Mysterious resurgence

The dim world, the gloomy old house, the dense old forest.

Yang Jian broke the boundary between reality and supernatural places, and once again came to a place that could only be reached by supernatural buses.

This is the place where Zhang Dong is buried.

But this time, he did not enter the ancient house. Instead, he bypassed the dangerous house and walked along a winding path toward the depths of the dense forest.

A cold cool breeze blew by, making the nearby old trees rustle.

Different from the last time, this time there was no evil ghost blocking Yang Jian, and there was no need for a funeral, so it was very safe along the way. And now Yang Jian doesn’t have to worry even if he encounters a evil ghost. He is now completely The dangers here can be dealt with.

"arrive."

Soon, Yang Jian came to the middle of an old forest.

This is an open space that has been deliberately cleared.

There are six old graves in the open space, no, seven old graves.

Yang Jian saw a newly built tomb. There was a black and white photo on the tombstone in front of the grave. The person in the photo was the old man from the medicine shop, and there was a line of words engraved under the photo.

Tomb of Zhang Bohua.

"It turns out that the name of the old man in the medicine shop is Zhang Bohua." It was only then that Yang Jian knew the old man's name.

But he also understands.

In the supernatural circle, real names are generally not willing to be revealed, because many supernatural beings can use the name as a medium to deal with that person.

"Although this tomb is newly built, it looks like it has been at least a month or two. And just a few days ago, I saw this old man in the medicine shop, so what is buried in this old tomb is not Zhang Bohua should be his remaining body."

Yang Jian remembered that the old man in the medicine shop only had one head left, but his body was missing. It seemed that he was buried here.

Then his eyes scanned several other tombs, and some questions appeared in his mind.

For example, Li Qingzhi's tomb has existed for a long time, but Li Qingzhi's body is in the Caesar Hotel. In this case, what would be buried in the tomb?

Another example is Luo Wensong, the first manager of the Ghost Post Office. After his death, the evil ghost resurrected. His body is now imprisoned by Yang Jian in a gold box, and that box is now placed in Safe House No. 1 in Guanjiang Community.

The same is true for Meng Xiaodong's grave.

Last year, before Meng Xiaodong died, his grave had already been erected.

"Perhaps, what is buried here is not just a corpse, but an experience."

Yang Jian thought in his heart.

Then he used the supernatural power of the blood lake to salvage a black coffin.

The black coffin contains Meng Xiaodong after the evil ghost revived.

Yang Jian used his supernatural powers to get a shovel, and then dug next to Meng Xiaodong's grave.

After a while, a big pit took shape.

Yang Jian buried the black coffin, placed the oil painting on top as a burial companion, and then filled it back with soil.

"Meng Xiaodong wants to come back here and see Zhang Dong until he dies."

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly understood why he met Meng Xiaodong when he was delivering a letter in the ancient house.

It was obvious that the real Meng Xiaodong had died in Room 301, but in the end he appeared strangely in this ancient house and almost killed them all.

Now Yang Jian understood that Meng Xiaodong must have made arrangements before his death to let another self come here to attend Zhang Dong's funeral through unlimited invasion, because she knew she would not survive that time.

That's why Yang Jian met Meng Xiaodong who became a fierce ghost at that time.

It seemed like a coincidence, but in fact everything had been arranged long ago.

After burying Meng Xiaodong, Yang Jian was about to get up and leave. He didn't want to stay here for a long time, because Zhang Dong was in an ancient house not far away, and he didn't want to be targeted by such a terrifying ghost.

Just when he was about to break the boundary between reality and the supernatural and return to reality.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of extinguished incense stuck in front of an old tomb.

That is not an ordinary incense, but a soul-calling incense. It is a supernatural item that can only be made by the soul-callers of Taiping Ancient Town. After being lit, it can call someone back to life.

"I remember that Sister Hong said that my level is too low, and knowing too much is useless. Let me come here after reaching their level, light a stick of incense, and wake up someone here." Yang Jian suddenly remembered. Such an agreement.

Sister Hong thought it would take two or three years for Yang Jian to grow to her level.

But only half a year has passed and he has already done it.

Maybe that agreement can be brought forward.

"Want to light it and try it?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, looking at the broken incense a little hesitantly.

He has met several living ghost masters of the Republic of China, such as Zhang Bohua, the old man in the medicine shop, Luo Qian, the cemetery owner who summoned souls, and Zhang Youhong who lit the soul-summoning incense. He even came into contact with Zhang Dong through the weird Taishi chair in the ancient house.

The only two people I haven't seen before are Meng Xiaodong and Luo Wensong.

And this broken incense was accidentally inserted in front of Luo Wensong's grave.

Therefore, the dead soul attracted by the broken incense in this section should be Luo Wensong.

As for why this arrangement was made, Yang Jian didn't know. Maybe he would understand after lighting the incense stick.

But Yang Jian still hesitated.

It wasn't that there was any danger, it was just that he felt that it was all meaningless.

The supernatural era has emerged, and all the top figures of the Republic of China have been buried. What will happen even if the souls of the dead return briefly?

But those old people from the Republic of China made arrangements so early. Will there be the shadow of Mr. Qin in them?

When Mr. Qin was alive, he could talk to his future self.

Therefore, it is very easy for Mr. Qin to leave any important clues and information.

"Let's light it up and take a look, otherwise I'll always have something to worry about if I stay here." Yang Jian finally made a choice. He didn't leave here in a hurry, but turned around and walked towards Luo Wensong's grave.

Luo Wensong's tomb has been standing here for some years, and even the portrait on it is what he looked like when he was middle-aged.

Light the half of the unburned incense in front of the grave.

Along with a strange smoke drifting, Yang Jian felt that a figure in the smoke was rapidly condensing into shape, and at the same time, an uneasy supernatural aura began to spread towards the surroundings.

Yang Jian retreated a distance, not wanting to be shrouded in smoke, and at the same time guarding against Luo Wensong who summoned the spirit.

He had a false experience when he was in Whitewater Town, and he roughly understood the horror of this Luo Wensong.

The body is covered with mortal curses, and these mortal curses can also be superimposed on each other. Once struck, it will be fatal, leaving no time for reaction.

So precautions are necessary.

After all, Yang Jian didn't know what kind of character Luo Wensong was when he was alive. He only inferred a rough idea from some of the practices and arrangements after Luo Wensong's death.

The smoke became thicker and thicker until everything was covered.

The Soul-Calling Incense was at its best at this moment.

A long-dead soul was brought back at this moment and appeared again.

"Ahem."

There was a slight cough, and the person in the smoke seemed to be choked.

Then a slightly older man walked out of the smoke slowly.

This man is about fifty years old. He is not very old, but his face is covered with corpse spots. He is also cold and looks very penetrating. He always squints his eyes, which makes people feel like he is being stared at by a poisonous snake. He feels inexplicable. Somewhat frightened.

Just one glance made Yang Jian understand that this Luo Wensong was by no means a kind person. He was most likely a ruthless and gloomy guy.

really.

The previous speculation is not credible.

Perhaps Luo Wensong, the manager of the ghost post office in reality, made many sacrifices for future generations before his death, but the Luo Wensong who appears now is not when he was old, but in his prime.

During this period, Luo Wensong was at the peak of his life, both mentally and physically.

Just when Yang Jian was very worried, Luo Wensong squinted his eyes and smiled: "Young man, don't be nervous. I'm not a ghost. I'm just a dead soul who came to life temporarily with the help of this incense stick. There is no threat."

"Manager of the Ghost Post Office, Luo Wensong, it's okay for me to call you this." Yang Jian said calmly.

"I see, it turns out you know all this. It seems you lit the incense to summon me out on purpose." Luo Wensong understood everything immediately, but he still smiled.

Yang Jian said: "That's right."

Luo Wensong was looking around again at this time. He saw several old graves nearby, and also saw Meng Xiaodong who had just been buried. Finally, when he saw the tomb of Zhang Bohua, the old man from the medicine shop, there was a glint in his eyes.

Finally, he withdrew his gaze and stared at Yang Jian again, but at this moment, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Our era has completely ended. In that case, let me weigh you and see if you have the ability to withstand this new era."

As Luo Wensong's words fell, he suddenly took action.

The surrounding light dimmed at an unimaginable speed, and at the same time, there were creaking sounds around Yang Jian, as if there were many invisible doors around him.

And at this moment, all the doors will open at the same time.

Countless mortal supernatural curses broke out. This was by no means as simple as a test, but Luo Wensong was taking action with all his strength.

This is to kill Yang Jian.

"Luo Wensong, you underestimate me. Why do you want to weigh me? Let Zhang Dong come."

Yang Jian's cold voice sounded in the darkness.

next moment.

The surrounding darkness was suddenly dispersed, and patches of will-o'-the-wisps appeared out of thin air, burning crazily with supernatural fuel. As the will-o'-the-wisps burned, a lake of blood appeared at Yang Jian's feet.

The blood lake spread, trying to submerge everything around it, and the doors that appeared on the ground were filled with force.

But even so, half of the darkness still shrouded Yang Jian's face, and some doors that were not filled were still opened.

The terrifying supernatural curse of death was still formed.

However, Yang Jian did not die at this moment. Instead, his ghost eyes opened, and with the appearance of red light, he suddenly appeared in front of Luo Wensong.

A cold ghost hand had already strangled his neck.