Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 88
"strangeness."

"I didn't notice it at all."

Seeing the silk thread getting tighter and tighter, Lin Fan stretched out his hand and pulled it hard, but it was resolved very smoothly.

He looked at the half silk thread lying quietly in his palm, and felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But I can't remember for a while.

Obviously, this is a special silk thread specially designed to deal with ghosts, and as expected, the ghosts entangled in the silk thread will end up like the puppets around them, imprisoned here forever.

"The unmanned troupe..."

"There should also be a very scary ghost imprisoned here, similar to the one in Men's oil painting."

Lin Fan couldn't help but became more vigilant.

Before he came in, he never imagined that there were so many terrifying ghosts imprisoned in a tattoo parlor that was out of control. This kind of background is obviously incomparable to the ghost post office and Fushouyuan.

It is conceivable that the strength of the tattoo master is estimated to be higher than that of Luo Wensong and Luo Qian who corresponded to F7 in the Republic of China.

Face the unknown.

The two walked into the corridor in this area step by step. After a simple observation, they found that although the silk thread that had been pulled out of the supernatural would appear silently, as long as it was dealt with in time, it would not cause too much threat.

Under the control of the silk thread, the surrounding puppets were imprisoned very firmly. This level of confinement has nothing to do with the tattoo parlor. It is maintained by relying on the particularity of the silk thread and the source of the supernatural in this area.

This sounds a little strange.

It seems that it wasn't the tattoo parlor that imprisoned Lingyi, but Lingyi took the initiative to suppress him.

The difference between the two is extremely large, the former is the handwriting of the tattoo artist, while the latter has his own ideas.

"Ta Tata..."

The sound of footsteps is very clear in the quiet environment.

Along the gloomy road, Lin Fan kept his eyes on the surroundings. In front of him was the same mezzanine as the "Paradise Building" area. A red gauze stretched out from the room, rippling slowly in the windless room.

"Is this a theater? A simulated miniature theater?" He looked at the things in front of him and stopped.

Various lighting props were placed on the stage, which was only about two meters long, and the heavy dark red curtain was randomly covered, revealing a pair of pure white arms, holding two simple levers, hanging slightly in the air.

And the audience is "full of seats".

Two rows of specially-made armchairs are placed neatly under the stage, showing a fan shape. There are lifelike puppets on the armchairs. The audience, give a heartfelt evaluation.

There is also a slightly blurred black and white photo next to it. An ordinary-looking young girl leads several five or six-year-old children, standing timidly in the middle of the camera, with a stiff smile on her face, as if forced out.

"This is an opera troupe. The girl in the photo is the troupe leader. These children should be apprentices who have entered the class to learn opera. This is..." Lin Fan glanced at the photo, and something in it caught his attention.

It was a cabinet with talismans on it.

When all the troupe took a group photo, two black hands protruded from the space under the cabinet and grabbed the ankle of one of the children. No wonder the girl had an unnatural expression and glanced behind her.

"Could this cabinet be Xiao Yang's ghost cabinet? It looks very similar, so the ghost cabinet belonged to this troupe at first?" Lin Fan became interested in the troupe in the photo. one thing.

The ghost cabinet is a supernatural prop discovered by Yang Jian in an ancient house of the Republic of China in Dajiang City. The ghost stored in it is very special and has a certain ability to make wishes, but the specific method is equivalent exchange.

Although it is controlled by the wishing ghost in the follow-up plot, after being weakened by the ghost hatchet and all the supernatural powers, it does not mean that the ghost cabinet is inferior to the wishing ghost. This is a cognitive misunderstanding.

"Ghost troupe, I remember that the ghost driver named Wu Feng used to play an unknown opera on the supernatural radio, which seems to be one of the ghosts derived from this troupe."

Lin Fan agreed with his analysis.

After observing the two areas, it is not difficult to find that most of the ghosts imprisoned on the second floor of the tattoo parlor have an obvious source, which can point to a whole, and this is one of the almost default basic rules of the ghost circle during the Republic of China.

In other words.

They are all important ghost puzzles.

For the blind modern ghost masters, this is simply a reminder like a recommendation. As long as you need to control these supernatural beings, you won’t have to worry about the revival of the supernatural beings because you can’t find a suitable puzzle. After all, these paths have already been traversed.

"So, the purpose of the tattoo master is also to let the ghost masters of the younger generation take less detours and directly inherit what their generation has groped out. Is that why so many ghosts are imprisoned?" Lin Fan fell into silence.

The space of the miniature theater in the mezzanine is very small. He walked sideways over a row of listening puppets, came to the front of the stage, looked at the pair of arms protruding from behind the curtain, and suddenly had a new discovery.

The pure white arm hangs slightly along the stage, and on its slender ring finger, there is a ring made of pure gold.

As if having experienced many hardships, the ring is covered with pits and holes, and two words can be vaguely distinguished on it:
"Envy".

Xianguang...Zhang Xianguang?

Seeing the familiar name, Lin Fan's complexion became weird. He didn't expect Xiao Zhang to appear again in this way, and he suspected that he had something to do with the ghost of the ghost troupe. The ring on his ring finger was not that simple.

Just when he was about to take a closer look, his arm, which was originally still, moved slightly.

"Are you going to recover?" Lin Fan pursed his lips, not knowing how the law of killing was triggered.

But after waiting for three or four seconds, the arm behind the curtain fell into dead silence again, as if the action just now was just a posture that was held for too long and became numb.

This thing is kind of weird...

Lin Fan's eyes were extremely serious, and he was ready to let the ghost species suppress the arms before leaving the area.

But at this moment, something suddenly moved in his pocket, and when he looked down, it was a writing brush covered in vermilion, trying to rub upwards.

"Have you been too active recently?" Lin Fan stared suspiciously at the foxtail pen that was eager to speak, and then looked at the extremely pale arm in the darkness, as if he understood its meaning, he took it out.

As soon as he broke free from the shackles of his pocket, the simple-looking writing brush landed lightly on the stage, like an elegant writer, waving the tip of the pen quickly, and the lines of writing glowed faintly, enough for people to see clearly.

After finishing all this, the foxtail pen straightened its body, tapped the nib vigorously, and signaled Lin Fan to read it quickly.

It's quite considerate, saying that you seem to be very proud... Lin Fan glanced at the writing brush with his "chest" raised, and checked what the other party wrote.

"Inconceivable!"

"After being deprived of most of the supernatural powers by the person in the painting, the troupe owner still retains the last trace of consciousness. Although this trace of consciousness is almost blurred, but fortunately, she is sober today, which is very reasonable!"

(End of this chapter)