Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 295

"There are still too few people, and now supernatural events are happening frequently, and two people can't handle them at all."

Lin Qian took back the ghost domain, stepped out, and came to the top floor of a building.

From this point of view, people are like ants crawling in the steel forest.

If you don't look carefully, you can't tell whether it is a person or a car.

Lin Qian sat on the edge with a calm expression, thinking about something quietly.

I heard that Yang Jian and Ye Zhen fought, and I don't know who won. I heard that the fight was so loud that several buildings were knocked down.

Fortunately, those high-rise buildings have returned to their original state. It should be Yang Jian who restarted those high-rise buildings. As for the outcome of the two, it is unclear.

It is estimated that it is choking enough, and the two should be evenly matched.

Ye Zhen is such a jerk, he died on him after being so far away.

How outrageous is this ghost?
"Bad friend."

Lin Qian sighed, this guy is simply incompetent.

This is probably a daily cheating operation...

It is estimated that Yang Jian also discovered Ye Zhen's method, but he stopped fighting with him after a while.

To be honest, fighting a rogue is simply not too brain-dead.

Lin Qian shook her head, no longer thinking about these things, and took out an old yellowed paper from her pocket.

The paper is very delicate, not human skin, but a piece of sheepskin, and it is also the skin of a ghost.

"Ghost sheep? Really interesting."

Lin Qian stroked the sheepskin. This was one of the ghosts that appeared in Dajiang City.

That is the origin of the paper floating from nowhere on the street.

"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

"whether"

Lin Qian looked at the crooked handwriting on it and smiled. This thing was taken from a teenager.

That young man had a sense of justice, and actually used this thing to fight for justice. Even though he had been influenced by Li Gui, he still insisted on this idea.

He was amused at the time.

Isn't this a standard moral dog?
This guy sees a couple, as long as he thinks the girl looks good, he thinks the man is not good enough for the girl.

Then kill the man openly and aboveboard, and then use supernatural powers to influence the woman, making her follow him and become one of his women.

He also had a good name for saving them from the fire and water, only he was worthy of them.

When the starving ghost found him, he was playing games with seventeen or eighteen women on the bed...

This is just one of them. After reading the guy's memory, Lin Qian ignored the guy's begging for mercy, and simply let the starving ghost swallow the kid.

This guy is powerful enough, these three views are more crooked than the crooked old tree.

There is nothing wrong with other teachers teaching students, but they just said in class that they should do their own things. What's wrong with that?
There's nothing wrong with it, but this guy is really outrageous. He went to the door in the middle of the night, killed the teacher on the spot, and then took the teacher's wife and daughter into the harem in a grandiose manner.

At the end, he even comforted himself, this kind of teacher is simply not worthy of being a human being...

Actually asking others to do their own things, he is a teacher, how could he do this...

He said a lot of things like that...

At that time, Lin Qian was a little confused. Are all the teenagers with this kind of virtue now?
outrageous...

Fortunately, Fang Chengshi was too busy during this time, otherwise he would have died a long time ago based on the noise made by this kid, and it would be his turn to deal with these matters.

"When you see this kind of thing in the future, just kill it. It's not good for your brain if you see too much. It's outrageous... My three views are not that crooked."

Lin Qian muttered:
"This kind of rubbish, you have to pay attention in the future, and you must never appear on my site. I will talk to Fang Chengshi later, and I have to make arrangements. As long as you encounter such a fool, the armed personnel can kill them directly, no matter what. Is it an ordinary person?"

"I'm taking a good look at Dajiang City, how could such a thing appear..."

"Destroying Lao Tzu's image..."

Lin Qian cursed a few words, lowered her head and stared at the parchment in her hand, then smiled and said:
"You ask me if I believe in ghosts in the world?"

"Of course I believe it, how could I not believe it, because I am."

Lin Qian opened his mouth wide, his blood-colored fangs were ferocious and terrifying, he ignored the ever-changing handwriting on the sheepskin, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Garbage, a thing that has failed as a different kind, dares to cause trouble in my Dajiang City, and does not know how to live or die."

Lin Qian licked the corner of his mouth, the taste is really good, it is not a human thing, he likes to eat it the most...

Lin Qian patted the ashes on his hands, smiled, sat up, looked up at the golden sun in the sky, and narrowed his eyes:
"Make some arrangements, and then go to Huanghe Village. Where there is something coming out, join in the fun. I heard from the file sent back by the person in charge over there that an ancient coffin is about to come out of the Yellow River."

"Go and see... Maybe I can eat it..."

Lin Qian licked her lips, not full, there are too few ghosts in Dajiang City...

Dajing City, headquarters.

"There is no need to send the captain to Huanghe Village, Lin Qian will go there tomorrow."

In the meeting room, there were only a few people, Wang Xiaoming, Li Jun, Lu Zhiwen, Shen Liang, Cao Yanhua, and Li Chunfeng.

"Is that so, then there is really no need to send the captain there."

"However, Lin Qian didn't have anything to do there. It seems that the headquarters didn't let him go on a business trip." Cao Yanhua asked with some doubts.

Cao Yanhua's question was also the question of others, and everyone looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the main seat holding a black book.

"He's going to deliver the letter." The middle-aged man looked at the black notebook in his hand and said casually.

Hearing this answer, everyone present understood what was going on.

Ghost post office.

Wang Xiaoming pushed his glasses, his eyes flickered slightly, and looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man seemed to have expected it, and said without thinking:
"You have to ask that kid about this matter. If he agrees, everything will be easy to talk about."

"Is that so...I see..."

Wang Xiaoming was not surprised either, and said with a smile.

His idea is actually very simple. He wants to take over the ghost post office, but he doesn't know if Lin Qian will agree.

"Li Jun, contact Lin Qian, I'll talk to him." Wang Xiaoming said.

Li Jun nodded, without saying anything, immediately took out the satellite positioning mobile phone and started to contact.

At this moment, Lin Qian, who was looking up at Jin Yang, suddenly received a call, frowned, and looked at the contact person.

Wang Xiaoming?
After thinking about it, he connected the phone.

"what's up."

"Is it Team Lin? I'm Li Jun. Professor Wang wants to discuss something with you." Li Jun's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Professor Wang, he asked me to discuss something? What is it?"

Lin Qian was puzzled, what did Wang Xiaoming want to discuss with him?

"Let Professor Wang tell you about this." Li Jun said.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice rang from the phone.

"I'm Wang Xiaoming. Here's the thing. Lin Qian, do you have any idea to let the headquarters take over the ghost post office?"

Wang Xiaoming is very direct, straight to the point, and he has always been like this.

Hearing that this was being said, Lin Qian suddenly realized that it was for this.

Lin Qian thought about it for a while, but did not answer immediately. The ghost post office is now the key to revive Xiaoyue, and the headquarters cannot take over the takeover for the time being.

However, after Xiaoyue is resurrected, it is also possible to take over, but...

Thinking of this, Lin Qian smiled and said:

"Yes, but not now. You guys have to wait until I finish handling the matter, and the ghost post office is already managed by someone. If the headquarters wants to take over the ghost post office, you still have to find her."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if your negotiations don't go well. It's not impossible to kill her."

Hearing Lin Qian's answer, Wang Xiaoming was silent, and after a while he opened his mouth and said:
"No conditions? I thought you were going to offer some conditions. This is not your style."

"No conditions? How is it possible? Who do you think I am, Lin Qian? Am I the kind of impartial person? Of course not."

"The condition is very simple. After three months, all the strongest criminal police officers from the headquarters will be transferred to Dachuan City. My wedding is so big. How could there be only a dozen captains attending? It's too shabby."

"Remember, it's better to be of a different kind. If it's not a different kind, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter Okawa City."

After Lin Qian finished speaking, he hung up the phone. He would not give Wang Xiaoming a chance to repent.

After hanging up the phone, he was still worried, so he threw the satellite positioning phone into the ghost painting.

Headquarters.

Wang Xiaoming put down the phone silently, then turned to look at Li Jun and Lu Zhiwen, who looked up at the ceiling in a tacit understanding.

In the end, Li Jun couldn't stand Wang Xiaoming's eyes, and said:
"Professor Wang, I'm not an outlier, I can't enter Dachuan City, but Lu Zhiwen is, he can."

The corner of Lu Zhiwen's mouth twitched, and he looked straight at Li Jun with resentful eyes.

"It's okay, I will help you become a different kind." Wang Xiaoming said lightly.

Now Lu Zhiwen laughed, Li Jun was dumbfounded, he looked at Professor Wang a little confused.

"Professor Wang, I... I thank you." Li Jun finally choked out such a sentence.

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand and said:
"It's okay, you're welcome, this is what I should do."

Li Jun was completely silent, and there was no way to talk today.

The middle-aged man looked at this scene, smiled, and then continued to stare at the notebook in his hand.

interesting place.

Cao Yanhua and Shen Liang looked at Wang Xiaoming with strange expressions, Professor Wang would joke anytime.

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The Yellow River, the source river, the mother river, also known as the Zhuo River and the Hanging River.

It is an extremely magical river. The Yellow River was not called the Yellow River before, but Dahe.

It was after people saw the color of the water of the Yellow River that they called it the Yellow River.

The ancients mentioned this river in many poems.

For example, in a certain white, the water of the Yellow River came up from the sky and rushed to the sea without returning.

Like a certain king, the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city of Wanren Mountain.

And what, the sun ends behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea and so on.

The poems are beautiful, but this is only one of the reasons why the Yellow River is famous.

On the bank of the raging Yellow River, a young man stands on the edge.

A blood-red trench coat was rattled by the cold wind blowing from the river.

The young man looked calm, looking at the turbid river with deep eyes.

"Why are there so many ghosts? Is there anything wrong with this place?"

If someone can see the bottom of the water through the muddy river, they can find five or six black shadows in human shape moving slowly at the bottom of the water.

Judging from the direction in which these figures were moving, they were clearly walking towards the shore.

Judging by their speed, it takes about seven or eight days to land. That speed is slower than that of maggots.

Lin Qian glanced into the distance, and it was the same situation under those rivers.

"It's interesting."

Lin Qian held the river water, which was a little heavy.

The water was very gloomy, and a spirit permeated it, but a strange thing happened, after the water left the river, the spirit dissipated.

"Interesting, no doubt a big deal."

Lin Qian poured the water back into the river, looking at the turbulent river, his eyes flickered.

"This kind of handwriting is a bit scary."

Turn the entire middle and upper reaches of the Yellow River into a ghost river to limit the sudden appearance of ghosts.

And after the river water leaves the river section, it will lose its spirituality, so that it will not affect ordinary people.

It's really scary enough.

Lin Qian lowered his head and stared at the ghosts walking on the bottom of the river, his eyes flickering.

"Someone should come to clean it up, or just let these ghosts go ashore like this?"

Lin Qian looked around and saw that there was no one there, and there was still a long way to go to the nearest village.

"Let's take a look first. I don't know where the ghost coffin that is about to come out is. Can I see it now?"

Thinking this way, Lin Qian walked upstream.

The Yellow River is deep and windy, and boats are used to travel between the two sides of the river, which also gave rise to a profession, punters.

A small boat costs five yuan for a trip, and ten yuan for a round trip. It's very cheap, but it's safe, it depends on whether the passengers are taboo or not.

If the passengers are obedient, there is an 80.00% chance of passing safely. If they are not obedient... then it is hard to say.

Of course, this was in the past, and now that the technology is advanced, this kind of boat is no longer needed, so Lin Qian doesn't know that there is no such job now.

He can know this because he read some materials, folk customs, the records are not very detailed, which is normal.

Lin Qian is not in a hurry, it is only around five o'clock in the afternoon, and the genius is a little dim, but it will not affect anything.

Just walk slowly.

But after leaving for a while, Lin Qian heard someone calling him, the voice was indistinct and indistinct, but it was clear that he was calling him.

Lin Qian~

Lin Qian~

Lin Qian...

Lin Qian sighed, turned his head to see that there was no one there, then Lin Qian thought about it and tried to agree:
"I'm here, I'm here... If you call Nima, it's enough to call once? If you call me so many times, think I'm deaf?"

But at this moment, as Lin Qian agreed and answered the voice, a dark and abrupt appearance emerged.

The surroundings quickly dimmed, and then became pitch black. A footstep appeared, but disappeared immediately after it appeared. A man with a numb expression and dilated pupils appeared not far from Lin Qian.

He was walking slowly towards him.

Lin Qian sighed helplessly, snapped his fingers, and a starving ghost appeared and swallowed the ghost in one gulp.

"Giving someone's head from a thousand miles away is less gift than affection, I understand, understand."

The darkness faded quickly, and Lin Qian continued on his way as if nothing had happened. He forgot to say, on both sides of the Yellow River, don't go out at night, because walking at night is easy to run into ghosts.

Just like now, Lin Qian watched a child circling under a big tree. The flashlight in his hand was brightly lit, but it couldn't illuminate a one-meter range around him.

And that child looked terrified, but his pupils looked confused. It was obvious that this little guy had been beaten by ghosts and dazzled by ghosts.

Lin Qian looked at the little ghost squatting on the child's shoulder with interest, covering the child's eyes with his hands. He felt that if this little guy walked out by himself, he might become a ghost master.

Judging from this situation, it is very possible, and the possibility is not small.

Of course, this is only if he can go out.

"It's really interesting. Are there so many supernatural events in this place? And why do these ghosts seem more harmless than one?"

Lin Qian clicked his tongue in amazement, and turned his head to look in one direction. There was a flashlight flashing over there. It seemed that the little boy's family had come to find him.

Seeing this scene, and then looking at the little boy, Lin Qian suddenly became surprised:
"If the family of this little thing finds out, this little guy will either die or become a ghost master. If it's the former, how many people come and die. If it's the latter, it will be interesting."

"Forget it... my appetite... I'm in a good mood."

Lin Qian muttered, and a starving ghost appeared and tore off the ghost squatting on the little boy's shoulders. The kid didn't even have a chance to resist and was eaten.

With the disappearance of the ghost, the little boy seemed to be able to see his surroundings clearly, and he no longer circled around a tree.

But when he saw the surrounding scene clearly, he panicked immediately, but he heard his parents shouting, so he held back the fear in his heart.

"Here I am!"

The little boy shouted loudly, and the flashlight in his hand began to switch on and off rhythmically.

It looked like he was telling him where he was.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to walk forward. Huanghe Village was just ahead. If there were no accidents, he could still meet this little guy.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Qian never showed his face, and no one found him, except Li Gui.

"This place is a bit rampant, so many ghosts have come ashore?"

Lin Qian walked towards Huanghe Village, first to see what's going on over there.

Not long after Lin Qian left, the little boy was successfully found by his family.

Hearing the cry of joy from behind, Lin Qian curled her lips, but suddenly Lin Qian stopped, a little surprised, and turned her head to look in the previous direction.

At the same time, an old man in linen clothes exuding a faint corpse aura was looking at Lin Qian.

Those turbid eyes were a little permeable.

The old man was deep in the woods, not with the little boy's family, and it seemed that they hadn't found the old man either.

Lin Qian pouted, turned and left. From the beginning to the end, he never looked back.

The old man just watched him quietly until he disappeared into the darkness.

The old man didn't say anything, but also turned and left.

With everyone gone, the darkness shrouded the grove again.

Silence reappeared, the leaves swayed and rustled in the breeze.

(End of this chapter)