Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 396 Zhou Zheng's Arbitrary Claim

Seventh Chinese and foreign.

Hearing that the middle-aged uncle said that Yang Jian often came to buy roasted gluten, Lin Qian naturally didn't believe it. If this guy has money and doesn't go online, what kind of roasted gluten should he buy?

He would believe Zhang Wei if it was said.

"Is that so? This means that Uncle, your baked gluten is still delicious."

Lin Qian didn't try to expose his lies. If he was too honest, he would have no business.

"Of course, my roasted gluten is the best in the neighborhood." The middle-aged uncle laughed; "Ten sticks of roasted gluten are ready, I'll add more spiciness for you."

"Well, thank you."

Lin Qian looked at the ten skewers of grilled gluten in front of him. They tasted very good and looked good. They looked delicious.

Pick up a bunch and put it in your mouth, well, the taste is exactly the same as the ones you have eaten before.

Looking at the No. [-] Middle School with the sound of books in the distance, the No. [-] Middle School has not experienced the ghost knocking incident at this moment.

But in terms of time, it is also fast.

"Go and see the immature Yang Jian, the current Yang Jian still has humanity, and in this world without me, he will not be affected by the tricky bride."

Lin Qian wanted to see if Yang Jian in this world would think of a way to deal with a horrible supernatural event, or run away.

He is very interested in this.

Yang Jian in his world was seriously affected by him and the tricky bride. Not to mention that his humanity had not completely disappeared, there were still signs of recovery.

That's not right, at least not in the world of mystical resurgence.

Just do it.

"Boss, this is the money for roasting gluten. You can see if it is enough."

Lin Qian took out 20 yuan and put it on the table, then picked up the remaining uneaten roasted gluten and stood up. According to memory, a skewer of roasted gluten costs [-] yuan.

Ten strings of 20 yuan is just right.

"Enough, enough."

The middle-aged uncle accepted the brand new 20 yuan bill with a smile on his face.

Lin Qian smiled and said nothing, turned around and walked towards No.[-] Middle School.

The streets are bustling with people, and under the setting sun, everything is beautiful.

This is the beginning of a story.

One begins the story in seventh.

"Students, hello everyone, my name is Zhou Zheng, and I am an Interpol. I am very glad to be standing here alive today to give you a lecture."

Ghost~!

"Someone said that the end of science is theology. This sentence is absolutely true. Students, you have to believe in some things now. In recent years, supernatural events in various countries have shown explosive growth. It is no longer just one or two incidents. It is a problem, but it is gradually evolving into a global catastrophe. If this situation is not effectively controlled, the whole world may have no future in the future."

A hoarse voice sounded in the classroom. This somewhat superstitious speech made the students in the classroom feel confused, including Yang Jian of course.

"Zhou Zheng?"

Lin Qian stood by the window outside the classroom, quietly looking at Zhou Zheng on the podium, or he should be looking at the ghost in Zhou Zheng's stomach, the little starving ghost.

"Since ghosts cannot be killed and possess extraordinary abilities, combining these two situations, we can raise a question. How can ordinary people survive if they are targeted by ghosts? This is the key point. I hope you will keep it in mind." , forever, preferably forever.”

Insight into the law of ghosts.

"Everything has rules to find, and ghosts are no exception. According to research data, every ghost has an almost fixed way of killing and acting, just like a computer program. You press the power button to start the computer. Run, you click the mouse to open the software, overcome fear, gain insight into the laws of ghosts, and find flaws, this is the only chance for ordinary people to survive being targeted by ghosts."

"Remember, if you are found by ghosts, you have no other way to survive except this way. Don't take chances. The horror of that thing is beyond your imagination."

Looking at the chalk writing Zhou Zheng wrote on the blackboard, Lin Qian looked back at the corridor behind him, something was coming.

A very familiar ghost, he had eaten it before.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

Insight into the law of ghosts.

These three words written on the blackboard opened an era,
Lin Qian turned around and leaned against the window, and lit a cigarette. He didn't know what kind of person could write such a desperate novel setting.

How good would it be if the author had written that ghosts could be killed?
Looking at the dilapidated and mottled corridor, Lin Qian exhaled a puff of smoke, and the old man who started the story slowly walked out of the darkness.

Those empty eyes and face covered with corpse spots are the beginning of fear.

The lights in the classroom began to flicker, and Zhou Zheng's expression suddenly became extremely vigilant.

"Yang Jian, what are you doing standing up, sit down quickly, don't disturb the classroom discipline."

The teacher's voice sounded in the classroom, Lin Qian looked back and found Yang Jian standing on the seat staring out the window.

Lin Qian glanced at the door knocker walking past her, and lightly exhaled the smoke on its face, it didn't know anything about it.

"Yang Jian, don't sit down yet, didn't you hear what I said? How dare you disturb the safety lecture?"

"Ah~!"

"It stinks, Su Lei, why is there a lump of Xiang on your table?"

"Impossible, how could there be a ghost domain in the school at this time?"

"Fang Jing, what's your ghost name?"

Voices rang out one after another in the classroom, from the teacher, from classmates, and of course from Zhou Zheng.

Lin Qian shook his head, he didn't care about these things, he looked at the flustered Yang Jian, and felt a little hopeful in his heart.

"It will take a while, I will go to see the Lord of Ghost Eyes first."

Lin Qian estimated the time slightly, and thought it would be enough.

After all, it took some time for them to flee for their lives, and Yang Jian would be pushed to death with both hands.

Thinking of this, Lin Qian patted the old man standing at the door of the classroom: "Work hard, your golden coffin will be indispensable in the future."

After encouraging Grandpa Qian Wanhao, Lin Qian went straight downstairs, and not long after he left, the back door of the classroom was pushed open.

A middle-aged man walked out of it, Lin Qian looked back, and already knew who this person was in his heart, it was Teacher Wang.

Ugh……

Poor Teacher Wang, just received the lunch box. Looking at Teacher Wang who disappeared into the darkness, Lin Qian mourned for him for a second in his heart.

Once upon a time, he was also a good and conscientious teacher, but one day, he met Qian Wanhao's grandfather.

Decaying walls, floors starting to crack, and...

thump, thump, thump...

"Ah! Dead!"

bang...

There was the sound of the floor breaking, and the sound of flesh being pierced by steel bars.

Then came loud shouts and hurried footsteps.

"Impossible, can you still move after being restricted by me?"

"Let's go, let's go, get out of here before Huangquan appears, I'll stay here to hold this thing back."

Following Zhou Zheng's furious roar.

Lin Qian smiled and disappeared into the darkness.

Hongfa Temple.

In the darkness, there was a tree, a pale tree that grew like bones.

On the tree are tattered human skins, dirty cloth strips, mummified heads, and weird paper banners.
And a shadow, a shadow with the outline of a person, as if condensed from the darkness.

The tall black figure was motionless, hanging upside down on a tree with its head turned to the ground.

If you look carefully, you can see that there is an iron nail as thick as an adult's arm nailed to the chest of this black shadow. No, to be exact, it should be a coffin nail commonly used by the people. The coffin nail has been nailed to the tree for many years, and it is full of rust. , as if to break.

Tick, tick~!

Dark thick blood flowed out from the shadow.

Lin Qian looked at the Lord of Ghost Eyes nailed to the bone tree, and he looked it up and down. This was the first time Lin Qian saw the mysterious Lord of Ghost Eyes.

Lin Qian glanced at the border of the darkness, there was an eyeball with a strange red light, and the blood and ghosts emanating from it were very impressive.

"There is no deviating world, and the level of terror of this ghost is only higher than that of me before."

Lin Qian walked around the bone tree, the spirit was suppressed, but Lin Qian could feel that it could leave at any time, this rusty coffin could not nail it.

"It's really a mysterious existence. I can't see what your law of killing is. It's interesting."

Lin Qian looked at the fluttering soul banners. The pale bone tree was very evil. This tree, including but not limited to everything on it, was a ghost.

The bone tree is a ghost, the mummified head is a ghost, the paper banner is a ghost, the tattered human skin is a ghost, even the most inconspicuous cloth is a ghost.

"There is still something missing. There are only shadows and no corpses. Are you waiting for Yang Jian in the future?"

Thinking of the human skin paper that appeared near Yang Jian, Lin Qian had some guesses in his heart.

"Yang Jian's life seems to be arranged."

Lin Qian suddenly had such an idea in his heart. If he thinks about it carefully, the chances of it are very high. Many things can be seen from the cowardly batch of human skins.

Obviously afraid of being left in the ghost of the door knocker, but did not tell Fang Jing that the door knocker will come to school today, which is very wrong.

Lin Qian wouldn't believe it if there was no one behind it.

tread, tread...

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from the darkness in the distance. Lin Qian looked back and saw a student wearing a school uniform with a flustered face and holding a mobile phone running towards this side quickly.

"Yang Jian is here."

Lin Qian put his hands in his pockets and looked at Yang Jian who was running wildly for his life. Behind him, an old man was following him at a leisurely pace.

It's the knocker.

"There's nothing to see. Go and see Zhou Zheng and see if you can get something out of his mouth."

Lin Qian turned his head and stared at the figure hanging upside down from the bone tree, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness without saying anything.

What happened next was very simple. Yang Jian saw what the red light was, was parasitized by ghost eyes, and finally became a ghost driver. Lin Qian was very familiar with this plot.

"Who are you? How did you come out of the classroom."

A pale and skinny man in a windbreaker sat leaning against the corridor, looking at Lin Qian walking out of the classroom with a pair of bloodshot eyes with some vigilance.

"The ghost in me, do you feel a little familiar?"

Lin Qian leaned against the classroom door, smiling and looking at Zhou Zheng who was about to revive the ghost.

"familiar?"

Feeling the traces of supernatural power released by Lin Qian, Zhou Zheng's pupils suddenly constricted: "Ghost baby... No, it's impossible, there won't be two identical ghosts in this world..."

"Half of the answers are correct, but this is not a ghost baby, this is a starving ghost."

Lin Qian calmly lit a cigarette, very leisurely.

"Are you also Interpol? Are you sent by the headquarters to support?" Zhou Zheng stared at Lin Qian, his eyes were more than just vigilant.

"You want to know my identity?"

Lin Qian smiled: "Well, tell me why you came here to promote supernatural recovery, and I will tell you my identity. You should know that the Interpol headquarters does not allow ordinary people to be informed of the existence of ghosts at this time, let alone Don’t tell me you are coming to the school to promote it.”

"Did someone call you here, or was there some other reason that led you to come here to promote?"

"Tell me, I've been interested in this for a long time."

Lin Qian pushed his glasses, and the blood-colored pupils flashed away in Zhou Zheng's eyes.

Hearing this question, Zhou Zheng was a little silent, and it took a long time before he said: "You know the headquarters and the policies of the headquarters, and these are enough to prove that you are an Interpol."

"I can answer the question you asked, but you must ensure that the students here can survive."

Zhou Zheng was staring at Lin Qian, his expression distorted by the physical pain, but even so, he was still worried about the safety of the students here.

Looking at Zhou Zheng's squirming abdomen, Lin Qian remained silent, nodded after thinking for a while and said, "Don't worry, I will survive."

Hearing this, Zhou Zheng nodded, as if he was relieved: "Actually, I made this propaganda on my own initiative. My idea is very simple, just let them know how to survive from the hands of ghosts, and don't worry about it." There was no other thought, and no one else asked me to."

"That's the way it is, it's not calculated."

"Is that so, then it's really intentional and unintentional, Mr. Qin is really good." Lin Qian thought in his heart.

"Okay, I see, thank you for your cooperation, then I won't disturb your last time."

Lin Qian snuffed out the cigarette butt, threw it in the darkness, and then walked downstairs under Zhou Zheng's gaze. He wanted to see if there was any difference in that piece of human skin.

"We must let those children live! Definitely!"

Zhou Zheng looked at Lin Qian with expectations in his eyes.

Hearing this, Lin Qian waved his hand and disappeared into the darkness without looking back to say some comforting words.

Of course there are people who will survive, but not so many.

(End of this chapter)