Mysterious resurgence

Faced with uncertain supernatural phenomena, Wang Ping did not dare to be careless at all. Although he had read through many files of supernatural events left by his father and knew how to fight against evil spirits, he had not tried it himself, so it was very dangerous to be overly cautious. Necessary.

"hungry."

The strange man in a suit sitting at the dining table was still repeating what he said before. His speech was unclear and his words were intermittent. He felt as if he had lost his mind.

Wang Ping stared at him and finally confirmed: "Unable to communicate normally, he is no longer a ghost controller, but probably a powerful ghost. In this case, there is no possibility of manslaughter."

Thinking of this, he looked behind the man in a suit.

Behind the man in a suit, two cold and terrifying figures stood on one left and one on the right. They were a pair of old men with wrinkled faces. The two old men were all black and white, as if they had just stepped out of the portrait. It's scary to see.

These are his great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and they are also the most ferocious generation of ghosts in the Wang family.

Next to Wang Ping, there were a pair of young dead souls wandering around. One of the dead souls was his father, Wang Chaling.

"Father, protect me." Wang Ping called for his father's protection as he did when he was in trouble or danger.

The ghost of Wang Chaling wanders around, guarding Wang Ping's safety and preventing any danger from approaching.

Only when his father's ghost was around could Wang Ping dare to act boldly without worrying about future consequences.

Because he understood that the ghosts his father Wang Chaling controlled before his death were all used to protect him.

"Dismember it." Wang Ping then gave the order.

Following the order, the two scary old men immediately stretched out their arms and grabbed the shoulders of the man in the strange suit. Then the skinny body shook slightly, and then an incredible scene appeared.

The body of the man in the suit was being pulled bit by bit, and was being torn apart like a flat painting. There was no scream or any pain during the process, everything was so natural.

Wang Ping watched this scene calmly. He was already thinking about how to deal with the body later.

Should he find a place to bury him, or should he be locked up in the safe house left by his father?

But right now.

The man in the suit who was about to be dismembered suddenly had his face distorted and his mouth opened, as if he was shouting in pain, but no sound came out. Instead, the depth of his throat suddenly turned red, like a cluster of long-extinguished blood. The flames were instantly ignited.

Wang Ping's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly retreated because he felt the unusualness of the fire.

As an ordinary person, he actually felt a little chilly under the firelight.

The fire became brighter and brighter, and it seemed that the man in the suit was about to be ignited. However, before he was ignited, Wang Ping's great-grandfather and great-grandmother's supernatural attack was completed.

The sound of tearing sounded, and the body of the man in a suit was directly torn in half. The fire that was about to be ignited was suppressed at this moment, and became dim again.

You must know that the Wang family not only tore apart their bodies, but also dismembered supernatural beings.

"Is it solved?" Wang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the information file left by my father is right. The ghosts of the Wang family are very fierce and can easily fight against other ghosts. Even in the era of supernatural revival, they are top-notch.

The fallen corpse had completely lost its ability to move at this moment and no longer had any reaction.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ping asked the souls of his grandparents, the second-generation Wang Lu couple of the Wang family, to search the body of the man in a suit to see if he could find any clues or objects.

He remembered that some ghosts had some supernatural items in their hands. Those supernatural items had some weird supernatural powers. These items could bring great help to the ghost controllers.

Unfortunately, this male corpse in a suit did not have any supernatural items, but an identification document was found in its jacket pocket.

"Is this a gold business card?" Wang Ping frowned, slightly surprised.

You must know that supernatural power has no way to affect gold. Being able to use gold to make business cards means that this man in a suit is not a simple ghost, but most likely a ghost controller.

Carefully took the business card.

Even after many years, this business card is still as bright as ever.

"The person in charge—Zhang Lei."

Wang Ping saw the line on the business card and his mind was shocked: "How is it possible that this is a ghost controller of the same era as his father?"

He knew very well that sixty years ago, in order to combat the resurgence of supernatural beings, every city would assign a ghost controller to be the person in charge. The responsibility of these persons in charge was to deal with supernatural events and protect the safety of the city and its residents.

However, with the end of the supernatural era, the position of person in charge was also abolished, and the ghost controllers who had previously been in charge quickly disappeared.

No one knew where the outgoing leaders had gone, and no one cared about them. He also felt that these people should have died in unknown corners one by one, completely swallowed up by the times.

"Things that were hidden sixty years ago are gradually coming to light. It seems that a new era of supernatural beings is about to emerge." Wang Ping took a deep breath, holding the golden business card in his hand, and felt strong uneasiness in his heart.

If the supernatural era really appears, then according to the description in the archives, everyone will face terror and despair.

"However, the difference between now and sixty years ago is that there is one more person in this era."

Wang Ping then glanced away and looked at a newspaper on the table next to him.

That newspaper must have been left because of the guest.

On the front of the newspaper, the two big characters Yang Jian were clearly printed.

at the same time.

In a dilapidated town that was overgrown with grass and trees and had been abandoned for decades, the appearance of a person startled the birds nesting in the old houses, completely breaking the tranquility here.

Even sixty years later, the place is still on lockdown.

No one comes here except for wild animals, and no one knows what the name of this abandoned town is.

But Yang Jian knew.

Sixty years ago the town was known as Whitewater.

It was originally a very ordinary town, but a supernatural invasion turned this town into one of the most dangerous supernatural places in the world. Since then, even the captain of the Ghost Controller has been unwilling to approach it. The only option is to relocate the residents and seal off the area to isolate the danger.

Yang Jian was walking alone on the abandoned road. His figure was blurry, as if he did not exist in reality.

As he continued to move forward, the scenery on the street in front of him also changed dramatically.

The road covered with weeds disappeared and turned into a street extending into the dark depths in the distance. The street was empty and clean. The tall trees on the left and right sides also disappeared, replaced by clusters of unknown wild flowers. It seems that those flowers are not naturally grown flowers at all, but paper flowers made of folded paper of various colors.

The weirdest thing is the buildings on the left and right.

Originally, those buildings had collapsed due to sixty years of erosion, but now these buildings have returned to their original appearance. Some of the buildings even have lights on, as if they are inhabited.

Go along the black road.

Gradually, pedestrians began to appear on the road. Those pedestrians were wandering aimlessly in the middle of the road as if waiting for something to arrive.

With the appearance of Yang Jian, these people began to gather towards him in unison, and their originally blurry faces suddenly became clear.

Take a casual glance.

Yang Jian saw many acquaintances among these people: Li Jun, Cao Yang, Wang Chaling, Zhou Deng, Zhang Wei, and Miao Xiaoshan.

These people are all his acquaintances, but those acquaintances are already dead.

Because only dead people will appear among these dead souls.

Countless familiar people came closer, and they stretched out their hands one after another. Their numb faces seemed to reveal a trace of desire, eager for Yang Jian to take them away from here and return to the real world.

According to the rumors in Whitewater Town.

If you can take the dead soul away from here, then the soul will be resurrected in reality.

But the rumors are just rumors, and Yang Jian knows the truth clearly.

Those resurrected souls are not living people at all, they are just ghosts imitating acquaintances in your memory, and ghosts' imitation is time-limited. As time goes by, those acquaintances will gradually become stranger and weirder, and finally Just like a real ghost.

The only thing that is the same may be the familiar face in the memory.

Yang Jian ignored the familiar souls and continued to move forward.

No matter how those dead souls stretch out their hands or wander around, they will never block Yang Jian or touch him. Even if there are people blocking the way in front of him, they will take the initiative to avoid them after approaching.

This is not because Yang Jian used supernatural power, but because the souls on this road are bound by certain rules.

The boundary between life and death can only be broken by living people, not by dead souls.

Go deeper.

The road in the distance is getting wider and wider, the surrounding buildings are getting fewer and fewer, and the wandering souls have become sparse from the previous density.

And it was in such a place that an old wooden house that had not changed for decades appeared in front of Yang Jian.

He had been here sixty years ago, but that time it was to save Wang Shanshan.

But sixty years later, Yang Jian came here not to save anyone, but just to fulfill a promise.

He ignored all dangers and went straight into the cabin.

There were several coffins placed in the wooden house, some were opened and some were still closed.

"I'm here." Yang Jian's cold and plain voice echoed.

After a while.

On the wooden stairs leading to the second floor, a slightly old voice responded: "Three years and three years, three years and three years, it has been sixty years. You promised to save me from here. Yes, you broke your promise. If I had known it would be like this, I shouldn't have helped you that day."

"No, no, you are not him, you are the ghost boy."

"It's all the same." Yang Jian said.