Yang Jian's voice echoed in the dead and old wooden house, and his answer was surprising.
"They're all the same? What do you mean?" the mysterious and weird old man continued to ask.
"You don't need to understand, you just need to know that I came here this time to fulfill the promise of that day. Although it is a bit late, it seems to have no meaning for your existence." Yang Jian said again.
He didn't want to explain too much.
Because Yang Jian is a one-in-a-million special case, it cannot be explained using past experience and knowledge in the supernatural world.
"As long as you are willing to save me, it doesn't matter whether you are a ghost boy or Yang Jian. I'm just worried that you can't do it now and can't fight against the supernatural beings here." The old man's voice sounded, revealing a bit of uneasiness.
.
Because after being trapped here for such a long time, Yang Jian was the only one who truly set foot here for the second time.
Although there were unlucky people who entered by mistake, there was no way those people could leave alive. Even if they were lucky enough to escape, it was absolutely impossible for them to come back again, let alone rescue them.
"You can remember a promise made sixty years ago, but you can't see the changes of the times. You are really a pathetic loser. You still think that I need to be as careful as I was when facing the supernatural and evil ghosts here.
Are you timid? Time can bury many things, and it can also create many things."
Yang Jian's expression was stern. As he spoke, he strode towards the stairs.
He walked calmly and moved quickly, completely ignoring the abnormalities and potential dangers around him.
This is not a boast, but a kind of self-confidence that is unique to him.
"Crunch!"
When he took the first step on the old and special wooden stairs, the steps containing supernatural power seemed unable to bear Yang Jian's weight, and made a crumbling sound at this moment.
illusion?
No, this is not an illusion.
When Yang Jian took the second step forward again, the first step behind him collapsed in an instant. It was like a piece of wood that had been in disrepair and had reached the end of its life and could no longer maintain its original shape.
"This is impossible..." The old man seemed to have seen this scene, and there was a hint of horror in his voice.
You must know that the steps here are supernatural objects. There are terrifying ghosts sealed inside. They are not just steps. Even if they look very old and crumbling, they are actually impossible to destroy. Even if you use some supernatural means to barely destroy them.
Even if a section of the staircase is destroyed, the staircase can be quickly restored.
But after Yang Jian walked through, the steps collapsed and there was no sign of recovery at all.
The supernatural power stored in it seems to have fallen into eternal silence.
Yang Jian ignored the old man's astonishment and continued to move forward. Every time he took a step, a section of the steps collapsed, and among the shattered wood chips, some strange things gradually emerged. He saw the incompleteness hidden inside.
The fingers, the pale skin adhering to them, and the terrifying spirit residing within them.
This staircase was actually made entirely of ghosts.
With so many supernatural powers gathered in one place, this staircase can no longer be called a supernatural object, but should be called a supernatural building.
This is similar to the original ghost post office.
But even so, the current Yang Jian is too special, and the supernatural beings here cannot fight against it, so they can only be forced to remain silent.
"Let me see where you are hiding."
There was darkness in front of Yang Jian, and there seemed to be a road leading to a supernatural place on the steps, but when he opened his ghost eyes, the darkness in front of him was instantly swallowed up by red light, and this red light extended to the unknown
Deep down, all the hidden secrets are revealed.
found it.
Soon, Yang Jian saw something in the depths of darkness.
It was a damaged tombstone, and there was a person sitting on the tombstone. The man was about seventy years old, with an old face and a cold body. The strangest thing was that the old man's legs and the tombstone seemed to have grown together.
There is no way to separate it.
It is precisely because of this that the old man has been sitting on the tombstone, unable to move.
Yang Jian's ghostly eyes turned slightly, and he quickly understood the purpose of this tombstone. It existed to support the wooden stairs.
As long as the staircase exists, this person will be suppressed here forever, unable to escape.
The only way to rescue it is to demolish the stairs.
However, there are so many supernatural powers stored on the stairs that it is impossible for ordinary ghost controllers to do this. Only people like Yang Jian are qualified to rescue them.
"Hurry, carry me out quickly." The old man on the tombstone waved to Yang Jian with a hint of urgency.
However, this behavior seems particularly strange.
You must know that this old man has been here for at least a hundred years, and normal ghost masters, even aliens, cannot survive for such a long time. In Yang Jian's knowledge, the only one who has lived the longest is
The old man at the drug store, Zhang Bohua.
But this person has exceeded the life span of a ghost master.
After a brief thought, Yang Jian did not hesitate too much. He took one step and stepped into the depths of darkness. Then he grabbed the old and damaged tombstone and carried it with the old man sitting on the tombstone.
Got up.
"Okay, very good." The old man on the tombstone seemed very excited and surprised.
He really got out of trouble.
Yang Jian didn't say a word, but quickly left with the tombstone. He evacuated the wooden house, passed the road full of dead souls again, and then returned to the gloomy street, finally breaking the boundary between the supernatural and reality.
Appeared in the dilapidated yet green and vibrant Baishui Town.
"boom!"
There was a dull sound of landing.
Yang Jian put down the tombstone in his hand.
But the figure of the strange old man on the tombstone was looming, sometimes disappearing, sometimes reappearing.
"Thank you for helping me." The old man's figure flickered in and out, with a smile on his strange old face, but behind this smile, there was an indescribable sinisterness and penetration.
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Something obscure is gradually revealed.
"You're welcome. I will definitely do what I promised. Now the promise made sixty years ago has been completed." Yang Jian stared at the tombstone and the old man.
This kind of gaze is very special. It is not as emotional as a living person, but it is also different from the numbness and hollowness of a ghost. It seems to be filled with a kind of transcendent divinity.
"A good young man, a really good young man. In that case, you might as well help others to the end. I have no legs now and can't walk. Why don't you just carry me on your back from now on and go wherever I tell you to go?" The old man remained the same.
He was smiling, but the smile was gloomy and scary.
At the same time, the old man stretched out his skinny arms, as if he wanted to climb onto Yang Jian's back, tightly wrap around him, and then rest on his body.
But the next moment.
A strong hand grabbed the old man's neck and lifted him up.
The old man, who was flickering and flickering, seemed to be pulled alive from the supernatural place into reality by this palm, unable to escape or struggle.
The old man's smile suddenly froze, and then the tombstone under him creaked, as if it might break at any time.
You must know that this tombstone is truly supernatural.
Being able to break tombstones means that the person in front of you can dismember supernatural beings.
"You are very special and very dangerous. You have gone so far on the path of a ghost controlling a human being that you, a ghost, have almost become a human being... But that's all.
Ghosts are ghosts after all, and they should be thrown into hell. Don’t worry, I will leave you a place in the deepest part of hell so that you will never appear in this world again for eternity."
Yang Jian's eyes flashed red.
Then a hole opened out of thin air behind the old man, and a gap was opened leading to the depths of hell.
There is a burning fire, a bottomless lake that sinks everything, a wilderness filled with weird swords, and mirrors hanging in every corner of an abandoned city... These worlds are layered and trapped.
Countless evil spirits live there, preventing them from appearing in reality.
The old man was frightened again at this moment. He could not move, his supernatural power was silent, and he could not even struggle to resist.
"Really...hell? No, this is impossible." He knew Yang Jian was scary, but he didn't expect it to be so scary.
"I said, you can't understand me now, so you should cherish your last moment in this world. The reason why I let you go is not just because of the promise, but there was also a thought behind you.
We want to completely end the supernatural old man, but he seems to...failed." Yang Jian whispered softly.
After saying that, he threw the old man and the tombstone to the ground.