The Game of Mystery Recovery

Chapter 238 Meeting Zhang Dong

"I shouldn't have come to Room 301 in Meng Xiaodong's ghost area."

Seeing the corpse on the bed, Zhao Yi felt the strong sense of oppression, and his expression changed slightly.

Meng Xiaodong is not a simple character, she is the one who didn't dismember her own supernatural power in Qilaoli, and there are Zhang Dong and the other two.

By the way, there is another Yao Lao, but he is unwilling to dismember himself because he is worried that his lifespan will be shortened in order to live longer.

Without hesitation, Zhao Yi didn't even dare to continue to check everything around him, feeling that sense of danger, and left here directly.

The grand master chair started up again, and this time Zhao Yi came to a dark place.

With the help of the supernatural power of the goggles, he can see the surrounding situation. When he saw this clearly, Zhao Yi's face also changed.

This place is impressively a wooden house, but there is nothing scary like the previous room 301.

The wooden house is very old, it looks like it should have been a long time ago, in the wooden house, apart from the grand master chair, there is only an old bed and a dusty cabinet.

"what is that?"

Zhao Yi stood up, and there was a booklet on the cabinet. He picked up the booklet, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the cover.

After wiping the gray layer, this booklet should be a notebook for recording some things.

"We succeeded, but it's not a success, just barely."

On the first page of the notebook, such a paragraph was written.

"This era of terror has finally been suppressed, but we have paid a high price for it, and many people have died."

"The outside is temporarily stabilized, but as a price, I will never be able to leave this ghost place in the future."

This is the diary of the Seventh Elder, so I know who it belongs to.

But looking at the wooden house he was in, Zhao Yi also had a guess in his heart.

"Listening to them, they decided to do an experiment. After all, our lifespan is limited. If the experiment can be successful, maybe there are still people who can deal with these things after we die."

"The experiment was successful, but it also failed. He is a natural alien, and there is no problem with the recovery of ghosts, but the experiment also failed. He is not perfect, and I always feel that there is something missing. Maybe we can only wait for the unknown future. "

"I have been stationed here for decades, and I feel that my lifespan is almost over. Maybe I won't live for too long."

"When the appointed time comes, maybe I need to dismember the ghost in my body, but I still haven't heard them say about the emergence of hope."

"In this helpless world, a terrifying existence has come again. I have completed my mission, and the future is left to you."

"I let some things go. They used to be comrades-in-arms, but now they have become ghosts."

"I saw a young man with a hoe that day. Is he the one he chose? That ghost's potential is very good, but it's still too weak."

"Gone, left alone, I have nothing to miss."

"Perhaps the only regret is that I didn't wait until the end of the supernatural age they said."

The content of the notes ended here abruptly. There was no useful information on it, and it was more of a record of the unwillingness of an old man.

"It seems that it is indeed Luo Qian's territory. The cemetery needs to be suppressed all the time. Luo Qian really can't leave."

Zhao Yi shook his head, stood in the wooden house and opened the window to watch everything outside.

Outside is an endless pile of graves, and in the pitch-black cemetery, there are several invisible figures moving.

"Forget it, let's go."

Zhao Yi has no plan to stay here any longer, the cemetery is a very dangerous place, and there is basically no benefit for him here.

If it's any good, he might explore here, but forget it for now.

Sitting on the grand teacher's chair, Zhao Yi left this place.

The surrounding scene changed again, Zhao Yi subconsciously opened his eyes, peered around, to ensure his own safety.

But this time his vision was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

The spirit of the goggles was disturbed, and in the darkness, he lost the ability to see through everything around him.

"Have you been to Zhang Dong's old house?"

Although he said so in his heart, Zhao Yi was already sure of his current position.

After all, the Taishi chairs are not in Zhangdong's ancient house, he has already been there, and the third time it will appear will naturally only appear in the ancient house.

"Is someone here at this time? I thought it was those old friends, but I didn't expect it to be you."

In the darkness, a voice full of air came out. Just the sound of his words made Zhao Yi feel oppressed.

Zhao Yi can be sure that there is no supernatural power in this voice, it is just a pure aura.

As the sound sounded, the surrounding darkness dissipated, and the figure of an old man appeared in Zhao Yi's eyes.

The old man was tall, but he looked very thin. The dark brown skin on his body was loose and drooping, with age spots, and he seemed to be dying soon.

The old man's appearance and his voice seemed extremely inconsistent. He looked like he was dying, but he spoke without any sense of weakness.

"Yao Lao asked me to come here." Zhao Yi looked at the old man and explained the reason why he came here.

"Are you the one he chose?" The old man looked at Zhao Yi, his eyes seemed to see through him.

"Since he asked you to come, you should know something about us. The things he is in charge of are different from ours, and there are some differences in philosophy."

"He has been thinking about cultivating younger generations and seeing someone who can give him hope."

"However, your strength is still too far behind, far below the hope he wants."

Zhao Yi shook his head, self-consciousness in his eyes. "Although you are a senior, I still have to say that no one can be sure about the future. It has only been less than a year since I became a ghost master. I think this level is almost the same."

"Growing to this point in a year is indeed almost the same for a ghost master, and even considered an outstanding one, but compared to the growth speed of ghosts in supernatural events, you are still too slow."

The old man didn't say anything because of Zhao Yi's rebuttal, he was still very calm, just shook his head and said.

"Since he asked you to come here, as a senior, I don't have any gifts for you, so let me see your strength and the way you want to go in the future. Maybe I can provide you with some ideas."

Zhao Yi heard the words, and then looked at the old man.

He instinctively used the game ghost to gain insights into other people's spirituality, but he saw nothing in the old man, and the game ghost didn't even seem to have the courage to look at him.

"Exploring the supernatural? Good ability, but still too immature."

(End of this chapter)