Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 13 Half Man, Half Ghost
"Waiting for so many years."

"That thing from the Su family is finally coming out."

"All this is thanks to the soul caller who passed by. If he hadn't meddled in his own business, the ghost species would not have been reincarnated so smoothly."

"Hehe, once the ghost species recovers, it will be born half-human, half-ghost. I'm afraid it will be red-clothed at birth."

"At that time, the entire Eighth Town will be reduced to ghost creatures that absorb nutrients from ghost species, and the Buddha's five senses will also be reborn on it, but to be on the safe side, I need to make some more preparations to avoid being backlashed by ghosts of this level."

"I don't know if the black rivets that imitate that thing will work. I hope everything goes well."

This is a diary page.

Looking at the above content, Lin Fan's eyes were startled.

He never imagined that the whole spiritual place in Eighth Town was actually created by humans.

The letter writer is the mastermind behind the scenes.

The purpose of the other party seems to be to create a person who is perfectly integrated with the ghost, and then obtain something from this natural ghost, and this thing is of great use.

As for the black rivets.

They do appear to be counterfeit coffin nails.

"Half human, half ghost..."

"As far as I know, there is such an existence in modern times in the original book, and that is the last trump card of the Ghost Master Headquarters, who can infinitely restart himself, Mr. Qin."

Lin Fan pondered the doorway inside.

The status of Qin Lao in the original book is very special.

Although there are not many occasions for him to make a move, his strength is among the top batch of ghost masters.

The reason is that, as a heterogeneous being integrated with the supernatural, Mr. Qin can be regarded as a ghost with a complete jigsaw puzzle, and there is no need to worry that he will be revived by the ghost.

Coupled with the unsolvable restart, in a one-on-one situation, it is enough to contain any supernatural event.

But what the instigator wants to create now seems to be dominated by supernatural beings, without human nature, and has eroded the eighth town into his own ghosts just after birth, which shows his ferocity.

In addition to the spiritual threat, there is another force operating in the dark... Lin Fan thought for a moment, then handed the diary he found to Zhang Xianguang.

This, this is...

Looking at the content above, Zhang Xianguang's pupils continued to dilate, and dusty memories flooded his mind again.

He remembered years ago.

His father, Zhang Dong, was once attacked by a group of ghost masters of unknown origin. They claimed to be believers enshrining the Buddha of the Five Turbidities, intending to kill Zhang Dong and seize the supernatural powers on him.

Although with the help of his father's friends, the group's attack ended in failure, but it also left a very deep impression on Zhang Xianguang, because it was the first time he felt that his father might die there.

"These people haven't disappeared."

"It's planning something in the dark!"

Zhang Xianguang said angrily in his heart.

This world is really too big. Compared with supernatural events, the battle between people has never disappeared.

I can't remember how many people his father offended when he was young, but this is one of the costs of killing from the bottom of the spiritual circle to a fixed point. Now it is common to be black-handed by some grudge ghost masters.

But this five turbidity Buddha.

Obviously not that simple.

His believers have been lurking in the dark side of the world while being spiritually revived, doing some unknown things.

According to the information in the diary.

Eighth Town was one of their attempts.

They tried to combine ghosts and humans to cultivate something that the Buddha of the Five Turbidities desperately needed, which should also be the source of this supernatural event.

Zhang Xianguang seems to know something...

Lin Fan felt that this matter was not simple, and he didn't think Zhang Xianguang would tell him the truth, and decided to investigate later.

Sure enough, after reading the diary, Zhang Xianguang had no intention of explaining, and the two also tacitly continued to walk towards the depths of the coffin shop.

"Gah-"

Step up the stairs.

The musty planks creaked harshly.

The area on the second floor of the coffin shop is not large, it is just an attic for storing sundries, and in a damp corner, three brand new black coffins are placed in the shape of a Chinese character, one of which is open.

this coffin...

Lin Fan looked at the black coffin.

The former ghost masters didn't know that gold could isolate the supernatural power. In order to prevent their supernatural recovery after death, they would order a black coffin in a special coffin shop to bury the ghosts on their bodies.

It can be regarded as the wisdom of the predecessors.

This kind of black coffin is often better than a container made of gold to contain ghosts. Once inside, the ghosts on the body will fall into a state of death.

Besides the black coffin, there is also the red coffin.

This kind of coffin made of the blood of ghosts has the function of nurturing ghosts. Compared with the black coffins, the number is much smaller, and even fewer of them can survive to modern times.

"This coffin is a good thing."

"It can not only suppress the spiritual recovery, but also help the ghost master control the second ghost. I remember that Wang Xiaoming and Xiao Yang formed a relationship because of the black coffin in Huanggang Village. After all, there is a ghost hidden there." An incomprehensible ghost."

Lin Fan's eyes were fiery.

During the period of the Republic of China, there were treasures everywhere.

It would be great if he had a "storage space" like Ghost Lake, so he could pack all these things and take them away, so he wouldn't have to go into Baoshan but have no way to do it like now.

Looking at the black coffin that seemed to indicate ominous.

The two looked at each other, Zhang Xianguang nodded, and dragged out his clone again from nothingness.

The avatar looked unlovable.

He looked at the main body with innocent eyes, heaved a long sigh, and walked towards the opened black coffin as if resigned to his fate.

Before the black coffin.

The clone bent down and picked up something.

Back to the two of them.

It was an old gong.

Lin Fan and Zhang Xianguang were no strangers to each other, and it was exactly the same as the one held by Dagenggui. Could it be that Dagenggui escaped from this black coffin?

In the remaining two coffins.

Could it be the same thing?

"This copper gong has the supernatural power of beating ghosts, which is of little use to me."

Zhang Xianguang handed over the gong, motioning for Lin Fan to catch it.

Lin Fan was a little puzzled, but when he just took the gong, there was a chilly feeling in his hands, as if he was in an ice cellar.

He lightly touched the surface of the gong, and a nameless strange wind suddenly surged in the room, with a disgusting corpse smell, which made the surroundings humming, and the wooden walls began to shake.

This is a supernatural prop!
Lin Fan looked at the gong in surprise.

Although the above is just the incomplete spiritual power.

But this meant that he also had a chance to struggle slightly when he encountered a spiritual attack.

Unexpectedly, the young version of Zhang Xianguang is really a standard good old man, and he doesn't know what happened later, so that he turned into a modern and disgusting appearance...

Lin Fan secretly sighed in his heart, since Zhang Xianguang sincerely helped him, then he would not hide it, repaying kindness with grievances is not his style, everything is carried out on the premise of the safety of the two of them.

"There seems to be a sound?"

In front of the black coffins arranged in the shape of a square, Lin Fan suddenly heard a vague sound. He bent down, put his ear on the coffin surface that smelled of nanmu, bent his index finger, and tried to knock.

Bang bang bang.

He leaned over and listened.

The hollow coffin echoed crisply, and the sound just now seemed to be just my own auditory hallucination.

But just when Lin Fan thought it was an illusion and was about to leave, there was a sudden sound of knocking on the coffin face.

"Help me~! Help me~!"

An indistinct cry for help sounded from inside.

Hearing the sound, Lin Fan jumped up abruptly.

In the coffin... someone!
(End of this chapter)