Mysterious resurgence

Familiar room, familiar people.

In the dead of night, Yang Jian stood in the room and looked out the window, recounting a series of recent events.

All of this seems like a story, thrilling, terrifying, exciting but more exciting than the story, because it really exists in reality, and Yang Jian is the protagonist in the story, and what he is telling is exactly what he said. Everything I've been through.

Yang Jian's narration is very detailed, down to every detail, making people feel like they are actually there.

Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin were sitting at their desks, holding pens and recording all of this.

The sound of rustling writing echoed in the silent room.

The two of them said nothing and concentrated on doing their jobs.

The more they record, the deeper they understand the supernatural world. It is precisely because of this that they feel uneasy and afraid all the time. They even wonder if they know too much inside information and will one day be exposed. Yang Jian tampered with his memory, or simply silenced him.

Sometimes they even wonder, have their memories been tampered with?

However, Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin longed to have their memories tampered with by Yang Jian, because maybe in this way they could gain this hard-won 'happiness' with peace of mind.

Yang Jian told the story late into the night.

Two people also recorded late into the night.

The contents of the two thick notebooks represented Yang Jian's life experience. He had never touched these two notebooks, never looked through them, and had not even verified whether the contents recorded by Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin were correct. .

"Is the recording finished?" Yang Jian asked.

"The recording is over." Jiang Yan and Zhang Liqin rubbed their sore arms.

Yang Jian said: "There are a lot of things this time, involving a lot of details. It is normal that there is a little more content. You can rest now. I have other things to do."

"Aren't you going to rest?" Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment: "It's already so late, it's hard to come back this time."

"I have to go back to Dazhou City to get back the things I left behind. I have to deal with the black umbrella tomorrow, and then I have to find a way to solve the problem of my ghost's resurrection. Now I have eight days left before the ghost's resurrection." Yang Jian looked at the brightly lit city in the distance.

"I have a lot to do, but I don't have much time left. I don't know if I can survive as successfully as before this time."

"It must be possible, I believe you." Jiang Yan said confidently.

Yang Jian nodded, then his figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared completely into the room.

"He's gone." Zhang Liqin's tone revealed a sense of loss.

"Don't worry, no matter how many times he leaves, he will eventually come back. This is his home." Jiang Yan said.

at the same time.

Yang Jian, who quietly left Dachang City, returned to Dazhou City again.

It was that familiar spot.

It's just that the surrounding environment is completely different. There are no ghost ships or ghosts here, only a bustling city scene.

Yang Jian stood in the open space in front of a building. There were many pedestrians walking back and forth around him, as well as some young people and children playing. It was impossible to tell that a day ago this place was dead silent, full of terror and despair.

"To deal with the black umbrella, I must get back my supernatural weapon, but the supernatural weapon is in the ancient house, and it fell next to Zhang Dong. If I directly break the boundary between reality and supernatural, maybe Zhang Dong, who has been revived by the evil ghost, will Attack me directly and kill me. If Zhang Dong escapes from the ancient house and comes to reality, it will be a big trouble."

Yang Jian started to think.

He had to think of a better way to get it back.

Use those 1,200 water ghosts in the ghost lake?

No, there is no use in large numbers. As soon as they enter the ancient house, Zhang Dong, who is revived by the evil ghost, will wipe out the supernatural and disappear directly.

"You can't rely on supernatural power to retrieve my things. It's best to use living people. Although living people may be erased after entering the ancient house, they may not be targeted by Zhang Dong."

Yang Jian decided to give it a try.

He walked to a place where there were relatively few people, and directly used the deceptive ghost's supernatural power and combined with the ghost's memory-modifying ability to resurrect a long-dead person.

Soon, the man opened his eyes and woke up.

"Yang Jian, is it you again?" Wang Shan rubbed his head at this moment: "Am I resurrected again? How many times has this been my death? What do you want me to do this time?"

"Everything you have to do is in your head, think about it carefully." Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

Yes, that's right, Yang Jian resurrected Wang Shan again.

The reason why I still choose Wang Shan is that it is easier to use, and there is no other meaning.

"Okay, I get it. Go to the old house and get your supernatural weapon back. I'll try it as much as possible, but you have to prepare a ladder for me. Otherwise, how can I get out of the old house after taking the things? I He is not a ghost controller and does not have supernatural powers." Wang Shan said.

"No need, you will die in there anyway. I will respond from above the patio. Just get the things and throw them out. I will provide you with a light stick at most." Yang Jian said.

"Relationships are still a mission that leads to death." Wang Shan sighed.

Yang Jian said: "Stop talking nonsense and go in."

After saying that, he stepped forward and pushed Wang Shan.

Wang Shan staggered a few steps forward, and then the world around him suddenly changed. In just an instant, he had left Dazhou City and entered a supernatural land.

This is a dark and cold world, surrounded by a dense old forest. In the middle of the old forest sits an old Chinese-style wooden house.

And now Wang Shan is standing in this old house.

He glanced back.

The door behind him is closed tightly. It seems that there is no way to open it. Although the courtyard wall is not high, it cannot be climbed over. The only place to leave this ancient house is the patio, but in front of the patio is the lobby. Sitting on the black Taishi chair is currently the most ferocious ghost in the supernatural world.

If it was a normal Wang Shan, he would definitely find a way to escape from here at this time, and it would be impossible to help Yang Jian pick up things.

But now that his memory has been tampered with, Yang Jian's mission has become his entire life and must be completed no matter what.

"Resurrection is not easy, but don't die within a few steps." Wang Shan muttered. He walked quickly towards the depths of the ancient house, and at the same time he raised the Yang Jianliu stick in his hand. Give him a glow stick for lighting.

Walking among the gloomy old houses, he seemed not afraid at all.

After all, Wang Shan will die here regardless of whether the mission is completed, so he might as well act boldly.

"Can't see me, can't see me" Wang Shan muttered to himself. He had already arrived at the patio.

This is the only bright place in the ancient house, and he can see clearly without any lighting. At this location, he saw an old-fashioned wooden rudder, but that was not the goal of his trip, so Wang Shan did not pay too much attention to it. Instead of paying attention, focus on the front.

Because the lobby shrouded in darkness in front is the most dangerous area.

Wang Shan didn't hesitate, he almost ran straight to the lobby.

The light from the glow sticks provided some visibility.

Wang Shan saw something falling on the ground.

It was a wooden spear that was broken into two sections. The red paint on the spear had faded and it looked very ordinary. There was nothing special about it at all.

And this thing is Yang Jian's supernatural weapon.

Without thinking, Wang Shan ran to the broken weapon and picked it up.

But at this moment, Wang Shan's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a black Taishi chair next to him.

On the Taishi chair, a terrifying old corpse that had been dead for many days was slowly turning its head.

"Oh, it's over now."

Wang Shan said, and then his body froze, and a terrifying supernatural power unreasonably wiped out his body.

This body made by the supernatural disappeared without even leaving a trace.

The only thing left in the ancient house was the glowing fluorescent stick.

But at the last moment when Wang Shan was erased.

Half of the spear was thrown out, but unfortunately, it was only thrown a few meters away because there was no time to exert force.

This scene was glimpsed by Yang Jian in reality through his ghost eyes, but his sight soon disappeared due to strong supernatural interference.

"It's somewhat useful. The supernatural aura of the resurrected Wang Shan is very weak. It's not weak enough to alarm Zhang Dong after Li Gui's resurrection. Although he will still be noticed in the end, at least he still has some time to act before he dies completely. Although this is not enough time to bring out the spear, if we do it a few more times and throw the spear into the patio, then the plan will be successful."

"In addition, if Wang Shan wears a special suit made of gold, he can successfully get the weapon back without disturbing Zhang Dong, but I don't have time to make that thing now, or Done in a relay manner, it won’t take long.”

Yang Jian then used the deceptive ghost's supernatural powers again.

soon.

Wang Shan, holding the second fluorescent stick, appeared at the door of the ancient house again.

"It's the second time. I'm here again. This time I set a smaller target and threw the half of the spear into the patio." Wang Shan, who was resurrected, took action again.

Because of the previous reasons, Wang Shan successfully got the half of the spear this time, and just when he was about to throw it out, his body disappeared at an incredible speed.

"I'm dead again."

This was the last thought in Wang Shan's mind, but the half of the spear was still thrown out, this time it was very close to the patio.

Less than ten seconds.

A new Wang Shanju appeared again holding a light stick.

"Haha, I succeeded."

The third Wang Shan died soon, but before he died, he brought half of the spear to the patio.

This allowed the fourth Wang Shan to pick up the half of the spear and successfully throw it out of the patio.

In reality, Yang Jian was responsible for guiding him. The moment Wang Shan threw it out, he broke the boundary between reality and supernatural beings and reached out directly to grab the half of the spear.

"Half the battle is won, keep working hard." Yang Jian looked at the half wooden spear in his hand.

After getting rid of Zhang Dong's influence, blood gradually began to seep out of the spear. The blood soaked the gun body, as if it was coated with a layer of red paint.

The fifth, the sixth, the seventh. As Wang Shan was resurrected again and again, he died again and again.

In the end, the half of the spear was brought back successfully, but a pile of glow sticks were left in the ancient house.

"It's done. It's not bad. It didn't take too long. It only took about ten minutes." Yang Jian thought to himself while piecing the two broken spear sections together.

Covered in blood, the broken red spear returned to its original appearance.

Then he took the coffin nails out of the ghost lake and put them on.

The supernatural weapon belonging to Yang Jian reappeared again.

After completing his goal, Yang Jian immediately left Dazhou City, and Wang Shan was not resurrected.

If something similar happens next time, Yang Jian will still let him come back to life.