Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 186

Countless ghosts carrying red and black lanterns were standing motionless around the young man in Tang suit. Not far away, the ghost in a blood-red coat, that is, the little girl's father, was staring at him with bright red pupils.

Lin Qian looked at Ke Ke who was running over, his eyes flickered, and without saying anything, he picked up Ke Ke and put it on his shoulder, rubbed Ke Ke's little head, and his face twitched twice:
"Ke Ke, you said you wanted to call your mother over? Is it true?"

Under the dark sky, Lin Qian asked this question very calmly, but the twitching corners of her eyes said everything. Ke Ke hugged Lin Qian's neck with a smile on her face. After hearing her father's question, she felt a little wronged in her eyes :

"Dad doesn't like mom anymore?"

Looking at the aggrieved Ke Ke, Lin Qian fell silent. This was a bit difficult to answer. In all fairness, does he like the tricky bride?Are you kidding? Is this something people can like? He didn't see the tricky bride and died to show her. He was worthy of her and liked it
I really don't like this thing, it's too deadly. When I read folk stories, I admired Ning Caichen, but he dared to go to ghosts. Now that I know what ghosts are, I appreciate it even more.
Appreciation is appreciation, let him imitate, think of the horror of the tricky bride, uh...
Forget it, he can't do this kind of thing, it's not that he's afraid of the Sly Bride, it's just that the aesthetics are different. I like more living people.
After all, living people are safer, and the tricky bride is too scary
"Dad, why don't you talk when you are swollen? Do you really dislike mom?"

Seeing that Ke Ke was so wronged that he was about to cry, he was obviously very sad that Lin Qian didn't like the cunning bride. So helpless:

"Let's fool around first. If you really say that you don't like the tricky bride, Keke might be sad to death."

Thinking of this, Lin Qian rubbed Ke Ke's little head, and said helplessly:
"How could it be? How could Dad not like Mom? Mom is so beautiful, but Dad likes it very much."

Yes, I like it very much, why don’t I like it, I like it so much, I like it so much that I have to run when I meet her
When Ke Ke heard that her father liked her mother, she suddenly smiled and hugged her father's neck very happily.

Lin Qianjian Keke didn't say anything like this, but just felt a headache. He looked around at the ghosts carrying lanterns, thoughtful in his eyes, and looked at the young man holding a black oil-paper umbrella. There was something in his eyes. gloomy:

"Maybe you can't tell Dad, who is this guy?"

Hearing her father's question, Ke Ke looked at the young man in Tang suit, and her face suddenly puffed up:

"Father, this is a bad uncle. It's the bad uncle who didn't let Keke go to find his father. Otherwise, Keke would have found his father a long time ago. And just now Keke said that his father is very good. This bad uncle didn't believe it, and even laughed at Keke. broken."

Hearing Ke Ke's words, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes, thinking in his eyes, and the young man in the Tang suit, his scalp was about to explode at the moment. The moment he saw Ke Ke's father, he only felt that Lin Qian was a ghost, not a ghost at all. For a living person, that sense of crisis is simply desperate.

The young man in Tang suit looked at Lin Qian, swallowed, recalling what the little guy said just now, her mother seemed to be more fierce, even her father was afraid, and now she was looking at the young man in the blood-red coat.

The young man in Tang suit only felt that what kind of existence should he be afraid of even this kind of existence, and such a family might be turned upside down.

Today's young man in Tang suit is very complicated, and he is very frightened. Now he is not only surrounded by a group of ghosts, but also stared at by a terrifying existence. He feels that he is going to be cold.

Especially when he heard that Ke Ke had complained to her father, he felt desperate and regretted his actions just now...

Lin Qian looked at this silent young man, and didn't pay too much attention to it. He turned his head and looked behind him, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were gloomy when he thought of what happened just now:

"At the same time, if the time is restarted, there will be a long time reversal. If it is not found that something is wrong, and the restart is given up in advance, God knows where I will be reversed by time."

Thinking of just now, Lin Qian couldn't help feeling a little terrified:

"Fortunately, I discovered it too early. I just returned to the coffin. Otherwise, God knows what will happen. Restarting time is really a taboo ability. Reversing time is too scary..."

When the old man restarted time at the same time, he saw something so weird that even he feared it, and now thinking about it feels creepy.

Lin Qian couldn't help thinking of a sentence, those who play with time will be played by time...

Shaking his head, Lin Qian dispelled these thoughts, looked up at the sky not far away, from here he could see Dajiang City, with tall buildings everywhere, lanterns fluttering in mid-air, and the bloody waning moon standing in the sky .

"As the headquarters said, it has spread to the entire Dajiang City. Because of the death of the theater troupe leader, there is no follow-up, and the ghost show is out of control."

The countless ghosts carrying lanterns around them remained motionless, the scarlet lanterns flickered with a strange red light, the darkness was intertwined, Lin Qian's face was gloomy:

"It's really a mess. It's really troublesome to solve this supernatural incident. If you don't solve that ghost, don't even try to deal with this supernatural incident."

"But if I want to deal with that old thing, I can't do it now, restarting it is too unsolvable..."

Thinking of this, Lin Qian felt very bad, and looked at the ghosts around him, and his mood was even worse:
"Deal with these ghost things first, and then find a way to deal with that old guy after dealing with these."

Ignoring the young man in Tang suit standing motionless with sweat dripping from his forehead, Lin Qian took out a painting from his pocket, which showed a young man and a bride.

Not paying attention to the bride on the painting, Lin Qian put the painting on the ground, a touch of blue and red flashed, and the ghost realm instantly filled the surroundings, covering all the surrounding ghosts, starving ghosts with blood-red pupils appeared in the ghost realm, Walk towards those ghosts carrying lanterns.

After doing all this, Lin Qian looked at the young man in Tang suit, looked at him with unfriendly eyes, thought for a while, and a flash appeared in front of the young man in Tang suit.

A red stool suddenly appeared, Lin Qian sat on it without looking at it, leaned on the stool, lit a cigarette, and held a proud face of Ke Ke in his arms.

Lin Qian rubbed Ke Ke's head, and looked at the person in front of him with great interest:
"Tell me, where did you come from? I remember that there are no people with your strength in Dajiang City."

Feeling the breath of youth in Tang suit, Lin Qian's eyes flickered:
"It's still an outlier, which is rare in this period."

The young man in Tang suit looked at the starving ghosts that kept appearing around him, and at the fierce ghosts who were eaten by the starving ghosts and did not resist, swallowed, a little scared, and held on to the black umbrella without daring to move:

"Who are you, there is no existence like you in Dajiang City."

"Hehe, please figure out the situation. I'm asking you, not you."

The young man in Tang suit fell silent, staring at the young man sitting on the red stool and smoking a cigarette, feeling very apprehensive in his heart, he knew exactly what that stool was, and he had sat on it before, so he knew exactly what was on the stool.

Looking at this young man with a relaxed face, the young man in Tang suit was silent for a long time before he said:
"My name is Fang Chengshi, and I am a native of Dajiang City."

"Oh, Fang Chengshi, a local."

Looking at Fang Chengshi's Tang suit, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes:

"Looking at the Tang suit you're wearing, it's a ghost. The level of horror doesn't look low. As far as I know, only a tailor can make a ghost into clothes."

"Tell me, where did the clothes come from? Did you buy them or order them?"

Hearing this, Fang Chengshi's complexion changed. Looking at this squinting and smiling young man, a chill came to his heart:
"How did he know about the tailor shop, and also know that it can be customized. Except for some old guys who know about grandpa's tailor shop, the younger generation doesn't know it at all."

Thinking of this, Fang Chengshi suddenly had a guess in his heart:
"Could it be that this guy is an inheritance like me? But how is this possible? Grandpa said that there are very few people in this era who have inheritance like him, and he basically knows who these people are."

According to the people he knew, there was no such horror at all, so where did this guy come from, and how did he know about the tailor shop.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and asked:

"Who on earth are you and why do you know about the tailor shop?"

Seeing Fang Cheng began to ask, Lin Qian grinned:

"It seems that you have something to do with that tailor shop. Since there is something to do with it, it doesn't matter if I tell you who I am. Anyway, I will visit the tailor shop in the future, and you will know about it then."

Speaking of this, Lin Qian breathed out a puff of smoke, and heard the sound of starving ghosts eating fierce ghosts. In his ghost domain, all the ghosts were suppressed. many.

"Now let's get acquainted, Lin Qian, the person in charge of Dajiang City, the entire Dajiang City is currently my domain, so tell me, what is your relationship with the tailor shop?"

Hearing Lin Qian's words, Fang Chengshi's pupils shrank:
"The person in charge of Dajiang City, isn't the person in charge of Dajiang City a ghost master named Liu Xuan? When did someone change? Lin Qian, the person in charge of Dajiang City, isn't the temporary person in charge of Dajiang City..."

"Lin Qian, wait, isn't he the Lin Qian who Liu Xuan said has never come to take office!"

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng began to be a little unbelievable. He didn't expect such strength to exist in the headquarters:
"You are Lin Qian, the Lin Qian who has never come to take office?"

"Oh, you know me?"

Lin Qian looked at Fang Chengshi in surprise. He didn't expect this thing to have heard of him. He kept a low profile like this, and there were people who had heard of him.

"Listen, I've heard of it, I heard Liu Xuan mention it before..."

"Oh, well, that makes sense."

Lin Qian said nonchalantly, seeing the starving ghosts constantly putting some lanterns into the painting, he couldn't help but feel a little better. These lanterns are also ghosts, but because of the limited degree of horror, for him It's just a supernatural item.

The usefulness of these lanterns is something, as long as the person who is holding the lantern and does not die, will be regarded as the same kind by the ghost during the time when the lantern changes color, so that he will not be attacked, it is very practical.

But if this thing is held by a ghost, it will be a little scary. The ghost holding the lantern will be taken by the lantern to find the living. As for what will happen if the living person is found, don't even think about it...

After smoking the cigarette in his hand, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Chengshi:
"What's the relationship with the tailor shop? Let's talk about it. If the relationship is not bad, I will let you off for the sake of an old guy."

Feeling the sense of crisis coming to his face, Fang Cheng began to swallow his saliva. Hearing what this guy meant, if he couldn't explain why today, he would kill himself without hesitation.

"My grandfather is the owner of the tailor shop. My grandfather said that when he dies, the tailor shop will be mine. So you can understand it in this way. I am now the future owner of the tailor shop."

Lin Qian looked this young man in Tang suit up and down, a little surprised:

"The future owner of the tailor shop? So weak?"

Fang Chengshi was a little embarrassed, holding a black umbrella and didn't know what to say, Lin Qian didn't care, just looked at Fang Chengshi casually, threw away the cigarette butt, and stood up from the stool:

"It's lucky, you survived, and I'm relatively keeping my promise."

With that said, Lin Qian looked at the entrance of the troupe, frowning:

"Come out, the old thing is really lingering, there are so many ordinary people living here who don't want to kill, come to me."

Lin Qian's face was a little ugly, and he looked around. The starving ghost was still devouring the ghost, and the lanterns were collected one by one:

"Leave first, and deal with it later. It is difficult to deal with the source at the center of this ghost show. It is unrealistic to be reckless before you think of a way to deal with the old man. But before you leave, you have to catch some ghosts and go away. I only got four ribs on the umbrella, which is really a little less.”

Lin Qian's purpose this time was for the umbrella ribs. If he didn't get the umbrella ribs, then he was in vain this time. Thinking of this, Lin Qian took out a painting from his pocket, which showed a big red coffin, and looked at it. For this coffin, Lin Qian had a guess in his heart, but he didn't know if it was feasible.

So he had to find someone to ask, and after he got an accurate answer, he would deal with the source ghost, that is, the old man...

Putting away the painting, Lin Qian didn't pay attention to Fang Chengshi who had a worried face, nor did he pay attention to the disappearing stool. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the stage, where there were twelve phantoms standing on it.

Each of the twelve phantom ghosts had a red umbrella bone inserted into their heads. Lin Qian narrowed his eyes, and the ghost realm filled the air, forcibly covering the entire stage, enveloping the twelve phantom ghosts into the ghost realm.

At the moment when the ghost domain covered the twelve opera ghosts, Lin Qian's pupils shrank, and she turned her head suddenly to look at the backstage entrance. There was an old man with thin skin and hollow pupils in a big black and green costume. Coming this way.

"Come on, this old thing really lingers."

The moment he saw the old man, Lin Qian's body flickered for a moment, and disappeared directly in place. The ghost domain flickered and turned into a rainbow passing by.

A crack suddenly appeared in the sky, Qinghong rushed out of the crack, and disappeared under the blood moon, along with the ghosts on the stage and those ghosts carrying lanterns.

This is the act of walking around when you can't eat, packing...

The darkness was spreading, the old man stopped in place, the opera tone reappeared, the coldness and ominousness spread, screams and screams continued.

The old man stayed in place for a while, as if he had lost his target. When he heard the screams of the survivors, the old man moved and walked towards the auditorium...

　The update is over, so let’s do it today. It’s a headache. Of course, it’s not impossible to update. The little girl is open to money, so it’s okay to give a reward.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)