Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 367 The Information of the Cabinet

The scenery outside the window is receding, the bus is a little bumpy, the blurred scenery outside is mixed with the weirdness of this world.

The trees were receding, the car was very quiet, the blood on the windshield of the car was still fresh, and the smell of blood wafted in the car.

"Damn it, the next stop is Ghost Paradise. That ghost place is so weird every day."

"It's just that you don't get out of the car later, the flower ghosts in the garden usually don't get in the car."

There was a conversation between the two in the carriage, but the other person didn't speak, his gaze cast on Lin Qian vaguely.

He seemed to be wondering something.

"It's also the same reason. I heard that there used to be a foreigner living there. I don't know why. They triggered the ghost's killing pattern or something. In just one night, they were all taken care of by the flowers they carefully cared for." as nourishment."

"I heard that the death condition is terrible."

One person looked at Lin Qian's back, and said with meaningful eyes, he seemed to be suspicious of something.

"Is there such a thing? Damn it, why didn't I know?" The man who spoke the dialect of the Sichuan-Chongqing area said doubtfully as he touched his neck.

He didn't seem to know about it.

"I've never heard of this rumor, and the person who lived in Ghost Garden was not a foreigner, it seems to be an old lady."

Lin Qian stared ahead, the blood eyes hidden under the glasses flickered slightly.

Seeing that Lin Qian didn't seem to have any reaction, the person who just told the rumor about the ghost garden was a little disappointed: "Is that so? Maybe it's because I don't believe the rumors."

"Come on, what the hell, I thought I was ignorant, and it was you, the idiot, who was talking nonsense for a long time."

"I just said, how could I remember wrongly."

Hearing what the two said, the man just smiled and didn't say anything else. He looked at the ghost in red in front of him with deep eyes.

The number of ghosts recorded on the counter was four. He looked at the driver and the two ghosts sitting in the seat, checked the number, and found that there was nothing wrong.

The ghost recorded on the bus was correct, but he always felt that there was something wrong with the ghost in red, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.

This feeling is very strange, even more strange than when he saw foreigners begging at the pier.

Following his silence, the carriage became quieter, the dim lights shook with the bumps, Lin Qian looked at the darkness ahead expressionlessly, and the dim light broke through the strangeness.

The twisted trees were falling back, the grass was bent by the wind brought by the bus, and the haze was left behind.

With the bumping of the bus, time passed slowly, and a color suddenly appeared in the distant mist, it was a touch of red, a deep red.

As the bus got closer and closer, Lin Qian also gradually saw clearly what the red color was made of.

It was a garden, a garden wrapped in Bianhua flowers, the blood-colored petals were bright and dripping, Manzhushahua, this word that is both a flower name and a word is very suitable for it.

Red is all over the road ahead, as if the whole bus has entered the other shore, the sea of ​​flowers is swaying, and the green and black Bianhua flowers with slender roots are a little daunting.

The bus crushed the Bianhua flowers, and the sound of the branches being crushed sounded outside the carriage. The bus slowed down slowly, and the garden hidden in the sea of ​​flowers suddenly seemed to be still.

The rusty iron gate suddenly trembled, and the other shore flowers wrapped around the gate swayed with the tremor.

As the bus began to slow down, the gate vibrated more and more violently, and the red flowers swayed wildly until the bus came to a complete stop.

boom!
The moment the bus stopped, the rusty door burst open, and a woman who raised her sleeves to cover her face stepped out from among the flowers on the other side.

Its clothes are red, which matches the color of the Bianhua flowers. The sleeves flutter slightly, and the skirt drags in the sea of ​​flowers. It is like a beautiful flower.

Lin Qian looked at this ghost, and his expression moved slightly. The other side flower, the ghost in red clothes, the supernatural place of this era is so dangerous.

The roar of the bus continued, and the petals of the other shore flower fell on the outer shell of the bus, but they were blown away by a chill.

"Be good, Long Dingdong, does this thing need to get in the car?" A person in the carriage swallowed, looked at the red-clothed ghost outside the window, and said in a low voice.

"Damn it, today is really evil. First, I met a ghost blocking the car, and now I met a ghost who never got in the car and wanted to get in the car. Damn it, did you read the almanac wrong today? ?”

In the dark carriage, the complaints of the two resounded in the carriage. Lin Qian looked at the ghost who got on the bus, and a bloody smell rushed to his face.

"This guy has killed a lot of people." Lin Qian looked at the Bianhua flowers, the red petals were flying, and the blood color seemed to indicate something.

The door of the bus closed slowly, with a clatter, the counter on the bus began to turn pages: "5!"

The started bus drove towards the sea of ​​flowers, ignoring the red-clothed ghost sitting beside him, Lin Qian looked at the station that was beginning to change ahead.

Next stop: Haunted House in the Woods
Looking at the bloody text on the windshield of the car, Lin Qian had a smile in his eyes: "It's really lucky, the next stop is where I'm going."

Smelling the bloody smell coming from the side, Lin Qian licked the corner of his mouth, he seemed a little hungry.

The darkness is illuminated by the headlights, and the bus passes by crushing the flowers on the other side. The petals all over the sky are beautiful and charming.

The bumps started, the speed of the bus began to increase, and soon it left the sea of ​​flowers on the other side behind, as if it didn't want to stay here any longer.

The red color receded quickly, followed by darkness, the sea of ​​flowers on the other side was quickly left behind, and the road became gloomy.

In Lin Qian's hair, a small eye suddenly appeared in a hair. It stared at the sea of ​​flowers behind the bus body. The fluttering Bana flowers in the sea of ​​flowers seemed to form a woman's figure.

She seemed to be staring at the bus driving in the ghostly place.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian withdrew his eyes in his hair. He looked at the eternal darkness in front of him, thoughtfully, and glanced at the quiet ghost next to him.

The red sleeves cover the face, the long skirt hangs down, and the figure is graceful. This makes people wonder what kind of face is under the red sleeves. Of course, this is only when they don't know that this woman is a ghost.

"I hope it's not what I guessed. If it's true, it will be really troublesome." Lin Qian looked at the words on the windshield of the car, distorted and dazzling.

The haunted house in the woods is where Lin Qian is going. Since he took over the thief ghost, he has seen a lot and learned a lot. He has to do a lot of things. If he doesn't come this time to the Republic of China, Then he might see the ghost groom in modern times...

A real ghost groom.

Lin Qian recalled seeing the coffin of the treacherous bride during the Daqian Dynasty, and murmured to himself: "If you don't think about me, there is no one else. The double-mirror coffin, the same coffin flowers, words don't follow... Yinlu colleagues..."

Lin Qian looked at the darkness in the distance, her eyes darkened: "Another red coffin... It's a good one. If I don't think about it, how can there be no one else..."

"Don't laugh at the red candle, the mirror reflects the red coffin...the dark marriage is completed..."

"Wedding dress, wedding dress... If I haven't seen it, I might really want to make a wedding dress..."

"Ghost marriage is really not just a simple ritual..."

Lin Qian stroked the ring on her finger with a heavy heart.

The bus was moving quickly towards the place Lin Qian wanted to go. The forest and the night owl's cry, the gloomy picture made people feel that they were on the road to the underworld.

"Song Li, do you feel that there is something wrong with that ghost in red?"

Time passed slowly, and I don't know how long it had passed. In the quiet carriage, someone suddenly broke the silence. It was the man who spoke of the rumor about the ghost tour.

The sudden inquiry in the carriage shocked the other two people: "Damn it, what are you calling me for? I don't know how easy it is to scare people to death! Oh, hey, I have such a violent temper..."

It seems that he is Song Li, and he is not worthy of his temper and character just because of his name.

"Which one?" The other person didn't react as strongly as Song Li did. He looked at the two red-clothed ghosts in the seat in front of him and asked with some doubts.

Now there are two ghosts in red clothes on the bus, how does he know which one he is talking about.

"It looks like a newborn one. The clothes on it seem to be wrong. I don't think I've ever heard of such clothes, and foreigners don't have such clothes."

"Damn it, isn't it just a normal long gown? At most it's just a different style. What's the fuss? Wang Sheng, you just have too many thoughts. You are as suspicious as Cao thief. You are not tired like this. "

"Damn it, I'm already exhausted, worrying about this and that every day, I really don't know what's the point of it."

Song Li glanced at Lin Qian's clothes, and suddenly became speechless. He looked at Wang Sheng and almost rolled his eyes.

Hearing Song Li's complaints, Wang Sheng took a deep breath, and he didn't want to talk to this guy anymore. This guy's brain is always unable to turn around such trivial matters.

But this guy has a keen intuition for insight into the action rules of ghosts. This talent makes his teeth itch with envy. He really doesn't know how this kind of person has such a talent.

The other person looked at the bright red windbreaker on Lin Qian with some doubts in his eyes. Like Song Li, he couldn't see anything wrong with the red dress.

When he said there was a problem, he felt that the ghost with the red sleeves covering his face was the problem, but after thinking about it carefully, isn't it normal for the ghost to have problems?

Even if the male ghost had a problem, he was a fierce ghost. The ghost had a problem in the first place, so I don't know why Wang Sheng was so vigilant.

And just relying on the horror of this ghost, there are problems that they can't solve.

The conversation ended without the two of them paying attention. Wang Sheng looked at Lin Qian's back, his eyes flickered slightly, and there must be something wrong with this ghost.

The corners of Lin Qian's mouth curled up. He looked at the changing scene in front of him, and he didn't care about the speculation of the three of them.

Darkness surged, and the woods on both sides of the road began to grow lush, and an old house hidden in the woods appeared in front of Lin Qian.

Looking at the gloomy old house ahead, Lin Qian's eyes became slightly gloomy: "It's finally here."

The bus started to slow down, the turbulence became stronger, the dim lights were shaking, and the woods outside the window were slowly slowing down.

Finally, the bus stopped, the door opened, and there was a sound of jamming. The wind blew into the car from the outside. Looking at the familiar old house, Lin Qian sat up from the seat and got off the bus.

"Get out of the car?" Wang Sheng looked at the ghost who got out of the car in surprise, and then at the old house hidden in the woods, Wang Sheng's eyes were thoughtful.

"It turned out to be here."

Song Li and the other person breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the ghosts getting off the bus. The fewer ghosts there were on the bus, the safer they were, especially the ghosts who stood up immediately after being hit by the bus.

It is not in the car, and their hearts are much more at ease.

The car door was slowly closed, the headlights broke through the fog, and the bus started to drive towards the distance. Lin Qian looked back at the bus that quickly disappeared into the darkness.

He felt that the speed of the bus seemed to be much faster than before, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

Not paying too much attention to these, Lin Qian looked at the forest in front of him and walked in without hesitation.

There is a small road between the woods, which leads directly to the old house. The purpose of Lin Qian's trip is to enter the bride's boudoir and give some things to the ghost cabinet.

By the way, release the ghost cabinet.

The path was very narrow, and the trees on both sides were baring their teeth and claws, as if they were mocking Lin Qian's death.

At this moment in the old house, a middle-aged man suddenly sat up from a dark coffin, he frowned and looked out of the old house, a little dignified.

"This kind of horrible spirit, is there a horrible ghost coming? Or a human?"

He quickly turned out of the coffin, and came to the gate of the old house with a flash. He opened the closed gate and looked at the winding path with a solemn expression.

In the alley, a young man wearing a red windbreaker and golden glasses was coming towards the old house, looking at the young man's pupils with radiance, the middle-aged man was a little surprised: "This kind of terrifying ghost is actually a human? It's really weird."

"Zhang Dong?" Seeing that the door was opened and a middle-aged man in a coat was standing inside, Lin Qian thought about it and asked.

The owner of this old house has always been Zhang Dong, so now Lin Qian subconsciously thinks that he is Zhang Dong when he sees someone, and this middle-aged man is very similar to Zhang Xianguang.

"It seems that the person here is someone who knows me, but why don't I remember that there is such a number one person as you? Just relying on the oppressive feeling you gave me, you shouldn't be unknown." Zhang Dong narrowed his eyes slightly.

The ghost on this guy is terrifying, he may not be able to defeat him, but he has never even heard of such a character, something is wrong.

In this day and age, it's not easy to hide. That broken bus, as long as there are ghosts, it will go.

"Isn't it good to be anonymous? Why do everyone know about it?" Lin Qian laughed and said, "Besides, there are many anonymous people, how much can you hear about?"

Hearing Lin Qian's words, Zhang Dong thought for a while and it really made sense: "It makes sense, tell me, what do you want me to do? I don't believe that people like you will be fine when they come here."

"Looking for you?" Lin Qian shook his head. He looked at the scene inside the gate: "I'm here to find a room. That room is locked. I have the key here."

"Room?" Zhang Dong frowned, and looked back in one direction. There was a room at the end of the corridor in that direction. The lock on the room was already rusty.

"Are you here to find the bride's boudoir? And you still have the key?" Zhang Dong looked at the young man with some surprise.

"Well, don't worry, I'm just going in to do some things and leave. I won't cause you any trouble." Lin Qian came to the gate of the old house, and he looked at Zhang Dong inside the gate.

Zhang Dong is very strong, even stronger than Mr. Qin, he can beat him, but he doesn't need to, he doesn't bother to do things that are thankless.

Besides, if Zhang Dong escaped during the fight, he would be the unlucky one. He is strong now, but Lin Qian who just woke up in the future is still an ordinary person.

If Zhang Dong couldn't get angry with him after fighting him, and killed him when he just came out of the ghost painting, or if he also got involved when his son Zhang Xianguang wanted to mess with him, then he would be 100% cool .

So if you have nothing to do, don’t pretend to be forceful in the past, or you will be easily hit by dimensionality reduction.

"Is that so?" Zhang Dong looked Lin Qian up and down, feeling the somewhat familiar ghost, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Ghost painting, ghost blood, tricky bride, and that little girl..."

"Boy, your background is not very good!"

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about the affairs of your younger generations. Remember not to stay in this era for too long, and don't think about changing history. This kind of thing is not something that humans can do."

Zhang Dong gave way to Lin Qian, which was regarded as agreeing to Lin Qian's entry into the old house.

Lin Qian's eyes changed slightly when he heard Zhang Dong's words, but after thinking about Mr. Qin, he understood a little: "It makes sense for you to be the strongest in this era."

"Hehe, you are praising me." Zhang Dong smiled disapprovingly.

Lin Qian nodded, and walked straight into the old house without hesitation. Zhang Dong's strength was unquestionable. Just the first time he met him, he judged that he was not a person of this era by virtue of his supernatural powers.

Lin Qian would not ask Zhang Dong how he deduced it, because he could do it the same way.

There will not be two identical ghosts in this world. According to the calculation of time, the ghost paintings of this era are still in China and no one controls them.

In this case, where did the ghost painting on Lin Qian come from?
Combining with other ghosts on Lin Qian, it is easy to deduce that Lin Qian is not a person of this era, but Lin Qian feels that the reason why Zhang Dong can deduce it so quickly is because the ghost he controls is extremely terrifying and special. The reason is that he was the strongest during the Republic of China after all.

But no matter what, Zhang Dong deduced that Lin Qian was not from this era, and that was enough.

After entering the gate, Lin Qian tactfully closed the gate.

"Look more and do less, and go back to your own time as soon as possible after finishing your own work. It's boring to keep wandering in the past." Zhang Dong walked into the hall and pulled out a grand chair, and sat under the eaves.

He looked at Lin Qian who was going straight to the locked room and reminded him again.

"I will."

Lin Qian walked across the patio to the room at the end of the corridor, and took out a rusty key from his pocket without hesitation.

This thing is one of the harvests of his hard work. Without this key, he can't even see the shadow of this room. Even if he breaks the lock by force, he will only see an ordinary boudoir when he enters. It wouldn't be the one he was looking for.

He inserted the key into the lock, clicked, the mechanism was triggered, the brass lock was opened, and the lock was hung on the door. Lin Qian had no intention of taking it away.

After finishing his own work, the room will be locked again. Lin Qian pushed open the door and walked in. The red world flashed away. Zhang Dong looked at the closed door, smiled and said goodbye. I don't care much.

The confidence that the two can coexist peacefully lies in their respective strengths. Without this, this young man would not be able to enter this old house today.

"Excellent junior." Zhang Dong muttered softly.

In the room, Lin Qian looked at the red furniture and let out a long breath: "Fortunately, it's not illusory, otherwise I have to cut into it."

The room is neatly arranged, with beds, cabinets, dressers, wardrobes and some miscellaneous things.

Lin Qian didn't pay attention to other things in the room, he went straight to a red cabinet next to the dressing table.

He looked at the ghost cabinet in front of him, thought for a while and took out two photos from his pocket: "You take these things, I know how you will use these things, and I also give you the key, you can look at it yourself. "

In a room full of red furniture, Lin Qian put two photos and a key in front of the ghost cabinet, and these three things appeared.

The ghost cabinet suddenly vibrated, a cabinet was slowly opened, and coldness emerged from the cabinet, a black hand stretched out from the cabinet, and grabbed the two photos and the key.

Then suddenly retracted.

Looking at the depths of the dark cabinet, Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Tell me where the groom is."

Lin Qian stared at the ghost cabinet, seeing that it hadn't changed much for a long time, Lin Qian was speechless immediately: "It's so special."

Speaking of which, Lin Qian took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, and began to quickly write on the paper:

"Tell me where the groom is."

After finishing writing, Lin Qian put the paper into the wooden grid in front of the cabinet.

In just an instant, the piece of paper was taken in by the hand just now, and after a few seconds passed, the piece of paper was sent out.

Lin Qian picked up the paper and looked at the reply on it, his eyes flickered slightly:

"The groom is..."

In addition to the information that Lin Qian wanted, there were two more sentences. Looking at the crooked handwriting like a child's graffiti, Lin Qian laughed:
"what are you……"

"You seem to be the groom..."

(End of this chapter)