Chapter 182 You're welcome
In the dim room, Lin Qian looked at the frightened expressions of the two people, frowning, and felt the letter he had just eaten, his face suddenly turned cold, he knew the letter It worked, it was here to suppress him.
In other words, this letter is to cooperate with the red coffin and coffin nails to suppress him.
Seeing that the two of them were still leaning against the wall, motionless and silent, Lin Qian's pupils flashed with anger:
"I'll give you five seconds to tell your origins. Sorry, I am suddenly not interested in your origins. I will find out by myself when I have time.”
After saying that, Lin Qian walked directly towards the door, not intending to pay attention to what they meant. After hearing what Lin Qian said, the shadowy young man and Cheng Yu finally realized that this was a person, not a ghost.
But after knowing that this was a human being, they became even more frightened. Can humans eat humans? Thinking of the arm that the young man had just swallowed, the Yin Ying young man and Cheng Yu's pupils shrank sharply, and they subconsciously stepped back.
But there was a wall behind them, and they could retreat to anywhere. At this moment, they saw the young man moving, and they couldn't help but feel nervous, fearing that this guy was going to come directly and eat them.
But when they found that the young man was not walking in their direction, but towards the door of the room, they felt relieved again:
"Are you leaving? ? Leave us alone?”
"That's fine. It's better to leave this kind of terror quickly. If your arm is gone, it's gone. At least your life is still there."
The gloomy young man glanced at the arm that disappeared in one glance, and looked at the direction towards Lin Qian, who walked to the room, took a bite and thought to herself.
But before he could feel relieved, pairs of shining scarlet eyes appeared around him, and hungry ghosts walked towards the two shadowy young men, their fangs slightly exposed in their mouths.
The moment the Yinyi young man and Cheng Yu saw this scene, their pupils shrank to pinpoints, and then several screams appeared in the room, followed by bursts of grinding teeth and chewing sounds.
Lin Qian didn't even look at him during the whole process. Why not kill the two people who wanted to mess with him? Do you really think he is a good person?
He walked up to the door of the room and kicked it open. The vermilion door instantly fell into pieces, with sawdust flying everywhere.
He walked into the room and saw the altar on the west side. Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and stopped, staring at the altar, hesitant to eat the altar. The ghost on the altar.
But after hesitating for a while, Lin Qian gave up the idea. The ghost on the altar gave him a strange feeling. It felt like it didn't exist in reality, but more like it was somewhere else. A world that gave him a very illusory feeling, similar to a curse.
It’s not that he can’t eat cursed ghosts, it’s just that this type of ghost is very troublesome to eat. This kind of ghost is no longer based on whether the starving ghost is scary enough, but on whether it can find the source. Finding the source of this type of ghost was extremely troublesome, and he didn't want to waste time now.
He is very angry now and needs to find someone to vent his anger to.
Looking away from the altar, Lin Qian looked at the furnishings in this room. There was a bowl of rice on the box, an umbrella in the corner, and five or six colorful masks on the shelf. There is also a chess piece underneath, and the chess pieces have been placed on the board.
Lin Qian looked at all this, grinned, walked to the corner, directly picked up the black oil paper umbrella, stuffed it into the painting, then came to the shelf and took the umbrella on the shelf. All the masks were taken off and stuffed into the painting.
Then, Lin Qian reached out and picked up the old man sitting on the chessboard. He opened his mouth and swallowed without any pressure. He burped and put the chessboard away.
Turning to look at the boxes with dumplings, feeling the coldness above, Lin Qian squinted his eyes, and a pool of blood appeared from under his feet, and then spread.
In less than a moment, the ghost blood submerged all the boxes filled with dumplings, and something surprising happened. Those boxes were submerged, but those dumplings with chopsticks were actually This comes to mind in ghost blood theory.
Lin Qian frowned as he looked at the dumplings floating on the ghost blood. He walked over and picked up the rice. The moment he picked it up, Lin Qian felt a suppressing force, which was quite strong. But it's not as strong as ghost blood.
Taking the dumplings in his hands, Lin Qian’s eyes flashed, and a very good idea came to his mind, so Lin Qian put all the dumplings, a total of thirty-five bowls, on the table. In front of the altar, they are regarded as tributes...
When placing these dumplings in front of the altar, Lin Qian can clearly feel that God Most of the sense of danger the altar gave him disappeared. Looking at the ordinary, occasionally cold altar, Lin Qian smiled and said:
"You're welcome."
After saying that, he turned around and put all the thirty-five boxes into the painting. Lin Qian looked at the harvest in the painting, and his anxiety disappeared a lot:
"These things should be able to make up for the loss."
Putting the painting away, Lin Qian looked at the costume that had been stained red by his own ghost blood, his eyes were a little gloomy, he This time I was able to sleep in a coffin, thanks to this costume. If he hadn't directly suppressed him for a second, he wouldn't have been swallowed by the big red coffin, let alone being nailed by his own coffin nails. .
This time he lost a coffin nail. Although he ate the coffin nail, Lin Qian felt that it was gone. This was an indisputable fact.
Although this allows Starving Ghost to restart infinitely, and he will no longer be afraid of nails in the coffin, but this is not what Lin Qian wants to see now, losing a nail in the coffin forever, just for the sake of just one person. Is it possible to achieve the ability sooner or later by eating ghosts?
This is simply a loss of blood. Lin Qian’s eyes flashed with anger and he gritted his teeth:
"Zhuo, when I dismantle this theater troupe and find out that old guy who cheated me behind my back, I won't be able to kill him."
Lin Qian is now very sure that anyone who dares to do this and has such means can , there are only those old people who are still alive. Other than that, Lin Qian can't think of any kind of people who can do this kind of thing.
As he walked out of the room, the ghost blood surged back into Lin Qian's body.
Just as Lin Qian was walking out of the room, his satellite positioning phone suddenly rang. Lin Qian's footsteps stagnated slightly, his brows furrowed, and then he calmed down and took out the satellite phone. Locating the mobile phone, operator Yang Xin.
“I am Lin Qian.”
"I'm Yang Xin, great, Lin Qianqian is fine."
On the other end of the phone, Yang Xin's soft voice sounded in Lin Qian's ears, which made Lin Qian a little uncomfortable:
"Well, it's okay, are you okay?"
"Ah? Me, I'm okay."
"Um...it's okay, why are you looking for me?"
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Yang Xin was stunned for a while, and then realized that Lin Qian's words of nothing were not what she thought:
"That, no, I, I have something!"
Lin Qian frowned slightly. Wrinkle, this woman seems to be a little confused:
“What’s the matter?”
Hearing Lin Qian’s inquiry, Yang Xin quickly told the matter:
"Well, the head of the headquarters requested to communicate with you. Do you think this is okay?" Yang Xin asked cautiously.
When Lin Qian heard this, his eyes flickered. After thinking for a moment, he agreed to the request:
"Okay, cut off my communication."
Seeing Lin Qian's promise, Yang Xin was overjoyed and said quickly:
"Okay, okay, I'll help you get it right away. Just wait for a while, it'll be fine in a while!"
When Lin Qian heard Yang Xin's words, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she hung her satellite positioning phone on the chest of the costume, or rather the coat. Anyway, to Lin Qian, it was just a coat, and it was a coat similar to a doctor's uniform. If it weren't for the different colors, people would think he was a doctor if he wore it.
After hanging up the satellite positioning phone, Lin Qian walked towards the door of the room. When he came to the door, he kicked it cleanly. The vermilion wooden door fell into pieces and sawdust flew everywhere.
Lin Qian walked out of the door expressionlessly and came to the aisle. A puppet wearing a costume and facial makeup walked towards him.
Looking at the opera ghost coming from Shanshan, Lin Qian narrowed her eyes, walked over, and picked it up, but in the next moment, Lin Qian threw it away. , the opera ghost fell against the wall, unscathed.
Lin Qian, on the other hand, had a gloomy look on his face. He pulled out a opera ghost from his abdomen. Looking at the opera ghost being carried by him with a corpse, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes:
"Curse-type media are a bit hard to guard against."
Thinking like this, Lin Qian directly stuffed the opera ghost that was pulled out of his body into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and his stomach suddenly bulged. It is as big as an adult, but it only took a breath to return to its previous appearance, and digestion was completed.
Feeling the new supernatural power in his body, Lin Qian's mouth showed a smile:
"Sure enough, even if it is a curse, if I find the source, I will still eat it."
Looking at the opera ghost who stood up again, Lin Qian cast his eyes on the opera ghost's head. There was a red umbrella rib inserted into the opera ghost's bunted hair.
The opera ghost got up from the ground, stared straight at Lin Qian, and walked towards him. Being stared at by the opera ghost like this, Lin Qian's eyes narrowed. He felt the curse, but because after he ate After becoming a puppeteer, he also possessed part of this curse, just enough to be immune to the attack of this puppeteer.
Looking at the opera ghost approaching, Lin Qian’s pupils flickered, and he walked over directly, pinched its neck, and pulled out the red umbrella rib from the opera ghost’s hair, and the coldness rested on the red umbrella rib. Surrounded by it, Lin Qian looked at it for a while and smiled:
“It’s just like a "Zhe, it's a puzzle."
After putting the umbrella frame away, Lin Qian looked at the opera ghost who was strangled by his neck, thought about it, and took off the costume from the opera ghost. This thing is also Ghost, but it's useless. He already wears two ghost clothes, so more are of no use.
After putting the costume into the painting, Lin Qian ate the ghost who was only wearing white clothes in one gulp. His stomach was still slightly bulging, then he recovered and felt the increased supernatural power. Lin Qian shook his head shook his head:
"If you eat too much, that's it. It's meaningless. It has no use except adding a little terror."
To be honest, after eating and digesting a puppet, I got one or two rules of killing. In the end, there was no point in eating, so Lin Qian was a little disgusted. In fact, the main reason was that Because the devil has no taste and is not very delicious...
After dealing with this devil, Lin Qian continued to walk out of the aisle. He only had one idea today, to demolish this place and eat enough. He would eat as many ghosts as he wanted. Sure enough, when he encountered a ghost that was too scary and couldn't eat it, he locked it up and ate it later.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the satellite positioning phone hanging on his chest:
"Lin Qian, this is Yang Xin, I have connected you to the head of the headquarters. Communication, you can contact him now ”
"Oh~ Is that so? I understand."
At the same time, in the headquarters conference room, a group of senior executives stared at the communication displayed on the screen. After the communication was connected, the minister and Zhao Jianguo made a With a wink, he asked him to talk to Lin Qian first. After all, he was in charge of this area and he was relatively familiar with Lin Qian.
Zhao Jianguo looked at the minister's eyes and twitched his face. He was helpless, but there was nothing he could do. The official level would kill people, so he could only do it.
After the communication stabilized, a somewhat cold voice sounded in the conference room:
“I am Lin Qian.”
Hearing this familiar voice, Zhao Jianguo cleared his throat and said:
"Ahem, this is the headquarters, I am Zhao Jianguo."
At the moment, he was helping a theater ghost take off his clothes. Lin Qian heard Zhao Jianguo’s Voice, brows wrinkled:
"Zhao Jianguo? Didn't you say minister? Why is it Zhao Jianguo? Has he been promoted?"
Lin Qian was thinking wildly in his heart, but his mouth was idle:
"Oh, Captain Zhao, what's the matter? Is your throat bad?"
"Uh..."
Zhao Jianguo was silent, feeling a little toothache:
"Uh, Lin Qian, how is the situation over there?"
Zhao Jianguo selectively avoided the topic. After Lin Qian heard this, he looked at the ghost in his hand, thought for a while and said:
"It's okay for now."
Hearing Lin Qian say it's okay, Zhao Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the minister, and asked if he wanted you to come.
After hearing Lin Qian’s okay words, the minister breathed a sigh of relief and accepted Zhao Jianguo’s communication:
“Hello, Lin Qian, I am the head of the headquarters.”
Lin Qian, who was swallowing Li Gui in one gulp, narrowed his eyes after hearing that it was the minister:
"Oh, it's the minister, what's the matter?"
"Lin Qian, do you know the current situation in Dajiang City?"
Lin Qian frowned, hearing what the minister said He said, as if he had thought of something:
"What happened in Dajiang City now?"
Seeing that Lin Qian didn't know, the minister's face jumped. Didn't this guy say he was dealing with ghosts? Play? Why don’t you even know what’s wrong with Dajiang City?
The minister was a little silent. After a while, he continued, telling Lin Qian some basic situations in Dajiang City:
"What's the situation over there now? Can it be solved? Do you need a headquarters?" "
After understanding the current situation in Dajiang City, Lin Qian already knew what was going on. , but as soon as it became clear, Lin Qian became even more angry because he thought of a bad thing:
"Is that old guy dead?"
After knowing the current situation in Dajiang City, this was the first thought that came to Lin Qian's mind, and according to Lin Qian's speculation, this thought was probably true.
Only in this way can we explain why ghost dramas invade reality. According to the rules and personalities of those old antiques, they will not allow the supernatural place they control to get out of control.
Unless they are dead and have no backup plan, thinking of the coffin he crawled out of, Lin Qian's eyes suddenly turned cold:
"Old man, in order to plot against me, even I don’t need any backup, damn! You really deserve to die!”
In the conference room, the minister heard no sound, and the phone was silent, and he couldn’t help but feel confused:
"Lin Qian? Still there?"
Hearing the minister's voice, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and remembered the question asked by the minister just now:
"It can be solved. As for support, forget it, come and give people away? If that's the case, it's better. Let me eat the evil spirits on them, so as not to They have to die and cause harm to Dajiang City, and I will have to deal with it when the time comes."
Hearing Lin Qian's answer, the faces of everyone in the conference room changed, and the minister's face froze. Zhao Jianguo and Cao Yanhua covered his face with an expression that I knew.
Li Jun had a calm face, but if you look carefully, you can clearly see the corners of Li Jun's eyes that are constantly twitching, which means that he is speechless.
Wang Xiaoming, on the other hand, took off his glasses, wiped them, and then put them back on. (End of chapter)