Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 267 Wang Xiaoming's Expectation
In Ping An Hotel, in the senior headquarters suite, Yang Jian put the luggage bag on the sofa, glanced at Ke Ke who was lying on the bed, and shook his head without paying much attention.

After tidying up his things briefly, Yang Jian sat down on the sofa with his back resting on it, looking calmly at the prosperity outside the window.

The room was very dark, Yang Jian didn't turn on the light, because it was unnecessary, he liked the feeling in the darkness.

Quiet without being disturbed, just watching the tempting sunset outside.

This made him feel relaxed and at ease, because the hustle and bustle outside told him that this place was safe, and no supernatural events had happened.

I don't know when it started, Yang Jian likes lively scenes, but he doesn't want to be a part of them, because he is already a different kind, he rejects the public, and of course the public will reject him.

Watching from afar, thinking calmly, hiding in the dark, that's enough.

"Zhang Hao has already figured out the matter, and it went smoothly without any accidents. What did the fat man ask and say, and there is indeed more than one soul bottle."

"This is very interesting. Let Zhang Hao follow up. It's best if you can get the rest of the soul bottles. If you can't get them, it's okay."

Yang Jian thought secretly:

"I exchanged the ghost rope from Wang Xiaoming for the coffin nail. False, although this thing has some side effects, but I can completely ignore it, and because it is not a real coffin nail, there is no such thing as being nailed to death by the coffin nail, so you can't use the supernatural power risks of."

"Overall, this thing was completely born to suppress the recovery of ghosts."

"I have to say that Wang Xiaoming is really a genius. He deserves to be Professor Bruce Pi. It's not as simple as a little too much."

Yang Jian lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. Looking at the rising smoke, Yang Jian's eyes were slightly loose. No wonder Lin Qian likes to smoke so much. It's really good to smoke when thinking about things.

The sunset outside the window is slowly sinking, the noise of the city is fading, the night is falling, and the room is getting darker and darker.

boom! boom! boom!
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, Yang Jian frowned instantly, turned to look at Ke Ke, and found that she was still sleeping soundly, so he felt relieved.

Yang Jian knocked on the door with a cigarette butt, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole, but there was no one outside.

But the knocking continued.

Yang Jian frowned, if it wasn't for the wrong frequency of the knock on the door, he would have thought there was another ghost knock on the door.

"No one saw anyone, but the door was knocked all the time? What is this? Didn't J City say that there were no supernatural events? Could it be that I just happened to be unlucky? Or...someone is playing with me?"

After waiting for a while, the knock on the door still didn't stop.

It was as if a person had been standing outside knocking on the door.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and opened the door after thinking about it.

He still doesn't believe that there will be supernatural events in the Peace Hotel in City J, and he still has some confidence in the ability of the headquarters, so that he won't be unable to cover it even when he comes to City J.

I saw that there was no one outside through the cat's eyes, but as the door opened, an ordinary-looking man showed a stiff smile and stood there strangely like a corpse.

"Ghost? No, it's a ghost master."

Yang Jian stared at this plain-looking man, frowning:

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, hello, my name is Zhang Lei. This time I came to J city to participate in training. It's like this. I heard that Guiyan Yangjian just checked into the hotel, so I came to visit out of curiosity. I hope I didn't treat you cause inconvenience."

"Zhang Lei? Ghost eater?"

Yang Jian remembered this person as soon as he thought about it, and made a way for him to come in:
"I heard that you are very special. You control a ghost that can eat ghosts?"

Hearing this, Zhang Lei was slightly surprised:
"I didn't expect you to have seen my file."

"I've seen a ghost eater before, but his temper is not as good as mine. If he is here, you may be eaten before you come in if you knock on the door recklessly."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhang Lei stopped coming in, thought for a while and gave up his plan to enter the room:

"Are you talking about Lin Qian, the person in charge of Dajiang City who controlled the starving ghost?"

Yang Jian laughed, you know the feelings:
"It's him, why do you want to talk to him?"

Yang Jian looked Zhang Lei up and down, the spiritual fluctuations are not too big, it should not be too strong, if this guy dares to appear in front of Lin Qian, if there is no accident, 100% of the ghosts on him will be gone.

Ghosts that can eat ghosts are rare.

"Lin Qian? Has he come to Dajing City? If so, can you introduce me? The ghost on my body is a bit like a starving ghost, so I want to ask him for advice."

"Of course, I know that you have also come into contact with starving ghosts. If it is convenient for you, can you tell me some specific information about starving ghosts."

When Yang Jian heard Zhang Lei's words, his expression became extremely strange. Would you recommend Lin Qian?If Lin Qian comes to Dajing City, you still need my recommendation?

I'm afraid it wasn't Lin Qian who ran to you right away, and then you might not want to see Lin Qian now, but shouted loudly, don't come here!
Hearing what Zhang Lei said later, Yang Jian looked at Zhang Lei's expectant expression, looked at the sky, shook his head and said:
"I don't have time today, let's do it tomorrow."

Yang Jian didn't refuse immediately, but passed the time a little bit.

"Is that so? Well, I'll visit you tomorrow. I'm sorry for disturbing you just now."

Zhang Lei's stiff smile twitched twice before he barely put it away, then turned and left.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's eyes froze slightly: "I can't even control my expression? It's like a completely stiff corpse. His condition is not very good."

"Ghost eater?"

"Hehe, ghosts can only be eaten by starved ghosts, and ghosts can be swallowed by human skin."

As a ghost master, why can Zhang Lei eat ghosts?Do you really think that ghosts are a dish, and you can eat it if you want?
Even if a ghost master randomly puts ghosts into his body, what he brings is definitely not as simple as controlling two ghosts or three ghosts, but immediate death.

Not everyone is Lin Qian, Lin Qian can directly put two or three ghosts into the body of an ordinary person, and then forcibly suppress them to form a balance, thus giving birth to a top ghost master.

This is how Zhang Hao came.

Although Zhang Lei's ability to eat ghosts is not mentioned in the file, it does not affect Yang Jian's judgment. He can guess this kind of situation. There is an advantage in being in contact with Lin Qian for a long time, and his vision will become very high and long-term.

"Currently, there are only two possibilities. Either Li Gui deliberately kept him alive, like Zhao Kaiming deliberately collected Li Gui, and in the end it was only to brew a more terrifying existence."

"Either... that ghost is terrifying, but it won't take a few times for the ghost to revive."

"However, no matter what the situation is, you can't have too much contact with him. This kind of person will not bring benefits, but will only cause trouble."

"He is still polite to me. Is he so polite because he has come into contact with starving ghosts and knows the person who controls them?"

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly:

"He is afraid of me, but also wants to find a solution to the ghost's recovery from me, or should he use me as a springboard to seek Lin Qian's help?"

"I do have some ideas."

Yang Jian shook his head and closed the door:
"If you want to get in touch with Lin Qian, don't be kidding. If the ghost you control doesn't have the ability to eat ghosts, maybe you can get in touch with him. It's a pity that you are not very lucky, and you just ran into it."

"If you meet Lin Qian, you won't be able to keep the ghost on your body. Whether you can survive is a question."

Yang Jian walked back to the sofa and sat down. It was getting late, the neon lights were shining, and the nightlife of the city had begun.

Leaning on the sofa, Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. After the contact just now, he also knew what state the ghost master was in now.

"It seems that they are all a virtue. They are all desperately trying to find a way to survive. If you compare it this way, I am better. At least I know the way to survive."

"And they all have to rely on the 30.00% success rate of the headquarters. If they win the bet, they will get a chance to breathe. If they lose the bet..."

Thinking of this, Yang Jian smiled, losing the bet and losing everything:
"I'm really envious of Lin Qian. Basically, I don't have to worry about the ghost recovering. Although I was chased and killed by the tricky bride, it's nothing."

"If only I were like Lin Qian, as long as I'm as ghostly and perfect as him, that's fine. As for the tricky bride, forget it, it's fine to be single."

Thinking of Lin Qian's tragic experience, the corners of Yang Jian's mouth couldn't stop curling up, and he entered the ghost painting at the beginning. After coming out of it, he was trapped by the ghost cupboard within a few days, and then began to be chased and killed by the tricky bride.

This experience is enough to write a novel...

Yang Jian laughed unscrupulously:
"This is the price for gaining great strength. Lin Qian, Lin Qian, my wife and children will be very happy when they are hot on the bed."

Thinking of that scene, Yang Jian wanted to laugh in his heart, he couldn't be too happy.

The night fell quickly, and the night scene in the city was bright. Yang Jian was lazily leaning on the sofa, with red light in his eyes.

The light of the neon lights outside shone through the room, and a black shadow appeared very clearly in the room.

This black shadow stretched very long behind Yang Jian, and it was reflected strangely on the wall behind.

Even if the light outside disappeared, the shadow was still there, and no matter how you looked at it, the shadow was always missing a head, resulting in a weird imperfection.

And under Yang Jian's flesh, there are strands of scarlet things dormant, exuding a faint red light, faintly appearing in the darkness through the flesh.

The red spot is like a brand on the body, lingering, like the curse of an evil spirit, accompanying it for a lifetime.

In controlling the two ghosts, he has actually reached his limit.

Ghost Eye is on the verge of recovery, and Headless Ghost Shadow has also fully recovered, but it is currently dead.

But the ghost's instinct is still there.

Once instinct overcomes the consciousness of a living person, that is the moment when Yang Jian completely becomes a ghost.

But now there is no need to worry about anything, a coffin nail can perfectly solve this kind of problem.

Brainless suppression of three ghosts is not just talk.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the room was very quiet, except for the occasional sound of Coco's sleep, there was no other sound.

But it is said that on a certain street, there are feasting lights on both sides, and ordinary people pass by talking and laughing. Dajing City at night is beautiful and more prosperous.

The shops on the street are hung with flashing neon signs, and the lights change colors regularly, which is particularly conspicuous in the night.

On the green trees on both sides of the street, light tubes are wrapped around them, and colorful lights are intertwined on the trees, which looks radiant.

Pedestrians walked on the street in thick down jackets, with smiles on their faces, and the light reflected on their faces was particularly soft.

Cars passing by on the road, the sound of the horn of the vehicle is very noisy, but it is not disturbing.

A man and a woman walked through a street talking and laughing, holding hands. The man talked about the future and planned what to do in the future, while the woman looked at the man with longing eyes, her eyes sparkling.

The two of them walked without noticing that the lights on the tree were flickering, and a darkness slowly appeared. With the appearance of this darkness, the surrounding lights dimmed involuntarily, revealing a strange feeling faintly. .

A figure appeared in the darkness at the end of the street, quietly watching the neon lights outside the street.

This change is silent, no one notices, and no one knows.

In the headquarters and the laboratory, Wang Xiaoming stared at a piece of spirit tablet placed in front of the ghost coffin with an extremely solemn expression.

Two big blood-red characters were written on the spiritual tablet with an unknown paint.

Satellite view.

"Old Qin, pay attention to the situation later, as soon as Wei Jing successfully leaves the ghost coffin, bring him out immediately."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Old Qin who was standing next to the ghost coffin and said in a solemn tone.

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Mr. Qin nodded towards Wang Xiaoming, did not speak, just stared at the coffin lid of the ghost coffin, waiting silently.

Li Jun looked at the coffin in the safe room vigilantly, whether sparks were shining out of his body, he was ready to open the ghost realm at any time, and took Professor Wang Xiaoming away.

"Professor Wang, please pay attention to the distance, don't get too close to the safe house."

Li Jun looked at Wang Xiaoming standing in front of the special window of the safe house, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Qin is here to protect us."

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand and didn't care too much about his own safety. The research on the ghost coffin has made a breakthrough. Through the information given by the human skin paper, he finally knew what was wrong.

It turned out to be a bit short of a spiritual position.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming looked at a golden box on the table, which contained ghost scissors.

He specially asked Mr. Qin to borrow it from Moments, in order to cut off the connection between the ghost on Guo Fan's body and the spirit seat.

Only in this way can Wei Jing leave the ghost coffin. There is more than one ghost in the ghost coffin. As long as the ghost in the ghost coffin disappears, the ghost coffin will appear and start to give birth to a ghost.

So that's why Wei Jing didn't leave the coffin. There were ghosts competing for the ghost coffin. Wei Jing was a living person who couldn't fully integrate into the ghost coffin. This was the same situation as Feng Quan's at the beginning.

But now with the spirit seat, it is different, the ghost in the ghost coffin will be trapped in the spirit seat, so Wei Jing will come out of the coffin, and possess the supernatural power of the ghost coffin.

"Ghost guard Weijing, I don't know how strong it is."

Wang Xiaoming stared at the ghost coffin in the safe house with gleaming eyes, anticipating the next changes.

(End of this chapter)