Chapter 267 Wang Xiaoming’s Expectations
Ping’an Hotel, in the high-end headquarters suite, Yang Jian put his duffel bag on the sofa, glanced at Coco, who was lying on the bed with his arms stretched out, and shook his head without paying much attention.
After simply packing up his things, Yang Jian sat down on the sofa, leaning his back against it, looking calmly at the prosperity outside the window.
The room was very dark. Yang Jian did not turn on the light because it was not necessary. He liked the feeling in the darkness.
Quiet and no one disturbs me, just looking at the attractive sunset outside.
This made him feel relaxed and at ease, because the bustling and bustling outside told him that this place was safe and no supernatural events occurred.
I don’t know when it started. Yang Jian likes lively scenes, but he doesn’t want to be a part of the liveliness, because he is already an alien. He rejects the public, and of course the public will reject him.
Watching from a distance, thinking calmly, and hiding in the darkness are enough.
"Zhang Hao has figured out the matter, and it goes smoothly as expected. The fat man said whatever he asked, and there is indeed more than one soul bottle."
"This is very interesting. Just ask Zhang Hao to follow up. It’s best if you can get the other soul bottles. It’s okay if you can’t get them.”
Yang Jian secretly thought in his heart:
"I exchanged the ghost rope for coffin nails from Wang Xiaoming. Although this thing has some side effects, I can completely ignore it, and because it is not a real coffin nail, so There is no risk of not being able to use the supernatural after being nailed to the coffin."
"Overall, this thing is completely designed to suppress evil ghosts. "Born from the resurrection."
"I have to say that Wang Xiaoming is really a genius, worthy of being Professor Bruce Pi. It's not as simple as having too many things."
Yang Jian lit one. He took a deep breath of the cigarette and looked at the floating smoke. Yang Jian's eyes were slightly distracted. No wonder Lin Qian likes smoking so much. Smoking is really good when he is thinking about things.
The setting sun outside the window slowly dropped, the noise of the city was fading away, night was falling, and the room was getting darker and darker.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. Yang Jian frowned instantly. He turned to look at Coco and found that she was still sleeping soundly, so he felt relieved.
Yang Jian knocked on the door, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole. There was no one outside.
But the knocking on the door continued.
Yang Jian frowned. If it weren't for the frequency of the knock on the door, he would have thought there was another ghost knock on the door.
“No one is seen, but the door keeps being knocked? What does this mean? Didn’t J City say that there are no supernatural events? Could it be that I am unlucky and this happened to me? Or is it... someone is playing? Me?”
After waiting for a while, the knocking on the door still didn’t stop.
It was as if there was someone standing outside knocking on the door.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while and opened the door.
He still doesn't believe that there will be supernatural events in the Heping Hotel in J City. He is somewhat confident in the headquarters' ability, so that he won't be unable to protect himself even when he comes to J City.
I saw in the cat's eye that there was no one outside, but as the door opened, an ordinary-looking man showed a stiff smile and stood there strangely like a corpse.
"Ghost? No, it's a ghost controller."
Yang Jian stared at this ordinary-looking man and frowned:
"Is something wrong?"
"Um, hello, my name is Zhang Lei. I came to J City this time specifically to participate in training. That's it. I heard that Ghost Eye Yang Jian just checked into the hotel, so I came to visit out of curiosity. I hope I didn't treat you badly. "Cause inconvenience"
"Zhang Lei? Ghost Eater?" >
Yang Jian remembered this person as soon as he thought about it, and opened a way for him to come in:
"I heard that you are very special. You control a ghost that can eat ghosts?"
Hearing this, Zhang Lei was slightly surprised:
"I didn't expect you to have seen my file."
"I have also seen the ghost eater, but his temper is not as good as mine. If he were here, you would be so reckless as to knock on the file." The door may have been eaten before entering.”
Hearing Yang Jian’s words. , Zhang Lei stopped coming in, thought about it and gave up the plan to enter the room:
“Are you talking about Lin Qian, the person in charge of Dajiang City who controlled the Starving Ghost?”
Yang Jian laughed, you also know the feelings:
"It's him, why do you want to talk to him?"
Yang Jian looked Zhang Lei up and down. The supernatural fluctuations are not too big, and they should not be too strong. If this guy dares to appear in front of Lin Qian, no. If something unexpected happened, the ghost in him would be 100% gone.
There are not many ghosts that can eat ghosts.
"Lin Qian? Has he come to Dajing City? If so, can you recommend him to me? The ghost in me is a bit like a starving ghost, so I want to ask him for advice."
“Of course, I know that you have also come into contact with starving ghosts. If it is convenient for you, can you tell me some specific information about starving ghosts.”
When Yang Jian heard Zhang Lei's words, his expression became extremely strange. Recommend Lin Qian? If Lin Qian comes to Dajing City, will he still need my introduction?
I’m afraid if Lin Qian hadn’t come to see you right away, then you might not be thinking about seeing Lin Qian now, but shout loudly, don’t come over!
Hearing what Zhang Lei said later, Yang Jian looked at Zhang Lei's expectant expression, looked at the sky, shook his head and said:
"I don't have time today, let's do it tomorrow."
Yang Jian did not refuse immediately, but delayed the time slightly.
"Is that so? Well, I'll come to visit you tomorrow. I'm sorry for disturbing you just now."
Zhang Lei's stiff smile twitched twice before he reluctantly put it away, and then turned around and left.
Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's eyes froze slightly: "You can't even control your expression? It's like a completely stiff corpse. His situation is not good."
< br>“Eat ghosts?”
“Haha, only a starving ghost can eat ghosts, and only human skin can swallow ghosts.”
As a ghost controller, why can Zhang Lei eat ghosts? Do you really think that ghosts are just a dish that you can eat if you want?
Even if a ghost controller randomly puts ghosts into his body, what he brings will definitely not be as simple as controlling two ghosts or three ghosts, but direct death.
Not everyone is Lin Qian. Lin Qian can directly put two or three ghosts into the body of an ordinary person, and then forcefully suppress them to form a balance, thus giving birth to a top ghost controller.
This is how Zhang Hao came to be.
Although Zhang Lei Shigui's ability is not mentioned in the file, it does not affect Yang Jian's judgment. He can guess this situation. One advantage is that he has been in contact with Lin Qian for a long time. His vision will change. Very high and very far.
"Currently, there are only two possibilities. Either Li Gui deliberately kept him alive, and deliberately collected Li Gui like Zhao Kaiming, only to create a more terrifying existence."
"Or... it's that one. The evil ghost is very scary, but it only takes a few times for the evil spirit to revive."
"However, no matter what kind it is. No matter the situation, you can’t have too much contact with him. This kind of person will bring no benefits, but only trouble.” You know the starving ghost, so why are you so polite?”
Yang Jian’s expression changed slightly:
"He is afraid of me and wants to find a solution to the resurgence of the evil ghost from me. Or should he use me as a springboard to seek help from Lin Qian?"
"He has some ideas."
< br>Yang Jian shook his head and closed the door:
“If you want to contact Lin Qian, don’t Just kidding, if the ghost you control doesn't have the ability to eat ghosts, you might be able to get in touch with it. Unfortunately, you're not very lucky and you happen to run into it. Li Guibao cannot be saved, and whether he can survive is a question.”
Yang Jian walked back to the sofa and sat down. It was getting late, and the neon lights reflected the city's nightlife.
Leaning on the sofa, Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. After the previous contact, he also understood the current state of the ghost controller.
"It seems that they all have the same virtue. They are all trying desperately to find a way to survive. If compared to this, I am better. At least I know how to survive."
"And they all have to rely on the headquarters' 30% success rate. If they win the bet, they will get a chance to breathe. If they lose the bet..."
Thinking of this, Yang Jian smiled. , lost the bet and lost everything:
"I really envy Lin Qian. Basically, I don't have to worry about the resurgence of the evil ghost. Although I am chased by the strange bride, it is nothing."
"It would be great if I were like Lin Qian. As long as I follow him Just like the evil ghost, perfect death will be enough, but as for the deceitful bride, Forget it, it’s good to be single.”
When he thought of Lin Qian’s tragic experience, the corners of Yang Jian’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up. He entered the ghost painting at the beginning and had not been cool for a few days after coming out. , was tricked by the ghost closet, and then began to be hunted by the creepy bride.
This experience is enough to write a novel...
Yang Jian laughed unscrupulously:
"This is the price for gaining great strength. Lin Qian, Lin Qian, my wife and children will be very happy when they are on the hot bed in the future."
When he thought of that scene, Yang Jian wanted to laugh in his heart. He simply didn't want to. So happy.
Night fell quickly, and the night scene in the city was bright. Yang Jian was lazily leaning on the sofa, his eyes flashing red.
The light from the neon lights outside shined through the room, and a black shadow appeared particularly clear indoors.
The black shadow stretched very long behind Yang Jian, and was reflected strangely on the wall behind.
Even if the light outside disappears, the shadow is still there, and no matter how you look at it, the shadow is always missing its head, creating a weird imperfection.
Under Yang Jian's skin, there are strands of scarlet things dormant, emitting a faint red light, faintly appearing in the darkness through the skin.
The red light spot is like a brand on the body, lingering, like the curse of an evil ghost, accompanying it for life.
Having controlled two ghosts, he has actually reached his limit.
The ghost eye is on the verge of recovery, and the headless ghost has also completely recovered, but it is currently dead.
But the evil instinct is still there.
Once instinct overcomes the consciousness of a living person, that is the moment when Yang Jian completely turns into a ghost.
But there is nothing to worry about now, a coffin nail can perfectly solve this problem.
Suppressing three fierce ghosts without thinking is not just talk.
Time passed minute by minute, and the room was very quiet. Except for the occasional sound of Coco's sleep, there was no other sound.
But it was said that on a certain street, there were bright lights and feasting on both sides, and ordinary people passed by talking and laughing. The Dajing City at night was beautiful and more prosperous.
The shops on the street are hung with neon signs, and the lights change colors regularly, making them particularly conspicuous in the night.
On the green trees on both sides of the street, light tubes are wrapped around them, and the colorful lights are intertwined on the trees, making them look brilliant.
Pedestrians wearing thick down jackets are walking on the street, with smiles on their faces, and the light reflects particularly softly on their faces.
Cars pass by on the highway, and the honking of the vehicles is very noisy, but it is not disturbing.
A man and woman walked through a street talking and laughing, holding hands. The man talked about the future and planned what he would do in the future, while the woman looked at the man with longing, her eyes shining.
As the two of them walked, they didn't notice the lights on the trees flickering. A darkness slowly appeared. With the appearance of this darkness, the surrounding lights dimmed involuntarily. There was something strange about it.
A figure appeared in the darkness at the end of the street, quietly staring at the neon lights outside the street.
This change is silent, no one notices it, and no one knows about it.
In the headquarters and laboratory, Wang Xiaoming looked at a spiritual tablet placed in front of the ghost coffin with an extremely solemn expression. The spiritual tablet showed a dark black color. At a glance, it gave people an extremely strange and ominous feeling.
Two large blood-red characters were written on the spiritual tablet with unknown paint.
Wei Jing.
"Mr. Qin, please pay attention to the situation later. As soon as Wei Jing successfully leaves the ghost coffin, take him out immediately."
Wang Xiaoming looked at Mr. Qin standing next to the ghost coffin and spoke in a solemn tone. said.
Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Mr. Qin nodded towards Wang Xiaoming and said nothing. He just stared at the coffin lid of the ghost coffin and waited silently.
Li Jun looked at the coffin in the safe house warily, whether sparks were flickering out of his body. He was ready to open the ghost realm at any time and leave with Professor Wang Xiaoming.
"Professor Wang, please pay attention to your distance and don't get too close to the safe house."
Li Jun couldn't help but feel worried when he saw Wang Xiaoming standing in front of the special window of the safe house.
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Qin is here and can protect us."
Wang Xiaoming waved his hand and did not care too much about his own safety. The research on ghost coffins has made breakthrough progress. The information given on the leather paper finally made it clear what was missing.
It turned out that there was a missing piece of spiritual space.
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming looked at a gold box placed on the table, which contained ghost scissors.
He specially asked Mr. Qin to borrow it from the circle of friends, in order to cut off the connection between Guo Fan's ghost and his spiritual position.
Only in this way can Wei Jing leave the ghost coffin. There is more than one fierce ghost in the ghost coffin. As long as the ghost in the ghost coffin disappears, then the ghost coffin will appear and start to give birth to a fierce ghost.
So this is the reason why Wei Jing did not leave the coffin. There are ghosts fighting for the ghost coffin. Wei Jing is a living person who cannot completely integrate with the ghost coffin. This is the same situation as Feng Quan.
But now that there is a spirit tablet, it is different. The ghost in the ghost coffin will be trapped in the spirit tablet, so Wei Jing will come out of the coffin and possess the supernatural powers of the ghost coffin.
"Gui Cha Wei Jing, I don't know how strong it is."
Wang Xiaoming looked at the ghost coffin in the safe house with shining eyes, looking forward to the changes that will happen next. (End of this chapter)