Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian returned to the lounge of Shangtong Building.

He found Tong Qian and said seriously: "I want to disappear for a few days to deal with my situation. The location is in the safe house No. 1 in Guanjiang Community. If I don't come out after three days, or there is no contact, then I might be dead, and safe house No. 1 will be sealed and no one can enter."

"Then you become the second captain and help look after Dachang City."

He was giving instructions and arranging funeral arrangements.

Tong Qian was stunned for a moment, then asked: "What are the chances of success?"

It is very difficult to regain the balance of the body. Yang Jian said that the process must be very dangerous, and even the things after death have been arranged.

"I don't know, who can say for sure when it comes to supernatural things, but this is not the first time this has happened. It's best to survive. If I die, it means I can only stop here. After all, I can control ghosts. Everyone will die one day." Yang Jian was very calm.

He has experienced too much life, death and terror, and has become indifferent to it.

"I understand." Tong Qian was silent, and he nodded slightly: "Is there anything you need help with?"

Yang Jian said: "Looking after Dachang City is the greatest help to me."

"I'm talking about other than that?" Tong Qian said.

Yang Jian shook his head: "No, you don't need to help me with anything."

"Okay, then I look forward to your coming back." Tong Qian said solemnly.

"I also hope that I can get through this." Yang Jian smiled slightly, his smile was cold and slightly stiff.

"gone."

He didn't waste time. The ghost realm spread and the whole person disappeared.

Tong Qian looked solemn and looked through the window in the direction of Guanjiang Community.

He knew in his heart that it was impossible for Yang Jian to face the next stage of the ghost's resurgence so quickly in his current state. How long had it just passed? After only about two months, I had to deal with my own situation again.

In the final analysis, it was still too much effort, using too much of the devil's power.

Yang Jian can live well if he stays away from supernatural events.

It's just that Yang Jian can't seem to stop, like an out-of-control car that can only speed on the highway.

This is called being involuntarily.

Tong Qian is also a ghost controller, and he feels the same way.

Yang Jian returned directly to his home in Guanjiang Community, and at the same time he also forcibly brought Zhang Liqin back from the company.

Zhang Liqin was still handling affairs in the office of Shangtong Building. She was back home in the blink of an eye, which really shocked her. However, she was relieved when she saw Yang Jian.

Ghostland?

She secretly looked at Yang Jian and found that Yang Jian's face was not good and seemed to be heavy.

"I need you to help me record the content of this incident, so I brought you back directly from the company. Let's put the things in your hands aside for the time being." Yang Jian sat on the sofa in the living room and said slightly indifferently.

"Okay." Zhang Liqin nodded: "I'll go to the room to get my notebook."

"No."

Yang Jian grabbed the notebook casually and took it out, then threw it away.

Zhang Liqin subconsciously took it.

"Have you done what I asked Tong Qian to inform you about ordering special steel for me?" Yang Jian asked casually.

"I was contacting various manufacturers just now to ask them to ship things over. It should be done before noon tomorrow." Zhang Liqin said, she did not dare to be careless about Yang Jian's matter.

Once something is asked, the company usually completes it regardless of the cost.

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Very good, where is Jiang Yan? I didn't see her in the company just now."

The reason for not seeing it is that it was not discovered in the ghost realm.

"She went back to your hometown. Auntie said that the house in her hometown was a bit dilapidated and needed to be renovated and rebuilt, so Jiang Yan went to help. In addition, Jiang Yan also asked me to ask you, do you need to build a safe house there?" Zhang Liqin asked.

Yang Jian's expression moved: "Jiang Yan still has many ideas. It turns out that this is the reason why she is so concerned about building a house in my hometown. But it is a good thing. It is the best that can be built. How about the gold reserves?"

Zhang Liqin said in a somewhat resentful tone, "I'm not your accountant, so I don't know how much your assets are. However, Jiang Yan mentioned to me that the gold reserves are enough to build a safe house for about five people."

"Then build it." Yang Jian said, which was regarded as approval.

Zhang Liqin nodded and said, "Then I'll talk to Jiang Yan later, but isn't the safe house for five people a little too small?"

"It should be enough for home use." Yang Jian thought for a moment and said.

"Then there will be more people at home in the future?" Zhang Liqin blinked and said, "After all, there may be children in the future, so be prepared, and I will often go back to your hometown with you in the future."

With a somewhat coquettish tone, she said,

"Then let's build a safe house for ten people. Don't renovate the remaining houses. Choose a new address to rebuild." Yang Jian said.

"Okay." Zhang Liqin agreed happily.

Yang Jian said: "Let's start recording. In addition, I will be away for a while these days. The company will operate as usual. If you have any questions, go to Tong Qian."

Zhang Liqin immediately sat upright and prepared to record Yang Jian's experience during this trip.

I experienced a lot this time, and I only finished recording these things late at night.

The next day, Yang Jian had returned to Safe House No. 1. Before he left, he told Zhang Liqin to pile the purchased special steel in the backyard and he would handle it.

"Tomorrow at fifteen minutes past noon, my music box curse will break out."

Inside safe house number one

Yang Jian began to prepare for this situation.

He was thinking about his conversation with Dr. Chen yesterday and already had a rough plan of action in mind.

There is no need to rely on human skin or others to make plans, Yang Jian can do it himself.

"It is too dangerous to write a new memory. If it succeeds, then the worst case scenario will occur. There are two memories belonging to me in my mind, and one is rewritten by me. One copy was brought by Ghost Shadow.”

Yang Jian found a loophole.

He pondered.

If he is really dead after suffering the curse of the music box, his memory will not necessarily disappear and may remain as a ghost.

A complete ghost has the ability to steal the memories of living people.

This is not a hypothesis, but a high probability.

Even now his memory has been stolen by the ghost.

If the ghost shadow is killed by the curse of the music box, then something interesting will happen. The ghost shadow steals tens of thousands or even more memories. Which memory can dominate Yang Jian's body?

in other words.

Once the ghost dies and the curse of the music box disappears, who among the people killed by the ghost will be lucky enough to be resurrected in his own body?

Whose memory dominates the body, and whose consciousness is resurrected.

The rest can only become memories.

This is a draw.

All dead people draw a place for resurrection.

Yang Jian is also among them.

Therefore, he had to operate to ensure that his memory would be drawn, resurrected, and then replace the ghost shadow and become a powerful ghost with the consciousness of a living person.

“I need to use old newspapers stained with blood.

Yang Jian, who had been sitting in the safe house and meditating for several hours, suddenly stood up, then walked into a room and took out a supernatural item.

It was an old, blood-stained old newspaper.

He had considered using this old newspaper to rewrite his memory.

But it will be very troublesome, because once the written memory conflicts with Yang Jian's own memory in his mind, he will doubt who Yang Jian is.

Once you start thinking like this.

Yang Jian's authenticity and uniqueness will be obliterated.

By then, maybe he will be neither Yang Jian nor Li Gui, but a brand new personality and a brand new consciousness.

So, he improved the plan.

"I just need to confirm that I am Yang Jian. I can find the memory that belongs to Yang Jian from the countless memories and retrieve everything in my life. For me, it is like sleeping and losing my memory for a few years." For an hour, it was back to normal again, without any trouble or conflict at all.”

Yang Jian thought so.

"So there is no need to change the memory, just confirm the memory."

Think of this.

He began to prepare.

He took a pen and wrote a few words on the old blood-stained newspaper: I am Yang Jian.

There is no other content.

Just these few words.

And in order to ensure his uniqueness and let the blood-stained old newspaper deeply affect his consciousness, he wrote these four words repeatedly.

"I am Yang Jian."

The handwriting, some large and some small, began to fill the entire blood-stained old newspaper.

Yang Jian couldn't use ordinary means to remind himself. He had to borrow another supernatural power to remind himself to avoid being swallowed up by other memories, causing him to be unable to wake up and take control of his body.

soon.

An old newspaper stained with blood is full of four words: I am Yang Jian.

Only then did Yang Jian stop writing and put the blood-stained old newspaper next to him.

Subsequently.

Another piece of preparation has to be done.

He looked up slightly.

While the safe house was not closed, his ghost realm extended outside.

At this time, he saw that the special steel ordered by Zhang Liqin had arrived, and the goods had been unloaded and placed in the backyard of his villa.

Yang Jian directly used Ghost Domain to transfer this batch of special steel, and then began to re-forge weapons.

He skillfully melted the gold, poured the mold, and confirmed the properties of several steel materials, mixed them together, and sandwiched them inside.

The hatchet cannot be melted and contains supernatural power, so it can only be wrapped inside, forming a single-edged spear head.

Then coffin nails were set into the tail section.

A golden spear appeared in front of him. There were many irregular cracks on the spear, which looked like traces of failed quenching. In fact, Yang Jian did this on purpose. He needed his own ghost realm. You can hack, make sure you can touch the hatchet and trigger the medium.

Yang Jian tried to wave.

This time the spear was not crooked or deformed, and could withstand his force.

"It's not bad. It'll look refined and durable after polishing."

Yang Jian continued polishing and repairing, and transformed into a blacksmith.

The sound of banging echoed in the safe house.

This is how a supernatural weapon that combines a hatchet and a coffin nail was formed.

His ghost hand grasped the gun body, and followed the ghost hand's invasion along the cracks above, touching the hatchet.

Ghosts cover the ground and the medium is formed directly.

He saw the images of many people, which were the footprints left by Zhang Wei, Wang Xiaoming, and Jiang Yan who entered the safe house.

But he didn't dare to pull out the spear because the coffin nail inlaid on the other end was still nailing his shadow.

"If I really die, even if the ghost is revived, the ghost will not be able to use this thing, because this item requires some skills." Yang Jian thought to himself.

This is not something you can just pick up and use.

And ghosts are not that smart. If they really touch the spear, it will be like a piece of scrap metal at best. They cannot touch the medium accurately and cannot use the hatchet.

This technique is not difficult;

For those who control ghosts, it makes sense.

But it is very difficult for ghosts who actually act according to the rules of killing.

"I also need a coffin to contain myself."

Yang Jian then took a look at the special steel and directly used Ghost Domain to influence it, and an iron coffin appeared in front of him.

But this thing can't resist the evil ghost.

So Yang Jian continued to melt the gold, hollowed out the middle of the coffin, and poured it inside to form a mezzanine.

In this way, a coffin that can contain evil ghosts is formed.

"If I die, this coffin will be my burial place." Yang Jian touched the cold coffin and could imagine that he would spend the next few days in it.