport. What can happen?"

Yang Jianpi smiled without a smile on his face, this guy is very interesting.

It wouldn't surprise him that the guy knew what people like them did.

Since the last S-level supernatural event ghost show broke out in Dajiang City, because of Lin Qian's attitude, after the headquarters compromised, they no longer concealed the truth of the supernatural event.

Basically, as long as they have a certain status, they all know something more or less, but it's up to them whether they believe it or not.

"Okay, I'll take you to the plane right away."

The person in charge of the airport nodded quickly. Although he looked very nervous, he was relieved in his heart.

In this way, Yang Jian and his party boarded the plane smoothly, and just when Yang Jian was about to board the plane, Ke Ke turned his head and looked in one direction, with some doubts in his eyes:

"Mom? No, not Mom!"

Looking in the direction of Keke, it is a luggage cart transporting suitcases at the airport.

On the luggage transport vehicle at the airport, in the suitcase of the middle-aged man before, with the bumps, an inconspicuous black earthen jar lid opened a crack because it was not closed properly.

There was nothing unusual at the beginning, but as time passed, a gloomy aura gradually escaped from behind the pitch-black crock.

The light on the transport vehicle flickered, like a short circuit due to poor contact.

And the moment this phenomenon appeared, both Yang Jian and Zhang Hao paused slightly when they got on the plane, but then they returned to normal.

A red light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he was already thinking about it.

"It's the former, it seems that I have to work overtime again."

On the plane, Yang Jian said to Zhang Hao:
"Go there. The source should be in that fat man's suitcase. Before the thing fully recovers, get it here and show me."

"Well, I got it." Zhang Hao nodded, his body was filled with coldness, a black and red stream appeared, and Zhang Hao disappeared in place.

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged, a scarlet ghost eye appeared from the skin torn from his forehead, and there was a flash of blood red, and everyone in the first-class cabin did not notice any abnormalities.

In their eyes, Zhang Hao has never disappeared, and Yang Jian has no ghost eyes on his forehead. Yang Jian led Ke Ke to the seat, let Ke Ke sit by the window, and sat outside by himself.

Putting the luggage bag at his feet, Yang Jian began to wait. For a ghost of this level, and it had just recovered, Zhang Hao could handle it with ease.

It takes no more than 1 minute to catch the ghost.

Sure enough, in less than a minute, Zhang Hao walked up to Yang Jian, holding a porcelain pot and a pale ghost hand in his hand.

"Is this the thing? Nothing else?" Yang Jian asked.

Holding the ghost hand in his hand, the level of terror is very overwhelmed, probably because he has just recovered.

"Well, this ghost should have come out of this porcelain jar. If I'm right, this porcelain jar should be a soul bottle, which was buried with me before."

"This ghost was able to escape, probably because the security inspector didn't seal it tightly after passing the security check, which caused the ghost inside to escape."

Zhang Hao sat down on the seat, just one aisle away from Yang Jian, and handed the porcelain pot to Yang Jian, he continued:

"Boss, according to my speculation, there should be ghosts inside. Although the spiritual fluctuations are weak, you can still feel them."

"Oh, there is also a ghost, which is interesting. Check it after you get off the plane and see who is so brave to bring it up. After you find out, ask this uncle if there are other soul bottles. This thing should be more than one."

Yang took the porcelain pot directly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the ghost eyes on his forehead retracted under the flesh.

"Well, I understand." Zhang Hao nodded without any objection to Yang Jian's arrangement.

Yang Jian looked at the soul bottle and ghost hand in his hand, looked up at the surroundings, thought for a while, and just wanted to put these two things in a golden box.

He felt someone pulling his clothes, and when he turned his head, he saw Ke Ke looking at him pitifully, his eyes full of expectation:
"Uncle Yang, can you give this to Ke Ke, Ke Ke likes it very much."

Yang Jian: ...

"Girl, are you kidding me?"

Yang Jian looked at the ghost hand in his hand and Ke Ke's expectant eyes, and immediately felt a headache.

"How did Lin Qian take care of the child? Did Li Gui just say he likes it? And looking at Ke Ke's appearance, why does it feel like he wants to play?"

"Uncle Yang, Keke is serious, very serious!" Keke said seriously.

Yang Jian was speechless for a long while, knowing that this little girl is powerful, but he never expected... Sigh...

"Okay, uncle will give it to you, but Keke, you promise uncle, you can't let this hand go away, as long as you promise, uncle will give it to you, okay?"

"Well, well, well, Keke promises not to let her run away!"

Ke Ke nodded like a chick pecking at rice. Yang Jian looked helpless, shook his head and said nothing, and handed the ghost hand to Ke Ke.

After the little girl took the pale ghost's hand, she immediately got up happily, picked it up and began to pinch left and right, having a great time playing.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the ghost hand on Ke Ke, Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, but then he rubbed his brows, Lin Qian's little monster really lived up to his reputation.

"Is this the daughter of the Sly Bride? It's fierce enough. When other children are still playing with the doll Bumpman, she has already started playing with ghosts."

Yang Jian put the soul bottle into the golden box, how to put it in the luggage bag, he couldn't help sighing:
"The fierce spirit of the family, the father is a starving ghost, the mother is a tricky bride, the little one..."

Yang Jian shook his head, this family couldn't even imagine it, and he didn't know who would dare to provoke this family of three.

Zhang Hao silently looked away from Ke Ke, and leaned on the seat. The little girl was fiercer than him, and he couldn't afford to provoke her.

There is no difference in the first class except that the seats are better and there are fewer people. It is not as enjoyable as imagined.

During the waiting period, several passengers took their seats one after another. There were men and women, all of whom were well-dressed and bright. They could be seen as elites and successful people in society. Yang Jian just paid attention to it. After that, I didn't pay much attention to it, and then I just read magazines and played with the tablet on the seat to pass the time.

After Ke Ke played with the ghost hand for a while, it became boring, and put the ghost hand into the small satchel on her body.

It was at this time that Yang Jian caught a glimpse of a white painting tube, and after just one glance, Yang Jian silently looked away, scolding his mother in his heart.

"Fucking hell, it's a ghost painting. No wonder Lin Qian wouldn't let Ke Ke say what's in it after beating him to death."

"Fuck!"

But after the panic at the beginning, Yang Jian also gradually figured it out. The ghost painting is probably not dangerous now, which is actually quite understandable.

Lin Qian is controlling the ghost painting, and the spirit of the ghost painting is shrinking, and the painting tube is being held by Ke Ke, so there will be no problem with the ghost painting.

So Yang Jian felt relieved, and stopped looking at the small satchel on Ke Ke's body. This thing is very intrusive. If there is no accident, Lin Qian has tampered with it, otherwise the ghost hand would have started to recover.

Li Gui won't just sit around quietly.

"Is this friend flying for the first time?"

In the first-class cabin, a man in a suit looked at Yang Jian's bored appearance and asked.

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the man in the suit, with some doubts in his eyes:

"Is something wrong?"

"Uh……"

Seeing Yang Jian's ability to answer the conversation, the man in the suit felt a little uncomfortable. Why is this different from what he thought? It seems that this kid is not very old, so how can he speak so directly.

"My friend, I have nothing to do, but I want to sleep, so can I trouble you to keep quiet, although I don't mind you making noise like this, but I hope you can respect others, can you?"

Hearing what the man in the suit said, Yang Jian frowned a little:

"I shouldn't have disturbed you by saying anything just now. If I flipped through the book a few times and tapped the tablet a few times, which affected your rest, then you should go to the cockpit and ask the captain to turn off the engine, because the sound of the engine is comparable to I made a lot of noise."

"This way you can't hear the slightest noise. If you still can't fall asleep like this, it means that there is something wrong with your body, maybe it is a problem with your brain."

"It just so happened that I met some very authoritative experts and professors in Dachang City. They are well-known in China, and they are very experienced in treating insomnia and neurasthenia."

"Do you want me to introduce you?"

"Ha ha……"

Several passengers nearby couldn't help laughing when they heard this, as if watching the excitement was no big deal.

And the man in the suit suddenly turned ugly, with an uncertain expression on his face:

"you you……"

"Oh? What are you? Please make it clear. Didn't you speak fluently just now? Why, stuttered?"

The man in the suit looked at the expressionless Yang Jian, his indifferent eyes made him feel cold for no reason, what kind of eyes are these?What does this kid do?

"Hehe, you're dumb? Since you have nothing to say, just go to sleep and sleep. How can you show your presence when you come out? Do you think I'm happy to talk to you?"

"wasting my time."

There was a sneer at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, he glanced at the man in the suit, then looked away, and continued to flip through the books and click on the tablet to pass the time.

Zhang Hao glanced at the man in the suit and didn't say anything. He leaned on the seat and closed his eyes. He was just an ordinary person, even if he was an elite in society, he was still an ordinary person.

Hearing Yang Jian's words and seeing Yang Jian's appearance, the man in the suit had a fluctuating expression on his face. After hesitating for a while, he finally chose not to speak harsh words.

There was something wrong with this young man. He had completely different styles from the young men he had met before. He didn't have that kind of fledgling childishness at all. He looked more like a butcher in a high position.

The man in the suit sat silently in his seat without saying a word. This time he suffered a big loss.

And at this time, in the cockpit next door, a sexy woman wearing sunglasses came over curiously and smiled; "Young handsome guy, you are amazing, you are so imposing, my sister likes it so much, handsome boy, can you Can't tell my sister, what do you do for work?"

Little handsome guy?
Yang Jian turned his head to look at this uninvited sexy beauty with a blank face:

"You are very interested?"

Looking at that pair of cold eyes, that kind of indifference made this elite woman who had made her mark in the workplace feel her scalp numb and her hair stand on end.

How could there be such a look!

"Uh..., suddenly I'm not very interested..."

The woman let out a haha, not interested in continuing the conversation.

Yang Jian cast a glance at the woman, didn't say anything else, turned to look at Ke Ke who was sleeping soundly, the corners of her mouth twitched, the little girl really has a big heart.

After confirming once again that the ghost hand in the cocoa satchel would not come out, Yang Jian closed his eyes and began to rest his mind.

As for that sexy woman, after saying that she was not interested, she returned to her seat in despair, scolding herself for being worthless as she walked.

She had never seen such a big storm before, but she was actually frightened by a young man's eyes. She was really ashamed and thrown home.

Yang Jian just smiled at this, and didn't pay much attention to it. He still met him. If he met Lin Qian, hehe... If this woman dared to look at Lin Qian, she would be considered courageous.

The storm subsided, and the atmosphere in the first-class cabin was surprisingly quiet. Nothing happened until the plane took off smoothly.

Although many people looked at Yang Jian with strange eyes, it had no effect on Yang Jian. Because of Yang Jian's attitude, many people gave up the idea of ​​making friends, and one of them was a fat man with a big belly.

In Dajing City, in a clean and white laboratory, Wang Xiaoming stood in front of an experimental table, rubbing the center of his brows, looking at the research materials in his hands, "Manufacturing and Research Analysis of Coffin Nails".

"Li Jun, how long until Yang Jian arrives?"

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's sudden inquiry, Li Jun who was standing aside hastily replied:
"I've already boarded the plane, and it will arrive in about two hours at most."

Wang Xiaoming nodded, put down the research and analysis report in his hand, picked up a black nail on the table, his eyes flickered:

"By the way, what's the situation with Ye Zhen in Dahai City?"

"This has been investigated. According to the feedback from the person in charge of Dahai City, Ye Zhen has been confirmed missing, just last week."

"And according to your instructions, Professor Wang, we investigated all the strange things that happened in Dahai City in those few days."

"Finally, I found out that around [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] p.m. that day, two streamers of light, one blue and one red and one blue and blue, were drawn in the sky above Dahai City."

"According to the comparison of the information obtained in the past, the blue streamer should be Ye Zhen's ghost domain, and the other blue and red streamer should be Lin Qian's ghost domain."

"That is to say, since that day, there has been no news about Ye Zhen, and all news about Lin Qian has also disappeared. These two people seem to have evaporated from the world."

Li Jun uttered all the information from the investigation in one breath. If he was not a ghost master, he might be out of breath.

"Oh~ Is that so? Then it makes sense."

Wang Xiaoming pushed his glasses, the light in his eyes flashed away:
"Li Jun, seal up the investigation materials. This time the matter is too big, and the fewer people who know about it, the better."

"understand!"

Li Jun nodded solemnly and said.

Wang Xiaoming flicked the nail in his hand lightly, and said with some regret:

"Unfortunately, I have never had a chance to contact Lin Qian, otherwise the coffin nails wouldn't have acted like this."

"There is no reference, only speculation, and it is always impossible to make a complete finished product."

Putting down the coffin nails in his hands, Wang Xiaoming rubbed the center of his brows. It really hurts my head. There are too many things worth studying about Lin Qian.

But he couldn't get it all the time, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"When Lin Qian finishes dealing with her own affairs, she should ask Lin Qian to cooperate with my research, even if it's not about starving ghosts, but other things."

Wang Xiaoming thought to himself, for the first time he had a hope in his heart, that is, he hoped that one day when Lin Qian's brain was not working well, he would cooperate with him to study starving ghosts, even if it was only a day, not a day is too long , one hour will do, as long as one hour will do.

Li Jun looked at Professor Wang's expression of regret and regret for a while, but he couldn't hold it back, and chose to remind him:

"Well, Professor Wang, I think it's better for you to give up the idea of ​​studying Lin Qian, after all..."

Speaking of this, Li Jun looked at the ghost coffin placed in the golden room, swallowed, and Wei Jing was inside, and he hadn't been fished out yet.

It is estimated that Wei Jing will not be able to come out until Professor Wang comes up with a solution.

Seeing that Li Jun stopped talking halfway through his speech, Wang Xiaoming raised his head and looked at Li Jun. Seeing Li Jun looking to the right and following his line of sight, the corners of Wang Xiaoming's mouth twitched slightly.

Then he pushed his glasses and said to Li Jun in a serious tone:
"Li Jun, you have to believe me, my research has been scientifically proven, you have to believe in science!"

Li Jun: ...

(Wei Jing: ...)
Li Jun nodded solemnly, expressing his unconditional belief in Professor Wang's "research":
"I believe in Professor Wang! I believe in science!"

"Ah That's good."

Wang Xiaoming nodded in satisfaction, glanced at the ghost coffin in the safe house, the corners of his mouth twitched, he didn't look at it, he felt tired after seeing too much.

"Li Jun, go and inform the minister to seal up that file."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"By the way, if Yang Jian's plane is about to arrive, remember to call me as soon as possible. I have something to do with Yang Jian."

Wang Xiaoming stopped Li Jun who was about to leave, and Li Jun nodded upon hearing this:

"understood."

After finishing speaking, he left the laboratory. Looking at Li Jun who left, Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, picked up the coffin nail from the table, and put it in his pocket.

After that, he sorted out the scattered materials on the desktop, then turned around and left the laboratory as well.

The laboratory fell silent, the lights went out, and the laboratory suddenly fell into darkness.

And not long after Wang Xiaoming left, the large black lacquered coffin parked in the safe room suddenly trembled in the laboratory.

squeak
The coffin lid of the black lacquered coffin suddenly opened a thin crack, and a black mist slowly spread out from inside, strange and cold.

I don't know how long it has passed, the black mist has enveloped the entire safe house, but because the safe house is made of gold, the black mist cannot spread.

thump, thump, thump

Suddenly, a silent knocking sound appeared, sounding from inside the black lacquered coffin, and at the moment when this knocking sound appeared.

All the black mist in the safe house rolled back into the coffin, creaking...

The coffin lid was closed again, the slit disappeared, and the entire laboratory returned to tranquility, as if nothing had happened.

Dajing City, the airport, a plane slowly docked, Yang Jian's eyes on the plane slowly opened, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

"It's finally here. Now I know why Lin Qian always likes to use Huangquan to travel. Not to mention saving time and effort, it's not so boring."

After the plane stopped safely, all the passengers started to get off, and Yang Jian patted Ke Ke:
"Coco, get off the plane."

The dazed Ke Ke was led by Yang Jian, and she didn't forget to wipe her mouth, and then subconsciously wiped the small satchel, and after making sure that nothing was lost in it, she felt relieved again.

Yang Jian took Ke Ke to get off the plane, and Zhang Hao followed silently. The man in the suit looked at the backs of the three of Yang Jian, his eyes burning.

"Wait, this is not over, let me check what role you are."

"I've been out here for so long, and I haven't been scolded like this before. You're the first one, kid."

…………

Outside the airport, Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, Shen Liang, and several unknown ghost masters.

"Professor Wang, is Yang Jian worthy of your pick-up?"

The person who spoke was a ghost master named Zhong Shan, who expressed his incomprehension when Professor Wang came over in person.

Hearing his words, Wang Xiaoming didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the airport exit.

"Here we come, I hope we can get a solution to the ghost coffin this time."

Seeing that Professor Wang didn't answer what he meant, Zhong Shan stopped asking boring questions.

Professor Wang has a strong purpose in doing things, and he must need Yang Jian to do something, otherwise he would not come here.

"There are quite a lot of people in Beijing."

Yang Jian got off the plane and walked towards the exit, and seven or eight staff members walked straight towards them in the direction of the exit, and one of them was a criminal policeman.

"You are the person in charge of Dachang City, and the insiders send Yang Jian, nicknamed Ghost Eye Detective."

"Hi, my name is Chen Yi, and I'm one of the people in charge of Dajing City."

A middle-aged man with an expressionless face walked in front of Yang Jian. The coldness on his body made Yang Jian's ghost eyes squirm slightly.

Top ghost master?Controlled two ghosts?
Yang Jian was a little surprised, and looked at the person in charge of Dajing City who claimed to be Chen Yi.

This guy doesn't look weak, of course it's just a feeling, this guy can't even handle Zhang Hao, let alone him.

"According to your report, someone brought the utensils containing the ghosts onto the plane?" Chen Yi asked.

Hearing that he was asking about this matter, Yang Jian waved to Zhang Hao and said:

"You talk to him about the specific situation, and the rest follow what I said before."

After finishing speaking, Yang Jian looked at Chen Yi again:
"Just go and find out the situation with him. I don't have time to waste time here."

Chen Yi's face sank slightly, his brows frowned, he looked at Yang Jian and then at Zhang Hao, he was silent for a while before he spoke:
"Although this is not in compliance with the regulations, since someone stayed to understand the situation, let's forget it this time, and it will not be an example."

"Oh? Let's take it as an example?"

Yang Jian's face darkened, and he stared at Chen Yi with unkind eyes. A scarlet ghost eye was looming on his forehead, and a sense of oppression arose spontaneously.

Chen Yi's face changed suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, and the staff around him felt their scalps tingling for no reason, and a voice in their head constantly reminded them:

"Run! You will die!"

"Yang Jian! This is Dajing City!"

Chen Yi's eyes were cold, staring straight at Yang Jian.

Hearing this, Yang Jian sneered:
"Dajing City? Then, does this prevent me from killing you?"

"I dealt with a supernatural incident that was about to be revived. You actually told me that it was not in compliance with the regulations. Why did you give me an example?"

"Chen Yi, right? Tell me what is non-compliance? What is non-example?"

"If you can't tell Ziwu Yinmao today, then I will let you know what it means to be an example today."

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead were completely opened, and a red light was looming. Zhang Hao stared at Chen Yi without saying a word, but those cold eyes showed what he would do next.

Chen Yi's face was gloomy, he stared at the ghostly eyes on Yang Jian's forehead, and the veins in his hands tucked into his sleeves bulged.

Chen Yi knew in his heart that this kid named Yang Jian really dared to do something, even if it was in Dajing City.

"Yang Jian, the rules are the rules. It's a fact. I have relaxed the rules just now so that you can leave. Don't push yourself too hard."

Chen Yi really didn't expect that he was just giving him a small blow, but in the end, this stunned young man couldn't bear any loss.

You must know that this is Dajing City, and it is like this in Dajing City. If it was in his territory, how arrogant this kid would be.

Hearing this, Yang Jian's face turned completely cold. He has just stepped into Dajing City, and a thing that has only controlled two ghosts dares to suppress him blatantly.

What matter solved a supernatural incident and didn't comply with the regulations?Also relax the rules?Hehe... What a big tone.

"It seems that you can't tell clearly that Ziwu Yinmao is here. Well, since this is the case, you can just pay attention to it in your next life. Let's not take it as an example. This is normal."

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead flickered red, covering the luggage bag, and an old hatchet appeared in his hand, and it was just right to kill chickens and monkeys now.

When he first came to Dajing City, he was thrown in the face. If he could endure this, then he didn't know what would happen next. Maybe he dared to ride on his neck and shit and piss.

He didn't want to see this scene. If the tiger didn't show his power, would he really think Yang Jian was a sick cat?
"Yang Jian! Do you really dare to kill a person in charge in Dajing City?"

Chen Yi's complexion changed suddenly, and his body became even colder. He subconsciously stepped back a few steps, his eyes fixed on the hatchet in Yang Jian's hand. This knife is very dangerous!Extremely dangerous!

Yang Jian didn't even bother to listen to what Chen Yi was saying, he didn't want to hear it now, he just wanted to kill this hot chicken first.

No matter how you hack him to death first, then talk about the future, whether someone instigates or supports you later, it doesn't matter.

Yang Jian looked at Chen Yi with a calm expression. The ghost shadows on his body covered the surroundings, and phantom figures appeared one after another. Yang Jian looked carefully, and there were quite a few.

Locking onto Chen Yi's shadow, Yang Jian slashed down without saying a word, toward the shadow's neck.

"Yang Jian! Stop, give me face."

A somewhat familiar voice quickly appeared in Yang Jian's ear. Just when the hatchet was about to hit the figure's neck, Yang Jian stopped, frowned, and turned his head to look:

"Wang Xiaoming, why did he come here?"

Seeing Yang Jian stop swinging the knife, Wang Xiaoming quickly stepped forward, looked at Chen Yi, and stopped paying attention to him:

"Yang Jian, give me face and let Chen Yi go. The current situation is a bit special. One less top ghost master means less hope."

With the appearance of Wang Xiaoming, the airport began to be cleared, Shen Liang, Li Jun, Zhong Shan, Guo Fan came around Wang Xiaoming.

Chen Yi looked at the hatchet that stopped not far away, his pupils trembled slightly. Although he didn't know what would happen if the knife was chopped off, he knew that he was very likely to die.

Yang Jian glanced at Shen Liang and the others, narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally looked at Wang Xiaoming, thought for a while and retracted the hatchet, and the ghost returned to its original position.

"I'll give you a face, but I don't want it to happen again. When I solved a supernatural incident that had just recovered, you actually told me that it didn't comply with the regulations. Hehe... This is really interesting."

Yang Jian put the hatchet back into the luggage bag, the ghost eyes on his forehead retracted into the flesh, and looked at Chen Yi coldly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Wang Xiaoming looked thoughtfully at Chen Yi and said nothing, but Shen Liang's expression changed. Chen Yi was his, but he never ordered him to give Yang Jian a hand. It's only right to show off your Mawei in time.

Shen Liang looked at Chen Yi, whose face was cloudy and uncertain, and narrowed his eyes.

"Professor Wang, Captain Shen, according to the regulations, after dealing with a supernatural incident, you must create a file and hand it over to the ghost in custody. You should know this rule."

"But from the first time I saw this ghost-eyed Yang Jian, he had no intention of doing this, and I respected his choice, but let him leave one person to build the file."

Chen Yi's face was sullen, his eyes fixed on Yang Jian, and he spoke word by word.

Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming with cold eyes:
"Whose?"

"It doesn't belong to anyone, he is just like this, and everything is done according to the regulations." Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said.

What Chen Yi said is correct, the regulations also have this regulation, but the regulations sometimes depend on the person...

Just like the current situation.

Hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. After thinking for a while, he nodded and looked at Shen Liang:
"We meet again, Captain Shen."

Shen Liang smiled bluntly, and nodded his head to express his friendliness. He is suffering from a headache now, and Chen Yixuan almost got him into trouble. It's better not to say anything else now, and it's more wrong to say more.

"Yeah, we meet again, time flies so fast." Shen Liang said with a haha.

Sometimes it's a good choice to change the topic. Shen Liang walked up to Chen Yi, and his eyes signaled Chen Yi not to speak again.

If it goes on, maybe Yang Jian doesn't even give Professor Wang face, and he must kill Chen Yi. How many people present will be able to stop him?
Wang Xiaoming pushed his glasses, looked at the drowsy little girl standing beside Yang Jian, his pupils shrank slightly, and he didn't say anything.

As long as Lin Qian doesn't come, everything will be fine.

Looking away from the drowsy little girl, Wang Xiaoming said to Yang Jian:

"Yang Jian, it's not convenient to talk about things here, go to the car."

Yang Jian looked around, and it was okay to think about it, as he also had something to ask Wang Xiaoming for clarification.

"can."

Yang Jian picked up his luggage bag, took Ke Ke's hand, and said to Zhang Hao before leaving:
"You stay here to cooperate with Captain Shen's actions, and you can just talk about the situation on the plane."

"Okay, boss."

Zhang Hao tightened his clothes, nodded and said.

Seeing this, Yang Jian didn't say anything anymore, cast his eyes at Chen Yi, grinned, and walked towards the outside of the airport with Wang Xiaoming, followed closely by Li Jun.

Shen Liang and the others looked at Yang Jian and the others who were leaving, and remained silent. Chen Yi looked at Zhang Hao, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, with deep eyes.

"Chen Yi, you are too impulsive. Rules are dead, but people are alive. Why are you going head-to-head with him when you have nothing to do? It's not like you haven't heard of his temper."

Guo Fan looked at Yang Jian's back and took a deep breath. He remembered what happened at the Caesar Hotel last time.

If he hadn't been lucky enough, he might have died inside.

Compared with the trembling when he entered the Caesar Hotel, Yang Jian can be said to have pushed it horizontally. Later, Feng Quan said that Yang Jian had controlled the source ghost as soon as he entered.

Then, and then no, and then...

Chen Yi snorted coldly, rolled his eyes at Zhang Hao, fell silent, and did not continue to speak.

"That's right, Chen Yi, Yang Jian's temper is just like this, so don't be too concerned, just be more careful in the future." Zhong Shan also said at this time.

"Okay, don't say a few words, the matter has passed, and it's meaningless to say it now."

Shen Liang glanced at several people, his eyes twinkled, and finally he looked at Zhang Hao, with a smile gradually appearing on his face:

"Zhang Hao, I know you, one of the people in charge of Dachang City, a very capable newcomer, then I will trouble you to make a file for us this time, don't worry, it won't take long."

Zhang Hao nodded with a calm expression. He didn't care about these people, even if one of them was the captain.

He will only obey Yang Jian's arrangement.

Outside the airport, Yang Jian took Ke Ke and sat in an armored vehicle, but the moment he got in, Yang Jian's face changed slightly, and he stepped on the body lightly with his feet.

"Gold, something interesting."

After closing the car door, Yang Jian didn't care too much about it. Wang Xiaoming was also in the car, so he was safe.

"Li Jun, go to the dangerous goods storage place."

"Okay, Professor Wang."

Li Jun responded, started the car, and drove towards the dangerous goods storage place Wang Xiaoming said.

The car was driving smoothly, Yang Jian glanced out the window, and didn't speak immediately.

Wang Xiaoming took off his glasses, his pale and colorless face was very calm.

"Yang Jian, let's make a deal, don't interrupt, and make a decision after I finish talking."

Wang Xiaoming stopped Yang Jian's plan to speak, and continued to speak:
"Yang Jian, you should know that the headquarters has a lot of resources. Of course, it is true for individuals."

"Our headquarters currently collects a lot of supernatural items. I believe you are clear about this. After all, the ghost camera on Lin Qian's body came out of the headquarters."

"So, Yang Jian, I want to exchange two supernatural items for the right to use the human skin paper in your hand. It won't take too long, as long as I get the information I want."

"Yang Jian, how do you feel about it?"

Wang Xiaoming stared at Yang Jian, his eyes fluctuated. Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Yang Jian didn't answer immediately, but lowered his head and thought:

"Wang Xiaoming has been wanting human skin paper for not a day or two. Although sometimes human skin paper is scary, it is very useful, especially when Lin Qian is around, this human skin paper is not very easy to use."

"So I can't give it to Wang Xiaoming, but it's not impossible to just lend it to him to see. The two supernatural items sound very good, but unfortunately I also have a lot of supernatural items."

"Ghost mirror, hatchet, lantern..."

"However, who would dislike having less money on him?"

After thinking this through, Yang Jian smiled inwardly, but his face was still expressionless:

"Professor Wang, are the two supernatural items missing? If I add two red ghost candles, I can lend them to you for an hour."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Wang Xiaoming agreed without hesitation:

"Okay, deal. When you arrive at the destination, you can choose two supernatural items at will, and the ghost candle will be delivered to you as soon as possible."

Uh……

Hasty... I knew I should have added more points, but poverty has limited my imagination...

Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming with a complicated face, sighed, took out a gold box from the luggage bag, and handed it to Wang Xiaoming.

"The thing is inside, just a friendly reminder, don't believe what it says completely, you will be tricked into it if you are not careful."

Wang Xiaoming took the gold box, looking thoughtful in his eyes, looked up at Yang Jian, just about to open the box, he heard Li Jun reminded:
"Professor Wang, let me open it. After all, this is an unknown supernatural phenomenon."

"No, I have a measure."

Wang Xiaoming rejected Li Jun's kindness, and directly opened the golden box, revealing the old parchment inside.

Seeing this, Li Jun didn't stop him anymore, but just stared at the rearview mirror, ready to rescue at any time.

Seeing Li Jun's extremely vigilant appearance, Yang Jian smiled, didn't pay much attention, and rubbed Ke Ke's head. the same.

Wang Xiaoming picked up the human skin paper, his hands were delicate and smooth, no doubt it was human skin.

"My name is Yang Jian. I believe that when you read this sentence, I will already be dead..."

Before Wang Xiaoming finished reading the following information, the words on the human skin paper were disappearing quickly, and then new words appeared.

Wang Xiaoming's face changed slightly, his eyes flickered, he stared at the new words on the human skin paper, and began to read word by word.

The more he looked, the more flickering Wang Xiaoming's eyes became. Yang Jian kept observing Wang Xiaoming's expression changes, but he didn't see anything special after watching for a long time.

It's just that there are a lot of information given on the human skin paper, which makes Yang Jian a little strange:

"Is my method of using human skin paper wrong? Is Wang Xiaoming the correct way to use it?"

"No, it's impossible. I have found the correct way to use human skin paper, so mine is the most correct. The human skin paper will become like this this time. It must be because I finally met an ordinary person, so I plan to start printing. Little abacus."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, and he was already thinking about it.

Time passed slowly, and the scenery outside the window kept changing. Dajing City seemed quite peaceful.

There are a lot of people shopping on the street. Although the weather changes made many people choose to stay at home, there are still so many people coming out.

In this regard, Dachang City is not comparable.

As Li Jun drove towards the dangerous goods storage area, Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a building came into view, Ping An Building.

"Is my mother working here? It looks very good."

Without stopping here, Li Jun passed by here and came directly to the headquarters. After the car stopped, it was only more than 20 minutes.

But at this moment, Wang Xiaoming returned the parchment to Yang Jian.

After receiving the human skin paper, Yang Jian was a little surprised:

"Don't look anymore? It's not an hour yet, it's just over 20 minutes."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head, put on his glasses again, and said calmly:
"I already know what I should know, and I know what I shouldn't know. There is no need to read on."

Yang Jian repacked the parchment paper, picked up the luggage bag and got out of the car:
"Professor Wang, I have to say that you are very smart."

"Just think you're praising me."

Wang Xiaoming got off the car, looked at Yunjuan Yunshu above the sky, turned around and said to Li Jun:
"Let Mr. Qin go to the circle of friends and say that I need ghost scissors. I'm borrowing them, and I will return them when I use them up."

Li Jun, who just got off the car, was a little speechless when he heard this. He looked at Yang Jian, thought for a while and said:
"After Yang Jian has finished selecting the supernatural items, let Mr. Qin go there."

"Alright." Wang Xiaoming nodded, and then said to Yang Jian:
"Come on, I'll take you to pick out the supernatural items. After you've picked them out, someone will take you to a resting place. There will be a meeting in a few days, and you will be notified to attend."

"You can visit Dajing City in the past two days. You have plenty of time. Of course, you can also go to the training base to participate in training. These are all allowed."

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Yang Jian thought about it and agreed, but he didn't say anything, but followed him into the underground of the headquarters.

And the moment Yang Jian entered the headquarters with Ke Ke, in a room, an old man leaning on crutches suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes slightly deflected, and looked in one direction:
"come yet?"

　I’m not in a good mood recently, and I feel that there are some problems with my writing. I know you are wondering why you can’t see the protagonist after so many chapters. This is because the plot of Ghost Painting and the plot of Dajing City are together, so I will now If you are not satisfied with the description of the situation in Dajing City, you will not be satisfied. I have to change the outline recently. The author made a fool of himself and spoiled it in the group.

　　So the author will write novels honestly in the future, and forget about spoilers.

　　
　
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