Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

Chapter 132 Transactions in the Republic of China (please subscribe!)

"This date must be prevented from continuing to be perfected!"

Sun Xing frowned. This weird portrait was like a posthumous portrait of a folk old man. If the date was perfected, it might have to hang on it forever after Zhou Deng.

At this moment, although the man in the portrait still looks like Zhou Deng, his eyes are terrified, his surroundings are hazy, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised. No matter who looks at this portrait, he will find that he is being watched.

"The speed has been slowed down, try burning it with a ghost fire, maybe it can be burned directly."

Sun Xing was holding the ghost candle, and the flame on it was burning violently. Because of the existence of the ghost candle, the speed of writing under the portrait was slowed down many times.

This last process seems to be taking a long time to perfect.

A gloomy flame rose from the portrait. This is a supernatural fire. As long as supernatural things are connected, it can burn, and even the ghost domain will be turned into fuelwood for this flame.

Therefore, as soon as the will-o'-the-wisp appeared, cracks appeared on the frame of the portrait, and black blood gushed out, as if something terrifying was sealed inside.

at the same time.

The face of the man in the portrait was stiff, and the weird smile finally disappeared, replaced by Zhou Deng's frightened and joyful expression. He desperately looked at Sun Xing, and the muscles on his entire face were trembling, trying to imply something.

"Zhou Deng is not dead yet, and will-o'-the-wisps are useful. Is this guy suggesting that I increase the fire?"

Sun Xing captured a lot of information in an instant. At this moment, Zhou Deng in the portrait seemed to be plunged into darkness, desperately calling for help, but unable to escape, so he could only pin his hopes on Sun Xing outside the portrait.

"I'll give you more firewood."

Sun Xing suddenly threw a straw rope and threw it into the will-o'-the-wisp.

This is of course not a real straw rope, but a variation of it, which has the same effect.

This is also a supernatural thing, so when it touches the dense will-o'-the-wisp, it is instantly ignited.

"call!"

In the dark room, the picture frame and the straw rope turned into the fuel of the will-o'-the-wisp, and the fire blazed brightly, making the dim room a bit brighter. Sun Xing stepped back, and only then could he see everything around him clearly.

This room is very high, not ordinary high. A huge counter is placed in front of him. There are countless grids on the counter. It seems that there is a picture frame on each grid. When Sun Xing looked over it, many The portraits in the frame looked at him again, but there was a weird smile under each portrait, which made people shudder.

In addition, there are many blank picture frames on the dark grids, which are precarious and seem to fall down at any time.

"Damn, how many ghost masters have died here?"

Sun Xing's heart suddenly tightened, and the uneasiness became stronger.

As soon as he finished speaking, the picture frame trapping Zhou Deng suddenly moved.

"boom!"

After being burned by the will-o'-the-wisp, the picture frame suddenly shattered, and the black blood flowed all over the ground and spread in all directions. It seemed that it wanted to completely blacken the wooden board under Sun Xing's feet, but it was a pity that the will-o'-the-wisp stopped him as soon as he approached. .

now.

A strange shadow appeared at the original position of the picture frame, and Zhou Deng suddenly lay down on the ground with a frightened face and his mouth opened wide, as if he was still in shock.

"Are you dead? Just say something if you're not dead."

Seeing Zhou Deng's appearance, Sun Xing frowned.

He felt that Zhou Deng's current state was very strange. If he died, there would be a few more terrifying ghosts in the room.

At this moment, Zhou Deng was out of breath, his pupils were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, and he was lying there quietly, as if he had seen some kind of horrifying scene before.

"Are you dead?"

With a wave of Sun Xing's hand, a group of ferocious will-o'-the-wisps appeared on Zhou Deng's body, and soon spread all over Zhou Deng's body, burning completely.

Sun Xing felt that instead of waiting for Zhou Deng's ghost to attack him for a while, it would be better to suppress it first.

"Stop! Stop! Brother Sun, don't burn it, it's me!"

A slightly cold voice came out, Zhou Deng's fingers trembled, and he spoke suddenly.

"Are you sure you are still Zhou Deng? You look like a ghost now, right?"

Sun Xing frowned. This guy's aura was extremely cold, his eyes were hollow, and he exuded the breath of a ghost. Isn't this a ghost?

Even if not, it is estimated that it is almost the same?
"You put away this will-o'-the-wisp first. I'm really Zhou Deng. Although I'm about to become a ghost, I'm still not a ghost."

Zhou Deng lay on the ground and let out a scream. He himself was a human being, but the ghost in his body started to agitate as soon as it came into contact with the supernatural fire. revived.

"alright."

With a wave of Sun Xing's hand, the blazing flame disappeared, and the light that had just appeared dimmed suddenly, and the whole room fell into darkness again.

"I almost died just now."

Zhou Deng was stiff all over and struggled to stand up from the ground. Finally, there was some expression on his face. He was panting loudly, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

"Brother Sun, you saved my life again. I almost died just now. If you are a few seconds later, I will really be a portrait."

Zhou Deng looked at the position of the picture frame just now with lingering fear, and said.

"How to say?"

"I just stared at the picture frame for a few moments, and I pulled into the distance without knowing it. After I reacted, I found that I had entered the portrait. It was pitch black inside, and there seemed to be movement in the darkness. I couldn't run out of it at all, and I could only quietly watch the portrait under the frame gradually improve."

Zhou Deng's face turned cold, as if he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he was plunged into darkness, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

What frightened him even more was that the date under the picture frame was constantly improving, and he felt it most clearly when he was in the picture frame.

Once the date is fully engraved, it seems that he will never come out.

"So that's the case, but why did I look at this picture frame but it didn't matter? Is it because I didn't have enough time to look at it?"

Sun Xing pondered, and suddenly understood.

This picture frame is not a ghost, but there are ghosts inside.

The line of sight seems to be the medium. Once you stare at it for a few seconds, you may fall into it unconsciously.

This also explains why the ghost candle suddenly ignites.

"This thing starts with a face. Once the date is also engraved, it will be completely finished."

Zhou Deng was obviously tormented a lot. During the period, he could only helplessly look at Sun Xing outside the portrait. He wanted to open his mouth but found that no sound could come out.

"According to you, are all the paintings here are people who died inside?"

Suddenly, the room burst into flames, and the will-o'-the-wisps ignited in an instant.

Sun Xing looked up, and he had a panoramic view of the countless hidden compartments on the counter. There were portraits there, including young people, old people, men, and women. To Sun Xing's surprise, many of them His portraits seem to be all young people, but the clothes are very different from modern clothes.

He noticed that there was a man with a strange smile, wearing a blue-black gown unique to the Republic of China period, with a square forehead, but calm eyes, completely different from Zhou Deng's frightened expression when he fell into it.

Next to this portrait, there is a young girl wearing red flowers and old sackcloth. Although her face is still stiff, the girl's eyes are clearly full of color, and she seems very happy to be sealed in this portrait.

This is the leftmost portrait. The frames on both sides are even different. The frame on the left is made of wood, while the frame on the right is bright red, as if soaked in blood. Blackened, revealing the weirdness.

There are blank picture frames placed on many grids in the middle, which seem to be quietly waiting for people to fill them.

"What's going on? This portrait is weird."

By the light of the fire, Zhou Deng also raised his head, paying attention to the scene on many grids above his head.

Compared with the picture frame on the left, the portrait in the right picture frame is obviously much more terrifying.

He saw a posthumous portrait not far from his left. The old man inside had a serene smile and a turban on his head. He seemed to be looking out quietly, and even his expression revealed satisfaction.
Seems content to be enclosed in a picture frame.

"Weird."

Sun Xing also noticed this phenomenon. The portraits on the right all had strange smiles and frightened eyes, and the surroundings were hazy and terrifying, which seemed similar to the scene of Zhou Deng caught in the frame before.

This is clearly already a ghost.

"There seems to be something written under the grid on the left."

Zhou Deng suddenly pointed to a spot above and said.

"Is there a word?"

It's extremely dim there, and it's not very clear, but it is certain that there seems to be something under the grid there.

Sun Xing held up the iron rod, on which a ball of will-o'-the-wisp was burning, and he used it as a torch, illuminating everything on the counter above.

this moment.

He saw clearly.

There is indeed a word, there is a line of big characters written crookedly.

Sun Xing's pupils constricted. This is a date, and it has been many years since now. After the date, there are two large characters of seven yuan written on it.

"Seven yuan, what does this mean?"

Sun Xing felt his hair stand on end for a moment. There is no doubt that the seven yuan is ghost money.

"It should be the day when I became a portrait. The date I just wrote below is today. If I become a portrait, it may be the same as the one above."

Zhou Deng suddenly came to his senses.

"No, it's not the same. There are inscriptions under the left and right picture frames. The real difference is the number at the back, seven yuan. There is no such value under the portrait on the right."

Sun Xing compared the situation on both sides and said.

"Then what does this mean? Seven yuan a painting? Most of the paintings are ghosts."

Zhou Deng said.

"The one on the right may be a ghost, but the one on the left may not be."

Suddenly, Sun Xing suddenly had an idea.

He felt that the people on the left seemed to have entered the painting on purpose and became a portrait, and some of them might still be alive.

"How is that possible? The date written on this person has reached the time of the Republic of China. It has been nearly a hundred years. How could he still be alive!"

Zhou Deng pointed to a portrait of a young man above and said.

This young man seems to have become a portrait during the period of the Republic of China. If he lived to this day, he would either be a piece of loess or a centenarian.

"This guy is worth four dollars."

Zhou Deng's face was full of pain. His only three-yuan banknote was taken away by the grinder outside just now, and now it belongs to a poor man, without a dime, otherwise he would really like to see the portrait that became a hundred years ago what's the effect.

"Four yuan? This should be the value of this portrait. This person came here a hundred years ago and became a portrait. I just don't know what the four yuan means. Is it the price? This is a bank. If it is the price If so, it does sound appropriate.”

"What's the use of buying it back, it must be a ghost."

Zhou Deng shook his head.

"Try it, and then you'll know."

Sun Xing said that he has an intuition that the price engraved under the portrait is the price of the portrait, as long as you pay the corresponding price, you can take these portraits away.

"Try it? Do you still have money? Don't forget, we both have no money now. If we go out later and encounter a millstone asking for money, we will be finished."

Zhou Deng said with some frustration.

"Did you forget? I don't have the habit of spending real money. I like to use counterfeit money. But before that, I need to find someone. That person may be in these paintings. If he is really here, then Proves my suspicion that the people in these paintings may not be dead yet"

As Sun Xing said, he took out a ghost compass.

The pointer stops here, pointing to the grid on the counter closest to the ground. It is a portrait of a man with a calm face. The date under the frame is very new. It was just a few days ago. , a painting with a date closest to the present.

"Is this guy Jin Hong? It seems that he is indeed a match."

The man in the portrait has a hooked nose and thick eyebrows, which is exactly the same as the photos Sun Xing saw in Daxing City earlier. This surprised him a bit. He didn't expect that the information collected by the headquarters of this folk ghost master was actually correct. of.

He originally thought that this guy might even have a fake name.

Now it seems that the headquarters was still somewhat deterrent.

"He is seven yuan, right? I want to buy him."

There was a smile on Sun Xing's face. After so much effort along the way, he finally had some clues.

"Fuck, are you crazy? This guy is absolutely dead, why buy a ghost for seven yuan? If you want to play with ghosts, there are a lot of ghosts outside this bank."

Zhou Deng exclaimed, in his opinion, it is impossible for anyone to live here.

"No, he's not dead yet."

Sun Xing took out the corpse oil lamp behind him, and a strange figure with a wooden plank on his shoulder appeared. The situation was exactly the same as before, and the request under the list was still Jin Hong.

"If he's dead, I'm afraid I've already fulfilled this request."

Sun Xing also understood that this is equivalent to offering a reward.

This guy was quite unlucky. A ghost master was offered a bounty by a ghost, and it must be his life. Otherwise, it might not be the person named Jin Hong, but the ghost in the opponent's body.

Offering a reward for a living person must be his life.

Sun Xing understood it this way, so he was sure that this guy was not dead.

And combined with his speculation along the way, this person may have sensed that he was in danger and ran here to hide.

"The only thing I'm worried about now is, can my fake money be fooled by the bank here and be used as real money?"

He held the portrait, and took it out with a stretch of his palm, but the portrait was useless, and nothing unusual happened when he kept staring at it. It seemed that only an empty picture frame could have that horrible scene that sucked people into the painting. .

Holding the torch in his hand, Sun Xing scanned his surroundings. Apart from the portrait above, the counter had only one window, and it was in the center, resembling the trading place in an ancient pawn shop.

The difference is that there is one less shopkeeper here, and it looks empty.

"You guy is worth seven yuan, and that youth in the Republic of China is only worth four yuan. It seems that you are not simple."

Looking at the window in the center of the counter, Sun Xing was thoughtful, and put the portrait on it.

Along with it, there is a seven-yuan note.

He quietly observed the surroundings, wanting to notice the changes here.

If this person is really alive, he may be able to exchange some people from the Republic of China with the money in his hand.

Of course, this is only his idea in an ideal state. In fact, in his eyes, the possibility of such a thing succeeding is not high.

"Qiyuan, what exactly are you getting back? Is it a human or a ghost?"

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