Chapter 386 Stall Owner Shopkeeper
The storyteller just now is obviously a remnant of the Republic of China, but his state is very different from other remnants. He seems to be similar to the current aliens, but he feels that something is missing.
Raising his head, the ability to trace was turned on, and the white world in front of him instantly turned into the background, and black silk threads outlined a painting, presented in a situation that Lin Yuanqing could understand.
There is no supernatural existence in this small courtyard. The black color is just a bit of a supernatural feeling after being infected by supernatural power for a long time.
Looking away, he looked towards where the storyteller was. The slight supernatural residue was quickly dissipating, as if the young man had really left.
(That person obviously knows a lot of secrets, so we still have to find them!)
Lin Yuanqing thought and walked directly into the yard.
There is not much furniture here, just a stand for the storyteller, some withered potted plants, and a stool. There is a teapot on the matching table next to the stool.
It seems that this is the seat of the guests, but judging from the cleanliness of the stools and tables, it is obvious that someone has done this, and it was very recent.
Looking around, I found no supernatural traces of the storyteller. He seemed to be missing?
Lin Yuanqing's tracing ability is very strong. Basically, the supernatural residue can last for about two minutes, but the storyteller mysteriously disappeared.
Lin Yuanqing frowned and searched around. It seemed that except for the storyteller, there were no other supernatural reactions here.
After thinking for a while, Lin Yuanqing shook his head. Since he couldn't find it, he would look for something else first. In his ghost eyes, there were several other supernatural reactions.
Turn around and walk in the direction of another supernatural reaction.
The town was eerily quiet, with basically no sound except for Lin Yuanqing's footsteps.
As Lin Yuanqing walked around, he was still thinking about what the storyteller just said.
(According to what the storyteller just said, people in the Ming Dynasty were divided into two factions in the end. Those who established the post office were obviously talking about the faction headed by Mr. Qin and the others. The idea of this faction was obviously To suppress all supernatural beings and look forward to the growth of the next generation, they obviously sat in the cemetery, the post office, and Caesar's wine. Shops, Taoist temples, buses, ghost lakes, each of their outstanding works has made the world peaceful for a hundred years.
I have to say that this school of thought is very successful, and the world is progressing, as Yang Jian and his friends are now. The growth rate may really be able to solve all supernatural beings
But that’s what the storyteller said.)
Lin Yuanqing stopped as he thought about it. It seemed that some fragments appeared in his mind. Those fragments were very blurry and seemed to be separated by a layer, making it impossible for him to see clearly.
Tap, step, step, step
Lin Yuanqing continued to move, thinking about the words of the storyteller in his mind.
“The other faction doesn’t seem to be very quiet either. A very strong guy seems to want to steal the evil ghost’s ability.”
(Wants to steal the evil ghost’s ability. Given the situation at that time, what else could be done? Can Li Gui's ability be reversed? )
While Lin Yuanqing was thinking, a stall in front of him attracted his attention. That stall was different from other places. He actually had a stall owner?
Lin Yuanqing's ghost eye ability was activated, and the stall owner in front basically had no secrets in his eyes.
"What a ghost?" Lin Yuanqing murmured and stepped forward.
His eyes were staring at the stall owner, an old man wearing shabby clothes, giving him a sense of déjà vu as a beggar, and his eyes were also unusually cloudy, as if he could no longer see.
But the things on his stall were familiar to Lin Yuanqing. Bones, human bones, the same bones as those in the lake before!
Sure enough, that patch of bone-white beard had a source, and the source was most likely this fierce ghost.
"How do you sell this thing?" Lin Yuanqing squatted half-crouched, pointing at a bone on the stall and asked.
He wanted to confirm whether this stall owner could communicate, or whether this stall owner, like the storyteller, was a guy who survived the Republic of China.
The stall owner slowly raised his head, and there was no emotion in his cloudy eyes. He slowly raised his hand and made a gesture, as if he was talking about the price.
(Can’t you speak?) Lin Yuanqing thought and asked again: “Can you speak?”
The stall owner made a gesture again, exactly the same as before, as if he could only make this gesture.
Lin Yuanqing frowned and tried to reach out to grab a bone in the stall, but suddenly he felt a palpitation in his heart.
(The killing pattern has been triggered, so this stall owner is really just a ghost?)
Lin Yuanqing thought about retracting his hand, and at the same time, the palpitating feeling disappeared.
(The rule is triggered but there is no attack. Is it the rules of the supernatural land that are restricting it? Or is it?)
Lin Yuanqing thought that the ghost eye's tracing ability was activated, and the lines instantly formed an incomprehensible picture. But Lin Yuanqing was able to find some useful information.
As guessed earlier, the stall owner is indeed connected to the skeletal beard, and the stall owner's connection seems to be connected to another place where the supernatural reaction is relatively large.
(Is it controlled by someone?)
Lin Yuanqing thought about standing up and looking in another direction. The supernatural being over there is the most supernatural being on the island, even more powerful than the storyteller. Be a little higher.
Ignoring the bone stall owner and walking in that direction, Lin Yuanqing could imagine that this decision to enter this supernatural place might unearth some secrets from the Republic of China period.
Although knowing what happened during the Republic of China is of little use, who wouldn't be interested in the origin period of Li Gui?
Step forward, the sound of footsteps is the only sound in this town, and it also breaks the silence that has always existed in the town.
On the way, another house appeared in Lin Yuanqing's eyes, but it was not the existence of the control bone stall owner, but another shop.
The door of this store is open, and a big character on the signboard also lets people know what it sells.
【Gu】
And this store is different from the previous ones. It also has an instruction manual, as if it really wants to do business.
[The Gu sold in our store are all curses. Customers can choose by themselves. Each Gu needs to leave behind a dangerous ghost. 】
Lin Yuanqing became interested. Does such a thing as Gu really exist? Walk in.
An old woman wearing Miao costumes caught his eye for a moment. In Lin Yuanqing's vision, this old woman looked like a ghost like the owner of the bone stall.
"Where is the poison?" Lin Yuanqing asked directly, and took out a ghost with a horror level of B from the ring.
Seeing that the old woman didn't respond, Lin Yuanqing opened the special gold bag, activated his suppression ability, grabbed the ghost's neck, grabbed it out, and handed it to the old woman.
"Where is the Gu? Change another one!" Lin Yuanqing said again.
The old woman seemed to feel the presence of the ghost. She slowly turned her head and looked at the motionless ghost in Lin Yuanqing's hand with her turbid eyes. (End of this chapter)