Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 10 Zhang Xianguang

Because there are ghosts.

The young man silently wrote these four words.

Looking at the neatly arranged writing on the blackboard, Lin Fan's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, and at the same time he quickly recovered. He was already mentally prepared to encounter a supernatural event here.

do not speak.

That is to say, the person who speaks will be attacked by ghosts.

This is very similar to a supernatural event encountered by Yang Jian in the original book, the file code name is "Quiet".

At first Xiao Yang thought that if he spoke, he would die, but later he discovered that there was actually a key word, and the key word that triggered the "Quietly" killing pattern was "ghost".

Now this supernatural.

Will there be keywords?
Lin Fan thought about the question, picked up the blackboard in the young man's hand again, and asked:

"Where is this? Why am I here?"

The young man immediately wrote down his answer, and after communicating on the blackboard, Lin Fan learned that this was a town named "Eighth Town".

The young man was visiting relatives from Dahan City, and he happened to pass by this small town. He did not expect that the Eighth Town at this time had become a dead and deserted land. He had picked up Lin Fan on the street.

As for why he knew about being haunted.

The youth did not elaborate.

However, Lin Fan caught a glimpse of his eyes turning into a strange pale color from time to time, with traces of supernatural power. He should be a kind-hearted young ghost driver who didn't want to reveal his identity.

Leaving aside the issue of identity, we will not talk about it for now.

According to the young man's description, the eighth town can only enter but not exit. It has clearly reached the end of the town, but it will return to the entrance of the town in the blink of an eye. This should be blocked by ghosts and ghosts.

The young man who was unable to go out carefully surveyed the town for a few days, and except for the comatose Lin Fan, he never saw another living person.

Being able to live safely in such a ghostly place, and summing up the law of killing people, it seems that he is not a mediocre person...

Lin Fan suddenly became curious about the young man in front of him who seemed to be teaching and educating, and wrote on the blackboard with his fingers:

"My name is Lin Fan, you are..."

The young man wrote while holding the blackboard:

"My name is Zhang Xianguang."

The name is pretty nice, but it's a pity that there won't be one in the future... Wait, he said his name is Zhang Xianguang? !

Lin Fan held his breath and looked at the young man seriously.

Zhang Xianguang, the son of Zhang Dong, the seventh elder of the Republic of China.

The second manager of the Ghost Post Office.

With the help of the ghost painting curse, he has survived for nearly a hundred years, and has planned for more than 20 years, trying to resurrect a certain ghost master from the past, and later stole the key ghost painting. If the protagonist Yang Jian did not stop him, maybe It worked.

most impressive.

It is the "Peach Blossom Spring" project planned by him. He wants to use the power of ghost paintings to turn the real world into a world of ghosts, and human beings will become residents of the world in the painting to achieve a certain degree of "peaceful coexistence" with ghosts. .

But this plan is completely palliative, not the root cause.

Once human beings choose to live in the world in the painting, it is no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Apart from these schemes and complex character relationships, Zhang Xianguang himself is also an extremely powerful ghost master.

The highlight record is facing six captains at the same time.

Yang Jian was also included.

If it wasn't for Yang Jian's father's backhand who played a vital role, it would have been difficult to turn the danger into a bargain.

Unexpectedly, he would meet this heavyweight. Lin Fan felt absurd as if he had encountered a late villain.

The current Zhang Xianguang is still very immature, he doesn't have the breezy and calm appearance in the original book, and the supernatural power in his body is not complete. No wonder he couldn't break through the ghosts in the eighth town and was trapped here.

Noticing Lin Fan's thoughtful eyes, Zhang Xianguang was a little puzzled, raised his hand and wrote on the blackboard:
"You seem to know me."

"You are very similar to a person I know, but he is not from Dahan City." Lin Fan responded quickly, coping with ambiguous answers. He was not sure whether the Zhang Xianguang in front of him was trustworthy, and it was impossible to say where he was from. future facts.

It turned out to be the case.

Although Zhang Xianguang could see that this young man who appeared suddenly and was wearing strange clothes was hiding some secrets, he didn't care, after all, they were just strangers who met by chance, and he also had his own secrets that he couldn't tell others.

"Brother Lin, where are you from?"

"Zhongshan City."

Lin Fan looked normal and sat up from the bed.

"Zhongshan City, Caesar Hotel."

It turned out to be... that place!
Zhang Xianguang's eyelids twitched, and he remembered that the old man had told him thousands of times that the Caesar Hotel in Zhongshan City is a very scary supernatural building, and there are endless ghosts in it. Even the top ghost masters cannot go to the top floor of the hotel. .

There are remnants of supernatural power on his body, but not much. He looks like an ordinary person who has been involved in supernatural events by mistake, but ordinary people don't know about that hotel. He is a very mysterious person...

Zhang Xianguang covered the letter hidden in his clothes with his palm, and looked at Lin Fan again, becoming more cautious. There is not much time left to deliver the letter. With his strength, it is difficult to escape from here. Maybe this person will break the game. The essential.

"It seems to be bluffed."

Lin Fan secretly exhaled.

As for how an ordinary person survives a supernatural event, that is to show his own value, so that the fellow ghost masters will not give up on you easily. Now that he has bluffed Zhang Xianguang, the two have the most basic dialogue qualifications.

Anyway, I still have a pocket watch...

Lin Fan touched his pocket confidently.

But felt empty.

His face changed drastically, and his pocket watch disappeared!

As a medium for me to travel to the timeline of the Republic of China, I can't find the pocket watch at this time, so can I go back?

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a sudden knocking of gongs outside the window.

The whimpering wind seemed to be chasing something. Amidst the violent beating of the gong, accompanied by coughing, the windows in the room finally couldn't bear the pressure, and opened with a "snap", revealing the street outside.

In the dark and dark street.

A hunched figure walked slowly towards here with a gong in hand. He held up the hand of the drum hammer, keeping the frequency of beating once and pausing for two seconds. The strange wind around him seemed to be echoing, tearing the swaying Lanterns, withered and yellow leaves flying all over the sky.

"That is……"

Lin Fan was not sure.

But Zhang Xianguang felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and quickly wrote on the blackboard: "It's a ghost fighting the watch! Hurry up and applaud with the rhythm of its watch, otherwise the curse of certain death will be triggered!"

Ghost fight?
Mortal curse?
That is to say, there is not only one supernatural event in the ghosts in Eighth Town, but also other ghosts?

Lin Fan suddenly thought of ghosts knocking on the door, or ghosts with a high enough supernatural level, which can enslave other ghosts.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Zhang Xianguang clapped his hands to the sound of the gong outside the house.

Lin Fan followed immediately.

Fortunately, it was just clapping hands. If the way to not trigger the law of killing ghosts is to talk, it is really unlucky.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The rickety figure gradually approached the inn.

It was a skinny old man.

He carried gongs and drums, wore sackcloth and filial piety on his body, stared blankly at the dark and stiff face, and kept scanning the houses with black roofs and white walls on both sides, coughing sickly.

"Would a watchman wear this kind of clothes?"

A question flashed in Lin Fan's heart.

But this is a ghost, there is no logic at all, and what clothes you wear will not matter.

Everything is just as Zhang Xianguang said.

After clapping hands to the sound of gongs and drums, the strange wind from outside did not rush in. Ghost Dageng passed the inn just like this, and was about to disappear at the intersection of the street.

But right now.

Ghost Dageng's footsteps stopped suddenly.

He looked back at the inn.

A smile appeared on his lifeless face.

(End of this chapter)