Mysterious resurgence

Ghost Street.

The strange shops gradually closed down, but when he was about to leave, Yang Jian actually saw a living person on this street. Let's call it a living person.

He tried to shout to the man in front of him.

But it's of no use.

The person in front continued to move forward as if he hadn't heard, and would soon leave this street completely.

"No response? So this person did not enter here by mistake like me, but is someone who originally lived in this ghost street, or is a regular customer who often comes here." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

He walked quickly and followed.

The man with old clothes and a tall back was still walking forward by himself, and still had no reaction to Yang Jian's rapid approach.

"In that case, let's try it out. If I'm lucky, I can find out some secrets about Ping'an Ancient Town from him."

At this moment, Yang Jian changed his previous cautious style.

He looked at his cold and black palm, then stopped and slowly stretched towards the man's back.

At this distance, his hands couldn't touch the man.

However.

This is not an ordinary palm, but the palm of a ghost, possessing terrifying supernatural power.

With the appearance of ghost hands.

On the street in front of them, cold and black palms began to appear. These palms were densely covered with the ground, making people's scalp numb when they looked at them.

The palms were like weeds in the strong wind, swaying and twisting, trying to catch someone approaching from the side.

Once caught by such a palm, even one is enough to kill an ordinary person. Even if it is a real evil ghost, the ghost hand can also play a considerable suppressive role, because now Yang Jian's ghost hand also has a ability to suppress evil spirits. quota.

At this moment, all the ghost hands were reaching towards the man.

But the man's walking speed did not slow down, ignoring the strange black palms on the ground in front of him.

"Want to step over there?" Yang Jian's face darkened and he had no reservations.

The attack of ghost hands appears.

Although the black and cold palm on the ground was stiff, it moved like a nerve reflex and suddenly grabbed one of the man's legs.

Once touched.

The ghost hand's ability to suppress supernatural beings will come into play, and even the top ghost controllers will not be able to completely ignore the attack of the ghost hand.

The effect appeared.

The man's feet seemed to be tripped, and he froze in place instantly. His tall body staggered and almost fell down.

But that's all.

The effect of the ghost hand was over, and it could not cause any further harm to the man.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's expression became serious.

The ghost hand that can suppress a powerful ghost outside can only trip the opponent here. It can be imagined that the opponent is not only a special person with supernatural power, but also a very powerful character.

"Can we have a chat?" Yang Jian said.

The man still didn't turn around, his back was still facing Yang Jian, only giving him a back view.

"Are you not going to speak, or are you unable to speak? If possible, would you mind turning around and exchanging a few words? I am not from Taiping Ancient Town. I am the person in charge of investigating the Ghost Lake Incident. I am responsible for handling various matters outside. A supernatural incident." Yang Jian introduced himself to his family and his purpose.

But the man in front still didn't speak. He stood motionless.

Yang Jian frowned when he saw this situation.

Since this person doesn't intend to speak, it's better to have a clear look at this person's appearance in person and confirm his identity.

Immediately.

He quickly came to the man's side.

Just by getting closer, Yang Jian could feel the unusually cold aura emanating from this man. This feeling made people aware that something was wrong.

He took a few steps to the side and put some distance between them.

Only then did Yang Jian see the man's true face clearly. This man had no face.

Yes.

There was no outline of facial features, just a flat piece of skin.

ghost?

Yang Jian immediately took a few steps back. The hatchet in his hand was subconsciously about to chop down and dismember the ghost in front of him.

But a move by the man in front of him made Yang Jian stop.

The man raised a hand and gestured to Yang Jian, telling him to stop.

"It's not a ghost, it's a human being. He has his own consciousness."

Yang Jian suddenly stopped holding the hatchet in his hand, his expression serious. There was no shock on his face, just some surprise.

Because the look of this man reminded him of the evil ghost who used to hold the blood-stained old newspaper. The evil ghost liked to take off the faces of living people, making people lose their faces and become a faceless person.

Could it be that this person is a survivor of a previous supernatural attack?

"You can hear what I say, but because you lack facial features, you can't see or speak. And you don't want me to see your face, right?" Yang Jian said.

The man still didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

"Who are you? You don't look like a ghost controller outside. What are you doing here?" Yang Jian continued to ask: "If you can't explain it, you can write it down and we can communicate."

The man's face without features turned slightly towards Yang Jian and fell into silence.

He didn't seem to want to communicate, and there seemed to be some kind of gap between the two of them, so he didn't want to reveal too much.

But after a moment, he still stretched out his fingers and made gestures in the air.

His fingers were writing in mid-air, and Yang Jian peered with ghostly eyes, paying attention to the traces of the person's fingers, and gradually formed a line of words: I am looking for a face.

"You are looking for a face here, so where is your original face?" Yang Jian asked again.

The man did not answer. He seemed to reject Yang Jian's question.

Seeing his silence, Yang Jian asked again: "What's your name?"

"Faceless man." The man continued to move his fingers in mid-air and wrote three words.

Faceless person?

This should be a code name, not a real name.

Yang Jian didn't ask further. It was very common in the supernatural circle to use code names in order to hide his identity and prevent the supernatural from involving people around him.

"Have you found your face?"

"It's right here." The man continued to respond.

it?

Referring to the man's face.

It's right here, which means that this man's face must have appeared in this ghost street, but he hasn't found it yet, so he finished shopping this time and left with regret.

"The only thing on the whole street that matches the name of face is the mask that appeared at the previous stall. Isn't he looking for a mask?" Yang Jian was shocked and glanced back slightly.

The stall selling masks is no longer there.

If so, this faceless man would probably be looking for a weird mask to use as his face.

"Where are you from, a resident of Taiping Town? Or are you from the supernatural world outside?" Yang Jian asked again.

But at this time, the faceless man reached out and wrote this sentence: "It's too late today, I'm leaving."

There was no answer to Yang Jian's next question.

After the faceless man finished writing this sentence, he continued to walk forward. The ghost hands under his feet were like weeds on the roadside. Although they could trip his feet, they could not stop the faceless man completely. He stepped down. The reason why he stopped just now was not because the ghost hand suppression was working, but because he wanted to stop.

"Unless we forcefully chop off his head and then use ghosts to invade his memory to get enough information, we won't be able to get any useful information." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

Thinking about whether to take action.

This person is very strange and strange, but he has no intersection, no conflict, and no hostility with Yang Jian.

Otherwise, the two people who just tried to test him would have started fighting.

After thinking briefly, Yang Jian did not choose to take action.

He is not the kind of person who takes the initiative to cause trouble. Since the other party has given him face and has not escalated the conflict, he will not attack behind the scenes for so-called intelligence.

After all, young people must practice martial ethics.

Although he didn't intend to take action, Yang Jian quickly followed him, wanting to see where this person planned to go.

The two men left the street one after the other.

However, a strange scene happened.

Yang Jian stood alone in the ancient town of Taiping Town. On the left and right sides were newly installed street lights, which emitted light and illuminated the surrounding darkness.

The faceless man disappeared.

Even with a ghostly peek, no trace of the faceless man could be found.

The faceless man left the street, but did not appear in Taiping Ancient Town.

"Is this ghost street similar to the ghost post office, the same road, but different places?" Yang Jian speculated in his mind, and he looked at the paper boat in his hand.

The things are still there.

It is true.

But the street behind him has disappeared. The existence of this paper boat proves that everything that happened just now is real, not an illusion or a supernatural event.

"Since that person is gone, forget it. There is no need to worry so much."

"It's just that the mysterious faceless man needs to buy things on this ancient street, which is enough to prove that the things on the ancient street must be extraordinary. If this is the case, then what is the use of this paper boat in my hand? What? I don’t feel that this paper boat is a supernatural object, it is just like an ordinary thing.”

Yang Jian then retracted all his thoughts and focused on the paper boat he bought.

This thing cost him three yuan.

Moreover, the paper boat comes from that weird paper-making shop, so it is probably unusual. Although it looks ordinary, it is definitely extraordinary.

I just didn't discover the secret.

"Yang Jian, are you back? What is it you are holding in your hand? Can you show it to me?"

Suddenly a voice suddenly appeared, and Liu San was seen walking out of an alley next to him. He stared at the paper boat in Yang Jian's hand, seemingly curious.

"No." Yang Jian immediately refused.

Liu Sandao: "This should be something you got from that ancient street, a paper boat? It looks like it was burned to the dead. I have some research on the supernatural in this area. Maybe I can help you."

He had been lingering around, waiting for when Yang Jian would come back, so he guessed something.

"There is a paper-making shop in the ancient street. If you want to study it, go there yourself." Yang Jian said calmly.

Liu San had no paper money in his hand. No one knew what would happen if he went to that paper shop, but he didn't say anything.

There is no need to share this kind of information.

After all, he wasn't very confident about Liu San.

"Paper-making shop? So you got this thing from that paper-making shop. Is there a boss in the paper-making shop?" Liu San asked eagerly, still very interested.

Yang Jian said: "They are all kinds of paper figures. There are no living people. They are so scary. You will know if you go and take a look. Oh, by the way, there is no way to invade and enter that ancient street without a strong enough ghost domain. And At this time, that ancient street is closed for business."

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Liu San looked at Yang Jian: "I understand. Although you are hiding something, your information is very important to me. Thank you."

"You're welcome. We are all colleagues. I will give you some moral help, but not if it goes too far." Yang Jian didn't care about revealing something.

"You're right, I was reckless just now, but when you left, I discovered a strange place, a place full of supernatural beings but with living people stationed there." Liu Sancha changed the subject and said .

Yang Jian said: "It seems that you have already gone to investigate. What is the result?"

"It's not good. One of my paper figures was killed." Liu San said: "The man stationed there is a top ghost controller. Maybe you can deal with him."

"You want to ask me for help?" Yang Jian said.

"No, we are just working together to investigate the situation." Liu San said, "You can refuse."

Yang Jian said: "Is it that ancestral hall?"

Although he was just standing there, his scarlet ghost eyes were particularly eye-catching at night.

"You already knew this?" Liu San said hesitantly.

Yang Jian said: "I can tell there is a problem there at a glance, but I am not interested in that place. The ancestral hall that dares to appear openly in Taiping Ancient Town is either ordinary or terrible. Now it seems that the situation is the second, so I I chose the ancient street instead of the ancestral hall."

"It looks like I'm a bit stupid." Liu San said.

"Don't say that. You have more lives, so you are more suitable to go to some dangerous places to investigate. However, you don't even dare to set foot in that ancestral hall. I am a little interested in going to see it. Maybe I can say hello to the people there."

Yang Jian thought for a while and decided to go with Liu San.

Not seeking death.

Just don't worry.

After all, the Ghost Lake incident is here, and many details cannot be missed.

"Aren't you afraid of accidents?" Liu San said suspiciously, "This is not like your style."

"I also want to ask what this thing is." Yang Jian shook the paper boat in his hand.

"Research it for me and I can give you an answer." Liu Sandao.

Yang Jian smiled: "You, I can't trust you. You have too many paper figures. Who knows who your real identity is in reality? It's okay if you are a friend, but if you are an enemy, you have to be more careful. I hope You understand."

He didn't mince words and spoke his mind directly to his face.

There is no need to scruple and care so much.

Liu San said no more.

Because his name is indeed not Liu San.