Mysterious Resurrection: I Can Exchange Equivalently

Chapter 341
There was a light rain falling from the sky, and Shen Ming and Meng Langjin outside Dachang City walked on the street, quietly watching the pedestrians coming and going like outsiders isolated from the world.
Meng Langjin's face was so tense, Shen Ming rolled his eyes and smiled lightly, "You seem to be very nervous?"
"It's nothing Boss Shen, it's an old problem. The ghost I'm driving will make it hard for me to breathe, and my heart is tight. This is a normal phenomenon and I'm used to it."
"That's it." Shen Ming didn't look at him either; "The smoke and fire in this world is the most soothing to the hearts of mortals. Meng Langjin, if you didn't control the ghosts, you should be a member of this vast crowd. When you are an ordinary person , What are you going to do? Or, what dream did you have.”
"Be an ordinary person? Come on, Boss Shen. It's terrible to be an ordinary person who goes to work every day and is treated like a dog by the boss. You live like a walking zombie. Although you don't live long as a ghost controller, at least it's much better than ordinary people. . He will not die in a supernatural incident without any explanation, and turn into ashes that no one will remember. Being a person in charge requires money, women, and women. It is much more comfortable when you have power. "
Meng Langjin didn't take it seriously. He had complicated feelings about becoming a ghost controller.If there was a chance for him to return to the ranks of ordinary people, Meng Langjin would not do it.
Between suppressing the recovery of ghosts and returning to ordinary people, he would choose the former without hesitation.
"So that's what you think, but it's normal. Let me put it another way, what's the difference between you and this group of people? Don't rush to answer, think about it carefully."
"Ah..." Meng Lang was puzzled, not knowing what Shen Ming meant.He first ruled out the literal option, though.
"If it's not the difference between controlling a powerful ghost or not, what else can it be?"
Shen Ming shook his head; "Forget it, but I can remind you. If you don't want to revive the ghost too early, don't forget to breathe. This is my advice to you, I hope you can figure it out."
"Don't forget to breathe?" Meng Langjin became even more confused after hearing this.
With that said, Shen Ming and Meng Langjin had arrived in front of the red lacquered gate of Hongfa Temple in Dachang City.The incense in Hongfa Temple is not strong, and there are no more than 20 pilgrims in twos and threes.
When the two entered the temple, Shen Ming went straight to the back of the temple hall, and the monk who was chanting sutras in the hall hurriedly followed and stopped the two of them.
Monk: "What's the matter with the two donors? It's not appropriate to receive the two donors at the back of this temple. If you want to burn incense and worship Buddha, please stay in the lobby."
Meng Langjin was about to shout back, but Shen Ming raised his hand to stop him.Shen Ming smiled slightly; "Little master, we have something important to do here, which is related to your master. It is impossible for you to stop us, why don't you persuade the pilgrims to leave early, so as not to cause harm to innocent people in the future."
"Donor, I don't quite understand what you mean." When the monk heard that the visitor was related to his master, he knew that maybe the two of them were here for the sake of evil spirits.
Before the monk finished speaking, he saw the two people disappearing instantly and collapsed to the ground in fear.
"Is something going to happen?"
Recalling what the man said just now, he hurried to the lobby to persuade the pilgrims to leave.
Shen Ming and Meng Lang entered a low room, and there was a wall in front of them.The wall reflected yellow and black colors, and Shen Ming stepped forward and tore off a corner.This yellow and black thing is the gold foil that seals this ancient door.
Without the barrier of gold foil, the Ghost Rain and Ghost Domain descended, and the two of them teleported inside.
Yang Jian's body almost fell to the ground, and he panted heavily, only then did he feel the cold sweat on his forehead flowing down his cheeks, dripping down.
Being harmed by the three Sima Dongxi, Fang Jing, Duan Peng and Zheng Fei, he fell into the crisis of ghost hands. Before, there was a ghost old man knocking on the door who was eyeing him, and later he was assassinated by his classmates for no reason.
Yang Jian was in a very bad mood, and he tried his best to drag Duan Peng and Zheng Fei into the water.The three of them stumbled into the toilet where there was a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, the people in the toilet disappeared, and they were trapped inside.
It was cold, dark, and accompanied by a tick, tick, dripping sound, as if the faucet was not tightly closed.
"The door, where is the door? Where is the door, it was still here just now, did you find it, Zheng Fei?" Duan Peng cried, his voice trembling.
"I don't have it here either." Zheng Fei said in a fearful tone.
They frantically touched the wall, not letting go an inch of their palms, trying to find the familiar toilet door.
But no matter how they touched, they could never find the door to leave here, only a mottled, cold wall.
In other words, there is no such door at all.
Just when they were looking for the door to leave, Yang Jian's situation was even worse.
Because he could feel the cold palm grabbing his shoulder, and from the beginning, only the shoulder had no feeling, and now he has lost one arm, and as time passed, the place where the feeling was lost became more and more many.
If it spreads to the whole body, Yang Jian can be sure that he will be a cold corpse.
Yang Jian was in a cold sweat, and he tried his best to break free.
It was useless, the place that was caught was as if it was nailed by a nail, and it didn't move at all.
I tried every means to try, but nothing worked.
"Am I going to die here?" There was only one thought in his mind at the moment.
In the end, maybe it's fate.
Instead, there was no fear in his heart. He just thought that he was going to die anyway, so he would call his family before he died and leave a last message.
A wry smile appeared on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, resisting the coldness and numbness in his body, he took out his mobile phone, and tried to call his family.
But when he turned on the phone, the screen flashed, and the screen displayed was the forum story he had read before.
The story goes straight to the last page.
There is an audio file on the forum.
Yang Jian was stunned when he saw the audio file, and suddenly thought of the sound of the old man standing outside the classroom knocking on the door.
"Wait, wait, if the old man really killed people by knocking on the door, then this sound should be useful not only for people, but also for ghosts. Zhou Zheng said that only ghosts can deal with ghosts."
With a skeptical attitude, Yang Jian downloaded the audio before and did not play it immediately. He would rather believe it than believe it.But now he can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and can only give his last life to this recording.
When he thought of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and there was some hope of living.
Without hesitation, Yang Jian could still move his other arm at the moment, and he clicked on the audio file.
"Boom, boom, boom~!"
The dull knock on the door sounded again, echoing in the darkness.
But something unexpected happened.
The pale palm that was holding Yang Jian's shoulder seemed to be scalded, quickly retracted, and disappeared into the darkness.
The cold, stiff feeling quickly dissipated from his body.
"It's raining? Where did the rain come from? Is it caused by the recording?" The moment Yang Jian turned on the recording, he felt raindrops falling on his body, and the rain was still heavy, soaking his clothes wet.
The rain soaked his body and interacted with the sweat on his body.One cold and one hot, the agitated Yang Jian shivered, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Fuck, I hate rain!"
(End of this chapter)