Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

Chapter 143 The Two Ghosts of the Crash (Please Subscribe, Please Subscribe!)
Sun Xing didn't know everything that happened that day, and he didn't know how the ghosts and ghosts fought against each other.

But seeing this piece of wood, he can roughly guess something.

After he sold his life to the life-seller, another day later, there was a high probability that he would be found by the life-seller who did not complete the deal.

The facts were similar to what he had guessed, but Sun Xing did not expect that in the evenly matched confrontation, only one plank was left in the end.

Looking at the board on the ground, Sun Xing slowly picked it up with the iron rod in his hand.

"Jin Hong's name disappeared, and the next name did not appear. Is it because Li Gui died?"

Sun Xing found that the wooden board was empty, and the previous time limit for the word "lacquer" and the list representing the name of the ghost master disappeared.

He is very clear about what this means. Normally speaking, this ghost will continue to kill if there is no problem with itself.

It is not possible to be imprisoned until it is killed on the head of a supernatural ghost master, or an old senior.

But even if he is imprisoned, the board should not even have his name wiped out.

"The name disappeared. I don't know if I will have the opportunity to write on it in the future."

Sun Xing stared at the word list on the right side of the wooden board, thinking in his heart.

According to the guess of the senior from Ghost Street, he probably used this board to control two dead ghosts, so as to obtain part of the functions of the bank during the Republic of China to some extent.

Two dead ghosts?
Somewhere, Sun Xing felt that these two ghosts should have been one.

The figures are similar, even the boards on the shoulders are very similar. The difference is that one buys and the other sells, and even the rules of each other are very closely related.

"By the way, the life-buying ghost is gone, where is the life-buying ghost?"

Sun Xinghuo stood up, the two rules conflicted, and the result of the two ghosts with similar levels of terror fighting each other should be a crash together, otherwise one party would have no driver, and the other party would definitely not have a state change.

He came to the window in front of the counter and looked inside the counter. It was pitch black, but a scarlet wooden board was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, lying quietly on the ground at this moment.

This board also had a gap, and a large crack appeared on the right side, as if it had been split in the middle.

"Wouldn't these two pieces be one piece in itself?"

Looking at the gap on the left side of the board in his hand, Sun Xing suddenly thought in his mind.

"The two ghosts seem to act according to the information on the board. This board must be obtained."

Sun Xing's pupils moved slightly, and he stared at the fallen board in the darkness.

According to the law of the life-buying ghost, the law of this life-selling ghost is not difficult to guess.

If a person's name is engraved on the life-selling ghost, it must be possible to artificially restrict the recovery of the ghost, which is more useful to him than the life-selling ghost.

Carve a person's name on the wooden board of the ghost, and theoretically speaking, that person will die.

"come over!"

With a loud snort, he raised a blue-black ghost hand and pressed it on the counter.

next moment.

Inside the counter, in the darkness, countless pale palms emerged from the ground, leaning towards the wooden board lying quietly on the ground.

One by one ghost hands moved, and quickly handed out the board.

"It's really similar."

Sun Xing, who was in front of the counter, reached out and took the wooden board. Compared with the wooden board in his hand representing the life-buying ghost, there was nothing special about the two.

Even the shattered gaps are very similar, as if they were originally the same piece.

The difference is that the names engraved on the lists on the two wooden boards seem to be densely packed with many names on the list of life-buying ghosts, but the list of life-buying ghosts is different, the list is empty.

What he didn't know was that the only name before was him, which was erased at this moment.

Sun Xing tried and got it right, the two boards fit together flawlessly, like a plaque.

"Leave here and study again."

Looking at the chains hanging down behind the counter and the vast expanse of darkness, Sun Xing turned around and walked out with a huge wooden board on his shoulders. With his current strength, the exploration of Qianzhuang may only stop here. In the two courtyards next door, he did not I dare not go in.

Sun Xing was already very happy to get this weird board.

This is a wooden board that can write dead people. With this thing, killing people will not be too easy in the future. Write a name slowly, and you can kill others without warning.

"Squeak!"

He shouldered the wooden board, pushed open the wooden door and walked out.

"Guji~guji~"

The familiar grinding sound made Sun Xing's eyelids twitch.

He spread out his palm, and inside was seven yuan ghost money.

"Change!"

next moment.

The seven yuan ghost money was turned into a hair by him, and he put it in his pocket.

Followed by.

He did the same thing, plucked out a hair, turned it into seven yuan ghost money, and held it in his hand.

There is a saying that money can make ghosts turn millstones.

But it is impossible to ask him to pay money, and he can only pay counterfeit money.

He strode over, anyway, it wasn't the first time he came.

that's it.

He used counterfeit money to get around again, maybe the mill ghost would only get a few hairs from him in a few years.

"There seems to be a lot of things happening outside. I have to go back as soon as possible. I'm afraid many people are thinking about my life and death? If I disappear for ten days and a half months, I don't know how many people will jump for joy."

Holding the iron bar, Sun Xing pushed open the gate of the bank, and came to the platform outside the gate.

"Use the ghost road sign again, or wait under the platform?"

Sun Xing, who was standing under the platform, suddenly frowned. It was easy to come, but not easy to leave.

"I can't wait under the platform. If I want to wait, I have to go back to the bank to wait, but I really don't want to stay in this damn place."

Sun Xing immediately gave up the idea of ​​waiting for the bus under the platform. Waiting for the bus here is tantamount to courting death.

But let him use the ghost road sign, and he has some troubles.

Now he has no ghost fragrance, and if he encounters any unknown ghost, he may die directly.

If you are unlucky and fall into the spiritual land again, it will be even more dangerous.

"The ghost incense burnt out, I'd better wait, there's no rush."

Sun Xing returned to the bank. In order to check and pay attention to the situation of the bus, he sat at the gate of the bank, leaving a gap.

Although there are many dangers in the bank, but only sitting at the gate, no other ghosts will appear except the Mopan ghost. Strictly speaking, it is relatively safe.

As for the small yards on both sides of the compound, Sun Xing stared at it for a while and felt terrified. The two inverted bucket-shaped stone gates faintly revealed danger.

A few more hours passed.

He walked out immediately after hearing the sound of the bus arriving through the crack of the door.

After taking the bus this time, within three hours, he came to a bustling big city and got off the bus here.

As soon as he got out of the car, he frowned, because according to the display on his mobile phone, another major event seemed to have happened in the spiritual circle.

Dajing City.

The ghost painting incident broke out.

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