Mysterious resurgence

Luo Yong's appearance really shocked Yang Jian.

This kind of fear is incomprehensible to others, because it involves a truth, a terrible truth. If Yang Jian continues to pursue this clue, it will be possible to unearth the secret of the ghost's resurrection and even find a solution to the supernatural incident. Methods.

At a time when everyone is confused about exploring the supernatural, the acquisition of this kind of information may change everything.

However, Luo Yong didn't seem to know these things. He was still clamoring to leave the club and return to his hometown by car, fearing that Wandelu and the others were liars and wanted to harm him.

Of course, this kind of thinking is normal.

After all, everyone has to doubt themselves when it comes to pie-in-the-sky things, especially when you can get tens of thousands of dollars for a trip to J City, which is unprecedented.

After Wan Delu walked over, he quickly explained the situation. Of course, it was useless to rely on words. He added another 50,000 yuan to stabilize Luo Yong's mood, and he paid in public.

"Just stay for another two hours. You can leave if you want after two hours. We will never stop you. Don't worry, we definitely don't have any plot against you. Someone wants to consult you about your old house. It will be over soon and it won’t have any impact on you.”

After some persuasion, Wan Delu asked the bodyguard to take Luo Yong to the lounge to rest, saying he would be there later.

Yang Jian didn't immediately go up to ask anxiously. Luo Yong was just an ordinary person. He could ask about the situation at any time. If he was unwilling to cooperate, he could also ask people from the headquarters to investigate, but that would take a little more time. Just time and effort.

It would be best if you could spend some money to resolve this matter privately.

"He looks so similar to the ghost who knocked on the door. There is an ancient house in his hometown. There is no doubt that the ancient house is from the same period as the ancient house in Dachang City. It is suspected that it was left by the ghost controller a hundred years ago. This Luo There is a high probability that Yong is the descendant of the man who controlled the ghosts back then." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "So Wang Xiaoming's speculation is correct?"

"The true identity of the knocker is the product of the resurrection of the ghost master Li Gui a hundred years ago. But if this is the case, the time will not match up."

Assuming this is true, another question arises.

The time doesn't match up.

The Knock Knocker incident happened half a year ago. It first appeared in a ghost story on that forum. Then, with the forum as the source, the curse spread, and Knock Knocker became truly active and became a code name. The A-level supernatural incident of ghost knocking on the door also became Yang Jian's nightmare.

But the knocker did not appear half a year ago, which is enough to prove that the knocker had not yet recovered at that time.

Where was this thing before it was revived? Is he a living ghost master?

There are so many mysteries to unravel.

Yang Jian's current information was insufficient and he could not analyze it at all. He shook his head slightly and put back his scattered thoughts.

"Brother Leg, Luo Yong's matter has been settled. It's not too late to talk about some things after dinner. Now that the dishes have been served, it's time for us to start eating. You have to try some of today's dishes. I guarantee you will be satisfied." Wan Delu came back and said with a smile.

The group of people came to an elegant box table.

A table is filled with all kinds of dishes. Some dishes are uniquely presented and filled with smoke. There isn't much, but it makes you look like you can't afford it.

"Mr. Wan, you're here." There were two or three men in suits in the box who stood up quickly with flattering smiles.

Wan Delu smiled and said: "Brother Leg, this is the manager of my branch. He is the one who will handle the antique matter this time. If you have any questions, just ask him directly."

"Hello, Mr. Yang, please take good care of me in the future." The manager said with a smile.

Yang Jian nodded and said: "If you have anything to say, let's eat first. I think you'll be hungry while waiting for me. I'm not that particular, so you can be casual."

He doesn't know much about socializing. After all, he was still in the school city before and didn't have much contact in this area.

However, in line with the principle of reaching out and not hitting people with smiling faces, whether these people are flattering, flattering, or hypocritical, as long as they do not deliberately provoke him, Yang Jian is generally polite.

"Come, come, let's all sit down and eat. By the way, have you brought my bottle of fine wine? Hurry up and drive it." Wan Delu said enthusiastically.

"Mr. Wan, including the time to sober up, it's just right." The manager smiled and took out a bottle of old red wine.

Wan Delu said with some complacency: "Brother Leg, you must be interested in this wine. The famous 82 Lafite. Those on the market are all fake. This is the real thing. I got it from others."

Although this wine is not the best in the eyes of people who know wine, it can't help but be famous.

There are a few people who treat guests to dinner who know a lot about wine, and they drink because of their reputation. As for the taste, I guess you can't taste it even if you put a bottle of red wine worth 100 yuan in another bottle and pour it in.

"I don't drink, just drink juice." Yang Jian smiled slightly and rejected Wan Delu's kindness.

If he doesn't drink, it's not that he doesn't know how to drink, and it's not that he doesn't dare to drink. He's just afraid of getting drunk.

When a ghost controller gets drunk, God knows whether he will use the ghost's ability indiscriminately. Although Yang Jian has never tried it, people like them must not lose control of their bodies.

"It's okay. There are also juices. They are all freshly squeezed. But if Brother Legs is interested, you can try a little. If you don't want to drink it, you can put it anywhere. Come on, pour it for Brother Legs." Wan Delu gestured to the accompanying beauty. .

The beautiful woman hurriedly acted as a waiter, pouring wine and juice for Yang Jian, with a smile on her face.

This service attitude is probably unmatched by anyone.

Yang Jian did not enjoy the flattering and flattering atmosphere at the wine table. Instead, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness, which made him feel worried.

The source of uneasiness still comes from Narayong.

Is it the anxiety before knowing the truth? Or rather, the fear in my heart continues to dig into that period. After all, what behind the truth may bring is not hope, but despair, a despair that is like an abyss with no light in sight.

If he knew the truth of despair in advance, Yang Jian wouldn't know how to face everything next.

The glass of juice that I picked up was shaking slightly.

This was not caused by fear, but by an inexplicable tremor.

"He's scared." The beauty on the side felt this subtle movement from Yang Jian, and felt inexplicably frightened in her heart.

Because she was sitting next to Yang Jian, she had been observing this man from the car to now, whether it was talking with Mr. Wan, or tit-for-tat with the mysterious man named Chen Yi, or even when talking about supernatural events related to human life. They are all confident and can even be said to be very strong.

But now, this person is afraid?

Thinking about it on the other hand, what would it be that even people of this level are afraid of?

This beauty couldn't imagine it, because it had exceeded the limit of what she could guess. All she could do was play her role at the wine table as well as possible.

"Beauty, what are you thinking about? Your juice has spilled." Yang Jian suddenly glanced at her and said.

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry." The beauty woke up with a start and hurriedly cleared the table without raising her head.