Chapter 207 Zhang Dong passed away
The safe house that had not seen light for a long time now has light.
Several tightly sealed coffins were placed in corners.
The dark and rusty chains wrapped the coffins extremely tightly, there were five coffins in total.
The five people lying inside once represented an era.
Luo Qian, Meng Xiaodong, Qin Lao, Luo Wensong, Li Qingzhi.
Zhang Dong clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the coffins. His eyes moved slightly, but only slightly.
Yu Qian took out a black ghost coffin and compared it with the gold coffins of Meng Xiaodong, Mr. Qin, Luo Wensong, and Li Qingzhi.
Zhang Dong obviously cannot be sealed with gold.
Once you escape, there is no room for recovery.
Luo Qian also had the same result.
The coffin was placed in the middle. Yu Qian walked to the west corner, put down the gold box in his hand, and then opened the coffin in the west corner.
Zhang Dong glanced at the person inside the coffin. He was an old man, wearing a black tunic suit, and his face was covered with corpse spots.
The old man was wrapped in gold thread and gold foil, and there were three small coffin nails on his head and chest.
This man was very familiar to him. He was Luo Wensong, the creator of the Ghost Post Office and his companion, the second Seventh Elder to die.
The first is Li Qingzhi.
"It's complete."
Open the gold box, and inside is half a body wrapped in gold foil.
The gold foil was directly opened to reveal what was inside.
A smell of corpses and putrefaction quickly spread within the safe house.
Zhang Dong frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and wiped it, and the corpse and rotten odor disappeared in an instant.
And the stench on the corpse also disappeared.
"If I hadn't known that eating it would be useless, I might have really planned to eat you."
Zhang Dong's ability is indeed unreasonable, erasure, erasure in every sense, A scary bunch.
"If you don't want to die, it's not impossible to eat. How about you think about it?" Zhang Dong's eyes flickered and he looked at the young man squatting in front of the coffin.
Yu Qian shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, I haven't thought about this. It's the same if I think about it more. It makes no difference."
The young man is very stubborn, like a tantrum in the field. How can he have power? None of them work.
Zhang Dong didn't say anything, just left an understatement: "At least it will be better than before and now."
Yu Qian thought for a while and nodded: "This is best."
He reached out and pulled off the coffin nails and gold wire and gold foil, and threw half of the body directly into the coffin.
Yu Qian and Zhang Dong stood outside the coffin and looked at the situation inside the coffin.
If you want to complete the puzzle, you must revive both ghosts. Only in this way can the ghosts complete the puzzle for each other.
Zhang Dong glanced at the safe house, which was quickly darkening. He gently stretched out his hand and did the same thing, temporarily erasing Luo Wensong's ghost.
Although he is about to die, as long as he is still alive, he is still open.
Still the best in the world.
Yu Qian didn't pay attention to this. He stared at the situation inside the coffin. The half-body corpse and the knocker were reviving at an eerie speed.
In less than half a minute, the knocker suddenly opened his eyes. Then, as if his instinct was triggered, the knocker did not help to get out of the coffin. Instead, he sat up directly and grabbed the half of the coffin. Standing body.
Something strange happened. The half of the corpse did not struggle. The two ghosts did not attack each other. Instead, they were very quiet.
The half-broken corpse slowly retracted into the body of the knocker.
The corpse spots on the knocker’s skin are disappearing quickly.
In the safe house, a terrifying supernatural phenomenon slowly appeared and superimposed.
Yu Qian squinted and saw that there were half-open doors in the safe house. The doors were dark, and occasionally whispers could be heard and disappeared in a flash.
Zhang Dong stretched out his hand again and touched the air with his finger. The next moment, those gates began to disappear.
"It's completed. Although it's still a little bit short, I'm too lazy to send people to look for him. I'll look for him myself after he wakes up."
Yu Qian reached out and pressed the key. The door ghost, the four imitation coffin nails were instantly inserted into the door knocker's body.
Yu Qian let go, and the knocker slowly fell into the coffin, his eyes closed.
Restore the previous layout, gold wire and gold foil, and then seal the coffin.
After doing all this, Yu Qian looked at Zhang Dong, was silent for a while and asked: "How many?"
"Real coffin nails, just use all three on me. Okay, if not, just give me thirty fake coffin nails, and the effect will be the same." Zhang Dong made a slight estimate and said.
Ten imitation coffin nails can equal one real coffin nail. After all, coffin nails cannot be made into truly functional coffin nails without a manufacturing method.
Yu Qian nodded, with some anticipation in his heart, "You can do it yourself."
As he said that, Yu Qian took out two rusty coffin nails. Of these two, one was from Luo Qian's hand. What he had taken from him had somehow ended up in his hands, and Luo Qian had no intention of taking it back.
The other one was pulled out from the Lord of Ghost Eyes and ended up on the starving ghost. Then the starving ghost ran out and was nailed to Mr. Qin.
After taking out two real coffin nails, Yu Qian took out a dozen imitation coffin nails.
And a bundle of chains provided by Zhang Xianguang.
An oil lamp, three notes of evergreen incense, and a red spiritual tablet.
Finally, there are two red candles left over from the past. They are not thick, they are the same as the ghost candles and the same length.
Zhang Dong looked at these things and nodded. The layout was quite complete, similar to what he had prepared for his own funeral.
But better.
After all, he doesn’t have these coffin nails. If he can’t be suppressed without these coffin nails, then a funeral ceremony must be held to let hundreds of ghosts express their condolences. Finally, the ghosts will need to carry the coffin for burial. Only in this way, He won't resuscitate.
There is no way, the person is too strong, death will be a trouble.
"The next step is up to you. If the time is right, be careful when resurrecting me. After all, you have never separated the supernatural." Zhang Dong walked to the ghost coffin and looked at Yu Qian. One sentence.
Yu Qian nodded, said nothing and just looked at Zhang Dong.
Zhang Dong smiled and sat in the coffin. Yu Qian quickly handed over the coffin nails.
Zhang Dong only took two of the real coffin nails, but left the rest untouched. Yu Qian knew what was going on, but he still had to do it. There were too many imitation coffins, and Zhang Dong couldn't predict whether he would lose consciousness. How fast will it be.
"Sweet dreams..." Yu Qian murmured to himself.
Zhang Dong was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Sweet dream."
The next moment, the two coffin nails held by Zhang Dong were directly inserted into him body, a head, a body.
Zhang Dong looked at Yu Qian with extremely indifferent eyes and nodded.
Yu Qian did not hesitate and quickly inserted all the imitation coffin nails in his hands into his limbs.
As the coffin nails entered the body, the pupils of Zhangdong began to dilate, and the cloudy eyes quickly lost their luster.
Zhang Dong slowly lay down in the coffin.
Yu Qian began to arrange it, with gold threads, gold foil, and ghost locks.
The coffin is closed, and the remaining ghost locks are automatically wrapped around the coffin. A portrait of an old man appears quickly, looking like Zhang Dong.
The blood-red memorial tablet was placed on the coffin. On the originally blank memorial tablet, two words suddenly appeared, Zhang Dong.
The long incense was lit, and blue and gloomy smoke slowly rose, surrounding the coffin.
Two candles shrouded the coffin in black candlelight.
Yu Qian held an oil lamp and took out a bottle of corpse oil from his sleeve to refuel the lamp.
Finally, a black spark appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his finger, the spark entered the lamp.
A black light appeared, covering the entire safe house.
A faint smell of corpse slowly floated in the safe house.
Yu Qian was silent and looked at the coffin. He didn't leave anything behind for a long time. He placed the oil lamp behind the portrait.
Out of the safe house, Zhang Xianguang stood at the door, staring blankly at the scene inside the house.
After looking at it for a long time, he sighed, said nothing, turned and left.
Yu Qian closed the door of the safe house, locked it, and left with Zhang Xianguang.
"If you are afraid that you won't be able to wait, then you can die." Yu Qian thought for a while and said.
"There is no need. I am an anomaly. There is no problem in living for a hundred years. Besides, as long as there are no deviations in your plan, we will see you soon." Zhang Xianguang shook his head and said.
Yu Qian nodded: "That's the truth."
The two walked up the stairs for almost ten floors before finally seeing the elevator.
Identity verification, the elevator opened and the two of them walked in.
"Next, you can look for seedlings and seeds. Everything will follow the same pattern, with guidance as the mainstay and guidance as the supplement, just like Mr. Qin."
The elevator rose rapidly, and the flickering lights in the elevator made the people in the elevator The space seemed a bit eerie.
"Okay." Zhang Xianguang nodded. Now that it's confirmed, we can start.
Now, all of them are waiting for Yu Qian's instructions.
Prepare for that hundred-year blank period.
There are no evil ghosts in reality, but there can be evil ghosts in the gap between reality and supernatural places.
The ghost controllers in the back all followed the predetermined route, walking step by step to the aliens, and then raised the Gu.
The strongest can participate in the final confrontation.
It is useless for a weak person to survive.
"How is Zhao Xiaoya doing? Is she growing crooked?" Yu Qian suddenly asked.
"Fortunately, she has been tinkering with how to resurrect her family recently. She didn't think about looking for you. Although she knew you could resurrect her, she wanted to try it herself." Zhang Xianguang said.
"Resurrection of the family?" Yu Qian thought for a while and understood, "How is the progress?"
"It's almost done, she is reversing the result of her wish." Zhang Xianguang was silent for a while. Said the head.
"Reversing the result of the wish?" Yu Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, he probably knew what was going on.
“Don’t worry, she can distinguish between good and bad. Although it is not really good or bad, it is in line with the values. Those people used to resurrect her family are right and not wrong in her eyes. ." Zhang Xianguang explained quickly as if he was afraid that Yu Qian would misunderstand.
Yu Qian nodded and didn't care about this matter. Zhao Xiaoya was now considered a danger, but it was just for ordinary people. He was still worried before.
But that was before. After Zhao Xiaoya followed Zhang Dong for a while, he was not worried at all.
The older a person is, the more things he understands, and the stronger his ability to distinguish right from wrong.
"Be careful, you are still too young after all, don't let her play to death." Yu Qian reminded.
Zhang Xianguang nodded: "I will watch, but she has recently developed a habit of asking Xiong Wenwen when doing a small thing that is not too big, and wait for Xiong Wenwen to predict the result. She will do it only after it meets her expectations.”
"Xiong Wenwen is also a bitch. He does whatever she says. Now the two of them are stuck together all day."
Zhang Xianguang is a little frustrated. The cabbage is growing so well, why should pigs worry about it?
"Whether Xiong Wenwen is playing with Zhao Xiaoya, at least he won't be able to resurrect the ghost. With Zhao Xiaoya here, Xiong Wenwen won't die."
The ghost will revive?
Stop joking, Zhao Xiaoya directly made a curse for Xiong Wenwen, cursing Xiong Wenwen not to die, then Xiong Wenwen will not die. Now Zhao Xiaoya has as many curses as he wants.
accounting for almost fifty percent of the world.
You can imagine how terrifying this curse is.
To reach the sky in one step, I am talking about Zhao Xiaoya.
“Be optimistic, maybe there will be surprises in the future.” Yu Qian’s eyes flashed with a little expectation.
“Considering her as a backup?” Zhang Xianguang looked at Yu Qian hesitantly.
Yu Qian said nothing, neither admitting nor denying. He will only know the truth when he gets it.
It’s just an idea anyway.
Ding dong~
The elevator stopped and reached the floor.
Yu Qian walked out of the elevator and walked towards the office, while Zhang Xianguang pressed the button to go to the first floor.
He still has things to do.
It's time to go to the Caesar Hotel and take a look at what Li Qingzhi raised.
Those five people lost in time need a ladder.
Back in the office, Yanzhi put her legs on the table in an imageless manner. She likes to show her feet and doesn't seem to care about being exposed.
“Lady, please.” Yu Qian patted Yanzhi’s feet and motioned her to do something that suited her appearance.
"None of your business." Yanzhi rolled her eyes, lowered her head and continued playing with her phone.
Yu Qian said nothing, shook his head, turned around, walked to the window and stood there.
When does the sun set?
Who knows, I have gone, and whether I can come back or not is really a question.
“If you don’t want to pretend, don’t pretend. Not everyone needs your smile and warmth. Since you have lost your feelings, don’t show that you are a normal person. As long as there is no problem with your thinking, it will be fine. " Yanzhi said with a sidelong glance at Yu Qian.
Even though I don’t know what laughter is, I still laugh when I should laugh and be silent when I should be silent.
Pretending to be a normal person is the biggest abnormality.
That is, Yu Qian can tell what kind of emotion should be given in any scene.
For example, in the conversation with Wang Xiaoming, he obviously had no emotions in his heart, but he still pretended to be helpless.
I don’t know who I am showing sympathy for.
Looking at the dusk outside the window, Yu Qian looked numb. He turned to look at Yanzhi, thought for a moment, and nodded: "That makes sense."
"That's right, he obviously talks like a ghost. , Why are you pretending to be alone?"
Listening to Yu Qian's voice talking to a dead person, Yanzhi nodded, expressing relief.
“Don’t tell anyone.” Yu Qian said.
Now, the only ones who noticed something was wrong with him were Zhang Dong and Yan Zhi.
Wang Xiaoming was testing, but no result was obtained.
He is getting closer and closer to a real ghost. The more ghosts he eats, the more instincts he has in his body. The rules of grafting ghosts make Yu Qian more like a god, doing things according to the rules. god.
Yu Qian knew that this state of affairs was not a good thing. In order to make the plan go smoothly and not cause his thoughts to change due to some things, and thus fall into the Li Gui camp, he had to carve a yardstick in his heart. , always remind yourself what you should do and what you shouldn't do.
This is tiring, but worth it.
"Who cares about you..." Yanzhi curled her lips and said nonchalantly. Although she didn't care on her lips, she still cared about it in her heart. It could be seen from the black screen of the mobile phone.
Yu Qian's expression was as calm as ever, without any emotion. According to normal circumstances, Yu Qian should have smiled knowingly at this moment, but he didn't.
"Leaving at eight o'clock in the evening." Yu Qian said suddenly.
“Can’t we leave now?” Yanzhi put down her phone and asked in confusion.
"We have to wait. I'm not sure if those things can suppress Zhang Dong. I have to make a contingency assumption." Yu Qian said, his tone was extremely calm, without the warmth that a living person should have.
“It’s really troublesome...”
Zhang Dong is too strong, Yu Qian is not as good as Zhang Dong now, and Zhang Dong is not as good as Zhang Dong after death.
It can be seen from the things that suppress Zhang Dong that the strongest in the era is not a name for nothing.
"By the way, let me tell you something in advance." Rouge suddenly became serious and said.
"Say." Yu Qian did not look back, his eyes were dead.
"After you die, Ye Zhen may go crazy..." Yanzhi hesitated for a while before saying it.
Some things will happen whether you say them or not.
“Yeah, I got it.”
……
Yanzhi waited for a while, but without waiting for the next sentence, she shook her head, really opened her phone, and started playing. .
The line of sight shifts with the dusk. If you look along the dusk, at the end, there is a villa standing in the suburbs.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaoya and Xiong Wenwen were squatting next to a middle-aged man with his eyes closed.
The middle-aged man was lying on the ground with a very peaceful expression.
"Xiaoya, how about I predict it?" Xiong Wenwen, who was pale and had empty eyes, scratched his head and said.
“Try it.” Zhao Xiaoya nodded and said.
Xiong Wenwen did not hesitate, closed his eyes, and his body began to exude coldness. Then, his whole body lost color, which was only slightly better than the black and white portrait.
It was as if he didn't exist in this world at the moment.
Only a few seconds passed, Xiong Wenwen opened his eyes and nodded: "No problem, perfect resurrection, but after the resurrection, your dad was a little confused, then nervous, and said he wanted to take you away from here."
Zhao Xiaoya’s eyes turned slightly, she thought for a while and said: “Don’t resurrect dad yet. Dad, resurrect mom, dad is a ghost controller, knows more things, is more afraid, and is more likely to get into trouble."
Xiong Wenwen thought for a while and nodded: "That makes sense."
< br>So the two of them worked together to lift the middle-aged man up and place him in the ice coffin that had been prepared long ago.
Even though it is a supernaturally created corpse, it will still decay and it will be very time-consuming to recreate it.
The two little boys closed the coffin lid and walked towards the basement of the villa together. After a while, the two of them came up carrying an ice coffin.
Inside the ice coffin, lying was the body of a woman. (End of this chapter)