Mystery came, I received a letter from Superman for help

Chapter 132
Yang Jian didn't expect the summoner to underestimate the enemy so much.

Spirit summoners don't bring supernatural items to the enemy, isn't that the same as summoners who go out without pets?

Kneel directly when encountering close combat.

Unfortunately, both Yang Jian and his cousin Xiaoyuan are in close combat!

Spiritualists can also be regarded as a kind of heterogeneity.

Although he was hung by the ghost rope, he was neither suffocated nor died.

"The current juniors really have no bottom line!"

The old man's vocal cords were strangled by the ghost rope, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out, hoarse and unpleasant, like a ghost wailing.

He stared at Yang Jian with cold eyes and an ugly face.

It seems that he did not expect Yang Jian to sneak attack an old man even though he was young but didn't speak martial arts at all.

Yang Jian was unmoved, and said in a calm tone: "It may be because of the body mutation. Now I prefer to use my fists to solve problems instead of reasoning with people. I know there are many companions of yours in this town, but please believe me. , I can definitely kill you before they rush over to kill you. Therefore, in order not to cut off the inheritance of the soul caller from you, it is best not to consume my patience any more."

The soul caller fell silent when he heard this.

"You seem to know a lot about spiritualists?" he asked.

Yang Jian shook his head: "I will answer your question, but after you tell me the answer I knew first. Has He Yin'er been to Ghost Lake?"

"No." The spirit caller shook his head, "Little Yinzi went outside for training, seems to have joined some kind of headquarters, and is now dealing with supernatural events outside."

Yang Jian nodded: "Understood."

Before Yang Jian came to Taiping Ancient Town, he asked Yan Li to check He Yiner's information. She had been missing for a while.

Since the spirit caller said that she hadn't come back, it means she was trapped in the ghost post office.

Yang Jian remembered that He Yin'er was also one of the couriers on the fifth floor of the ghost post office.

Since he hasn't appeared for such a long time, he must have been trapped in the mission of delivering the letter.

This is good news for Yang Jian.

He Yin'er returned to Taiping Ancient Town after Ghost Lake lost control.

If she hasn't come back now, it means that the situation in Ghost Lake is not too bad.

At least for the time being there is no risk of getting out of control.

He came at just the right time.

For the first time, Yang Jian felt the benefits of foresight.

If he hadn't experienced all this in a dream, Yang Jian must have missed the opportunity to deal with this supernatural event before the ghost lake erupted.

"It's a pity the human skin."

Yang Jian thought of the human skin paper given to Wang Xiaoming.

The human skin paper is the strongest supernatural being that can predict the future that Yang Jian has ever seen.

The Haunted Closet is somehow inferior to it.

But it is a pity that Yang Jian has no way to completely control and control the human skin paper.

If the human skin paper can help, Yang Jian is even sure to completely clean up the supernatural events in the world.

"Do you know where Little Silver is?"

The soul caller heard something unusual in Yang Jian's tone.

Yang Jian nodded without hiding anything: "She should be trapped in some supernatural event, it's not a big problem, she can escape."

"You seem to be very optimistic about silver?" The spirit caller was even more strange.

Yang Jian pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "I can only say that I appreciate certain characteristics in her, but I don't like her personality."

Hearing this, the spirit caller fell silent.

The remaining good eye flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yang Jian got the answer he wanted, so he didn't make things difficult for the soul caller anymore.

He beckoned to the spirit caller.

The iron chains tied to the soul-caller lost their spirit and turned into a piece of rusty scrap iron.

The ghost rope also broke from the middle, turning into an ordinary grass rope.

thump!
The soul caller staggered and knelt on the ground.

Just as he was about to stand up, his neck suddenly felt cold, and a rusty butcher's knife was placed on his neck.

Cousin Xiaoyuan looked at him with a grin, with a nervous expression on her face.

"Don't move."

The spirit caller looked at her eyes, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

This feeling is like being targeted by a natural enemy. It is a kind of trembling and fear from the soul.

Yang Jian said, "Give me five yuan, and I'll take a boat to Ghost Lake."

When the spirit caller heard this, his eyes widened.

"There are only two of you, why do you need five yuan? And I can't sense any supernatural aura from you. Although I don't know how you did it, you don't need to pay for a boat ride in this situation! You want By boat, only one yuan is enough!"

Yang Jian said seriously: "This is my reward for answering your question just now."

When the spirit caller heard this, his emotions became incoherent: "When did I ask you a question?"

Yang Jiandao: "You asked two questions. One is whether I know where He Yin'er is, and the other is whether I have a good opinion of her. Only five yuan is charged for the two questions, which is a good deal."

"You also need to charge money?" The summoner's face turned dark, "Why don't you go grab it?"

Yang Jian frowned, thought for a moment, nodded seriously, then looked at the soul caller, and said, "Rob!"

Spirit caller: "."

His breathing quickened, his chest rose and fell rapidly.

Since he became a spirit caller, he no longer has the emotions of a normal person.

But when he met Yang Jian today, he couldn't help it.

The soul caller has never seen such an angry person in his life!
"Too deceiving!"

Just as the spirit caller was about to speak, a bone-piercing chill suddenly flashed across the blade of the butcher's knife on his neck.

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Spirit caller: "Let go of me, I'll get you money."

Yang Jian twitched his lips and said with a smile: "It's great, everyone saves time."

After speaking, he waved his hand, signaling Xiaoyuan to let go of the spirit caller.

Yang Jian was not worried that he would go back on his word.

The soul caller is an old senior who has been famous for decades. He has a temper, has a bottom line, and will not contradict what he says, which is different from him.

Xiaoyuan took the knife away from the spirit summoner's neck, the spirit summoner stood up, and limped into the hall.

Not long after, he came out, holding a handwritten five yuan in one hand, and a spiritual tablet in the other.

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched.

The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are immortal.

This old guy actually has a spirit seat, and it's obvious that he is guarding against him.

What about trust between people?
"Give!"

The spirit caller held up the five yuan in front of Yang Jian, his face darkened.

Yang Jian motioned for Xiaoyuan to take it.

The old guy was tricked so badly by him just now, maybe he might engage in a sneak attack like him.

Yang Jian's body is human, so it's better to keep a distance from the old guy.

very smooth.

Xiaoyuan reached out and took the money, but the spirit caller didn't sneak up on her.

Yang Jian looked at the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and felt a little embarrassed, but there was nothing unusual on his face.

"Let's go, the old man don't give it away."

Yang Jian took the money from Xiaoyuan's hand, waved to the spirit caller, turned and left the ancestral hall.

"Young man, don't you even leave a name?"

The spirit caller's voice was hoarse and cold, as if he had a piece of ice in his throat.

"The old man admits to being killed. At that time, he wanted to know which expert he was planted in, so that he wouldn't be a wronged ghost after he died."

Yang Jian paused, and waved his hands without looking back.

"My name is Zhang Wei. When I have time, I will come to Dahai City as a guest. I will treat you well."

(End of this chapter)