Mysterious Recovery

At the same time, within the ancient town of Ping An.

This is the new urban area of ​​the ancient town, which belongs to the tourist area invested and built by Zhongzhou City.

Feng Quan was left alone in this new city. Yang Jian told him not to set foot in the old city because he was worried that there were some weird things in the old city to avoid unpredictable danger.

He also noticed something wrong with the old town.

Therefore, he did not oppose Yang Jian's proposal.

"Everyone's signals have disappeared." Feng Quan found a special hotel to check in. He noticed the changes in the signals of several people through the satellite positioning mobile phone.

Just before.

Everyone’s signal disappeared, including Yang Jian’s personal cell phone.

He stood by the window and looked at it.

The direction of the old town of Taiping Ancient Town is dim and gloomy.

Although there are also street lights, the street lights there seem to be particularly dim, just like the aging lamp tubes and insufficient power supply, there is no way to illuminate the whole street like here, and this situation is particularly obvious after night.

But ordinary people will certainly not pay attention to this change.

"There is indeed danger over there." Feng Quan secretly said in his heart.

But at this moment.

Suddenly.

He heard some movement from the corridor outside the door. It was the sound of someone dragging some heavy object down the corridor and walking downstairs.

Feng Quan didn't care at the beginning.

But when the movement came to the top of the stairs, he suddenly turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Years of experience told him that this sound was not caused by dragging objects, but by someone dragging the corpse, and the corpse's feet fell on the steps.

Immediately.

He opened the door and walked over with a solemn expression, holding a shovel covered with dirt in his hand.

A faint mist was inexplicably floating in the corridor.

soon.

Feng Quan came to the stairs. He saw two corpses wrapped in sheets. The corpses were fresh just after they died. The arms of the corpses exposed outside the sheets were the same as the skin color of a normal person. There was no difference, even on the corpses. There is also the residual body temperature, which has not completely cooled down.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties who dragged the body. He was dressed in hotel overalls as if he were cleaning.

"Sorry, there is a bit of **** that needs to be put off for disposal, I hope it doesn't bother you."

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Feng Quan on the stairs, showing a simple but sorry smile.

The smile was slightly stiff.

It's unnatural, but I can't tell what's wrong.

"Isn't the dead person supposed to report the crime the first time?" Feng Quan's face was gloomy, he stared at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but he still dragged two corpses wrapped in sheets and walked downstairs.

"If there is no person in charge in Zhongzhou City, I am the person in charge here. You can report to me. If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I have the right to take you down."

Feng Quan revealed his identity and also showed his own documents.

But the middle-aged man walked on his own as if he hadn't heard him.

"In that case, then"

Before the words were finished, the thick fog instantly enveloped the corridors, and then beside the middle-aged man, a muddy shovel suddenly slapped it down and hit the man's head directly.

If a normal person is killed in such a shot, at the very least, he will be in a coma.

The middle-aged man dragging the corpse staggered and fell directly to the ground, and immediately there was no movement.

Feng Quan walked out of the thick fog, he picked up the middle-aged man, and planned to bury this guy first. After all, this is an unstable factor and should not be careless.

"So light?"

However, the moment he picked it up, the middle-aged man in hotel overalls did not have the weight of a normal adult, but was light and fluttering.

Turn around and take a look.

Feng Quan's face suddenly changed slightly.

This is not a living person at all, but a paper person burned to the dead by sacrifices.

"What did Liu San do?" Feng Quan immediately thought of the paper man Liu San.

However, he didn't wait for him to think about it.

The ghost fog around was quickly dissipating, and at the same time a slightly old voice sounded: "The servant who spent three yuan on the discount was shot to death by a shovel like this. It’s not easy for the guests to do this. Okay, I have to lose money."

"Who?"

Feng Quan gave a low drink, and then immediately followed the direction of the sound.

He ignored the two corpses on the ground, quickly went downstairs, and then came to the lobby of this small hotel. When he was about to go out, he suddenly stopped.

Then he turned to look at the counter next to him.

An old kerosene lamp was placed on the counter with a yellow light, and a man wearing an old cloth hat with wrinkles on his face, about sixty years old, was lying there, raising his head slightly at the moment. Look at Feng Quan.

The two looked at each other.

One was dignified and cautious, and the other with a slightly smile, as if saying hello.

"An old resident of Taiping Ancient Town?" Feng Quan immediately inferred some information when he saw this person's dress.

"Your shovel is very unusual. It's not easy to slap my servant to death in one shot."

The man said, "How do you plan to compensate me? This is an old thing that I have ordered for decades. It is broken and one is missing. I don't have any extra money to buy it."

"Who are you?" Feng Quan held the shovel, and the lights in the lobby flickered.

The thick fog gradually appeared, and soon, the door next to it was completely covered by the thick fog, and then disappeared in front of my eyes.

Everything around was blocked by dense fog, but the light was still swaying near the kerosene lamp at the hotel's front desk, and the dense fog could not get close to it. It seemed to be blocked by an invisible spiritual force.

"I am the owner of this hotel, you can call me, Boss Liu."

After speaking, the man grinned, and he was a little proud.

It seems that being a boss makes him very happy and very proud.

"Boss Liu?"

Feng Quan knew that this was an unimportant fake name when he heard it. He said, "Are you also a ghost master?"

"Ghost master? I am not, don't talk nonsense, I am a serious businessman." Boss Liu shook his head quickly in denial.

"It's not how ghost masters can have supernatural things." Feng Quandao.

"I bought it with money, and my ancestor uploaded it." Boss Liu said, "It's you, who is so young and looks like a human and a ghost, and you are not afraid of scaring others when you go out."

"You killed the two people upstairs?" Feng Quan did not answer his question.

Boss Liu strongly denied: "Nonsense, I'm doing a serious business, how could I kill people and even kill guests? The two of them didn't know if they were lucky or unlucky. They strayed into the ghost street and took away the things from the ghost street. Naturally, I have to pay a heavy price. During the day, I wanted to refuse the two of them to stay, but recently the business in the store is not very good, so I made an exception and agreed."

"I didn't expect them to die so quickly. I thought they would die again in a few days. It seems that they took an incredible thing."

Feng Quan's eyes moved: "Ghost Street? What is that place."

"Ghost Street in Taiping Town, a very famous place, don’t you know? Oh, yes, you are not a local, and it’s normal if you don’t know. When it comes to Ghost Street, it’s an incredible place. There are all kinds of weird things. Sell"

Speaking of this, boss Liu sighed: "Unfortunately, the time has passed. The bustling ghost street was also run down and declined. As expected, this era does not belong to them anymore. Fortunately, I changed careers quickly and opened a hotel. I can earn a year. I can retire after a few years. I hope I can collect enough money before I die to buy a coffin. I heard that cremation has become popular recently. I don’t know if the coffin shop will close down because of bad business. ."

Feng Quan paid attention to several pieces of information.

Ghost street, coffin shop, save money to buy coffins

"It's really not easy for you, you know a lot, do you know about Ghost Lake?" Feng Quan said.

Speaking of Ghost Lake, the boss Liu's face changed immediately.

No longer so easy, but a little gloomy.

But soon, Boss Liu narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You lose money first. As long as you have money, you can ask anything, knowing that I know."

"How much."

Feng Quan said: "Report the number, and I can pass it on to you."

He also has the right to mobilize Dachang City's operation funds, which is easy to several hundred million.

"I want that stuff."

Boss Liu pointed to the shovel in Feng Quan's hand: "I know it is an old object at a glance. It is very valuable. Maybe it can sell for dozens of yuan."

"Do you think I will give it to you?"

Feng Quan said: "And with this thing, you provoke a captain, do you still want to live in peace?"

"It's so serious."

Boss Liu waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. The captain sounds like a big man. My little boss can't afford to offend you. Just give me three or four dollars. I don't think it is too little."

He rubbed his fingers, the meaning was obvious.

"I don't have the three or four yuan you said." Feng Quan is not stupid. Of course he knows that this boss is definitely not ordinary money.

After thinking about it, he took out a red ghost candle: "I can bring this candle to you, if you are willing to tell me the secret here."

"Prior inspection."

Boss Liu looked at the red candle and became a little curious, his eyes lit up slightly, as if he had seen something novel.

"Okay." Feng Quan threw the red ghost candle to him.

Boss Liu took it, put it directly in front of his nose and repeatedly smelled it several times.

"There are ashes, corpse oil, blood, and more"

Violently.

He put down the red ghost candle and smiled: "Yes, it's a good thing. It's a pity to burn it, but it's worth a little bit. It's just not enough. How about another one? This thing is not a rare thing. I have raw materials. It can also be controlled."

"Just one, no more." Feng Quan said.

"Your shovel is an antique, so rare. You give it to me. I don't count the account of my servant who killed my servant before. I will give you another seven yuan. How about it?" Boss Liu picked up and searched and didn't know where it came from. Worked out a piece of paper money.

Colorful.

It was actually a seven-yuan denomination.

It was exactly the same as the paper money before Yang Jian.

"This is a seven-yuan bill. It's rare for you to see it once in your life. Smell it. The smell of money is so serious. This smell is really good. The coffin I saved for half my life could have been paid to you at once." He said. While staring at Feng Quan's shovel.

Obviously, in his eyes, nothing is as important as the broken shovel.

"I said that this thing is not for sale. If you want, you can grab it and kill me. This thing is yours. It depends on whether the boss has such ability." Feng Quandao.

How could he sell this supernatural item, this is a life-saving thing.

However, Boss Liu didn't mean to grab it. He sighed, and silently collected the seven yuan, and then put away the red ghost candle: "Nothing, nothing, I suffered a little loss today. For the servants, if the old ones don’t go away, the new ones don’t come. Sooner or later, there will be a good or bad day, and it seems unkind for me to compare with your future livelihoods."

"You don't care, but my question is not over. You are from Taiping Ancient Town, involved in the spiritual circle, how much do you know about Ghost Lake." Feng Quan asked seriously.

"The headquarters has sent several captains to investigate. If you don't tell me, the secrets here will be revealed sooner or later. If you cooperate a little, you may reduce the influence and kill some people."

Boss Liu's eyes rolled: "I'm a broken mouth, but I don't dare to talk nonsense. Saying it is harmful to you offspring. You can't handle the ghost lake thing. It's better to withdraw as soon as possible. Things you can get involved in, if you come here early, I will definitely stop you from going to death."

"How do you say it." Feng Quan then asked.

Boss Liu looked outside the store.

But I can't see clearly, the place is shrouded in dense fog, and even the gate disappears in the dense fog.

Boss Liu slowly took out a teacup from under the counter and poured a glass of water: "This is the ghost lake that you said."

Then he grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the small dish next to him: "This is a ghost."

Then he put the melon seeds into the water cup one by one: "When the ghost enters the ghost lake, it will sink."

A melon seed fell into the water cup and soon sank to the bottom of the cup.

"One and two are okay, it won't affect anything." Boss Liu kept his hands and threw the seeds in.

"But if there are more, the water in the glass will overflow."

After losing seven or eight melon seeds in, the water in the glass overflowed along the edge and flowed onto the counter.

"The overflowing water is a supernatural event in your mouth, but if this situation continues, the water will continue to overflow." Boss Liu said, again throwing melon seeds into the water cup one after another.

Seeing this situation, Feng Quan was stunned: "Is this the truth about the out-of-control Ghost Lake?"

It turns out that the ghost lake is carrying too many ghosts, so the ghost lake is out of control.

It's no wonder that the Ghost Lake incident was still inconspicuous at the beginning, but the incident gradually escalated to the present S-level supernatural incident.

Boss Liu grinned, "Water is not good, but melon seeds are also hard to eat. Everything has a limit. What should happen will happen. It cannot be avoided. Understand? I am also unlucky. I am not at this age. If you are young, you can live for more than ten years if you are old. I don't know what the world will be like in ten years."

"There is no way to solve it?" Feng Quan asked.

"There is no law to cure the root cause, but it can be cured." Boss Liu reached out and took out all the seeds from the water glass, and then took another sip of water.

The water in the glass dropped and did not overflow.

"That can't be done." Feng Quan understood this boss Liu's method.

Salvage the ghosts in the ghost lake, and then reduce the ghosts of the ghost lake.

In this way, the eruption of this supernatural event can be delayed.

But despite this, it is very, very difficult.

"So, I'll still open a store in peace and make money, continue to save the coffin, don't toss about it." Boss Liu shook his head and said.

Feng Quandao: "Are there other ways besides this method? You said before that everything is sold on Ghost Street, and there are ways to solve Ghost Lake."

However, before he finished speaking, Boss Liu hissed suddenly: "Quiet, there are people in town."

"Um?"

Feng Quan's expression moved slightly, and immediately he looked out of the door.

The thick fog is dispersing.

It looked like a hole had been cracked.

A path for one person to pass appeared. At this time, a light was lit on the street outside. A slightly hump-backed one-eyed old man carried an oil lamp and opened the door to enter.

As soon as he entered, there was a smell of paper dust around him.

It's like returning from burning paper just now.

"Boss Liu, why haven't the dead people been carried out yet." The one-eyed old man said harshly.

"My servant died. It was delayed. I'll ship it out later." Boss Liu hurriedly said with a polite smile.

The one-eyed old man turned a pale one-eyed weirdly, looking at Feng Quan, and then at the shovel in his hand: "It's rare for a person to be buried mostly in the soil."

"Are you an old resident of Taiping Town?" Feng Quan's expression was indifferent: "Are you also a person in the psychic circle?"

"He lives in a store, and he has never been to the town." Boss Liu said at the moment.

The one-eyed old man stopped talking, just turned around and left with the lamp: "The body can't stay here, it must be transported out quickly."

"This is fortune, this is fortune." Boss Liu nodded repeatedly.

The door closed.

The dense fog closed and the one-eyed old man left.

A dim oil lamp flickered on the street outside, and the ghost fog could not erode.

"Don't worry about the guest. Although he has a bad temper, he can only manage the town. This is not Taiping Ancient Town. He can't control it. He just slipped into my question. It has nothing to do with you." Boss Liu said afterwards. Stand up with a kerosene lamp.

"I'm going to transport those two bodies, help me?"

Feng Quan's eyes moved slightly, and he hesitated for a moment: "Okay."

The ghost fog around quickly dissipated, and he followed the boss Liu and walked upstairs to the inn, preparing to move out the two unfinished corpses.

But he didn't want to move the corpse, but took this opportunity to better understand the secrets here.

However, Feng Quan was full of worries in his heart.

The actions of the captains must be dangerous and unsuccessful at the moment.

His worry is correct ~www.wuxiaspot.com~at the moment.

Above the ghost lake.

Yang Jian, Shen Lin, Li Jun, Liu San, and A Hong stood on the small black wooden boat, but floating corpses densely floating on the lake around them.

None of these corpses was decomposed.

And as time passed, some corpses had actually begun to show some unusual movements.

A female corpse suddenly opened her eyes, dead gray and pale.

A female corpse opened her mouth and let out a weird laugh, like a dream.

Other female corpses turned over in the water, causing a splash of water.

On the stern.

The white ghost candle has burned for more than half, but it has not gone out.