Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 58 Weighing
In the car.

Liu Jia hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the car door.

Yang Jian and Lin Bei looked at each other, then stood up and walked towards the car door.

At this moment, Xu Feng was the only one left in the car. Although his personality had become extreme and paranoid because of the evil spirit's resurrection, he still maintained a certain rationality.

He also wanted to follow the others out of the car to check the situation, hoping there might be a way to survive, but his condition did not allow it. He was afraid that he would die as soon as he got out of the car if the evil spirit revived.

He cursed quietly, "Die, all of you die! All of you die!"

outside.

"Wait for me." Liu Jia shouted.

After just a few steps, the figure in front of him disappeared.

Yang Jian and Lin Bei, who had just got off the car, naturally saw it as well, and they looked at each other in surprise.

"What should we do next?" Lin Bei asked.

Liu Jia also came over at this time, with an inquiring look.

Yang Jian felt the eager gazes of the two people, thought for a moment and said: "Let's go to the place where Zhang Xiansheng disappeared first."

"Zhang Xiansheng?" Lin Bei was very surprised.

"Do you know his name?" Liu Jia asked.

"The only information we got from the headquarters investigation that counts as intelligence is the name."

Yang Jian said this and walked towards where Zhang Xiansheng was standing.

Lin Bei and Liu Jia followed behind.

at the same time.

Zhang Xiansheng was in a wooden house, with dim lights illuminating the surroundings.

The furnishings around were very old. There was an old grandfather clock placed on a wooden table opposite the door. The dial could be seen through the glass. There was a ring of unknown material hanging underneath, which was swinging from side to side.

at this time.

With a creak, the wooden door opened.

Zhang Xiansheng looked back and saw an old man with a lifeless look, wrinkled face and sparse hair standing at the door.

The old man walked straight into the wooden house.

The two looked at each other.

Luo Qian's gaze rested on the rusty coffin nail in Mr. Zhang's hand.

"Coffin nails? Such a familiar sight."

He added: "Young people nowadays have such a strong taste that they won't even let go of a dead body."

"Also, this is my territory, let go, it won't run away, and it can't escape."

Zhang Xiansheng did not let go, and who knows if it would still be his even if he let go.

Luo Qian seemed to see through Zhang Xiansheng's thoughts and laughed: "If I really want to snatch her away, can you keep her? Besides, I see that you seem to have taken a different path. Why are you so obsessed with this bride?"

"Everyone's path is different, and I have my own plan," said Zhang Xiansheng.

Luo Qian waved his hand, "I brought you here not to listen to you, but to see how far you have come. At the same time, I also want to persuade you that you may not be a match for that man. If you touch his things, you will die."

"Senior, do you want to help him?" Zhang Xiansheng asked immediately.

"The younger generation will have their own blessings. We old guys can still hold on for a while. What path we can take in the end, whether to end it all or continue the younger generation like our generation of paper-pasters, depends on you young people."

Luo Qian added: "Besides, his plan may not be bad. It's just that after witnessing the strength of our generation, he lost confidence in ending the supernatural and chose the paper-pasting method instead."

"Since Senior won't interfere, I have no reason to give up."

Luo Qian said: "Then there is only one thing left, let me measure your strength."

"You strike first."

Zhang Xiansheng nodded and then let go of the hand holding the mummy bride.

The mummy bride really did not leave, and did not even move, as if she was fixed in place.

At this time, the surrounding scene changed. The wooden house disappeared, and the surroundings became empty and dim.

Zhang Xiansheng immediately mobilized the ghost domain of the ghost painting.

The surroundings suddenly became gray, and ashes like paper ash fell from the air.

"It's flashy, but that's the ability of the painting, but only a part of it. I remember it should be abroad. How strange, how strange." Luo Qian commented with a very relaxed tone.

suddenly.

White bones appeared out of thin air.

Zhang Xiansheng was already close at this time. He raised his right hand and drops of ghost blood fell down.

"It seems that you have only used a part of your supernatural abilities. It seems that you have many methods, but when facing a truly terrifying evil ghost or a powerful ghost rider, using them will be a flaw."

Luo Qian just raised his hand, and the white bones and ghost blood were all suppressed. This was when he stopped.

Zhang Xiansheng had anticipated this and immediately bumped into Luo Qian.

"It's kind of interesting. Even the car has been learned, but only part of it. Not as good as the lake."

As Luo Qian said this, he grabbed Zhang Xiansheng and blocked his momentum.

"If you have anything new, bring it out and let us have a look."

This is totally an old man teasing a naughty boy.

The only ability Zhang Xiansheng has listened to so far is Zhang Dong's erasure, and the wishing mechanism has not been used yet.

The former would be a clown if used. He couldn't even wipe off the rotten head, let alone the seven elders in front of him.

The latter is a passive ability that cannot be triggered actively.

But since Luo Qian asked, he had no choice but to use his ability to erase.

"This ability..." Luo Qian's tone was obviously a little surprised.

"Any more?"

"One more thing." Zhang Xiansheng said, and the inky black shadow under his feet spread out.

His figure disappeared in an instant, wandering in the shadow world.

Luo Qian now had a handful of grave soil in his hand.

Zhang Xiansheng appeared and said quickly, "Senior, these are all the methods I have at the moment. Is that enough?"

"Not bad. The most important thing is your special condition. She didn't lie to me. You may really be able to take a different path."

At this moment, the surrounding scene changed again. It was still the wooden house, the dim light, and the old clock swinging left and right.

The Corpse Bride just stood there without any movement.

"Let's go, let's go." Luo Qian waved his hand.

The scene in front of him changed again, and Zhang Xiansheng appeared in the place where he had disappeared before.

The mummy bride stood beside him, not moving.

He immediately took the mummy bride's hand and restrained her with his ghost blood.

Yang Jian, Lin Bei and Liu Jia, who were scouting the surroundings, quickly noticed Zhang Xiansheng who suddenly appeared and immediately moved over.

The three of them didn't say much. After a short time together, they all knew Zhang Xiansheng's character. If he wanted to tell you, he would tell you actively. If he didn't tell you, there was no point in asking.

After several people boarded the bus.

The bus, which had been silent, started moving.

"Bang~!"

The doors closed and the bus continued to move forward.

Zhang Xiansheng pulled the bride to sit in her previous seat and then let go of her hand.

He inserted the coffin nails back into the rotten head, then placed the head in his backpack and zipped it up.

He then leaned back in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, his face was very pale. He was not in a very good condition to begin with, and was being pulled by Luo Qian to measure his strength.

(End of this chapter)