Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 229 Speed ​​through Huanggang Village (8)

Analyze the source of the problem.

In fact, ghosts and beasts are also a special feature of ghosts, so once in the supernatural confrontation, if the gap between the two is too large, then it is normal for ghosts and creatures to be invalid.

Now that the reason has been found, it is easy to solve.

Compared with the ghosts controlled by other people, Yang Jian's ghost eyes have one of the biggest advantages——

That is, the ability of ghost eyes can be improved by increasing the number of ghost eyes. Correspondingly, after the ghost eyes are improved, the ghost creatures will naturally also be improved.

"So it is!"

After listening to Lin Fan's suggestion, Yang Jianmao suddenly realized, and secretly made up his mind that after the incident in Huanggang Village is over, he must get used to more ghost eyes and prevent similar situations from happening again.

He knew very well that Lin Fan was there this time, so he could try and make mistakes regardless of the consequences, but Lin Fan would not stay in Dachang City forever, and he didn't plan to stay in Dajiang City, so he had to rely on himself for everything.

Return to the mourning hall at this moment.

The pitch-black ghost servant was like an ordinary, withered corpse lying aside, most of the supernatural power in his body was suppressed by the ghost boy, leaving only a trace of breath.

This breath was intentionally left by Lin Fan, so that the person who stole the blood coffin could detect the exact location of the ghost messenger, and then follow the breath to find it.

And when this person came back, what was waiting for him was naturally Lin Fan's most cordial "greetings".

"It was resolved so quickly?"

Zhang Han behind him couldn't believe his eyes. The terrifying ghost that once put them in trouble was like a toy in front of Lin Fan. What is the origin of this person?

Could it be... the secret weapon of the headquarters?
With a flash of his eyes, he felt that he had found the answer. Lin Fan must be the secret card of the headquarters, and he couldn't be wrong. Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine when such a fierce man would appear.

He is also a confidant of the headquarters, and has such astonishing strength, this Lin Fan in the future... No, even now, he will be an extremely precious and rare thigh!
Thinking of this, Zhang Han's desire to curry favor with Lin Fan deepened a lot, even the matter of driving the second ghost was not important, it was more convenient to find a thigh as a leg pendant.

Not interested in knowing Zhang Han's thoughts, Lin Fan simply arranged the environment and ghosts in the mourning hall, and then said: "The trap has been set up, let's go to the door and wait for the rabbit."

He didn't arrange anything specially, he just made the ghost messenger and mourning hall look more natural, and then hid the supernatural power left by himself and others, in order to close the door and beat the dog as soon as possible.

Soon, the three of them left the dark and silent mourning hall, and at the same time erased the original gate. There were relatively stable ghosts and creatures on both sides, so it was not very useful to keep the gate.

……

About 10 minute passed.

In the depths of the dark mourning hall, the sound of liquid dripping suddenly sounded. It was a drop of smooth oil paint, slowly dripping down along the blank wall.

Immediately afterwards, the paints that drilled out of the wall were combined together and gradually turned into a beautiful oil painting.

"tread……"

A thin figure walked out of the oil painting.

This was a slender young man in a white coat, a mask and glasses. Looking at the motionless ghost not far away, he silently frowned.

And behind the young man, another middle-aged man got out of the oil painting. His appearance was much more terrifying, half of his face and body were covered with terrifying patterns, like a hideous evil spirit in hell.

This person is none other than Song Chou, who had clashed with Lin Fan in Ximen Ancient Town, Dajing City. He is also one of the most wanted by the headquarters, and he is a fanatic of the Five Turbidity Society.

"Hey, haven't we already taken the blood coffin? Why do you want to come back? Don't you know that people from the headquarters are all around here?" Song Cried expressionlessly.

The young man who was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly didn't reply immediately, but went straight to the ghost messenger, and said in a puzzled voice, "Hey...why the ghost messenger showed up instead of the blood coffin. The information given by the association is different."

"I said earlier that those guys from the Ghost Story Association are just eating and not doing anything. Last time I was asked to deal with the bastard who found my house, and it almost killed me."

Speaking of the bastard who caused him to be wanted by the headquarters, so he could only act in secret, Song Kui was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

After that incident, his status in the organization plummeted a lot. In the past, people who were equals all came to ridicule him for being unfavorable in doing things, and now he is living a life that is even worse than a mouse.

All of this is Chen Yi's fault!
No, that bastard said he was called Chen Yi back then, but he was just kidding himself. He was not Chen Yi, the person in charge of Dajing City.

At that time, that person was playing with himself with the mentality of a cat teasing a mouse. Thinking of this, Song Kui wished to find him immediately and fight him to the death.

"I will tell them the truth about your evaluation of the Guitan Association, but you'd better calm down now, I'll never end with you about ruining the Buddha." The young man said indifferently.

Song Cry sneered, raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell that stinky woman that she thinks I'm afraid? Well, let her come to me, I just happen to be very busy recently, and don't use Buddha to oppress me, what are you? Things, do you think you are a lotus seed?"

Seeing that Song Kui was still refusing to let go, the young man turned his head and gave him a cold look. Although this Song Kui has two points of ability, his character is too arrogant. With this kind of person, he really has no chance to become a Buddha. "Lotus seeds".

It's better to find a chance to kick this kind of useless thing to others.

The young man stopped talking to Song Chou, and was about to quickly take back the ghost messenger that came with the blood coffin, and then leave here quickly. He always had a bad premonition.

"It's strange, why all the supernatural powers in the ghost messenger disappeared..." The young man came to the ghost messenger, squatted down, and checked the situation of the ghost messenger at the moment.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the ghost's body, he instantly felt an extremely terrifying oppressive force.

At the same time, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in the mourning hall, which was originally like a giant coffin, and three figures walked out of the black mist.

"No, we've been tricked!"

Seeing this scene, the young man didn't understand that he and the others had been ambushed, and that ghost messenger, suppressed to the point of leaving only a trace of supernatural aura, was the bait to lure them to show up.

He also didn't care about taking back the ghost messenger, so he quickly drew an oil painting behind him, preparing to leave here through the ghost painting world.

But in the next second, the oil paint that was supposed to be combined could not form a pattern, as if it had been splashed on the glass, disintegrating little by little in the invisible and moist mist.

No, the ghost has been disturbed...

The face of the young man changed drastically. Under the influence of these fogs, it was difficult for him to communicate with the ghost painting world.

"It's already here, let's chat for a while, don't rush to leave." Lin Fan walked into the mourning hall with a smile, followed by Yang Jian and Zhang Han with wary eyes.

"It's you!"

Song Chou, who was planning to leave, just saw the visitor, his eyes turned red, his teeth were clenched, and he suppressed his anger and said, "Hehe, should I call you Chen Yi, or should I call you by another name?"

(End of this chapter)