Mysterious resurgence

Chapter 1606 Extra: Paper Man

He Feng and his wife Zhou Mei walked out of a building.

Looking at the bright sunshine outside, the two of them felt a little dazed.

I haven't been outside for ten days.

Ten days ago, after an extraordinary incident occurred in Dachang City that shocked the whole world, they were targeted by investigators, and it was only now that they were released.

"Honey, I want to call on all my colleagues to publish a piece of news."

He Feng looked up at the sky, as if he had seen the scene of that day again.

The sky was dyed golden, a mysterious figure stood in the sky, and a heart-stopping eye overlooked the entire city. At that moment, there was a god named Yang Jian in the world.

As someone who has experienced all this personally, He Feng knows very well that there are still unknown horrors hidden in this world.

A god is not awakened for no reason, everything has its origin.

"But we signed a confidentiality agreement that prohibits leaking information about that day, especially those two words, which are even more taboo. We can't even say them, otherwise we will not only lose our jobs, but we may also be sued. , or even jail." Zhou Mei opened her eyes wide and looked at He Feng with some surprise.

"I know, but the more this happens, the more I should write that news. The unknown horror in this world has emerged. We are definitely not the first to experience it. There will be many people who have the same experience as us in the future. If they don't know that name, they can't get shelter and they can't survive."

He Feng said seriously: "I know what those investigators mean. Before confirming the authenticity and attitude of the god, they want to maintain the current stability because the world is not ready to welcome this god. Everything, and my gut told me that big changes were coming and we had to do something.”

"Believe me, time will prove me right, now I need your support."

Hearing this, Zhou Mei thought for a while and nodded solemnly: "Now that you have decided, go ahead and do it. I will always be with you. However, if you want to expand your influence and increase your exposure, you will not only need some people in the industry. support and a lot of funding is needed.”

"Then sell the house and other assets." He Feng said without hesitation.

"Is it necessary to do this?" Zhou Mei was a little surprised.

He Feng said: "Some people are willing to risk their lives to fight against those horrible ghosts. What does it mean for me to spend some money?"

He couldn't help but think of the old man in Guanjiang Community who saved him with an axe, the driver who risked his life to give him a ride, and the mysterious woman who held a red candle and pulled him back from the edge of death.

When the world is undergoing major changes, some people have to step forward.

now.

Dahan City.

History is like a cycle.

The passage of sixty years is enough to erase all traces of supernatural beings left in this city.

Rumors about the ghost post office can only be mentioned in sealed files.

But today.

That weird, twisted, winding road appeared again in an alley in Dahan City.

Yang Jian easily broke the boundary between reality and supernatural, and followed this path to the familiar ghost post office again.

However, in the lobby of the ghost post office, a limping man, about forty or fifty years old, stood there with a solemn face and said nothing. His dead eyes turned slightly, and he kept staring at the fan. The dusty post office door.

"It's been sixty years, Yang Jian, have you appeared again?" Sun Rui's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. He was lifeless and lifeless, like a cold corpse.

"boom!"

next moment.

The door of the post office opened with a bang, and a cool breeze blew in.

That familiar figure strode forward as he did sixty years ago.

"Sun Rui, I didn't expect you to be old too." Yang Jian's voice was cold, and his ghostly eyes turned slightly to glance around.

"Even the manager of the post office cannot resist the erosion of time, but you are still the same as you were sixty years ago. There is no change. To be honest, I don't want to see you here. Your arrival means the second time. The supernatural recovery is about to begin again." Sun Rui said with a gloomy face.

"Everything seems to be reincarnated. Do I want to follow in the footsteps of the first manager Luo Wensong? Select the fifth manager of the post office before being completely eroded by the supernatural."

Although he was still alive, he stayed in the ghost post office for a long time, coupled with the influence of the supernatural, making him feel less and less like a human being.

Sun Rui felt that he would have to find a way to prepare for his funeral in a few years at most, otherwise things might change if he kept hanging on.

"My plan has been successful. The supernatural era will end in my hands. You can relax." Yang Jian said calmly.

"I never doubt that you can do it. In the next time, I will stay here and watch until the moment you succeed. I have sent away too many people in these sixty years. I I hope I can see the complete demise of supernatural beings before I die," Sun Rui said.

"That era was too cruel and hopeless and should never be allowed to happen again."

"Don't worry, it won't be." Yang Jian said.

Yang Jian did not stay too long in the ghost post office. He briefly met Sun Rui and then left because he wanted to confirm how many people from the previous era were still left today, sixty years later.

After leaving Dahan City, he went to another city.

This is the city that Liu San was responsible for before.

However, after fighting against the King's Organization, Liu San gradually faded out of the supernatural circle, and finally disappeared completely. Many people thought he was dead, but the paper man's supernatural power suddenly appeared thirty years ago. He never appeared again after that.

Yang Jian searched in this city.

A place that ordinary people might not be able to find in their lifetime, but for Yang Jian now, it is easy.

He possesses unimaginable supernatural power and can easily break the boundaries between reality and illusion, and can go anywhere.

Finally, Yang Jian found an old house deep in a lush mountain.

This house is a brick-concrete structure, which is in line with the architectural style of sixty years ago. However, the house has long been dilapidated. There are overgrown weeds at the door. The inside of the house is also damp and rotten, and the walls are covered with mold.

There are no traces of living people here.

But on the second floor of this house, a room has a closed door, and the chain on it is rusty and rusty. It seems that it will break if it is pulled lightly. From this situation, it can be judged that this room It hasn't been opened in decades.

However, compared to the dilapidation of the entire building, this room was relatively well-preserved.

Yang Jian didn't push the door open, but he had already seen what was inside the room.

It was a red coffin.

This red coffin is very familiar. It is the same coffin that Li Yang, Huang Ziya, Feng Quan and others were buried in before. It came from the coffin shop on Ghost Street.

However, this red coffin was not brand new at first, because the signs of age erosion were relatively heavy. Large areas of the red paint on it had fallen off, and there was not much remaining supernatural power. After a few years, this ghost coffin would It will completely rot.

Yang Jian's figure appeared in the room.

He opened the coffin without any hesitation.

Lying inside the coffin was a paper man. This paper man was lifelike, like a living person. Even after decades, it had not faded at all. Moreover, the face of this paper man was covered with a piece of yellow paper. The paper sticks tightly to the face, making it difficult to see the outline of the paper man's facial features.

"Is it Liu San's backhand?" Yang Jian could tell from these arrangements that this should be Liu San's work.

And these arrangements are not sixty years old, only about thirty years at most.

Reminiscent of the supernatural presence of paper figures in this city thirty years ago, Yang Jian guessed that those should be the traces left by Liu San's activities in the city after he woke up.

"I have seen this kind of yellow paper. Zhou Deng used it when he was in the ancient house. After the yellow paper is covered on the face, the ghost controller will fall into a deep sleep. Unless the yellow paper is torn off, the ghost controller will be It will never wake up.”

"Use ghost coffins to seal off supernatural beings, and yellow paper to preserve consciousness. Liu San's idea is very good, but decades are too long. Even Liu San is not sure whether he can survive. He is also gambling with time. .”

While Yang Jian was thinking, he reached out and tore off the yellow paper on the face of the paper man.

The yellow paper was torn off.

The paper man showed his true colors.

It was a familiar face.

It was Liu San sixty years ago.

Yang Jian remained silent, just stood aside and waited quietly.

If the evil spirit revives, Yang Jian will not hesitate to drive it into the depths of hell so that it will never appear in reality.

About a moment later.

The strange paper man in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

The supernatural being that had been sealed for a long time awakened again.

However, it was not the ghost who woke up this time, but the old man from sixty years ago.

"Yang Yangjian, as expected, it was you who woke me up. It seems that I won the bet. I successfully got rid of the entanglement of the old corpse and survived successfully." The paper man spoke slowly, with a hoarse voice. A sense of strangeness.

"Liu San, are you so sure that I will help you tear open this yellow paper and wake you up?" Yang Jian's expression remained calm.

The paper man sat up from the coffin: "When the supernatural era died, I was sure that you were still alive. How could a character like you wither away so easily, so since then I have been looking for ways to survive."

"I gave up most of my supernatural powers and only kept a paper-man clone, just to wait for the possibility of waking up one day. After the supernatural era is gone, you are the only one who has the ability to find me and is willing to wake me up."

"Now, I'm successful."

Paper figurine Liu San had a smile on his face.

"Sixty years have passed. That era has been completely buried. What can you do even after you wake up?" Yang Jian lowered his eyes slightly. He thought of Guanjiang Community and his former friends. .

All is gone.

"This is the best ending, isn't it?" Liu San said.

"Yes, this is the best ending." Yang Jian nodded slightly.

Liu San walked out of the coffin at this moment: "I want to go out for a walk and see the new era, shall we?"

"No, I'm going to go somewhere else." Yang Jian looked into the distance.

"Okay, come to me if you have anything." Liu San said.

Yang Jian said: "By the way, now I have a new name."

"You changed your name? What is your name now?" Liu San asked.

"Yang Jian."

Liu San was startled for a moment, then smiled: "A new era deserves a new name. Maybe I should also change my name and continue living."

"Whatever you want, I'm leaving. I'll go to Dachang City for a while when I have time."

Yang Jian didn't say much, he turned and left.