Mysterious Recovery

After Yang Jian escaped from the dream world, he thought about it for a while, neither returning to the ghost post office nor Dachang City, but rushing towards a special place in his memory.

Because that place is not only involved with Chen Qiaoyang, but also with Zhang Xianguang.

These ghost riders of the previous generation were all connected to the same place, and Yang Jian felt that he had to investigate.

soon.

Yang Jian came to Zhongjiang City, which is not far from Dahan City. This city is not very eye-catching. It is a very ordinary city. It is so ordinary that it is not mentioned in the files of the headquarters, because this city has neither a person in charge nor a There was no supernatural event, which was subconsciously ignored by many people.

But there is a traditional Chinese medicine shop on a street in the old town of Zhongjiang City. This traditional Chinese medicine shop has been around for a long time. It seems that this traditional Chinese medicine shop has been opened here since the day this street appeared. Its existence is Many elderly residents have childhood memories.

It seems that if this street lacks this Chinese medicine store, everything becomes meaningless.

now.

At the entrance of the street, a pale, cold-tempered, sharp-eyed young man stood there abruptly. His appearance seemed out of tune with the surroundings, but he did not attract the attention of nearby residents and was subconsciously ignored.

"It's here, a Chinese medicine shop, but it can cure the disease of spiritual recovery. The ghost rider on the fifth floor of the ghost post office was also involved here." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he looked along the street.

The old streets are out of place with the modern high-rise buildings nearby, and the bluestone bricks that have been smoothed by the years have witnessed the development of the city.

The old Chinese medicine shop is located in the best position in the middle of the street.

Everything is old, but the signboard of the Chinese medicine shop is new, as if it was replaced not long ago.

"It seems that this place is about to be demolished." Yang Jian looked around.

The nearby old town has been demolished a lot. According to this progress, within five years, the last piece of the old town will have to be demolished. At that time, this street will disappear along with the urban changes. All the truth and Stories are buried.

This is the power of the years, the general trend, and there is no way to stop it.

Yang Jian's arrival was a bit late, but it was not too late. After all, this Chinese medicine shop was still there, and it did not disappear.

Stepping on the cool bluestone slab, he walked into this old street.

Although this old street has been decorated and renovated many times, everyone can see that the life of this old street has come to an end, and now it is only showing its last brilliance.

On both sides of the street are mostly traditional old-fashioned snack bars, as well as some milk tea shops that seem out of place.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, and most of the people passing by occasionally are some elderly people living nearby.

These old people have lived here since they were young, and even if they have nothing to do, they will come to this street for a stroll.

Although very few people visit the Chinese medicine store, they occasionally take a look when they pass by.

It's just that the traditional Chinese medicine shop is cold, dim, and has no lights. It only relies on the light of the day to shine in. It is the afternoon and there is not enough sunlight, so the traditional Chinese medicine shop feels particularly gloomy. Even children playing nearby will subconsciously avoid it. Open here, do not want to step in.

A person like Yang Jian who has dealt with supernatural beings all the year round can see at a glance that this Chinese medicine shop has a supernatural aura.

Ordinary people don't know, they just feel that this drugstore is dark and cold.

In fact, this is a supernatural influence.

Yang Jian stood at the door of the Chinese medicine shop and looked inside, an invisible force blocked him, so that he could not see everything inside clearly, only some outlines.

"Don't want to be investigated? But I'm not used to this place."

Yang Jian's eyes turned cold, and the ghost eyes opened without hesitation.

moment.

The dim Chinese medicine shop was immediately illuminated by a beam of light, and all the darkness was swept away. At the same time, several oil lamps and several candles were lit in unison, but the beating above was not an ordinary flame. It's a pale green ghost.

"Young man, take it easy, don't burn my medicine shop."

At this time, a voice sounded, but behind the pharmacy, an old man who looked like an old Chinese medicine doctor walked out slowly with a cane.

The old man was accompanied by a woman in her mid-thirties. She was a beautiful woman with a plump figure and an outstanding demeanor, but because she had not seen the sun all the year round, her skin was too fair, and her temperament was a bit gloomy.

Yang Jian stared at the old man, but found that the old man was wearing sunglasses, his eyes were already blind, his face was covered with age spots, his body was extraordinarily thin, and his whole body exuded a lifeless breath, and he could even smell some rot. The odor of corpse, but this odor of corpse was masked by a stronger smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and people who were not careful could not distinguish it at all.

"It's amazing that a body like yours can still be alive. It stands to reason that you should be buried in the ground."

"I can't see a little light in my eyes, and I don't feel at ease when I die, so I can only hold on." The old man said slowly.

"My name is Yang Jian, the law enforcement captain of the headquarters, the person in charge of Dachang City, I came here today because I stole the memories of a few chaotic ghost hunters, and I know that such a place exists, but you have spiritual protection here. , forbid others to investigate, so I went this trip myself."

Yang Jian said, indicating his identity and purpose.

"Captain of law enforcement? Such a big name, is this here to show off his prestige or to ask the teacher for guilt?"

Beside her, the mature woman in her mid-thirties smiled slightly, as if mockingly.

Yang Jian's eyes turned cold as he stared at her and said, "You have to be clear, I came here alone today, and I really want to come here to ask for guilt, I will never come alone, and what are you? Where? If you put it outside, someone like this kind of unknown person, who is not a ghost, would have been trampled under my feet immediately."

"None of the people who came here to ask for medicine before were not respectful and humble. You are the most arrogant I have ever seen, which is really annoying." The woman frowned.

Yang Jian didn't talk to her, but just looked at the old man: "If you die, she won't live long, no wonder you have to hold on, such a person who has no eyesight will be killed soon."

The corner of the old man's mouth moved slightly, and he actually laughed, but he didn't laugh. The wrinkled skin on the old man's face was pulled, which looked particularly gloomy and weird.

"You have a good temper, and your skills are not small. You are very good." After laughing silently for a while, he commented on Yang Jian like this.

The mature woman next to her suddenly changed her face and looked at Yang Jian with some doubts.

"He's right, Xiao Ru, don't look at him young, he is the most powerful one who has entered this pharmacy over the years, and the title of law enforcement captain is well deserved. If nothing else, this era He is the one who is in charge of the house, you have to be polite and go get a cup of hot tea."

The old man then waved his hand again, gesturing to the woman.

This woman's name is Xiaoru, her face changed slightly, she took a deep look at Yang Jian, her eyes stopped a little on the golden eye on his forehead, then responded, then turned and left.

"Sit down." The old man then sat on the chair and gestured to Yang Jian.

The black Taishi chair, the armrests on it seemed to be covered with pulp, smooth and shiny.

Yang Jian stared at the Grand Master's chair: "I've seen such a chair, it's also in this position in an ancient house, but it wasn't a person sitting at that time, it was an old corpse, and I helped it bury it later. ."

"Well, then I have to thank you very much for burial for him." The old man said with emotion.

"You really know that old corpse." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

He understood when he saw such a chair.

This guy has nothing to do with the old corpse in that ancient house.

"I used to be friends with that person."

The blind old man with a cane didn't hide it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ just said slowly.

"What an unexpected harvest." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

The old man in front of him was actually a living ghost hunter during the Republic of China, and he was a top-notch existence. He actually knew the old corpse of the ancient house.

You must know that the last of the group of ghost controlers in the Republic of China was Old Qin. As a result, Old Qin couldn't hold back and was about to die. The person in front of him was still alive.

In this way, the age of the person in front of him must be at least one hundred and twenty years old, or even older.

It is obviously extraordinary to live to this level and still maintain consciousness and not be eroded by supernatural beings.

"It seems that you didn't come to ask for medicine, but to come with a question. Fortunately, you came at the right time. If it were a little later, I guess you could only see one of my coffins."

The old man looked towards Yang Jian, but his eyes were blind. I wonder if he could really see Yang Jian clearly.