Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 116 The Left Bride

Wang Xiaoming looked at Lin Qian who was leaving, and pushed his glasses:
"Aren't you afraid of raising ghosts as disasters?"

Lin Qian stopped, turned his head slightly, with a vague smile on his face, glanced at Li Jun, did not speak, turned to open the cab, and sat in it.

After taking the car keys from Yang Jian, igniting the ignition, starting the car, and getting Yang Jian into the car, Lin Qian stepped on the accelerator without hesitation.

With a roar, the car flew out, and within a short while, it disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the car going away, pushed his glasses, the corners of his mouth trembled, looked at Li Jun, took a deep breath, and said slowly
"I should really study it."

Li Jun, who was standing next to him, heard Professor Wang say such words suddenly, and looked at the car that had disappeared, with a stiff expression on his face:

"Professor Wang must be talking about Lin Qian!"

This terrifying thought suddenly came to Li Jun's mind. Looking at Professor Wang's somewhat regretful expression, Li Jun felt that Professor Wang might be crazy.

Wang Xiaoming pushed his glasses, his eyes had regained his calm, looking at Lin Qian who had already left, Wang Xiaoming greeted Li Jun, and left.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming only had one idea in his mind, go back and study the blood-stained Bai Ling quickly, he must find a way to figure out how the ghost died, and if possible, he also wanted Lin Qianlai to cooperate with his research.

It's a pity that this is impossible, it can only be imagined.

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Under the dark sky, the black and yellow dirt road, with dry and yellow weeds on both sides of the dirt road, swayed with the wind passing by from nowhere.

Weird and gloomy, treacherous and grotesque, as if the four words "don't get close to strangers" are revealed inside and out.

A gloomy car light pierced the darkness, and a bus was driving smoothly on this weird road.

As the bus appeared, a gate slowly appeared in the bus's field of vision. A black coffin nail was strangely nailed to the gate, and beside the gate, a small wooden house stood there alone. , a sense of loneliness and ominousness came from the cabin, as if telling fear and despair.

The bus stopped slowly, the door opened, and a bride with dry skin, wearing a red wedding dress, and a red hijab on her head slowly stepped off the bus.

And at the moment when the bride got off the car, footsteps sounded from inside the gate. With the sound of footsteps, a withered female corpse came out of the gate. The strange and ominous sound came from the female corpse. It was a ghost!

An extremely terrifying ghost!

The bride in the red wedding dress walked towards the terrifying female corpse with stiff steps, and the female corpse also walked towards the bride.

Two ghosts approached each other, and time passed slowly. When the bride came to the female corpse, she stopped. As the bride stopped, a bright wedding dress fell off the bride.

And as the red wedding dress left the bride's body, a withered and blackened corpse appeared in front of her eyes. After the wedding dress left her body, the bride's body stood straight on the ground and slowly turned into a speck of dust.

And the terrifying female corpse did not stop following the bride's footsteps, but stopped, still walking forward step by step. Looking at her direction, it seemed that she wanted to get on the bus.

As the female corpse moved forward, the wedding dress fluttering in the air slowly clung to the female corpse, but after a while, a real bride appeared in front of her eyes, and the red hijab slowly fell and covered her. on the head of the bride.

The bride moved forward slowly, before the bus door closed, the bride got on the bus.

The bus started to start, a flash of light illuminated the darkness ahead, and the bus slowly drove into the darkness and disappeared.

With the departure of the bus, darkness shrouded all this again.

Inside the cabin, a figure stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the bus that had disappeared. After a long time, a sigh sounded in the cabin, and a murmur came from the cabin:
"The bride is going to find the groom, I don't have much time, poor young man..."

Afterwards, the wooden house fell into silence...

endless grave
In front of a torn red tombstone, there is already a mess in front of the tombstone, broken candles, burnt incense, ashes from burning paper money, a white bowl broken in half, and an empty tomb...

A ghost escaped from the endless tomb and went to find her groom...

In Dachang City, Lin Qian was driving towards Guanjiang Community, while Yang Jian was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the sparsely populated streets with twinkling eyes.

The sunlight scattered from the car window and shone on Lin Qian. Lin Qian looked ahead, stretched out his hand and said to Yang Jian:
"Yang Jian, give me a cigarette."

Yang Jian took a cigarette from his pocket and passed it to Lin Qian. Lin Qian took it, put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, exhaled a puff of smoke, handed the lighter to Yang Jian, and squinted his eyes:

"Yang Jian, do you want a coffin nail?"

Hearing Lin Qian's abrupt question, Yang Jian was a little surprised. Hearing that Lin Qian asked this question, Yang Jian was not embarrassed at all:

"Well, the coffin nails are very restrictive to ghosts and are of great help to me, so you want to give it to me?"

Lin Qian shook his head, took a puff of cigarette, and smiled:

"I can't give it to you for the time being. I'm in some trouble right now. There's a ghost looking for me. I need coffin nails to deal with it."

"Can't a nail be nailed?": Yang Jian asked with some doubts.

Lin Qian shook his head:

"Maybe it can't be nailed. It's too terrifying. If I can, I'm even willing to nail it to death with a coffin nail. Unfortunately, I can't find three coffin nails right now."

Hearing Lin Qian's answer, Yang Jian's pupils suddenly shrank:
"The level of terror is so high? How did you provoke it?"

Seeing Yang Jian's appearance, Lin Qian smiled, with a helpless expression on his face, shook his head, took out a photo from his pocket, and handed it to Yang Jian:
"If you control the ghost painting, you have to get in touch with it. This is something that cannot be avoided."

Yang Jian took the photo from Lin Qian, looked at the scene in the photo, and squinted his eyes. The photo showed a bride wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijab. Her skin looked fair. , there was a pale young man holding hands with the bride.

Looking at everything in the photo, the corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched twice:
"Crafty bride?"

"Well, it can be called this way, have you seen the increasingly real bride in the photo, it means that she is looking for me."

Having said that, Lin Qian took a puff of cigarette and continued:
"If, I don't want to avoid her, I will definitely die, and I prepare two coffin nails, just for the worst case."

"With your current ability, there is no way to face her? You have controlled the starving ghost, so there is nothing you can do?" Yang Jian asked in disbelief.

Lin Qian shook his head and extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand:
"No, controlling the starving ghost just makes it possible for me not to die, but this is only a possibility. Once I meet the tricky bride, the ghost painting on my body will be taken away directly. There is no chance of resistance. At that time, I will starve to death." Ghosts are useless, unless I control [-]% of ghost paintings, otherwise everything is useless."

"Of course, if the starving ghost eats enough ghosts, it's okay." Lin Qian added slowly after taking the photo from Yang Jian.

(End of this chapter)