Mysterious Recovery

A ghost wielder in the Republic of China suspected that he used a stick of incense to reawaken his disappeared consciousness and come back to life again.

It's hard to imagine.

This kind of resurrection is more difficult than resurrection in the traditional sense, because the resurrected people still need to re-control the supernatural power.

Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing.

Do not.

It should not be Liu Qingqing anymore, but the consciousness of a stranger in the Republic of China.

It doesn't matter who this person is.

The important thing is that this person is a real figure in the Republic of China, and a figure in the supernatural circle during the Republic of China. The information and things she knows are probably unimaginable. The most important thing now is whether she is willing to confide it.

"Who is the old man in the ancient house?" Yang Jian asked the first question directly.

Liu Qingqing smiled, with a slightly weird smile: "The people in my group are just like you now. Some are alive and some die. Those who are alive must stay in the spiritual land, and those who die must do their own thing. Prepare, he is much better than me, but there are times when he can't stand it anyway."

"How to solve the problem of Li Gui's recovery?" Yang Jian's eyes were cold, and he directly asked the most important question.

Liu Qingqing said: "It can't be solved. If this problem can be solved, we won't have to die, so I won't tell you how to control ghosts. Each era has its own characteristics. Maybe people of your era can. Find a way out of the ordinary to surpass our group of people."

"Didn't any of you live to the present?" Yang Jian frowned.

"You have lived till now." Liu Qingqing said.

"understood."

Yang Jian understood the meaning of this Liu Qingqing's words.

In each era, there are always some ghost masters who can go far. These paths cannot be copied. They are the result of the collision of death and luck. Even if you tell you the method, you can only listen to it as a story. That success cannot be copied.

Just like the old Qin, when you are in your mother's womb, you are a different kind. Can you learn this method?

Or, like Wang Chaling, directly inheriting the first and second generations of the Wang family who turned into a ghost, there is no way to learn.

So Yang Jian stopped struggling with this issue, but continued to ask: "Where is this place? It doesn't exist in reality. It can only be reached by a supernatural bus."

"In the words you can understand, this is a ghost territory, isolated from reality, but after all, the balance will fail, and it will emerge in reality again. The supernatural bus is just a tool for traveling through various special areas." Liu Qingqing slowly 'S walked around the house.

She touched her head.

The place that had been dented by the blood-stained wooden hammer was recovering quickly at this moment.

soon.

Liu Qingqing's body became perfect again.

Seeing this look slightly moved, Yang Jian continued to ask, "Why are there ghosts in the world?"

Liu Qingqing was startled for a moment, and finally smiled, smiling very happily, covering her mouth as if watching a joke.

"Is this question funny?" Yang Jian frowned.

Liu Qingqing walked over. She was wearing red high heels, walking on slender legs, and her posture was elegant, revealing a classic beauty. She walked up to Yang Jian and smiled and said, "Have you never heard of ghost stories? ?"

"I heard it, but it's all fake." Yang Jian said.

"How do you know that those are fake? The story is circulating, the truth is hidden in it, and your current level is too low, not when you are thinking about this kind of problem, waiting for you to live for another three years, you can wake up the second The person who sticks incense, he will tell you this question." Liu Qingqing said.

Level is too low?

As the top ghost master, Yang Jian has mastered the three ghosts and became an outlier. He has mastered and restarted himself. He has coffin nails and hatchets. Such capital will be judged as too low-level.

"You don't want to disclose information, so why communicate with me." Yang Jian asked coldly.

He felt that the characters in the Republic of China were not extinct, nor was it that there was no way to pass the information to future generations, but that the information seemed to be deliberately buried.

If the truth tells posterity some truth, there are 10,000 ways.

so.

What Wang Xiaoming said at the time was correct, and there is no point in tracing the past.

The past is buried, it means that the past was a failure. Pursuing a failed era is just a waste of time.

"I woke up too early. I planned to visit a place, but he died, so I chose to stay in this ancient house, but I didn't expect you to open this room." Liu Qingqing said.

"What's special about this room?" Yang Jian said: "I came here because of the ghost cupboard."

Liu Qingqing said: "This room is a ghost. To be precise, these red objects are a puzzle of a ghost. It is trying to recover."

"Is it just that?" Yang Jian stared at her with a somewhat suspicious attitude.

Does a ghost need so much time and effort to prepare so many objects to imprison him?

Coffin nails, golden utensils, or a coffin.

Anything like that is fine.

"At least the information I know is like this. After all, these things were not made by me." Liu Qingqing said, it seems that she is only a participant, not a creator.

------>>

Yang Jian was silent at this moment.

He didn't know much useful information from the population during this period of the Republic of China.

He couldn't find the source of Li Gui, and he couldn't get a way to restrain Li Gui's recovery, and he didn't even unlock many spiritual secrets.

"What's on the fifth floor of the Ghost Post Office?" No way, Yang Jian gave up some high-level questions, and he directly asked some of the current questions.

Liu Qingqing laughed again: "Above the fifth floor there is the sixth floor. That is the core of the post office, but only one person can enter the sixth floor. Moreover, the person who enters the sixth floor has no choice in his entire life. Leave the post office."

"Why?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched.

This information is very useful.

"Because that person will control the post office, is this answer okay?"

Liu Qingqing said: "Your question is getting more and more naive. You can discover many things by yourself. It doesn't make any sense to ask me here. You should go out. The seven days in the ancient house are the task given to you by the post office. You can complete it. Only then are eligible to enter the fifth floor of the post office."

She seemed to lose interest in answering, turned around and walked towards the room again.

"A question that is naive to you is a matter of life for those of us. There is indeed a reason why you were buried when you died, and it is reasonable that such a headstrong character cannot survive." Yang Jian Road coldly.

These words seem to touch people in this period of the Republic of China.

She stopped, and the moments around her became gloomy and cold.

This is not an illusion, but a real gloomy feeling.

It was as if the ghost was recovering, and the supernatural power was invading the body.

Yang Jian’s ghost swayed, resisting the surrounding influence, and he stood with a cracked spear in his hand: “Are you angry? That’s right, since your time is running out, just give me your memory, I can be there. Live longer in this world, go farther, and resolve more supernatural events."

Facing the answers from this woman, he was not satisfied.

So he wants to do it himself.

Fight for it.

If he wins, he will inherit the memory of a top ghost wielder during the Republic of China.

Lost.

Maybe it will be buried in this ancient house.

Very reckless.

But Yang Jian didn't think so, because he wasn't sure how long he would wait for the next chance after losing this opportunity.

Liu Qingqing slowly turned around: "How do you steal the memory of a living person from Li Gui?"

"Sure enough, are you a stranger too?"

The impulse that Yang Jian had just gotten stopped instantly.

She was awakened for a short time, but the essence was still a ghost, just because the power of that stick of incense helped her wake up briefly, once this time period passed, her consciousness would dissipate.

This point is inexplicably similar to Yang Jian.

If one day his ghost image recovers, then his own consciousness will also be suppressed and swallowed by the ghost, but that consciousness has not disappeared, and it can still be awakened by some means.

only.

The consciousness controlled by the ghost can no longer be stolen.

The collision of supernatural and supernatural will only crash.

Therefore, Liu Qingqing is reminding Yang Jian. Even if she didn't fight back and let Yang Jian steal the memory, Yang Jian couldn't do it, and even died because of it.

"My time is almost here."

Suddenly, Liu Qingqing spoke again. She raised her arm, but her arm, which was originally white and flawless, began to dry up, showing signs of decay.

The complexion on his body began to darken.

Even the cheongsam is not as bright as before.

The fragrance in the air began to appear accompanied by a faint smell of corpse.

Obviously.

That stick of incense is beginning to fail, and soon she will become a ghost completely.

"You should go. Before I lose control, I will deal with it in this room. This person will not die, she will live well, and I will give her a gift."

Liu Qingqing turned her head again, she slowly walked to the dressing table and sat down, ignoring the existence of Yang Jian.

Seeing this, Yang Jian finally chose to give up.

He did not act on Liu Qingqing.

It doesn't make sense anymore.

If the memory cannot be stolen, there is no benefit to doing this.

------>>

This person is already on the verge of recovery, and if the stimulation continues, I am afraid that the time for the incense stick will continue to shorten.

When the time comes, he will not be fighting against people, but against a terrifying ghost.

But Yang Jian was unwilling to leave like this.

He looked around in this festive and weird room, as if he wanted to take something away.

I can't take a trip in vain.

"You take this thing away, the ghost you meet someday may be able to help you."

The cheongsam woman spoke again. She took out an object from the drawer of the dressing table and threw it out.

It is a jade bracelet.

The color of the jade is black, but the inside is bright, as if blood has penetrated in.

The bracelet fell on the ground and made a crisp sound, but it did not break.

This is a supernatural item, no matter how fragile it looks, it will not be damaged as long as the supernatural power is still there.

"What's the use of this thing?" Yang Jian asked.

The woman stopped talking, but hummed a little tune gently. It was a drama, very classical, with a bit of nostalgia and sadness.

Her dark hair was falling, and her bright cheongsam was getting dirty.

It seems that everything is aging and decayed quickly.

But it was just a double image, the real Liu Qingqing still sat there with his eyes closed, motionless, unaffected by any effect.

It's just that Yang Jiangui can see all this clearly.

To ordinary people, Double Shadow and Liu Qingqing are both the same person, and there is no difference at all.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but picked up the red bracelet on the ground, then turned and left.

The situation is bad.

He doesn't need to care about anything with someone who is about to recover.

Before leaving, he even closed the door of the room, but it was not locked. He wanted to take this lock with him.

"Yang Jian, we should meet again..."

In the red room, a whisper echoed with a slight smile.

"The transaction task of the ghost cupboard is completed. The post office has the sixth floor and got a red bracelet... This trip does not seem to be a loss." Yang Jian looked back.

He dared not approach that room anymore.

Because next time you open the door, Liu Qingqing will no longer be inside, but a real ghost.

That room will become a taboo, isolating everyone from entering.

It doesn't matter whether the door is locked or not.

So after there was no value to stay here, he immediately went back the same way, bypassing the weird crowd and came to the middle of the lobby.

"Team Yang, are you back? What happened there just now, why is there no movement at all?" Zhou Deng was still standing there, he asked curiously.

But when he spoke, his eyes stayed on the red bracelet in Yang Jian's hand.

"Nothing? No, I met Liu Qingqing there, but that was not the real Liu Qingqing. She was eroded by the supernatural power. A consciousness that didn't belong to her was talking to me. Didn't you hear?" Yang Jian Asked.

It should be heard at such a close distance.

However, not only Zhou Deng, but several others beside him also shook their heads and said that they had not heard.

Yang Jian's expression changed, and his ghost eyes immediately looked at the aisle again.

The previously locked room disappeared.

There is only one wall, and there is no locked door.

"Disappeared? Was the woman in the Republic of China doing it? She wanted to take away all this, and then find a place to deal with her own affairs~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yang Jian's eyes flickered, guessing like this in her heart.

"It seems that Team Yang has entered an unknown place, and the spirit has interfered with everything, so we can't know the situation. In that case, Team Yang won't you tell us?" Zhou Deng asked, his eyes fixed on Yang Jian's bracelet.

As if wanting to take this opportunity to inquire about the news, and then wait for the opportunity to also find that place.

"It's nothing, just take me temporarily away for a while, don't ask any more, this time the first seven letter delivery tasks have not been completed, the danger is still there, don't be curious about other things." Yang Jian took a deep breath. , He withdrew his gaze.

No longer think about everything that happened before.

It was a bizarre experience.

The top priority is to stabilize today's situation.

After all, the transaction of the ghost cupboard and the task of sending the letter are two things, and there is no mutual interference with each other.

"Don't tell me, I definitely want to eat alone." Zhou Deng whispered.