Mysterious resurgence

Under the awning.

Wang Xiaoming sat there motionless, with the first black, diamond-shaped awl placed on the table in front of him.

As for Yang Jian, he left.

"He refused?" Li Jun suddenly appeared next to him.

Wang Xiaoming said; "He will agree, it just takes a little time, and I like to deal with people who reject me, because when he rejects you, he will understand in his heart what price he has to bear and what kind of consequences it will bring." As a result, people who can clearly realize themselves are often more trustworthy than those who are impulsive when they see a little benefit."

"What he has to do now is wait. I have given him a subtle reminder that he should not dare to use that thing's plan anymore. With the last trump card lost, all he can do is fight with I trade, and my chips are high enough."

"Let's go, there are more important things to deal with. Let Yang Jian put it aside for now and let him spend seven days of training first." Wang Xiaoming stood up and said.

now.

Yang Jian was walking alone on the road to the training base.

His thoughts were complicated.

Because Wang Xiaoming already knew the existence of human skin paper. Although Wang Xiaoming had never seen human skin paper, it did not prevent this guy from guessing it. After all, he hanged himself last time and gave him enough information.

"He wanted to get the human skin paper because the research on ghost coffins failed. He had to find another way to control the ghosts. My successful case gave him enough confidence. He felt that my method was the right one, and that The terrifying existence that could suppress the power of three ghosts without any brains was successfully destroyed by Wang Xiaoming, and it immediately crashed and turned into a nail in the coffin."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

So, should I trade with him?

He knows the special characteristics of human skin paper very well, and the recent plan to resurrect Tong Qian has begun to create terrible traps.

If he hadn't accidentally discovered that Tong Qian was a ghost, the crying face and smiling face would have been replaced by the ghost's body, and then he was perfectly controlled by the ghost, and the final result was a total annihilation.

Even thinking about it now, Yang Jian felt a little scared.

Therefore, some of what Wang Xiaoming said was actually correct, and the human-parchment plan is no longer credible.

Although the plan is right, it hides some kind of trap that you can't detect. Yang Jian doesn't dare to bet that he will be equally lucky next time and can see through the trap of human skin and survive successfully.

But even if it succeeds next time, what about the next time?

As long as the trap in Human Skin's plan succeeds even once, Yang Jian will be finished.

"I can't afford to gamble. If I play hard every time, sooner or later I will lose all my money and even my life." He shook his head helplessly.

Actually.

Yang Jian has another alternative plan. In addition to human skin paper, he also has an alternative ghost cupboard in his hand.

If he exchanges two conditions for the help of the ghost closet, he can also solve his own problem.

It's just that there is a clear price to pay, but there is no transaction trap. It just depends on whether you can complete the requirements of the ghost closet.

There are just no traps in the transaction process, but what about the results after the transaction?

Once the ghost cabinet uses Yang Jian to complete all its purposes, no one can predict the consequences it will bring.

"Both the human skin and the ghost cupboard are not good things. If you are not careful, you will be dead. Dealing with ghosts is not that easy." Yang Jian sighed, revealing his extreme helplessness.

This helplessness is like light swallowed up by darkness, leaving you unable to see any hope of living.

And every ghost controller is like Yang Jian, marching in the darkness and walking the same path as the evil ghosts. One wrong step will lead to eternal disaster.

"Young man, don't sigh all day long. Be positive. There are still many beautiful things waiting for you in this world." At this time, Zhao Jianguo's voice sounded, but he saw him striding over from behind, with a smile on his face. A hint of a smile.

Yang Jian was a little surprised and said, "Weren't you shot?"

"." Zhao Jianguo's smile suddenly froze.

How does this guy talk?

If you are not a ghost master and say this outside, you will definitely have your legs broken.

It's so offensive.

"I disappoint you. I was just fired. I am currently working at the training base and am responsible for receiving you." Zhao Jianguo said.

"So you turned from the captain of the communications department at the headquarters to a waiter. It's quite miserable. Are you used to the errand work of serving tea and water? How is the salary? It's enough to cover gas expenses." Yang Jian asked a series of questions.

However, Zhao Jianguo was not angry and said haha: "Not bad, passable, quite leisurely. I just read the newspaper if I have nothing to do."

"Reading the newspaper will help." Yang Jian said.

"Although you still have this temper, I'm quite happy to see you alive to be honest. How about it? Have you met Liu Xiaoyu?" Zhao Jianguo asked.

Yang Jian said: "That short guy who likes to pretend to be a lolita?"

"Don't all young people like this style?" Zhao Jianguo said.

"Do you think I still have the word "like" in my life?" Yang Jian said.

Zhao Jianguo smiled: "You can give it a try. The worst thing you can do is make a friend. She cares about you."

"Many people care about me, but it's not that kind of concern. They all care whether I die or not." Yang Jian said.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. I, a semi-retired person, can't control the affairs of you young people. You are going the wrong way. The first day of training is over there. You should really listen to the first lesson. , it will be a great inspiration to you, and at least it will help you eliminate some of your fear of ghosts." Zhao Jianguo pointed to the right and led the way: "Follow me, and I'll take you there."

"There won't be any math, Chinese, English, etc., right?" Yang Jian asked.

"No, just listen to the story, it's very relaxing." Zhao Jianguo said.

soon.

Zhao Jianguo took Yang Jian to a room in the training base.

The room is huge.

There were more than a dozen newcomers sitting there.

There were a few familiar people, such as Zhang Lei and Wang Jiang whom I had met before at Ping An Hotel, and some strangers whom I had never met before.

There is no doubt that these people are ghost masters.

At the other end of the room, there is a podium. A middle-aged and elderly man with white temples, short hair, a serious expression, and full of energy is giving a lecture very seriously. There are also some key words written on the blackboard, such as ghost, history. , origin, conjecture and the like.

"Yang Jian, you are late. Sit here and come and listen to Professor Bai's lecture. He has a very good theory." Zhang Lei waved his hand.

"I should go back and read the newspaper. You should pay attention to yourself and don't cause trouble."

Zhao Jianguo warned in a serious tone, fearing that if there were too many people, something would happen to Yang Jian, an unruly prick.

Yang Jian ignored it and walked into the classroom.

I really didn’t expect that after leaving No. 7 Middle School, I would still have a day of lectures.

Professor Bai on the podium glanced at Yang Jian who had just come in, and didn't say much. If it were the previous lecture, he would definitely have to be criticized, but the people attending the lecture are all extraordinary. , no teacher who teaches dares to do anything like this.

"Who is this Professor Bai?" Yang Jian asked softly after walking down.

Zhang Lei said: "When he introduced himself before, he seemed to be named Bai Xuewen. He has been studying the history of various countries since college, especially specializing in the study of gods, ghosts and strange things. He is a very famous professor, a great writer, and a Liaozhai scholar. Have you seen it?"

"I've seen it a little bit. Nie Xiaoqian has big breasts."

"Liao Zhai was translated by this professor. Wait, which version are you reading?"

Zhang Lei glanced at him strangely and continued: "Not only ancient classical Chinese, he has also translated books from other countries. I heard that he can speak at least five languages ​​and is a national treasure. If it weren't for the headquarters this time, we would How can an uneducated person listen to a lecture from this great professor?"

Obviously, he has great respect for Professor Bai.

"Professor Bai said before that the historical records of ghosts can be traced back to the origin of human civilization, and our ancients have had the tradition of worshiping ghosts and gods since ancient times." Zhang Lei then gave Yang Jian a make-up lesson and told him the content of the previous lecture.

"He wants to use ghost legends to explain the supernatural events that are currently happening?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth: "A good cover-up method, based on history, combined with folk rumors from various countries, to forcefully turn a terrifying and weird thing into something that has already happened in history."

"In this way, it can indeed reduce people's fear and stabilize the public's mood."