Mysterious Recovery

The style of the banquet is the traditional island style.

In the spacious banquet hall, a group of people knelt down and sat at their respective tables. Each table was placed with a variety of fresh and exquisite food. There was a sweet-looking woman in a kimono to accompany them. Responsible for pouring wine, but also for serving guests. The service is thoughtful and the specifications are high.

Yang Jian didn't like to sit on his knees either. He sat cross-legged with one hand on his knees and one hand on his head. He looked at everyone at the banquet very openly.

Keiko sat down on her knees and lowered her head slightly, not daring to face anyone here, as if a sense of class was formed invisibly.

Not many people are eligible to attend this banquet.

Yang Jian glanced at the table and prepared a total of fifteen sheets, except for him there were only fourteen people.

Among them were President Mishima who hurried over, and the man named Yamazaki that he had met before. He did not know the remaining twelve people, they were all strangers they met for the first time, but there is no doubt that these People are all extraordinary people, and some people are mostly ghost masters.

Some people may not be masters of ghosts, but they are equally distinguished.

"The man I saw under the eaves of the backyard before did not appear." Yang Jian slowly retracted his gaze, and did not find the figure of the man before.

In other words, that person is not among the invitees.

"Today's banquet is for Yang Jian, Mr. Yang. I am very happy that Mr. Yang can give face to the next day. I am very honored to participate in today's banquet." At this time, President Mishima bowed slightly.

"At the same time, I also thank Mr. Yang for solving a very troublesome thing for us."

Yang Jian glanced at President Mishima slightly, but said calmly: "We are just a deal, President Mishima is polite."

"No, no, no, Mr. Yang's excellence has exceeded my expectations, so this time I want several important members of the Chuling Society to express their gratitude to Mr. Yang together to show our respect for Mr. Yang ."

He finished.

Others looked at Yang Jian one after another. Although their thoughts were different, they all bowed to Yang Jian and gave enough respect.

"Are you the backbone of Chuling Society, just such a small number of people?" Yang Jian said, speaking very straightforwardly, and didn't care if he would offend people.

"Mr. Yang laughed. It's really not too many to be eligible to participate in this banquet. It's not as good as the number of capable people under the hands of Vice Minister Cao Yanhua." President Mishima smiled modestly.

Of course this is also true.

The population base is set here. In the end, ghost-stalkers stand out from ordinary people. They do not appear out of thin air. The more populous the place, the easier it is for ghost-stalkers to appear.

After the banquet began, the scene was actually very depressing.

Many people are looking at Yang Jian. Although etiquette belongs to etiquette, they can see a lot of emotions in their various eyes.

Some people are jealous, some are curious, and some don’t care. Of course, there are also many with a bit of hostility and hatred. As for the reason, Yang Jian doesn’t know. Maybe his presence has lost the face of many people. After all, Some of the backbone of the Chuling Society are very face-conscious.

Keiko knelt and sat aside quietly, picking up vegetables for Yang Jian, because considering that Yang Jian did not drink, she just used fruit juice instead.

Therefore, Yang Jian is not disgusted with this quiet and obedient woman, which is why he does not resist.

Halfway through the banquet.

Suddenly, after the previous Yamazaki drank a glass of sake, his expression was a little weird and said: "I really want to know, in what way will such an alternative character like Mr. Yang leave the world in the future? Although my question is It's a little presumptuous, but people will die one day, especially for people like us."

"Mr. Yang, what do you say?"

"The end of death? This is indeed a very interesting thing." Someone nearby laughed.

Yang Jian frowned: "Oh, do you think I will die?"

"Isn't it?" Yamazaki said.

"It's really a heavy topic, so what kind of way do you think I will die?" Yang Jian didn't shy away, squinting his eyes slightly and said, "I won't be killed."

Yamazaki lowered his head to drink, and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily true. It's possible for a person to die in any way. I don't know that Mr. Yang is not interested in his own sense of death."

"What do you mean by this?" Yang Jian asked.

Someone next to him smiled and said: "Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Yang, Yamazaki has no other meaning, just want to ask Mr. Yang if he wants to know the picture of his future death. There is a weird thing in our Chu Ling Society that can let people see his death. The scenario, and anyone who has used it predicted it accurately without any deviation."

"Not just ordinary people, but the death of ghost riders is also very accurate."

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, staring at that Yamazaki.

Does this Chu Ling Society really have such a weird thing? A scene that can make one's own death.

If this is the case, it does arouse people's curiosity, after all, this is related to the safety of one's life and the news of future death.

It's just that this Yamazaki is not at ease.

He wanted to let others know that even if it is Ghost Eye Yang Jian, there will be a day of death, and it can be accurately predicted. It is not as terrible as expected. This is attacking Yang Jian’s reputation and reducing his danger. The degree even made Yang Jian reveal his flaws.

"I'm not very interested in my own death. The future is full of countless changes, but if there is such a strange thing, I would like to know what Yamazaki's death scene is?" Yang Jian smiled, his smile Very cold, indifference without a trace of emotion.

"Like Mr. Yang, I have never used that supernatural thing. I don't know the scene of my death for the time being." Yamazaki said with a smile: "At today's banquet, if Mr. Yang is interested, I can play with Mr. Yang. One play."

"But in my opinion, the so-called foreseeable scenes, I think, mostly come from the curse on spiritual things. As you said just now, all the people who foresee death are dead, so you never thought about this death. In fact, it was brought by the supernatural thing in your hands."

Yang Jian said calmly: "Ghost, it's not as simple as you think."

"So, Yang Jian, the famous ghost eye, has never flinched in the face of a ghost, and he has the idea of ​​shrinking in this small game?" Yamazaki said; "Since Mr. Yang is not interested, I am alone in this game. Let's play, President Mishima, please take out that thing, please."

President Mishima groaned, he did not refuse this time, but motioned to the person on the side.

Immediately, a subordinate left the house.

"Mr. Yang, your inference is also very reasonable, but this supernatural thing is indeed unusual. Maybe Mr. Yang would be interested, right should be a small show at the banquet." President Mishima laughed Tao, the attitude is still respectful.

But in fact, he also kind of wanted to see the scene of Yang Jian's death.

Because this is related to his future attitude towards Yang Jian.

Whether to increase investment or maintain a normal trading posture is particularly important.

Yang Jian didn't speak, just eating and drinking while holding his head, which was considered to have acquiesced to their behavior.

Since you want to play, let's play with them.

soon.

The subordinate of Chu Ling Society who had left before brought a metal box.

President Mishima gestured.

After the box was opened, one thing was taken out.

It is a very old hand-cranked projector. The paint on it is mottled, peeling, aging, and dirty. It looks like it has been left in an abandoned warehouse for a long time. No one has used it and no one has taken care of it. But since this year If you look at it, it should be at least eighty to ninety years old, or even nearly a hundred years old.

But as soon as this thing was taken out, Yang Jian frowned, feeling very wrong.

This looks like a normal projector, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness.

This strange feeling comes from the black roll of film from the projector.

"Mr. Yang, this weird projector has at least 80 years of history. It is very special. Anyone who shakes the grip and turns the machine will play movies. Those movies are terrible. A video before the death of a user.” President Mishima said slightly taboo.

"In the past, a member was broadcasted and died in a car accident after using it. In order to verify the authenticity, we sent that member into the safe house and prevented all vehicles from approaching. However, the result was terrible. The member was sending to the safe house. He died on the road."

"So this is more like a curse, there is no future information." Yang Jian said calmly.

President Mishima shook his head and said: "No, Mr. Yang, we have done a lot of similar experiments, and some people have shown scenes of dying in hospital beds. There are not many accidental deaths, which fits the fate of most people. Track."

"Later we banned ordinary people from using it, but only for ghost riders, because every ghost rider will encounter the danger of death, and maybe we can avoid the result of the day through this weird picture."

"Does a dead horse be a living horse doctor?" Yang Jian looked at him ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and understood President Mishima's thoughts.

Anyway, ghost riders are short-lived, and they will die sooner or later.

"Then, before Sakai's death, is this thing predicted."

President Mishima shook his head and said, "The dead Sakai didn't touch this thing, so I can't verify it."

"It is indeed very interesting." Yang Jian said calmly. He did want to see his own death screen when he said this, but he was more concerned that this was a projector that released a curse.

No one's death scene is actually the curse of a ghost.

The more you use it, the faster you die, and it’s okay if you don’t use it.

"Yamazaki, you just said you want to play, don't mind letting me see how you died." Yang Jian said.

"Why would I mind? Since Mr. Yang wants to watch, I would naturally be willing to perform." Yamazaki laughed, stood up very calmly, and then walked to the old projector.