Mysterious Recovery

Yang Jian returned to the lounge of Shangtong Building.

He found Tong Qian and said seriously: "I want to disappear for a few days and deal with my own situation. The location is in the safe house No. 1 in Guanjiang Community. If I do not come out after three days, or if I have no contact, then I may already be dead. By then, safe house No. 1 will be sealed and no one will go in."

"Then you became the second captain and helped take care of Dachang City."

He was admonishing and arranging funerals.

Tong Qian froze for a moment, and then asked: "What is the chance of success?"

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

"I don’t know, who can say that it’s a matter of spirituality, but it’s not the first time in this situation. It’s the best to survive. If I die, it means I can only stop here. The person will die one day." Yang Jian was very calm.

He has experienced too much life and death and horror, and he has taken it lightly.

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

Yang Jian said, "Taking good care of Dachang City is my greatest help."

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

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

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

"I also expect that I can pass this level." Yang Jian smiled slightly, his smile was cold and slightly stiff.

"gone."

He didn't waste time, the ghost domain spread, and the whole person had disappeared in place.

Tong Qian looked solemn and looked out the window to the direction of Guanjiang Community.

He knew in his heart that it was impossible for Yang Jian to face the next stage of ghost recovery so quickly in his original state. How long has it passed now? In a mere two months or so, I have to deal with my own situation again.

After all, it was too hard, using too much power of a ghost.

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

It's just that Yang Jian's footsteps seem to be unable to stop, like an out of control car that can only speed on the highway.

This is involuntary.

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

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

Zhang Liqin was still dealing with affairs in the office of Shangtong Building before, and she returned home in the blink of an eye, which really shocked her, but when she saw Yang Jian, her hanging heart was relieved.

Ghost domain?

She looked at Yang Jian secretly and found that Yang Jian's face was not good, it seemed heavier.

"I need you to help me record the content of this incident, so I brought you back directly from the company, and let the things in my hands temporarily put away." Yang Jian sat on the sofa in the living room and said a little indifferently.

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

"no need."

Yang Jian grabbed it, and he took the notebook and threw it away.

Zhang Liqin took it subconsciously.

"I asked Tong Qian to inform you that the order for special steel for me was done?" Yang Jian asked casually.

"Just now I was contacting various manufacturers to ask them to ship the goods. It should be done before noon tomorrow." Zhang Liqin said, she is not sloppy about Yang Jian's affairs.

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

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

What you did not see means that you did not find it in the ghost domain.

"She went back to your hometown. Auntie said that the old house is a bit dilapidated and needs renovation and reconstruction, so Jiang Yan went to help. In addition, Jiang Yan also asked me to ask you, do I need to build a safe house there?" Zhang Liqin asked. .

Yang Jian's expression shifted: "Jiang Yan still has a lot of thoughts. This is the reason why I care about building a house in my hometown so much, but it is a good thing. It is the best that can be built. How about the gold reserve?"

Zhang Liqin said with a bit of resentment; "I'm not your accountant who knows how much your assets are, but Jiang Yan mentioned to me, just to build a safe house of about five people, the gold reserves are enough."

"Then build it." Yang Jian said, approved.

Zhang Liqin nodded and said: "Then I will go back and talk to Jiang Yan, but is the five-person safe house a bit smaller?"

"It should be enough for your own home." Yang Jian thought for a while.

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

She had a somewhat coquettish tone,

"Then a ten-person safe house, don't rebuild the house, and choose a new address to rebuild it." Yang Jian said.

"Okay." Zhang Liqin responded very happily.

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

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

This time I had a lot of experience, and it was late at night that these things were not recorded.

On the next day, Yang Jian had already returned to safe house 1. Before he left, he instructed Zhang Liqin to stack the special steel he bought in the backyard, and he would deal with it.

"Tomorrow at 1:15 noon, my music box curse will erupt."

Inside Safe House No. 1

Yang Jian began to prepare to deal with this situation.

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

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

“It’s too dangerous to write a new memory. If it really succeeds, then there will be a worst-case scenario. There are two memories that belong to me in my mind, and I rewrite one. One is from the ghost image."

Yang Jian found a loophole.

He was thinking.

If he assumes that he is really dead after accepting the Curse of the Music Box, his memory will not necessarily disappear, and may remain in ghosts.

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

This is not a hypothesis, but a high probability.

Even now his memory has been stolen by ghosts.

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

in other words.

Once the ghost is dead and the music box curse disappears, among those killed by the ghost, who will be lucky to resurrect in his own body?

Whoever's memory dominates the body, whose consciousness is resurrected.

The rest can only become memories.

This is a lottery.

All the dead draw a resurrection quota.

Yang Jian is also among them.

So he must do something to ensure that his memory will be drawn, and then resurrected, and then replace the ghost to become a ghost with a living consciousness.

"I need to use old blood-stained newspapers.

Sitting in the safe room, Yang Jian suddenly stood up, who had been meditating for several hours, then walked into a room and took out a spiritual object.

It was an old, blood-stained old newspaper.

He thought about using this old newspaper to rewrite a copy of his own 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 is Yang Jian in the end.

Once you start thinking like this.

The authenticity and uniqueness of Yang Jian will be obliterated.

At that time, he might be neither Yang Jian nor Li Gui, but a brand new personality and a brand new consciousness.

Therefore, he improved the plan.

"I just need to confirm that I am Yang Jian. I can find the memories belonging to Yang Jian from countless memories. Retrieving everything from my life is like a sleep and several amnesia for me. Hours, and then back to normal, there will be no trouble or conflict at all."

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This is what Yang Jian thinks.

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

Thought of this.

He began to prepare.

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

There is no other content.

Just these few words.

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

"I am Yang Jian"

The handwriting was large and small, and the whole blood-stained old newspaper began to be densely covered.

Yang Jian can't use ordinary means to remind himself, he must use another spiritual force to remind himself, to avoid being swallowed up by other memories, causing himself to be unable to wake up and dominate his body.

soon.

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

At this time, Yang Jian stopped writing and put the blood-stained old newspaper aside.

Subsequently.

Another preparatory work has to be carried out.

He looked up slightly.

Without closing the safe house, his ghost domain 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 the ghost domain to transfer this batch of special steel, and then began to rebuild the weapon.

He is very skilled at melting gold, pouring molds, and confirming the characteristics of several steels, mixing them together, and sandwiching them.

The hatchet can't be melted, it contains supernatural power, so it can only be wrapped in it, forming a single-edged spear head.

Then the coffin nails were inserted into the tail.

A full-length golden spear was presented 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 deliberately. He needs his own ghost domain. It can be invaded, ensuring that the hatchet can be touched to trigger the medium.

Yang Jian tried to wave.

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

"It's not bad, it's exquisite and beautiful after polishing."

Yang Jian continued to polish and repair, and became a blacksmith.

Accompanied by the beating sound echoed in the safe room.

A supernatural weapon combined with a hatchet and a coffin nail was thus formed.

His ghost hand was holding the gun body, and as the ghost hand invaded along the crack on it, it touched the hatchet.

Ghosts cover the ground, and the medium is directly formed.

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

But he dared not pull up the spear, because the other end of the coffin nail was inlaid with his shadow.

"If I really die, even if the ghost recovers, the ghost will not be able to use this thing, because this item requires some skill." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

This is not an existence that can be used by just picking it up.

The ghost is not that smart. Touching this spear is at best as a piece of scrap metal~www.NovelMTL.com~ can't accurately touch the medium, and can't use the hatchet. m

This technique is not difficult,

For ghost masters, it makes sense.

But it is very difficult for ghosts who really act according to the law of killing.

"I also need a coffin to use to pretend to be myself."

Yang Jian then glanced at the special steel, directly affected by the ghost domain, and an iron coffin appeared in front of him. Update the fastest computer terminal::/

But this play can't resist Li Gui.

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

In this way, a coffin that could hold Li Gui was formed.

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