Mysterious resurgence

"Leaving aside the impact of precognition on me, from a practical point of view, no matter what I choose, I should take a gamble and choose to control ghost blood."

Yang Jian pondered for a long time. He felt that he had no other choice but to continue on the road of controlling the ghost. He couldn't help himself to stop, because the result of stopping would be death.

However, there is a high probability of failure in controlling ghost blood. After all, Yang Jian in the prediction screen seems to have failed.

"I still have one and a half days left. At this time, I don't even have room to look for other solutions." Yang Jian wanted to try other methods, but found that he was too late.

In just a day and a half, he himself was not confident that he could find a way to deal with the supernatural resurgence of the bus.

"Taking Chinese medicine can extend the time by twenty days. How about using the twenty days to find new methods?" Yang Jian couldn't help but think like this again.

It seems that this is more prudent.

However, judging from the plan given by the human skin paper, it is obvious that taking traditional Chinese medicine has side effects. When the medicine expires, there is a high probability that it will suffer greater supernatural backlash.

"Maybe I should go to the drugstore and ask again to confirm the situation. After all, this is just my guess."

With this thought, Yang Jian came back from his contemplation.

He put away the human skin paper, stood up slowly, then opened his ghost eyes and looked into the distance.

As the ghost realm spreads.

The next moment, Yang Jian disappeared from the spot and left Dachang City quietly.

soon.

He followed his previous footsteps and came to a small, inconspicuous city.

There is an old city in the city center. This old city is being demolished, and the project is progressing very quickly. The last time I visited a large area of ​​the city was still there, but this time I came here, these urban areas disappeared, leaving only It was in ruins, with only one old street still struggling to hold on.

However, many shops on the old street have been closed, and only a few are still open. However, it seems that this old street will completely disappear this year, and most of the Chinese medicine shops on the old street will also disappear with it. .

Once the traditional Chinese medicine shop closes down, the Republic of China era will also declare a complete end.

But now, the door of the Chinese medicine shop is still open, and there is an open sign at the door.

Yang Jian was standing at the door of the Chinese medicine shop. He looked inside and saw a woman sitting behind the counter.

The woman was about thirty years old, wearing clothes in the style of the 1980s and 1990s, which was incompatible with modern people's attire. However, sitting in this old Chinese medicine shop, she did not look out of place at all, as if she had blended in perfectly.

Obviously, this woman should have grown up in a Chinese medicine shop and lived here since she was a child, and rarely went out.

Yang Jian knew her. She was the apprentice of the old man in the medicine shop, and she seemed to be named Xiaoru.

When he walked into the drug store, Xiaoru behind the counter raised her head and looked over when she heard the movement. When she saw Yang Jian, there was a strange look in her eyes, as if she didn't expect him to come here again.

"You have come here too many times. You are not very welcome here." Xiaoru said with a calm face.

Her attitude towards Yang Jian changed after she heard that he had killed Zhang Xianguang.

"You are just an employee, not the boss." Yang Jian replied equally calmly.

The meaning is to remind Xiaoru to recognize her own identity and status and not to overdo others.

Xiaoru frowned and said, "What do you want to do this time? My master gave you three packs of Chinese medicine last time. You don't want it anymore, do you?"

"I came here to ask something. Where is your master? I came here to find him." Yang Jian said.

"My master no longer sees visitors." Xiaoru said.

"Is this your intention or your master's intention?" Yang Jian continued to ask.

Xiaoru said: "What do you mean? Do you think I deliberately prevent you from seeing my master? My master is very old and in a very bad state. He doesn't have much time to move around and wake up. Most of his He is in a state of confusion all the time, and sometimes he does weird things that go against common sense.”

"My master's deadline is probably not far away. He doesn't want to die yet. It's not that he is afraid of death, but that he hasn't seen the so-called hope. He is unwilling to give in, so he has been holding on for a while to live longer. I want to see the hope from his mouth appear.”

"But this era has disappointed him so much. Especially this time, the top ghost masters in the supernatural circle are almost dead. This has greatly shocked my master. He has realized that there is no hope for him even if he dies."

After saying that, Xiaoru stared at Yang Jian again: "Master said that you are the leader of this era, but in my opinion, there is absolutely no hope in this era, and you will not become that hope, so for those of you I have nothing to say to those who are dying."

Yang Jian said with a gloomy face: "A group of us risked our lives to fight against the supernatural, but the result was that you said it was so bad? You are hiding under the protection of the older generation, what qualifications do you have to point fingers at us?"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and a red spear appeared out of thin air, and then was nailed to the ground heavily.

The huge force shattered the floor tiles, and at the same time, some kind of terrifying supernatural catharsis shook the entire store, making the already old store shake violently, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

Xiaoru's eyes suddenly shrank.

She looked at the shaking roof and was suddenly confused.

This drug store contains terrible supernatural power. It cannot be shaken by strength. Only by having the corresponding supernatural power can it be shaken.

In other words, Yang Jian can now destroy the Chinese medicine shop.

Just when the two people were not talking to each other and were at war with each other, a weak cough sounded from the back hall of the drug store.

"Ahem, Xiaoru, let him in. This old guy like me is not that fragile yet. I can't stand the slightest setback. And I also want to talk to him again."

That voice was the drug store owner, also an old man from the Republic of China.

"But Master, your physical condition is already very bad. You should take a good rest." Xiaoru immediately expressed concern.

"When I die, I will naturally go into the coffin and have a good rest, that's all." The old voice continued.

Xiaoru then looked at Yang Jian and said, "Since master wants to see you, I won't stop you, come with me."

"For the sake of your master, I allow you to be young and ignorant, but only here."

Yang Jian stared at her with cold eyes. If the drug store owner wasn't still alive and he owed him a favor, Xiaoru would have killed her just for her words.

Xiaoru didn't answer, just walked to the back hall minding her own business.

Yang Jian also walked into the back hall at this moment.

The back hall was slightly dark, with a row of oil lamps lit on the left and right sides, and an incense burner placed next to the oil lamps, which exuded a strong scent of sandalwood.

In the supernatural world, sandalwood is mostly used to cover up the smell of corpses. Therefore, many places where ghost masters appear and where they live like to burn sandalwood to suppress the smell of corpses.

The most conspicuous thing in the back hall is a coffin placed in the middle.

The coffin is not red, but black.

"Black coffin?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

The black coffin represents evil and also represents the terrifying ghosts trapped inside.

This Chinese medicine shop owner actually wants to bury himself in a black coffin?

This means that he will turn into a fierce ghost after death.

"Because I have to live, I dare not dismember my own ghost. Therefore, the resurrection of the ghost after death will be extremely terrifying. In the end, I have to bury myself in a black coffin?" Yang Jian thought to himself.

Next to the black coffin, there is a bamboo bed.

The bamboo bed was very cold, but the body of the old man lying on the bamboo bed was even colder, and it was even filled with a putrid stench.

It was as if the body had rotted away.

The old man's body was thin and long, and he was wearing a dark gown. His old face was thin and yellowish and black, and his two eye sockets were deeply sunken. At first glance, he looked terrifying, like a mummy.

It is hard to imagine that an old man with such a body is still breathing and not dead yet.

"Master, Yang Jian is here, I'm going to make the medicine first." Xiaoru said, and then found a reason to leave.

"Ahem." The old man's skinny body moved slightly, struggling to sit up.

But after trying several times, I could only lie down helplessly.

It's not that he is really too old to move, but that he doesn't dare to rely on the supernatural power in his body to act, because doing so will only shorten his time in the world.

"I'm making you laugh. This old thing like me is no longer useful. I can't even get up." The old man turned his head slightly and turned in the direction of Yang Jian.

His eyes were blind, with only two holes covered by a layer of skin.

"If you want to get up, I'll give you a hand." Yang Jian walked over and stretched out his hand to help the old man up.

What surprised Yang Jian was that this old man was already so skinny, but his body was extremely heavy, like a cold stone, and did not look like a living person's body at all.

But at the moment when the old man was helped up, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.

The power was not great, but it made people lose consciousness instantly in their arms. At the same time, Yang Jian felt cold all over his body, as if a terrible supernatural force was crazily eroding his whole body.

"Huh?" Yang Jian's expression changed.

However, the old man soon let go of his hand, and the strong discomfort quickly disappeared.

"I checked your body just now. I didn't expect that you are so young and even weaker than an old guy like me. Ahem, I didn't take the medicine I gave you last time." The blind old man said in his tone. A kind of weakness that is strong on the outside but dry on the inside.

"You can't survive even two days like this."

Yang Jian said: "I know, I drove the supernatural bus. That level of supernatural power is difficult to control. I will soon die from the resurrection of the ghost. Even if I take the Chinese medicine you gave me, I can extend it for up to twenty days." lifespan, but the medicine you gave me should have side effects, right?"

"Everything in the supernatural world has a price. My medicine only delays the recovery time of the evil ghost, but it does not solve it. After the effect of the medicine wears off, the resurrected supernatural power will be stronger than before, so those who take the medicine must do everything possible. Use all possible means to solve the problem of your own evil ghost's resurgence." The blind old man said slowly.

"As expected, this is exactly what I suspected." Yang Jian nodded.

The blind old man said: "You didn't choose to take medicine. It seems you have other ideas."