Chapter 116 The Leaving Bride
Wang Xiaoming looked at Lin Qian leaving and pushed up his glasses:
“Aren’t you afraid of raising ghosts to cause trouble?”
Lin Qian stopped He turned his head slightly, with a faint smile on his face. He glanced at Li Jun without saying a word, turned around, opened the cab, and sat in.
Taking the car key from Yang Jian, ignited and started the car. After Yang Jian got in the car, Lin Qian stepped on the accelerator without hesitation.
With a roar, the car flew out, but in less than a moment, it disappeared from everyone's sight.
Wang Xiaoming looked at the car going away, pushed up his glasses, his mouth trembled a little, looked at Li Jun, took a deep breath, and said slowly
"You really should Let me study it.”
Li Jun, who was standing nearby, heard Professor Wang suddenly say this and looked at the disappeared car, his expression was a little stiff:
“Professor Wang is talking about Lin Qian, right?”
This terrifying thought suddenly came to Li Jun's mind. Looking at Professor Wang's somewhat pityful expression, Li Jun felt that Professor Wang might be crazy.
Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses, his eyes had returned to calm. Looking at Lin Qian who had left, Wang Xiaoming greeted Li Jun and left.
At this time, Wang Xiaoming only had one thought in his mind. He quickly went back to study the blood-stained Bai Ling. He must find a way to figure out how this ghost died. If possible, he also wanted Lin Qian to cooperate. his research.
Unfortunately this is impossible, I can only think about it.
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Under the dim sky, there is a black and yellow dirt road. On both sides of the dirt road, dry and yellow weeds sway with the wind passing by from nowhere.
Weird and spooky, strange and grotesque, as if the four words "Keep away from strangers" are revealed inside and out.
A cold light penetrated the darkness, and a bus drove smoothly on this strange road.
As the bus appeared, a gate slowly appeared in the bus's field of vision. A black coffin nail was strangely nailed on the gate. Next to the gate, a small building The wooden house stood alone, and a sense of loneliness and ominousness came from the cabin, as if it was telling fear and despair.
The bus stopped slowly, the door opened, and a bride with dry skin, wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijab slowly stepped out of the bus.
And at the moment when the bride got off the car, a footstep sounded from inside the gate. As the footsteps appeared, a female corpse with a withered body walked out of the gate. Weirdness and ominousness came from the female corpse. This was a ghost!
A very scary ghost!
The bride wearing a red wedding dress walked stiffly towards the terrifying female corpse, and the female corpse also walked towards the bride.
Two ghosts approached each other. Time passed slowly. When the bride came to the female corpse, she stopped. As the bride stopped, a bright wedding dress fell off the bride's body.
As the red wedding dress left the bride's body, a dry and black corpse appeared in front of her. After the wedding dress left her body, the bride's body fell straight to the ground, slowly Turned into a dust.
But the terrifying female corpse did not stop with the bride's footsteps, but stopped and still walked forward step by step. Looking at her direction, it seemed that she wanted to get on the bus.
As the female corpse moved forward, the wedding dress fluttering in the air slowly clung to the female corpse. But in less than a moment, a real bride appeared in front of her, wearing a red hijab. fell and covered the bride's head.
The bride moved forward slowly, and before the bus door closed, the strange bride got on the bus.
The bus started to move, and a flash of light illuminated the darkness ahead. The bus slowly drove into the darkness and disappeared.
As the bus left, darkness enveloped everything again.
In the cabin, a figure stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the bus that had disappeared. After a long time, a sigh sounded in the cabin, and a muttering came from the cabin:
"The bride." I have to go find the groom. I don’t have much time. Poor young man..."
Afterwards, Mu The house fell into silence...
Endless Grave
In front of a torn red tombstone, there was already a mess in front of the tombstone, broken candles, burned out incense, and ashes after burning paper money , a white bowl broken in half, and an empty tomb...
A fierce ghost escaped from the endless tomb and went to find her groom...
In Dachang City, Lin Qian was driving to Guanjiang Community. Yang Jian was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the sparsely populated area. streets, eyes twinkling.
The sunlight scattered from the car window and shone on Lin Qian. Lin Qian looked forward, stretched out his hand and said to Yang Jian:
"Yang Jian, give me a cigarette."
Yang Jian smoked a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Lin Qian. Lin Qian took it, held it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, exhaled a puff of smoke, handed the lighter to Yang Jian, and squinted his eyes:
"Yang Jian, do you want a coffin nail?"
Hearing Lin Qian's sudden question, Yang Jian was a little surprised. Hearing that Lin Qian asked this, Yang Jian was not embarrassed at all. :
“Well, coffin nails have a very strong restriction on ghosts. My help is great, so you want to give it to me?”
Lin Qian shook his head and took a puff of cigarette:
“I can’t give it to you for the time being. I’m in some trouble now. There’s a ghost. Looking for me, I need the nail in the coffin to deal with it”
"Can't one nail be nailed?" Yang Jian asked with some doubts.
Lin Qian shook his head:
“Maybe it can’t be nailed. It’s too terrifying. If I could, I would even use a coffin nail to nail it. Unfortunately, I can’t nail it at the moment. There is no way to find three coffin nails."
Hearing Lin Qian's answer, Yang Jian's pupils shrank: "The level of terror is so high?"< br>
Seeing Yang Jian's appearance, Lin Qian smiled, with a helpless expression on his face. He shook his head, took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Yang Jian:
"Controlled the ghost painting" , you have to get in touch with it, this is something that cannot be avoided.”
Yang Jian took the photo from Lin Qian, looked at the scene in the photo, and narrowed his eyes. The photo showed a bride wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijab. Her skin looked very fair, and Next to the bride, there was a pale-faced young man holding hands with the bride.
Looking at everything in the photo, the corners of Yang Jian’s mouth twitched twice:
“The Cunning Bride?”
"Well, you can call it that. Have you seen the increasingly real bride in the photo? It means she is looking for me."
Speaking of this, Lin Qian took a puff of cigarette and continued:
“If, I don’t know how to avoid it She, I will definitely die, and I prepared two coffin nails just for the worst case scenario."
"With your current ability, you can't face her directly? You have controlled the Starving Ghost. There's nothing we can do about it?" Yang Jian asked in disbelief.
Lin Qian shook his head and put out the cigarette butt in his hand:
"No, controlling the Starving Ghost just makes it possible for me to survive. But this is only a possibility. Once I meet the Cunning Bride, the ghost paintings on my body will be taken away directly. I won't have any chance to resist. Then I will just starve to death." Ghosts have no effect. Unless I control 50% of the supernatural power of ghost paintings, everything will be in vain."
"Of course, if the starving ghost eats enough ghosts, it will be okay. ": Taking the photo from Yang Jian, Lin Qian slowly added. (End of this chapter)