End of Chapter 249 (End of the book)
In a world that is not exposed to light all year round, there is an endless cemetery.
Countless ghosts are buried here.
Endless tombs stand on this barren and strange land.
In the company of countless graves, the wooden house built on a hill is not alone.
At this moment, next to the wooden house, a middle-aged man was digging a grave with a rusty shovel.
Half of the grave has been excavated, revealing a blood-red coffin.
"This speed is too slow. If it were Brother Luo who slapped him, he could get the coffin out." Zhang Youhong looked at the middle-aged man who was working hard to dig out the coffin and shook his head.
"If you can talk, talk more. If you are too busy, you can go and watch the battle between Yu Qian and Lao Luo." Li Qingzhi said expressionlessly as he stood in front of the wooden house door.
“Forget it, I won’t watch it anymore.”
Thinking of Yu Qian and Luo Qian at this stage, she felt that they were not worth seeing.
Although I heard that the fight was very fierce and beautiful to watch, from her current perspective, it was really not pleasing to the eye.
For her, any supernatural attack that can still be detected cannot be considered an attack.
"Afraid of being judged? Don't worry, Yu Qian is not this kind of person. He doesn't care about being observed by others for his ugly behavior when he was weak." Luo Wensong said, fanning the flames.
"This is true. Yu Qian is not a stingy person." Meng Xiaodong also echoed.
"..."
Zhang Youhong rolled her eyes at the two of them, "It's not like I don't know what kind of character Yu Qian is."
Daily bickering was something that often happened when they were young.
This is their behavior as talents.
"Then tell me, what kind of virtue am I?" A young voice sounded from behind Zhang Youhong.
Zhang Youhong stiffened and subconsciously took out a copper coin.
Yu Qian glanced at the copper coins in Zhang Youhong's hand, and laughed twice, "I have six more, do you want me to give them to you?"
As he said that, Yu Qian took out He picked up six copper coins that were exactly the same as those in Zhang Youhong’s hand.
Zhang Youhong was stunned for a moment, then she thought of something, hesitated for a while, and threw the copper coin in her hand to the ground.
The copper coins rolled across the ground and finally stopped firmly on the ground. During this period, Yu Qian had no expression on his face and did not make any movement.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Youhong finally confirmed one thing, Yu Qian was no longer bound by coins.
Yu Qian gained a lot from the trip to the restricted area.
Seeing that Yu Qian did not respond, Zhang Youhong awkwardly picked up the coins on the ground.
Yu Qian didn’t pay attention to Zhang Youhong, but looked at the middle-aged man who was still digging the grave. During the conversation, most of the coffin had been dug out, probably to prevent the contents of the coffin from escaping. , the middle-aged man took out a few coffin nails and nailed them on the coffin.
After doing all this, he continued his work.
Yu Qian recognized those coffin nails as imitation coffin nails from the Paranormal Forum Laboratory.
And this middle-aged man is Nie Yingping.
Looking at the middle-aged man digging the grave hard, and then at the people standing around the wooden house, Yu Qian smiled, and another little mystery was revealed.
Time is really a magical thing.
Yu Qian sighed, and then looked in one direction, where the results had already come out.
Just like before, I lost, and I lost very simply.
"It's time to take action. The suppression force of the cemetery is moving in that direction. Old Luo is serious about it." Li Qingzhi said suddenly.
If I don’t take action, the immature Yu Qian will definitely be buried here.
Yu Qian nodded, then waved his hand, and the restless cemetery instantly became quiet.
Nie Yingping disappeared, the door of the wooden house was opened, Yu Qian and others entered the wooden house, and then Yu Qian started to make tea.
After waiting for almost a few minutes, the wooden house was pushed open, and an old man walked in with a gloomy face.
But after the old man saw clearly the situation inside the house, his eyes were full of disbelief.
"You...you guys..."
Looking at all his old friends who had become younger, Luo Qian couldn't believe it for the first time.
Especially when he saw Li Qingzhi and Luo Wensong, two people who had been dead for a long time, facing him with young faces at this moment, he felt at a loss again after many years.
But after just being at a loss for a moment, Luo Qian's face became extremely ugly, "What do you mean!"
"Don't be so angry. Didn't I agree before? I was just testing the two little guys, how do you move? Are you serious?"
Zhang Dong, wearing a shirt, drank tea and looked at Luo Qian.
Looking at the younger Zhang Dong, Luo Qian felt a little uncomfortable for a while.
“How did you become so young?”
"And you, and aren't you two dead?"
Luo Qian looked at the people in the room and asked with a frown.
"It is true that he died, but he came back to life later." Li Qingzhi said.
Luo Wensong didn’t speak, just drank tea.
Luo Qian took a deep breath and shook his head, too lazy to care about it, "Ignore it for now, who did that large-scale time restart just now?"
"Xiao Qin? Did you do it?"
"No." Xiao Qin shook his head.
"Who is that?"
Luo Qian glanced at these old friends in the room with a somewhat wary expression.
"What did he do? He's pretty good, right? He's much better than me now." Zhang Dong pointed at Yu Qian who was making tea, with a smile on his face.
Hearing Zhang Dong talking about himself, Yu Qian turned to look at Luo Qian and said apologetically, "Sorry, the matter is urgent and I have to do this as a last resort."
Luo Qian's pupils shrank slightly, as if He understood something. Looking at everyone in the wooden house, he was a little in disbelief.
"You..."
Seeing that Luo Qian had guessed it, Zhang Dong just smiled without saying anything, neither nodding nor shaking his head.
Looking at the familiar old friends, Luo Qian fell silent. After a while, he said, "Go back early."
After saying that, Luo Qian opened the door and left the cabin.
Looking at Luo Qian leaving, several people in the room sighed and said nothing more.
After drinking tea, several people came outside the house. Yu Qian looked at the bus driving in the distance, sighed, and murmured to himself, "I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, but it doesn't work. Youth Tour..."
The bus quickly disappeared from sight.
It's like time passing by.
Time flies and there is no room for resistance.
"Yu Qian, if you compare yourself with yourself at this time, who has a greater chance of winning?" Zhang Dong suddenly asked an interesting question.
Hearing this question, Yu Qian was slightly stunned, with a bit of confusion in his eyes, "It should be him who wins. At this period, he was still very proud, he was still young and vigorous, his will and momentum were at their peak, and he could do anything. Be cautious and look forward to the future."
"Logically speaking, he will not lose, nor should he lose."
"Will he lose now?"
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Hearing Yu Qian's answer, Zhang Dong let out a breath, shook his head and turned away from disturbing Yu Qian.
"Will you lose?"
The rest of the people heard the answer given by Yu Qian.
It turns out that you will lose.
The gloomy sky will never see light, just like those who accompany evil spirits, they will never be able to see hope throughout their lives.
It's time to go back.
So they went back.
The time travel is over.
The next time passed quickly.
Fengdu is still the same, there is no change, that is, there are more and more ghost controllers.
Wang Xiaoming's research is approaching perfection.
The chance of ordinary people controlling the devil is already 100%, and so is the second and third one.
Even the chance of a ghost controller becoming an alien is terrifyingly 80/80.
What terrifying odds?
It only took seventy years for Wang Xiaoming to perfect this technology to this point.
You can imagine how hard Wang Xiaoming has worked these years.
Time flies quickly, new people replace old ones, and each generation becomes stronger than the last.
The rules above and below ground in Fengdu are also approaching perfection.
The ghost controller's life here is getting smoother and smoother.
Many people think that they will live in this chaotic and disordered Fengdu all their lives, without knowing the future of life or death.
But until one day, a young man appeared in Fengdu for the last time.
After this day, all the aliens in Fengdu went to the supernatural place.
Even those who are only responsible for research, including Wang Xiaoming, are no exception.
At the same time, all the research materials of the institute over the years have been shipped to reality.
There are many, but they are all easy to use.
All the details, such as supernatural items, deadly ghosts, these items with strategic materials were also sent to reality, as well as some natural ghost masters who were instilled with correct ideas.
Not many, less than a hundred.
They have only one purpose, to protect reality.
On this day, one-third of District A in Fengdu was empty, and District S was empty of people.
No one knows what happened here, and no one knows where these people went.
All I know is that they never came back.
None.
But one day later, the ghost masters who survived in Fengdu finally knew where those people had gone and why they did not come back.
Stepping onto the top of the city, looking at the darkness that was about to spread, and the sky where paper dust gradually stopped floating.
At that moment, the ghost master who was still alive was completely desperate.
"Dead...all dead..."
In a wilderness in a supernatural land, a man with disheveled hair was walking on the plain in despair.
The tattered clothes and the bloody sword in his hand formed a sharp contrast.
"Dead...all dead..."
"Zhang Dong is dead, Li Qingzhi is dead, Meng Xiaodong is dead, Luo Wensong is dead, Zhang Youhong is dead, Yang Jian is dead Even Yu Qian is dead..."
"They are all dead..."
The disheveled man looked like he was crazy, and kept saying that he was dead, he was all dead.
A personal name was read out softly by him.
Many, very many...
"Why are they all dead..."
He seemed confused and kept asking why.
"Why..."
"Why..."
"Why!"
"Why won't I die!"
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Ye Zhen's eyes were blood red and his expression was extremely ferocious.
"Why won't my consciousness be assimilated, erased and eaten by the devil! Why!"
"Why will the strongest Yu Qian do it!"
Ye Zhenlow Roaring, Sayazi suddenly ran wildly, and terrifying supernatural beings spread around, invading all existing things.
A long time later, in the dilapidated Fengdu, you would occasionally see a crazy person walking aimlessly with a long sword in hand.
If he encounters a ghost, no matter whether it is scary or not, this person will go up and strike with a sword until he imprisons the ghost and then eats it.
During this period, he never defended and only waved his sword.
But in the end, he will be the one alive.
The supernatural began to invade reality, after the terrifying ghosts completely disappeared.
The barriers to reality are torn down.
A steady stream of evil spirits began to invade reality.
And this day happens to be the 100th year since evil ghosts did not exist in reality.
Yu Qian did what he promised, so that reality would not be supernatural for a hundred years.
And he died because of this promise.
Died in the hands of a ghost specifically named by him.
Ghosts cannot be killed. The only ones who can deal with ghosts are ghosts. Observe the patterns of evil ghosts.
Under the dim sky, on the dead streets, abandoned vehicles, a woman with disheveled hair looked at the ghost walking on the street and muttered to herself.
"I said it was a mistake, but you didn't believe it!"
"Yang Jian! Even you don't believe me!"
A frightened cry for help could be heard in my ears. , coming from all directions, far and near.
Looking at the doomsday-like scene, Liang Yuan looked at everything crazily.
"All this was caused by Yu Qian. If it weren't for him, how could Yang Jian die! How could it be!"
"No...I can't let Yang Jian die...he is Hope...he is hope."
"This is wrong, everything is wrong, I have to go back...right go back!"
In 2101, the last ray of sunshine in the world was destroyed. erase.
From this moment on, the world has completely turned into a paradise, a paradise only for ghosts.
The world is finally at peace.
No need to live for the sake of living.
No one will feel stressed about housing loan, car loan, or bride price anymore.
No one will face despair again.
The world is thriving.
Of course, some people are still struggling.
They avoided the evil ghost, built a shelter, and tried to find ways to solve the problem of the evil ghost's revival and resolve their despair.
They never gave up.
In this country full of evil spirits, they struggle to survive.
They have a strong will. Even if the future is not bright, they will still overcome obstacles, even if it costs their lives.
In 2120, in an unfinished building, the only ghost controller still alive in the world fell down from the unfinished building.
Became a corpse and died from the resurrection of the evil ghost.
From this moment on, there is only one truly living person left in the entire world.
That disheveled, crazy man, who doesn’t even know who he is, is still wandering around the world, imprisoning terrifying ghosts.
On a street, a ghost with white hair, rotten body, and bones on his face stared blankly at the man who was holding a long sword and fighting against a ghost.
The evil ghost watched like this until the man imprisoned the evil ghost.
It sighed, opening and closing its mouth as if it was saying something, but there was no sound.
The crazy man seemed to feel something, and his originally dead pupils suddenly flashed with energy.
He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, and subconsciously shouted, "Yu Qian..."
(The book is over.)
The book ends here. I have written what should be written, and I have also written what should not be written. The writing is not good, but that is it.
In a total of 180 days, I wrote nearly 1.2 million words. Generally speaking, I didn’t write as much as the previous book. The same goes for the results and many aspects.
But there is no way. Although your author looks good, he really doesn’t write the book very well.
It seems to be the norm to open high and go low.
No matter what, I want to thank everyone for reading this. This is a great support for the author.
Next, everyone can comment on the extras you want, and I will write them until the 12th, and then I will no longer write extras for this book.
The author will publish the new book as soon as possible. It must be original. You can look forward to it. Thank you for your support and thank you for watching!
(End of this chapter)