Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

Chapter 141 The conflict between buying your life and selling your life! (Please subscribe, please subscribe!)

After selling his life to the ghost, he got seven yuan ghost money, which is his price and the value of his life.

After receiving the ghost money, Sun Xing disappeared in place.

Instead.

There is a heavyweight portrait on the shelf. In the painting, Sun Xing has piercing pupils and a calm face, but there is a layer of darkness covering his face, and it seems that the whole painting is shrouded in haze. , making it hard to see.

Compared with most of the portraits on the right, many of the portraits on the left are the same as him, with a serene expression, obviously they are all people who deliberately entered the frame.

Anyway, there is no way out in the outside world, so why not come here and try your best.

The portraits on the right are different. Most of them are empty frames. The few frames with portraits show hideous faces. They seem to have broken into here by mistake and become frames. a part of.

At this moment, there is no one in front of the empty shelves.

There was only an iron rod inserted horizontally on the ground, and there was nothing on the counter opposite the iron rod. The window in the center was once again calm, and the whole room fell into silence.

Only the sound of the chains deep in the counter could be heard from time to time, as if some heavy object was moving, the sound was loud, and the sound of the chains hitting the ground was deafening, but unfortunately the entire room was empty and no one knew.

Sun Xing entered the picture frame, and on the shelf, the 21 yuan marked under his picture frame was particularly eye-catching.

Among the many portraits, his price is undoubtedly the highest, which represents the strength of a person's supernatural power.

For decades, he wasn't the strongest person who came here, but he seemed to have reached the limit of the bank's power to seal it up.

There were many ghost masters who were stronger than him in the Republic of China era, but unfortunately the stronger the people, the more restrained they were, and Qianzhuang couldn't bear too strong ghosts.

The sound of heavy chains disappeared after a while.

In the dark depths behind the counter, there was a sound of knocking on the abacus, urgent and urgent, as if the teller was about to complete some urgent task.

"Pa~papa~"

The sound of the abacus resounded throughout the entire bank, and even gradually spread to the outside.

Not long after, the sound of the abacus also stopped.

But there was movement again from the huge courtyard outside the house.

"Guji~guji~"

The strange grinding sound sounded again, and in the courtyard, a thin figure pushed an old mill several times larger than his body and started walking again.

This rotten person seems to be doing this all the time. The four stone pillars under the millstone are constantly moving and turning in the entire courtyard.

To be precise, it seems that it is not the person who is moving, but the entire huge millstone is moving, but the rotten person is driven along with the movement, making people mistakenly think that it is a person who is moving.

Repeatedly, this millstone has been repeatedly wandering in the compound.

Sun Xing didn't know anything about the outside world.

He was sealed in the picture frame, unable to move or speak, and even his consciousness was sealed.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, the next day came.

It was the last day of Sun Xing's deal with the life-buying ghost. According to his judgment, he had to prepare Jin Hong's body to trade with the life-buying ghost at least on this day.

He even gets a sum of ghost money when he completes the deal, and then the name of the next ghost rider will appear on the board, and the cycle continues.

Otherwise, if he violated the trading rules, the life-paying ghost would take his life away accordingly.

Dahong City.

Shuilian Community, Huaguoshan Road.

Zhuge Sheng came to a safe house, which was a secret room he built, and no one knew about it.

It's just that the room in his safe house is very small, only a few square meters, so he pushed open the door and walked in.

There is an extended table in the center of the safe house, and there are nearly twenty candles on it. Each candle is different in length, and even the fire intensity is different. The only thing in common is that the stickers below each candle are with a name.

He swiped from the left side, and the first candle on display had his own name on it.

"I don't have much time left."

He stared at the small half of the candle, and said in a deep voice.

"Zhou Tai is a guy who usually doesn't show his mountains and dews, but this kid can live so well."

He looked at the second candle on the table, where there was a name: Zhou Tai.

In his impression, this guy was a person who entered the club very early. He only controlled a ghost, but killed many people.

On the top of Zhou Tai's name, the candle flame is constantly beating. Compared with other people's small half, his candle seems to be extra long, the flame is bigger, and the burning is slower
"There is also Li Lin, who clamors every day to recover. This guy can live for several months without any accidents."

He glanced at the candles on the table one by one, and his face sank instantly.

This is a kind of "life card" thing he made for everyone in the club, but it is generally only of reference value.

The length of the candle can tell how long a person has to live, and the size of the fire can tell the strength of a person's supernatural powers. Of course, these are all theoretical, and there are no accidents.

If there is an accident, no matter how strong the fire is, no matter how long the candle is, it will be useless.

Thinking of this, he looked at the last candle on the table, where there were two extinguished candles that had not been removed by him.

It was the two ghost masters who died not long ago.

"These things have to be taken away. These ghost masters must find something for them to do, otherwise they will never be able to cultivate powerful ghost masters."

Thinking of this, Zhuge Sheng supported his forehead, feeling a little headache.

There are many people in the whole club, but unfortunately they are all ghost masters who control a ghost, even him.

It's okay to deal with ordinary spiritual events, but if you increase the intensity a little bit, you will be finished. The two extinguished candles are an example.

I went to investigate the supernatural event, but I didn't bring any news back, but died inside.

The death of these two people undoubtedly exacerbated the complexity of the original supernatural event.

Not to mention other ghost masters, even he himself dare not go again.

Two ghost masters died in a supernatural incident, which will undoubtedly greatly aggravate the danger.

No one knows what will happen in the collision between Li Gui and Li Gui.

But the only thing that is certain is that it will be extremely dangerous.

"Let's put it away first, let's put it away first, and wait for Sun Xing to come back, but it is really time to move. Recently, many people have come to Dahong City, even foreigners from various countries. It was so strong that even I couldn’t handle it.”

"Fortunately, these people dare not set foot here, otherwise, our group of ghost masters may not necessarily be opponents."

Zhuge Sheng said to himself that he was under a lot of pressure when Sun Xing was away.

The visit of Ye Zhen from the supernatural forum, the inquiries of other ghost masters, and even the infiltration of foreign forces...everything made it difficult for him to deal with.

At this time, he would only feel at ease if he stared at the fiery red candle with Sun Xing's name on it.

The flaming red candle was extremely blazing, and even the candle was much longer than other people's, it was the most special he had ever seen.

He looked towards the most central position on the table, but the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

"Off?!"

Zhuge Sheng rushed up in a hurry and stood in front of the table.

"No, no, it's not off, it's flickering. Is this a crisis? Unfortunately, I've never taken a bus, so I don't even know where the boss has gone."

Zhuge Sheng looked at the flickering candle on the long table and muttered to himself.

After a while, the candle remained unchanged.

Zhuge Sheng closed the door of the safe house, leaving with him and the pair of candles on the table.

The day passed quickly.

Unlike the changes in the outside world, there was no movement in Qianzhuang, and it seemed to be the same no matter how many hours passed.

It's very quiet here, except for the noisy sound of grinding mills from time to time, this place seems to have fallen into a stillness.

But the time kept passing, and soon it was twelve o'clock in the evening.

After making a deal with the life-selling ghost, Sun Xing didn't know what would happen to the ghost behind him as he stepped into the frame.

But he guessed that maybe the ghost behind him was just a curse, and there was no entity.

This can also explain why Chitong and even Huangquan can't see that figure, only the corpse oil lamp can reflect it.

This is the power of the curse.

"Huh~"

Under the platform opposite the wooden door outside the Qianzhuang, a gust of wind blew, strong and powerful, and beat violently on the wooden door of the Qianzhuang.

Behind this gloomy wind, a strange figure followed, a man who was not tall, with a wooden plank on his shoulder, walking slowly towards here.

"Crench!"

The wooden door swayed, and a crack appeared when it was pushed open by the strong wind. Soon the crack became bigger and bigger, and this strange figure stepped in.

With the arrival of the moment of twelve o'clock, this strange figure stepped in slowly.

At the same time, the handwriting on the board also slowly changed.

The word "one" disappeared, and it was empty.

The word Jin Hong engraved on the bottom of the wooden board on the right disappeared, replaced by the word Sun Xing.

Obviously, the transaction failed, and Jin Hong, who was the cargo, became Sun Xing.

The price of failure is a person's life.

"Guji~guji~"

In the courtyard, the sound of grinding was heard. After the ghost stepped into the courtyard, he walked straight towards the room at the front of the courtyard.

This is the place where countless picture frames are stored. The wooden door here may be able to stop most ghosts, but it can't stop him, or, he went out from here in the first place.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door made a screeching sound, and opened automatically without wind.

The figure of the life-paying ghost stood in front of the wooden door, and walked slowly into the house.

With the stepping in of this fierce ghost, the whole house began to shake violently.

The purpose of this figure was very clear. He came to the position under the counter and stood quietly, as if caught in a huge struggle.

And above the counter is Sun Xing's picture frame, a 21 yuan picture frame.

At this moment, Sun Xing in the portrait is still calm, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking very dull.

This picture frame has been stored here all day.

With the arrival of the life-buying ghost, some kind of supernatural power has been released, and even appeared on the portrait of Sun Xing on the shelf.

"Boom!"

The whole shelf shook violently, and the life-buying ghost just stood below, and the whole shelf couldn't bear it, and the large picture frames trembled, as if they were about to fall down.

But soon, this phenomenon subsided, and the shelves gradually returned to calm.

At some point, a strange figure appeared on the counter behind the shelf. Standing at the window, this figure was somewhat similar to a life-paying ghost. The difference was that this ghost seemed to have a large chains.

This is a lifeseller, and it seems to be preventing other beings from taking its goods.

To a certain extent, the person who sold his life to him was already his commodity. After all, this ghost also paid for it.

"Crack!"

A slight crack sounded, and the picture frame on the shelf suddenly moved.

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