Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 143 Tomorrow's Slaughterhouse

"I found the coffin at Zhenjiang Lake in Dajiang City! But that's the original name, and now there is no water in Zhenjiang Lake."

The middle-aged man replied hastily.

Then he waved his hand, stepped on deep and shallow puddles, rushed back towards Sishui Village, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

And it is this sentence.

Let the atmosphere in the car suddenly change.

Looking at the direction in which the middle-aged man pulling the chain was leaving, the butcher and tilanpo who had been keeping quiet in the carriage suddenly raised their eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

Lin Fan was also very concerned. If the ghost messengers hadn't lied to them, the relationship between the blood coffin and the ghost willow tree might be so close that it's unimaginable.

The two are indeed very similar in some respects.

They all own the part of the lake.

According to the law of ghost puzzles, this shows that the two can be regarded as mutual puzzles to a large extent.

"According to the development route in the original book, the ghost messenger and the blood coffin finally appeared together in Huanggang Village. Something must have happened in the middle, and what happened to the ghost in the blood coffin?"

Lin Fan smelled something tricky.

The ghosts conceived in the blood coffin are definitely not simple, and the ghosts that have not been fully conceived are enough. It is an unsolvable S-level supernatural event. It is conceivable that the same lake ghosts that came out of the same coffin, How terrible it would be.

As the passengers exit the vehicle, the doors close again.

Fortunately, this time is different from the situation at Dahu Station in Zhenjiang. The lake full of supernatural power is only eroding the area, instead of targeting the supernatural bus, the wheels and engines start again.

But at this time.

Lin Fan suddenly opened the car window.

Bursts of black mist seemed to pour out of his body, and in an instant, a black cloud condensed in midair.

The dark cloud seemed to have its own consciousness. After condensing, it immediately drifted towards the village.

Wherever he went, dense moisture spread around him, and drops of clear rain fell steadily as the moisture intensified.

"I can't help you much, it's up to you whether you can take in that ghost..."

After cutting off the gushing black mist, Lin Fan looked at Surabaya Village where the rain was falling, and closed the car window again.

This is the greatest help he can give to a middle-aged man within his ability. For a stranger, this step is already very good. I hope the other party can have a different ending.

Meanwhile, Luo Qian was watching Lin Fan's every move. Facing his attack, he couldn't help but said, "Brother Ye, since this village is not a real village, why should we help him?"

He glanced at the dark clouds above Sishui Village, half sighed, half puzzled and said: "And I remember you also said that ghost masters are not allowed to use supernatural powers at will, which will make the ghosts in their body Generate recovery, and then be killed by the ghost."

"No, you are talking about ordinary ghost masters." Lin Fan gestured to the butcher behind the carriage with a half-smile, "Some ghost masters, by coincidence, can make the ghosts they are driving die. status, the chances of a recovery would be greatly reduced."

"And after you really control the ghost grave, I will find a way to prepare a second ghost for you, so that the grave in your body will also crash."

After explaining the matter of the ghost master, he changed the topic at this moment, stared at the suddenly changing road ahead, and sighed; "As for why you said you wanted to help him, my answer is, I want to see if there is any difference result."

different results...

Luo Qian was a little confused.

But the first sentence is obviously saying that he is not an ordinary ghost master, or he has jumped out of this rank, full of confidence but not arrogant.

"Brother Ye must be the top figure in the supernatural circle, and he was willing to help me when I was being targeted by the ghost grave. He is really a good person." I feel lucky to have met such an excellent leader.

Even though his usual job was dealing with corpses and soil in Fushou Cemetery, he met many people and things.

Generally, the more noble the person is, the easier it is to feel superior in front of ordinary people. Not to mention such a detailed teaching, even if I talk to you a few more words, I will be very impatient. This is commonplace.

And Ye Zhen is such a very, very rare person who has kindness to ordinary people and is willing to help strangers.

After driving past Surabaya Village Station, the place where the supernatural bus arrived was an open field.

There is nothing special here, the melodious chirping of insects can be heard all around, and the wild flowers on the roadside swaying slowly with the breeze, like a scene in reality.

Look along this gravel road.

Not far away is a very long row of houses. In the wilderness with no one around, it is like a sealed fortress. Except for the entrance of the main entrance, there are no windows. As for whether there is a mystery inside, it is not clear. .

And the station here is set up at the door of the row house, next to its house number——

"Slaughterhouse tomorrow."

Could this be the stop where the butcher got off?It looked quite peaceful, without being ravaged by a ghost... Looking at the information on the station sign, Lin Fan turned his head and saw the butcher walking to the door of the car.

The tall and burly man was holding a smooth to shiny butcher's knife, with a black face with a beard, staring at a certain part of the slaughterhouse, he didn't know what he was thinking, his brows were almost knit together.

"Are you at the site?"

Lin Fan appeared next to the butcher out of thin air.

The butcher nodded, and the exhaustion in his voice couldn't be concealed: "Yes, I'm going to get out of the car. I'm lucky today, and the 'pigs' inside are not too noisy."

Lin Fan nodded silently. When he was controlling the butcher knife, he had seen the scene inside the slaughterhouse.

There is a golden gate in the depths of the slaughterhouse, and there seem to be a lot of ghosts inside. The "pig" that the butcher refers to refers to them.

"Need help?" Lin Fan offered.

"I probably won't need it recently," the butcher forced a smile, "If the things inside are usually quiet, they will be quiet for several days. I really planned to invite you to help me at the beginning."

There's so much going on in between.

The most profound one, of course, was the ghost willow tree encountered in the Great Lakes of Zhenjiang, where a carload of people almost couldn't get out.

"Okay, then next time, anyway, I owe you a favor, and I have to pay it back." Lin Fan shrugged, didn't say anything else, and took a step back to the driver's seat.

The butcher also understood what he meant, and walked straight into the dark slaughterhouse without saying hello.

(End of this chapter)