Chapter 194 Prison
Under the dim sky, the bright red coat fluttered slightly. Coco stared at the wine jar in his father's hand, his eyes full of curiosity, and moved his little nose, his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Dad, this is What, can you give Coco a drink? It smells so good!”
Lin Qian looked down at Coco sitting in the bride’s arms, then looked at the resurrecting wine in her hand, and the corners of her mouth twitched. , without saying a word, handed the resurrecting wine to Coco.
Keke hugged the wine jar, which was relatively large for her, and took a sip. The wine went into her throat, and Coco's little face suddenly turned red, which was really cute.
"Dad, this is delicious!"
Lin Qian nodded and rubbed Coco's head:
"Well, drink it slowly, don't be in a hurry, daddy won't ask for it anymore. "
"Yeah, yeah." Coco nodded, holding the wine jar and started drinking slowly, with a very satisfied face.
The old man in Tang suit looked at this scene and listened to what Lin Qian said, and the corner of his mouth twitched:
"This young man is really rude."
He shook his head and said nothing. He took out another jar of resurrecting wine from a small black cloth bag and drank it in small sips.
The old man sat cross-legged on the edge of the building, staring at the scene on the street, marveling:
“This scene is rare, at least in my time I have never seen this kind of ghosts walking at night. Big scene."
Listening to the old man's sigh, Lin Qian didn't pay attention. He stared at the scene below, his eyes turned slightly, and he reached out and grabbed the umbrella in the air. Six blood-red umbrella ribs appeared in his hand.
Looking at the six umbrella ribs in his hand, Lin Qian had a smile in his eyes. He put the umbrella ribs away and continued to look down. His eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.
On the street at this moment, starving ghosts walked out of the darkness one after another, their pupils flashing red. Hundreds of ghosts carrying lanterns, some of them were terrified when they were attacked by the hungry ghosts. If the level is too low, it will be directly suppressed by the starving ghost.
But some are not like that. The moment the starving ghosts approach, some starving ghosts directly turn into a puff of smoke and disappear, while some starving ghosts suddenly have their bodies torn apart...
Corrosion, evisceration, Fractures, premature deaths, curses...
Various attacks appeared on the bodies of the starving ghosts. Countless starving ghosts turned into smoke and disappeared. The streets were bitingly cold, and strangeness and fear were spreading. ……
"Starving ghosts, ghost paintings, this life is a bit fierce..."
The old man in Tang suit raised the wine jar and took a sip gently, his eyes flashed and he murmured to himself.
"But although the younger generation is a bit fierce, the relationship between this and the Creepy Bride is somewhat..."
Looking at the Creepy Bride holding Lin Qian's neck, the old man's eyes twitched, the Creepy Bride Old antiques like them all know what the situation is, that kind of horror...
Shaked his head, the old man didn't think about this. He was not curious about the secrets of Lin Qian, why did the strange bride give birth to this child? He doesn't even care about the contact...
Yang Jian drank sips of wine and watched Lin Qian put away the six umbrella ribs. He didn't ask anything, and he wasn't curious. There are some things you don't necessarily need to ask, and someone will tell you, no matter how good the relationship is.
He lowered his head and continued to look at the big scene on the street. This kind of scene is rare.
If he had known that there were hundreds of ghosts here, he would have run away long ago. How could he say he was drinking and watching a show here leisurely.
And the rare thing like the battle between the Starving Ghost and the Hundred Ghosts is more exciting than the battle between Calabash Boy and Sun Wukong...
The breeze blew through the building, and the sound of tearing cloth was very harsh, but there was no one there. He was already used to caring about these things. The fragrant smell of wine was blown by the wind and filled the air. Xiong Wenwen stared pitifully at the wine jar in Yang Jian's hand, his eyes full of envy.
It was impossible for him not to be greedy for this stuff. Not to mention the effect of delaying the recovery of the devil, he was so greedy for the alluring aroma of the wine that he even swallowed a mouthful of saliva from time to time.
So what if they are greedy? How could they give such a precious thing to a little kid? If they could beat Lin Qian and the others, Xiong Wenwen felt that he had robbed him long ago, but the problem was the people present. He can't beat anyone, including the youngest Coco...
So he can only pity He looked at it eagerly, hoping that Yang Jian would give him a drink because he was so pitiful...
As for whether Lin Qian and Keke would look at him and give him a drink, he thought about such a thing. I didn't even think about it, and I didn't have the slightest expectation in my heart. Lin Qian would be worthy of him if he didn't eat him, and even gave him wine. Haha, it was just a dream.
Keke, who was sitting in the arms of the Cunning Bride, sipped the resurrecting wine, her face flushed with satisfaction. She looked up and saw the pitiful Xiong Wenwen standing behind Yang Jian. Keke was a little confused. I know why Xiong Wenwen has this expression.
But when she saw Xiong Wenwen's eyes looking at the wine jar in Yang Jian's hand from time to time, Coco understood what was going on. He wanted to drink. He lowered his head and looked at the wine jar in his hand, hesitating a little, his little face full of expressions. I’m struggling, not sure if I should share this.
When Keke looked up at Xiong Wenwen's pitiful appearance, as if he had made up his mind, he stretched out his little hand and handed the wine jar out, with a smile on his face:
"Would you like a drink? It's delicious!"
Hearing Coco's words, Xiong Wenwen was a little confused. Are you talking to him? When he looked back, there was no one there, but even so, he couldn't believe it, and asked with some uncertainty:
"Here, give me a drink?"
"Well, here's a drink for you, it's delicious!" Coco nodded and said seriously.
After confirming that Keke was not joking, Xiong Wenwen suddenly showed surprise on his face. He was about to go over to pick it up, but when he saw the shroud and coat that were torn from time to time on Lin Qian, he stopped again. On the same spot, he felt a little relieved...
Yang Jian left Xiong Wenwen, a little speechless, so afraid of Lin Qian? Is Lin Qian so scary? He turned around and looked at Lin Qian. After seeing Lin Qian nodded, he reached out to take the wine jar from Coco's hand and handed it to Xiong Wenwen's arms:
"Look at how cowardly you are, you're not usually very capable. You dare to point at other ghost masters and scold them? Why don’t you dare to have a drink now?”
Xiong Wenwen held the resurrecting wine with a smile on his face. He didn’t care about Yang Jian’s words. He walked to Yang Jian and sat down with his feet in the air. , happily took a sip of the Resurrection Wine.
After taking a sip of the Resurrection Wine, Xiong Wenwen's face suddenly turned red. He was no different from Keke. Holding the wine jar, Xiong Wenwen's eyes were full of surprise. This wine was really amazing.
Looking at Xiong Wenwen's useless look, Yang Jian grinned. He also raised the wine jar and took a sip without saying anything else. He was just a child. After experiencing a supernatural event of this level, he couldn't Being scared to tears would be a good thing, but he was afraid of Lin Qian.
Looking at Lin Qian's current appearance and the aura emanating from his body, well... not surprising, if it were him, he would be timid...
Lin Qian glanced at Xiong Wenwen and said nothing. , this little kid is pretty good , of course Lin Qian was talking about the evil ghost in him...
He lowered his head and rubbed Coco's head with a smile on his face. Looking at Coco's red face, Lin Qian smiled and turned to look at The old man:
"Old man, I'm giving you a jar. My daughter thinks it tastes good."
The old man in Tang suit stared at Lin Qian with some helplessness on his face. He shook his head without saying anything and took out another jar from a small black cloth bag. The jar of wine was handed to Lin Qian.
"The old man is quite generous..."
Lin Qian smiled and nodded to the old man, took the wine jar, opened it and took a sip, his eyes slightly narrowed, the taste was Really nice.
The old man's eyelids jumped when he heard Lin Qian's words. He did not speak and drank in silence.
Coco looked at the extra rejuvenation wine in his father's hand, stretched out his hand and tugged at Lin Qian's clothes:
"Dad, I want more."
"Yeah."
Lin Qian hummed and did not refuse. This jar of wine was originally for Coco. He placed the jar of wine in Coco's arms. Seeing Coco's happy face, Lin Qian felt a little more relaxed.
For a while, a strange scene appeared on the roof of the building. An old man, two young people, and two children were all sitting on the edge, drinking and watching the grand scene on the street.
In this environment, it is indescribably strange, but also somewhat harmonious.
Lin Qian held her chin up, her eyes calm, sitting in the arms of the Cunning Bride, and Coco sitting in the arms of the Cunning Bride, sipping wine.
Yang Jian had one foot in the air, one hand on his knees, staring at the street, drinking wine leisurely, the ghost eyes on his forehead flickering red.
Xiong Wenwen sat next to Yang Jian, holding the wine jar, his face flushed with a smile, and his eyes were very satisfied.
The old man in Tang suit had his legs crossed, his gray hair was blown by the breeze, flowing slowly, his eyes were slightly narrowed, observing the starving ghost below.
"Hunter, do you still need someone in your headquarters? Or should I say you still need a person in charge in Dajiang City?" the old man asked abruptly.
Lin Qian turned his head, with some doubts in his eyes:
"Old man, are you planning to let your grandson join the headquarters?"
Yang Jian also looked up, his forehead The ghost eyes on his head turned slightly.
The old man nodded: "Well, I do have this idea, but it is not to join the headquarters, but to follow you."
"Oh~? Master, are you kidding me? Are you following me? Aren't you afraid of something happening?" Lin Qian looked at the old man strangely.
"Besides, wouldn't it be better for Fang Chengshi to follow you? You run a tailor shop, and he has inherited your legacy. When you die one day, wouldn't it be better to let him inherit your tailor shop? Good choice?"
"You must follow me? I have a situation here. I don't believe you can't see it. , I have a lot of troubles, but I don’t have time to care about your grandson.”
Hearing Lin Qian’s words, the old man shook his head:
“It is indeed dangerous to follow you, you can tell. It is extremely dangerous, and those of us who lived during the Republic of China know the horror of the treacherous bride best.”
At this point, the old man sighed, feeling a little helpless:
“Well, you have also seen that my grandson is still too young, has not experienced much in the world, and has not experienced too many dangers. It's unseemly. Take this time as an example. If it weren't for you, he might have died long ago."
"In addition, I don't have much time. Now that I am still here, he basically won't. What's wrong, but what if I'm gone?"
"With his strength, in this era where the resurgence of evil spirits is more dangerous, there's no telling whether he can survive, let alone inherit my tailor shop. "
Hearing this, Lin Qian basically understood what he meant. He just felt that his grandson was not strong enough and wanted to find him a reliable backer.
"Old man, what do you mean, do you want him to deal with supernatural events with me? So that he can grow up quickly, so as not to die accidentally because of his lack of strength?"
Lin Qian said this. After saying this, the old man froze and the corners of his eyes twitched:
“Are you kidding me? I’ll follow you to deal with supernatural things. "..."
"I don't know what supernatural incident you are dealing with? Didn't you ask my grandson to deliver it? If so, why should I let him follow you? How nice is it to stay home?" >
The old man was silent. He didn’t know what to say. This young man has lost his martial ethics...
Lin Qian looked at the silent old man, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said:
"Old man, I know very well what your plan is. If you don't work hard, everyone wants to do this, even me. I want to do this, but do you think it’s possible?”
“Old man, you have to understand that following me means he has to join the headquarters. , you should have heard about the situation at the headquarters. They are very disgusted with this kind of people."
The old man continued to be silent. He could hear what Lin Qian meant. Simply put, follow him. Yes, but you have to get the benefits...
When Yang Jian heard what Lin Qian said, his eyes were a little strange and he thought:
"Isn't that what you, Lin Qian, are like? You go to work but don't do your best? If there is no benefit, you won't go, and why do you say that you work but don't do your best..."
"Tell me, what do you want? I can do it I can give you whatever I want, but the condition is that you protect my grandson and don’t let him die.”
The old man was silent for a long time and finally said this.
Lin Qian squinted his eyes and did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked down at the street, thinking about something in his eyes.
Seeing Lin Qian's appearance, the old man was not in a hurry. He waited slowly. No matter what he said this time, he had to let Lin Qian protect his grandson. His situation was very complicated, and he was not sure. If he is not careful, he will die, not only him, but also his grandson.
After a long time, Lin Qian seemed to have thought of something, and looked up at the old man, staring at him with a red light in his eyes:
"Old guy, what did you provoke?"
< br>Hearing Lin Qian's words, the old man fell silent and did not answer Lin Qian immediately. After a while, the old man sighed and said helplessly:
"Just like you, I provoked a ghost, an extremely terrifying ghost. It was so scary that I couldn't hide."
Lin Qian looked at the old man coldly and said nothing, as expected.
The old man took a sip of wine and said slowly:
"Hunter, have you heard of the underground prison in Dajiang City?"
Lin Qian frowned and turned his head to look. Look at Yang Jian, it means have you heard of it?
Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian speechlessly, with some contempt in his eyes, which meant:
"Isn't Dajiang City your territory? Why did you come to ask me? Are you out of your mind?" Already..."
Seeing Yang Jian's expression, Lin Qian also knew that he had asked the wrong person. He was a little embarrassed, but he didn't care, and turned to look at the old man:
"I haven't heard of it. I don't stay in Dajiang City very much. , I only stay in Dajiang City these few days when I have free time."
The old man stared at Lin Qian, a little confused, isn't this young man the person in charge of Dajiang City? Why don’t you even know about the largest prison in Dajiang City?
Lin Qian saw the old man cast a doubtful look and was speechless:
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not a native of Dajiang City. How could I know that there is another school in Dajiang City? Prison, so I don’t know, isn’t it normal?”
"Tell me what the situation is like in this prison in Dajiang City."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, the old man suddenly understood, nodded, and continued:
" There is one of the largest underground prisons in Dajiang City, which existed before the Republic of China. It has names like Jiangcheng Prison and Dongcheng Prison, like this There are many more names, too many to count, but we old antiques are generally used to calling it the ghost prison, commonly known as the ghost prison."
Speaking of this, the old man looked up and looked somewhere in the west of the city. His eyes narrowed slightly:
"There is a ghost in there, and there is only one, but it is very scary, very scary..."
"It's more terrifying than the ghosts you imprisoned in coffins, ghost chains, grave soil, and tombstones in the Chengxi Drama Academy this time."
Lin Qian's pupils shrank, and his frown deepened:
“Old man, are you sure you’re not joking? ? How did you provoke such a powerful ghost?"
The old man took a sip of wine and sighed:
"When I was imprisoned by that ghost, I stole it. Just a piece of ghost skin to make clothes..."
"Oh, you are so young and energetic. When you were young, you could still hold on and didn't care about the evil ghost. Now you are too old..."
"In addition, when the evil ghost was imprisoned, in that kind of arrangement Next, I thought it couldn't run away, but now it seems that I underestimated the terror of that evil ghost, and that evil ghost is almost out of trouble. "< br>
"When the time comes, when it gets out of trouble, the first one will be to come to me..."
Lin Qian was silent, Yang Jian was silent, and even Xiong Wenwen was silent...
The atmosphere was a little strange for a moment. Lin Qian looked at this fierce old man and suddenly felt that this old man was trying to trick him.
"Tell me, what's going on with that fierce ghost."
The old man shook his head and said:
"I don't know what the situation is now, I just can feel it, I'm young When I saw it, it was tied up with seven blood-red iron chains nailed through its body."
"Li Gui. On his head, I also saw seven red iron nails, about thirty centimeters thick, nailed into Li Gui's eyes, nose, mouth and between his eyebrows."
"I was on Li Gui's chest. I saw an iron whip, the whole body was blood red, and the strange blood lines were clearly visible, and it penetrated the body of the fierce ghost. "
"At the feet of Li Gui, there is a big red coffin, which is several times larger than the usual coffin. The coffin is open and filled with straw. The straw is also blood red and strangely tight."
< br>Listening to the old man's description, Lin Qian's eyes suddenly calmed down, and she looked at the old man expressionlessly, silent.
Yang Jian stared at the old man, saying nothing, just watching quietly, his eyes calm.
Xiong Wenwen slowly lowered his head and leaned slightly towards Yang Jian. His originally red face was already a little pale. (End of this chapter)