Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 136 Abducting Luo Qian
"According to what I have learned."

"The devil in this photo appeared once abroad and caused a great sensation at that time, and this photo recorded its figure. There is a strange connection between the two, which can be used as a Passage, to attract the demons."

Yuan Ping made it very clear.

The real function of the demon photo is not to be used as a supernatural prop, but a special "trap", which can attract real demons to the side by looking at it. This is the correct usage!

And this usage is no less than suicide for weak ghost masters. After all, it is the existence that makes foreign ghost masters helpless, and the degree of horror is definitely not low.

But from Lin Fan's point of view, even if the demon in this photo is equivalent to a complete ghost, he is certain that he can take it down. This possibility is better than getting a useless ghost puzzle too much.

Besides, even if the demon inside is not captured, it can still be used as a special supernatural prop. In occasions where chaos needs to be caused, looking at the photo to attract the demon is simply a great killer for fish in troubled waters.

"Nice stuff."

After thinking about this point, Lin Fan was basically determined to get this photo of the devil, and accepted it with a smile, "This photo is... 15 yuan, the three of you can get off the bus within five stops. "

"It's enough, we just need to leave Dahai City and find a safe place." Yuan Ping nodded.

I don't know if it's magnanimous enough, or if he managed his expression very well. He didn't feel dissatisfied in the slightest when he was forced to hand over such a supernatural item. This also made Lin Fan remember Yuan Ping, which is very good.

"Here, your stuff."

Lin Fan used the ghost seed to suppress the ghost's actions, and then let the ghost throw out the "severed" arm.

Fang Le, who had calmed down a little, immediately took the arm and fought back. Although he is impatient, he is not a fool. If he does not maintain the balance of the spirit in his body, he will really recover immediately.

"Can we get in the car now?" Song Hai's tone was very dissatisfied. His group had been delayed for too much time. He even suspected that the group of freaks from the Wuzhuohui had already touched the vicinity.

"Of course." After receiving enough fare, Lin Fan also became more talkative, took a step back, and gave way to the entrance and exit of the car.

Fang Le, who was carrying the burden, was the first to get into the car, and gave him a bad look, followed by Song Hai, who was thinking about something, his eyes followed the former's heel, and almost bumped into him.

As for the last passenger, when Yuan Ping got on the bus, Lin Fan stood up again, glanced at the young man rushing towards here not far away, leaned against the door, and said with great interest: "By the way, the Meng you just mentioned What is Orchid Festival?"

"You don't know Menglan Festival?"

Hearing this, Yuan Ping, whose face was a bit dark because he was blocked from the entrance, was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out.

"Of course I know about Menglan Festival, but the Menglan Festival you mentioned must not be the same as what I know?" Lin Fan continued dragging his time.

Judging by his appearance, he would not move away if he didn't answer, Yuan Ping sighed, and said helplessly, "It's true that they are not the same one, but if you are not a ghost master in the area in the north of Beijing, you don't know that Menglan Festival is also normal."

North Beijing area...

Lin Fan really didn't know this statement.

"Speaking of which, the Menglan Festival was originally just a small gathering in the spiritual circles in the northern Beijing area, but with the help of some veteran ghost masters, it gradually became a famous exchange area there."

Yuan Ping uttered some one-sided information.

"After all, it is not convenient for everyone to travel between cities. With such a place in the center, it is not a bad location for trading."

It turned out to be like this...

Lin Fan understood the specific meaning of the so-called "Menglan Festival", which is roughly a trading platform for the supernatural circle.

In the current timeline, it is very inconvenient to convey all kinds of intelligence and information, and if there is a specific position that allows ghost masters to conduct a series of transactions and exchanges, it will naturally attract a large number of ghost masters in a short time. The addition of ghosts.

"Think carefully."

"Isn't this the same as my original intention of creating Lanbai Society? I also want to use a lot of information to retain ghost masters, but I should adopt a membership system so that I can really retain them."

Lin Fan immediately had a feeling of sympathy for the people who set up this "Menglan Festival". Although this almost primitive trading platform will definitely be replaced in an instant after the headquarters appears, its significance is still good.

Looking at the panting and healthy young man running all the way, Lin Fan reckoned that time was almost enough, so he moved out of the way.

"Thank you for your answer."

He stared at the expressionless Yuan Ping, and said with a half-smile, "I believe you will go well next time."

What do you mean?
Yuan Ping savored these words carefully, and always felt that Lin Fan seemed to know something. He walked into the back row of the car with this deep thought.

"Tap-tap-"

The figure finally arrived at the platform.

Luo Qian leaned on his knees, panting and looking at the weird "iron box" in front of him, his eyes were full of disbelief and curiosity.

Noticing his gaze, Lin Fan shook his head and said, "Congratulations, you caught the last bus today, and this is also the first time we met."

"Are you..."

Luo Qian said emotionally.

"That's right, I'm the one talking to you." Lin Fan patted the car, which was trembling slightly with the engine, and motioned Luo Qian to get on the car and talk.

He returned to the driver's seat, Luo Qian was sitting on one side, and the door was closed after the last passenger got on the bus.

"So...brother, how should I deal with that ghost in the cemetery?" Luo Qian asked a little uneasy when he heard the sound of the car door closing.

"It's been resolved." Lin Fan stepped on the gas pedal.

"what?"

"What I'm going to say next, you'd better keep calm," Lin Fan looked at Luo Qian's wet soles, and drove the bus out of the platform little by little, and proceeded along the original route, "That ghost is following you Left Fushou Cemetery."

"To be precise, he's on you now."

"On, on me..."

Luo Qian's eyes widened when he heard these words, a chill that made his hair stand on end spread all the way down his back to the top of his head.

The previous feeling of being watched, the never-ending bloody mud on the soles of the feet, and a series of unexplainable things all turned into bombs detonating reason at this moment, making fear like a rushing wave, constantly washing over the heart.

"How could it be on me?"

Luo Qian still maintained the last trace of fantasy, forced a smile and said: "You are not kidding me, are you?"

"Are you kidding? If you touch the back of your head, you will definitely believe me." Lin Fan let go of the steering wheel, which made the two ghosts who made up the steering wheel stunned for a second, and then started to move by themselves.

the back of the head...

Luo Qian swallowed, constantly reassuring himself that nothing would happen, and stretched out his palms towards the back of his head little by little.

Fingers parted the short hair, continued to explore inside, and then...he touched a face!

(End of this chapter)