Mysterious Recovery

"Hello, cousin Xiaoyuan, my name is Jiang Yan, I am Yang Jian's girlfriend."

Jiang Yan greeted enthusiastically, politely and cutely.

Liang Yuan just blinked her big eyes and looked at her, seeming to be thinking about something, and she seemed to be looking at Jiang Yan. After a while, she squinted her eyes and said, "Hello, Auntie, you are so beautiful. Cousin must I like you auntie very much."

Aunt?

Hearing this, Jiang Yan's smile froze suddenly, her heart was full of coldness.

Yang Jian used to call himself aunt, but he didn't expect his cousin to be like this.

The most annoying thing is that I have no way to refute, because this little cousin of Yang Jian looks like fifteen or sixteen, and she is nearly ten years old, and it seems reasonable to call auntie.

"Can't be angry, now I definitely can't be angry, but this time I'm going to see Yang Jian's relatives. If this is ashamed, Yang Jian won't bring me over next time."

Jiang Yan secretly said in her heart that she calmed her heart and kept herself in a relatively good image.

"Auntie, your skin is so white, are you sick?" Liang Yuan said again.

"No, my sister's skin is naturally white." Jiang Yan said with a smile.

Liang Yuan nodded and said: "Then if your skin is so white, it is easy to be targeted by ghosts at night, and you will die fairly quickly. Cousin, you'd better change a girlfriend."

"What, what?" Jiang Yan twitched the corner of her mouth.

Is there anyone who talks like that.

"Well, Xiaoyuan, where do you want to go, I'll accompany you." Yang Jian said.

Liang Yuan smiled and said: "I'm going to buy a raincoat over there. It has been raining recently, I don't want to get wet every day."

"Okay." Yang Jian nodded.

On the road, Jiang Yan followed behind, pulling Yang Jian’s arm while Liang Yuan was choosing the raincoat, and then whispered; "Yang Jian, don’t be angry when I say something, I think your cousin seems like It feels weird that there is something wrong."

With that, she pointed to her head.

"There is no problem with her head. Her thoughts are very clear. You can tell from the reaction just now. I have already seen how she was affected." Yang Jian pressed his voice and said, "It's good before or after, no matter what. Don't take anything to your heart when Madoka says anything, just treat her as a patient."

"I'm not so careful. I care about a child. I'm just worried about your cousin. If there is any disease, we can take her back to Dachang City for examination." Jiang Yan said.

Yang Jian nodded slightly and said, "I will arrange this."

Jiang Yan responded and stopped discussing the matter behind her back. She believed that Yang Jian could handle it. This was an instinctive trust.

While shopping with her cousin and her companions, Yang Jian found that she had bought a lot of weird things, including raincoats, some yellow straw papers, and some candles. Even the most disturbing thing was that she actually bought them. He had several sharp fruit knives, and the partner beside him didn't feel anything strange, as if he had become accustomed to it.

"What do you buy these things for?" Yang Jian asked.

Liang Yuan squinted and smiled: "I want to use it. This thing wears out very quickly, and the scalpel I bought three days ago has been used up. I didn't use the scalpel just now. It was too thin. It's not easy to hold."

""Yang Jian didn't know what to say at this time.

"Where do you usually use these things?"

Liang Yuan frowned and thought, as if she was reminiscing, and she couldn't recall it all at once: "I don't know, I don't know where it is used, but I always feel it is needed."

"Is there a memory problem?" Yang Jian pondered.

If this is the case, he can't ask a lot of things, but the more so, the more he feels that the neighborhood of his hometown is not normal, and it is not as peaceful and peaceful as he imagined.

After shopping around, all weird things were bought, and then Yang Jian drove the three of them to the village where their hometown was.

Although it is a township, the roads are smooth and driving is very convenient, but on the way he saw several special vehicles coming from the opposite side, Yang Jian, who opened the window, smelled a very familiar smell.

That's the smell of Ruoyouruuowu's corpse.

The car is a hearse with dead bodies inside.

He glanced at the back of the passing vehicle in the rearview mirror and saw a dead body covered by a white cloth. In curiosity, his ghost eyes opened, ignoring the obstruction and glanced at the corpse under the white cloth.

Stiff, cold, and wet, like rain His aorta was pierced, and the blood drained alive.

So the body was stiff and pale.

What made Yang Jian most profound was the expression of this dead man.

Not fear and despair, but a cruel and vicious appearance, as if desperately fighting with something.

But like this, is it possible that you are fighting hard with yourself before you die?

"An abnormal death, but that person shouldn't be a person from my home village. It is most likely a villager from a nearby village." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart, and at the same time, his previous anxiety was gradually magnified.

Something is definitely going on around here,

But this place is also under the management of Dachang City.

In other words, the person in charge is Yang Jian. If there is a real spiritual incident, he will be notified. Why didn't he hear a similar report from Zhang Hua?

It's because there are too many things, but it's serious here, so is it pulled down?

There are other reasons.

With all kinds of doubts, Yang Jian drove to a village about five or six kilometers away from Yang Town.

Meishan Village.

The name of the village is a bit strange, because there are no plum blossoms and no mountains. I don’t know why such a name was chosen. Maybe it’s a change of hundreds of years, and the landform has changed.

The village is very quiet.

Like most villages across the country, the young people have gone out, and some villagers have also moved away. There are really not many people left. But now it’s the New Year’s Eve, there are still a few people who have returned to their hometowns. , But it still seems a little deserted, it seems that young people nowadays are getting busy with work.

"Miaoyuan, does your friend belong to our village? If not, I can send her back first." Yang Jian asked.

"Of course it is. She lives with me now and is my best friend." Liang Yuan said with a smile.

Yang Jian felt a little strange, but didn't ask much, he drove into the village immediately, and then stopped in an open space.

"Cousin, let's go back first, see you tonight."

Liang Yuan and her friend got out of the car, smiled and waved, and then ran into the village quickly carrying things and disappeared at the corner.

"Okay." Yang Jian nodded.

The cousin’s home is not far from her old house, but it’s all in the same village as far as she can go.

"It feels like your hometown is very clean. I will often stay with you in the future, okay?" Jiang Yan stretched her waist, feeling that the air here is fresh, quiet and peaceful, and very comfortable.

And only after arriving here did she have the feeling of becoming a Yang Jian woman.

Yang Jian did not speak, but ran directly to the old house.

The old house in his family is a little old, and it was built at some time when his father was alive. The style of that period was relatively old, but it was one of the best in the village at that time, but it has been completely outdated and eliminated. NS.

soon.

A two-story concrete house appeared in front of him.

It has been uninhabited for a long time, and some moss grows on the house. The various aging and deserted appearances give people a slightly gloomy feeling.

But the house is very clean, because there is no one living there, there are no clutter. In addition, Yang Jian’s mother Zhang Fen came back a few days earlier, so there was no odor after ventilation, and it was still clean and tidy. You can simply move in for a short period of time.

It's just that Yang Jian didn't care about this, he went directly to the second floor of the room.

There is a small room on the second floor, which is closed all year round. It used to be used to pile up debris, but since the death of his father, this room has become a place for portraits.

Jiang Yan followed behind and looked at the surrounding environment curiously.

She was a little inexplicable panic, a little uneasy about this old house, as if she had encountered a spiritual event before, so she did not dare to fall behind one step, for fear that after one step behind, there would be an accident, Yang Jian would not have time to protect herself.

"Will my father be someone who deals with supernatural events?"

Yang Jian's curiosity couldn't be suppressed, so he ran directly to the room where his father's portrait was.

Because it took too long for his father to pass away, coupled with his own state now, he didn't feel any sadness, and everything seemed very peaceful.

After opening the door.

A black and white photo was placed on a relatively ordinary old wooden table. Next to the photo, there were some incense burners and the like, which were used for memorial purposes.

The man in the portrait is a young man in his early twenties. This portrait was not taken when his father died at the time, but was made from previous photos, so it feels a bit uncoordinated.

The young man's appearance is very similar to Yang Jian.

Smiling and handsome in the sun.

If in a few more years, Yang Jian will mature a little, exercise a little more, and get a little more sunshine, and perhaps he will be more similar to the person in the photo.

Therefore, if anyone thinks that the person in this photo is not Yang Jian's father, no one believes it.

Seeing this portrait, Jiang Yan hurriedly bowed her head, and then prepared to go for some incense sticks.

Yang Jian did not speak, his eyes were observing, not as a worshiper, but as a ghost-eyed Yang Jian.

"Nothing abnormal."

As a result, he was a little disappointed and a little relieved.

There is nothing in this room worthy of his attention, there is nothing weird about him.

"But it can't be so arbitrary. I am very concerned about what the old Qin said. People of his identity will not say such an irrelevant sentence for no reason. If you say it, there must be a reason. The portrait in this room. It should have been established later. I should go to the place where my father used to go during his lifetime, or where he often stayed during his lifetime."

Yang Jian thought.

He felt that he should be looking in the wrong direction.

"Yang Jian, don't you go to worship?" Jiang Yan handed out a few incense sticks and said.

Yang Jian was silent for a while, took the incense, paid homage to the strange father, and then left the house.

But after he turned away from the switch and closed the door.

I don't know if it's the change of light or something incomprehensible happened.

The man's face on the portrait was shrouded in darkness~www.wuxiaspot.com~, giving people an incomprehensible weirdness, like a person hidden in the darkness, peeking at everything here.

The ignited incense emits a reddish light, flickering, and gradually extinguishing.

"Our room is here. My mother has already cleaned up before. If you are tired, you can rest first. You can also take anything out of the car because you may stay here for several days." Yang Jian walked away. Go to the next room.

That is a simple and clean bedroom.

"Well, Yang Jian, next door is a portrait of your father. Isn't it scary to live here? I don't mean to dislike it. I'm just a little courageous. You know this." Jiang Yan said nervously.

Yang Jian said, "I checked it just now, no problem, and if something happens, isn't there still me? What are you afraid of.".

"Then I want to be with you tonight, you can't walk away secretly by yourself." Jiang Yan said.

"Okay." Yang Jian did not refuse, and nodded.