Chapter 312 Familiar Paper Figure
The white blur faded, and both of them saw all kinds of passers-by on the ancient street, both men and women, wearing various styles of clothes, some modern and some During the Republic of China, there were numerous human figures, supernatural images left in the chaotic time.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes peered into the whole street and saw a figure with her back to him, wearing a red cheongsam and red high heels. He said with confusion: "That woman looks very much like Hong Sister, but it doesn’t seem to be the case.”
It looks like Sister Hong is wearing a black jade bracelet on her back, which is somewhat different from the black jade bracelet soaked in blood that he is carrying.
"It should be Zhang Youhong from the past. This place is suspected to be the connection between the past and the future. Under the influence of supernatural beings, people in the past can sell items to people in the future." Liang Xingyang had a curious expression on his face and looked around with his eyes. Looking at the street, "If we restart the entire street, we might have a chance to glimpse the prosperity of the ghost street in the past."
"When it comes to time, such a strange supernatural phenomenon is unique in the supernatural circle." Yang Jian's expression changed.
Go back in time to buy goods? This is a very bold idea, and it is also somewhat unrealistic, but the supernatural is an existence that breaks the rules. Maybe it can really be realized and bear witness to the history of this street.
"No matter what, let's go in first." Liang Xingyang pulled Yang Jian and stepped into this street full of people.
After crossing a certain limit, the white ghosts were so disturbed that they could no longer sustain themselves and were forced to dissipate. At the same time, all the figures on the street disappeared in an instant, even the boss behind the stall disappeared, and the area seemed extremely deserted.
But Liang Xingyang was just surprised and walked directly to a stall selling masks on the roadside.
There are all kinds of masks hanging on the stalls, most of them are Peking Opera masks, and a smaller number are ghost masks.
"It is now four o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still two hours left before the ghost street closes at six o'clock. Let's first try whether the dummy made by the supernatural can rob. Otherwise, we will have to use real people to carry out the robbery."< br>
Liang Xingyang glanced at the gold watch, took out the ghost necklace from his arms, and used the supernatural power of the deceptive ghost to shape a strange man's body.
Only a body, no consciousness, equivalent to a vegetative state.
Yang Jian pointed his finger between the eyebrows of the man whose eyes were closed, and put a memory saved in the ghost into it.
soon.
The man who was created by the deceitful ghost woke up.
Yang Jian said with an indifferent expression: "My requests have been put into your mind. Don't be afraid of death. You may reappear in the future."
The man smiled bitterly. : "I understand, I will do what you asked me to do."
He was an ordinary person who died in the supernatural incident of the Ghost Shadow Head in Dachuan City. The moment his memory was stolen by the Ghost Shadow Head, he had already dead.
And the moment Yang Jian tampered with his memory and woke him up also meant that he couldn't resist his mission to come back to life.
The man bravely came to the mask stall, hesitated for a moment, and picked out a Peking Opera mask.
The mask is a face made up of a Peking Opera girl, with picturesque eyebrows and starry eyes. However, the colors painted on this face are too bright, and the lines drawn are as stiff as a corpse, giving people a lifeless feeling. .
After the young man got the mask, there was a loud noise in his ears. He heard an old man's voice: "Wait a minute, young man, I haven't paid you yet. The mask only costs three yuan."
“Give me the mask, my mission is accomplished.”
The young man looked nervous, but turned a deaf ear to the old man's words. After handing the mask to Yang Jian, he ran away immediately.
Yang Jian held the Peking Opera mask in his hand and his eyes moved slightly: "It seems that supernatural dummies can also rob, which saves us a lot of trouble."
"We didn't know this It’s time for this curse to break out, but it’s best not to waste time waiting. You can give the mask back and give it a try.”
Liang Xingyang glanced at the man’s figure who had not yet run out of the street, and suggested this. .
Yang Jian didn't speak, just put the mask in his hand on the stall again, waiting for something silently.
Almost at the moment he put down his mask, noisy voices immediately sounded in his ears, as if the past scene of people coming and going on the street had reappeared. An old man's voice also sounded from behind the stall: "If you don't want the mask, I will give you the money." Return it to you."
Liang Xingyang's bright and reflective pupils shrank, and the ghost mirror allowed him to see the old man appearing behind the mask stall.
But it just passed by in a flash, and the old man's body was still a bit unreal and unreal.
Moreover, he also discovered that the Peking Opera facial makeup that had been returned to the booth had disappeared, and there was a colorful banknote in the empty place on the tablecloth of the booth.
The banknotes are green and have the smallest denomination of three yuan.
At this moment, the young man who was running wildly suddenly lost his stride, fell to the ground, and never moved again.
It seems that Yang Jian's behavior of returning the goods killed the dummy man created by the liar.
The sights of several ghost eyes on Yang Jian gathered together and took in everything, but he could not see the stall owner.
However, he found that the mask stall became a bit illusory at this time, and seemed to be disappearing little by little.
After silently accepting the three-yuan note in front of the stall, he quickly moved away from the stall.
A terrible supernatural phenomenon broke out around him, but he couldn't see it. This situation was very dangerous.
"The plan is feasible. Let's continue while the stall and the old man have not disappeared." Liang Xingyang held the ghost necklace in his hand and created a young man's body again.
Yang Jian's expression changed and he said: "These steps are very simple. The dummy can complete them for us. The remaining time is better spent strolling around here."
"It sounds like It's a good idea."
Liang Xing raised his eyebrows and began to use the supernatural power of the ghost necklace to create thirty warm vegetative bodies at once.
The shadow under Yang Jian's feet spread out, flowing like a line of ink, and the ghostly shadow began to touch the bodies of these dummies.
As memories were implanted one after another, the dummies opened their eyes one after another.
The memory has been tampered with, and they carry out their mission in an orderly manner, taking turns to perform robbery and return operations, like an assembly line operation mode.
At that time, all the collected ghost money will be concentrated in the hands of the last person, who will then deliver it to them.
In addition to the mask stalls, there are also some stalls on the ghost street, and these dummies will plunder the wool.
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian stayed and observed for a few minutes uneasily. After confirming that there were no mistakes in the process, they left.
After wandering on the street for a while, they came to an old shop.
"There are medicines for human diseases, but what about ghost diseases."
Yang Jian looked at the two wooden signs hanging at the door of the shop with serious eyes, and silently recited the two lines above. handwriting.
It can be seen that this place has been closed for a long time.
Liang Xingyang shared the information about the Chinese medicine shop in Zhongjiang City with Yang Jian, and said thoughtfully: "The old man in the Chinese medicine shop is very unusual. Mr. Qin from the headquarters was tortured to death, but this person is still alive and well. Maybe next time we meet, You can give him a coffin, so that the old man will not have to go out to rob the coffin shop when he is about to be buried."
Yang Jian opened his eyes wide. Although his words were rough and unreasonable, they still sounded a bit strange. .
If you give a coffin as a greeting gift, will you really not be beaten out by the old man?
“It seems that Ghost Street was once a place where ghost masters did business and lived during the Republic of China. They left their own traces here, which have been preserved by the supernatural.”
Yang He turned around and looked next door to the abandoned Chinese medicine shop, and found that it was actually a paper-making shop.
Myrrh has been cured. How about buying paper to prepare for the funeral?
No need to think about it, there must be a coffin shop nearby that implements the concept of service to the end.
After staying for a while, they left the abandoned Chinese medicine shop and came to the door of the paper shop next door.
The door is open, and the goods placed inside are clearly visible.
There are paper figures in the shop, including men and women, as well as furniture made of paper, but some places are empty, obviously the goods have been bought.
"This paper man looks so familiar. Is he Gao Wei?"
Liang Xingyang's silver reflective pupils stared at a male paper man in the store. A man wrapped in thick yellow paper was reflected in his in the eyes.
The male paper man standing in the shop seemed to have noticed Liang Xingyang outside the door, but his body could not move, and his empty eyes showed an eager emotion, which was extremely strange.
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