Mysterious resurgence

Some clues left by the owner of the ghost closet of the previous generation gave Yang Jian some reminders. Although this reminder was insignificant, it also allowed him to break the deadlock and start to understand the ghost closet.

Ghost~!

On the paper, there was a crooked black handwriting. I don’t know what it was written with, and it gave off an ominous atmosphere.

It's hard to imagine that something in the ghost closet actually responded to Yang Jian.

"Can this thing really be used for communication?" Yang Jian picked up the piece of paper on the ground and looked at it repeatedly, but found nothing special.

But his face was extremely solemn.

Even if it is human skin paper, he cannot guarantee that he will have the ability to communicate. Human skin paper is more like a guide for the holder. Whether it can communicate is still a question, but the thing in front of him has completely broken some boundaries and actively responded.

He stared inside the dark cupboard door.

An inexplicable curiosity gave him the urge to open the cupboard door and take a look.

But the last observation, a pair of eyes in the cupboard door made Yang Jian fearful.

There is no doubt that there is a ghost inside this cupboard door.

He wasn't sure whether opening the cupboard door would release the ghost.

"It's not rational to open the cupboard door and destroy some kind of balance just because of your own curiosity. Since this thing has been kept here for hundreds of years, let this cupboard stay like this, but this thing makes If I respond, that means I can continue to have some kind of communication."

Yang Jian pondered for a while and wrote another sentence on another piece of paper: Can you communicate with me?

"This question is a bit silly." He thought for a moment and tore off the paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it aside. Then he thought about it and wrote a new question: Can you help me find Zhao Lei?

He did not ask too many irrelevant questions, but directly stated his purpose.

If this is indeed a ghost, this is a good way to experiment directly.

After writing this question, Yang Jian stuffed the paper into the cupboard door again.

Just like the previous situation, as soon as the paper was inserted, there was a force coming from inside. The paper seemed to be grabbed directly by something and disappeared immediately.

Less than ten seconds later, the paper fell again from the gap in the cupboard below.

Yang Jian picked it up and took a look, his face suddenly became extremely solemn. Under his question, there was a sentence written in black handwriting: You give me eyes, and I will give you Zhao Lei.

The eyes you are looking for are definitely not your own eyes, it refers to ghost eyes.

This ghost closet means that he wants to use his own eyes in exchange for Zhao Lei.

"This ghost thing is really not that easy to get along with. The first requirement is that it needs my ghost eyes. It just wants my life. How did the original owner of this thing think of keeping it in the first place? It's so weird and terrifying. Things should be buried 10,000 meters underground and never come out."

Yang Jian couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.

But then when he looked at the sentence in his hand, he discovered some clues.

The meaning is, you give me eyes, I will give you Zhao Lei.

Instead of telling you Zhao Lei's location, I will directly give you Zhao Lei, whose memory has been altered by a ghost, or even possessed by a ghost.

Assuming that such a deal is reached, how can Zhao Lei give it?

This is a question worth thinking about.

And assuming that Zhao Lei is now a ghost, how could this ghost closet bring a ghost that was active outside in front of him?

This is the second question again.

Because in Yang Jian's opinion, this ghost closet does not have any factors to meet the conditions.

"Unless...there is a transaction attempt." After thinking calmly, Yang Jian concluded an answer in his mind.

Of course, this attempt is not to trade one's own ghost eyes, but to change the problem and see if the content of the transaction will also change. If so, whether the changed conditions are within the range of one's tolerance.

As long as it is within his own tolerance, Yang Jian can start an exchange with this ghost closet.

Think about it for a while.

Yang Jian wrote down a very simple request; "I need a bowl of egg fried rice, can you help me?"

"Give me a bowl of blood, and I'll give you fried rice with eggs."

After putting the note in, less than ten seconds passed before a reply came immediately, and a line of black words appeared under his question.

A bowl of blood?

"Sure enough, the conditions have changed, and the requirements have also changed. I made the simplest request, and this thing still responded. But should this request be done according to what it said?" Yang Jian began to think deeply again.

If he wants to figure out the mystery of this ghost closet, he must make such a transaction, unless he gives up exploring this weird thing.

But he wasn't willing to give up.

Because Yang Jian could vaguely sense that this thing must contain very amazing value, which was even greater than the value of the ghost mirror.

"I should give it a try. There is no turning back when I embark on the path of being a ghost master. Either I bite the bullet and continue walking, or I die on the way. I must master as many secrets as possible. Anyone who can Everything I help should be explored and understood, just like human skin.”

If there was no human skin, Yang Jian would have died in the school, let alone the Huanggang Village incident.

"However, there is a huge trap in this transaction. It says it requires a bowl of blood, but it doesn't say it requires my blood. It doesn't even specify that it requires human blood."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and after repeatedly thinking and pondering this answer, he discovered some so-called consumption traps.

If an ordinary person saw this answer, he would probably cut his wrists and bleed himself as soon as he gritted his teeth. In that case, he might have fallen into a trap.

"Find a bowl of pig blood or chicken blood and try it. There should be no danger." Yang Jian thought of this and immediately exited the second secret room. He decided to conduct this bold experiment.

He believed that even Wang Xiaoming would do this in this situation.

Use the most conservative method to obtain the maximum information and intelligence, so as to make the most perfect plan for anything in the future.

"Let's go to the vegetable market. By the way, where is the nearest vegetable market?" Yang Jian was walking on the road in the community, preparing to drive to buy a bowl of blood.

"Woof woof~!"

Just as he was passing by an intersection in the community, a large dog rushed out of nowhere on the nearby green belt and roared at him.

"Whose dog is this? Do you know that large dogs are prohibited in the community? It doesn't matter if it bites me, but what if it bites a child?" Yang Jian shouted, but no one responded.

It must be unscrupulous dog owners who choose to keep their dogs free-range when they see that the community is unmanaged.

"Woof woof~!"

This big wolf dog became more and more ferocious, wanting to rush up and bite Yang Jian at any time.

Yang Jian, who was looking thoughtful, suddenly stopped and seemed to realize something.

A bowl of bloody dog?

Yes, why do I have to go to the vegetable market?

Yang Jian suddenly turned his head and stared at the dog, his eyes shining.

The big wolf dog, which was grinning with a fierce look before, seemed to sense danger at this time, whined a few words, turned around and ran away.

A moment later, Yang Jian walked into the second secret room with a bowl of dog blood and a smile.

He had just walked in for a while.

There is movement in the haunted closet.

The cupboard door above the ghost cupboard actually opened on its own without any wind at this time.

"Huh?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched and his expression became abnormal.

He always thought that this ghost cupboard couldn't be opened, so he never dared to mess with it. He didn't expect that this thing could open by itself.

"Does this ghost cupboard mean that I put this bowl of blood in it?" Yang Jian observed very vigilantly for a while and found that there were no other emergencies or dangers after the cupboard door was opened, and he immediately thought of the key to the problem.

Just like stuffing paper before, he carefully stretched the bowl of dog blood toward the cupboard door.

The other end of the bowl gradually disappeared into the darkness of the cupboard door. This process was very slow, and he was even ready to stop and leave at any time.

When the bowl was less than a third of the way into the darkness, Yang Jian clearly felt something holding the other end of the bowl.

His face changed slightly, and he immediately retracted his palm.

Most of the bowl was floating in mid-air in the cupboard door, then slowly put back into the cupboard door, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Crunch~!"

The sound of the old cupboard door echoed.

The door above the ghost closet was closed.

But at the same time, the door under the ghost closet opened.

Yang Jian saw that the floor below the ghost cupboard was very normal. It was just an ordinary cupboard. It was made of wood on three sides and painted with mottled paint. There was no darkness or anything strange inside. It was incompatible with the layer above, forming a A huge contrast.

But what made him uneasy was.

There was a bowl of egg-fried rice inside the lower half of the cupboard door. The bowl of egg-fried rice was even smoking, giving off the aroma of food.

"Where did this bowl of egg fried rice come from?" Yang Jian fell into deep thought.

In an old wooden cabinet that has been covered in dust for hundreds of years, a bowl of blood is exchanged for a bowl of egg fried rice. The key is that it is hot.

It's simply unbelievable.

Yang Jian brought out the bowl of egg fried rice and wanted to confirm the authenticity of the item, but then he discovered that there was a piece of paper under the plate containing the egg fried rice.

There was a crooked line written on the paper: Help me move the cupboard out.