Qianzhuang has been an exciting place since ancient times.

Its existence allows many people to save heavy packages.

It also makes people less dangerous.

A large amount of gold and silver can be properly kept, except for those who will bury their money and treasures in the soil, most of the rest of the people will choose to deposit their money in the bank.

A bank is a bank.

There are banks in the world, and of course there must be rich banks in the underworld.

Heaven and earth money village, blessed with nature, useless things for the living, happy things for the dead.

"Money can make ghosts grind, and one life for another."

"Heaven and Earth Money Village ......"

He Yin'er looked at a dilapidated wooden door in front of her.

There is an elegiac couplet written on both sides.

There are two small Pixiu at the door.

Pixiu?

He Yin'er's eyes narrowed slightly, this is not something that a money bank should set up.

Only entering but not leaving is not in line with the essential meaning of the bank.

The Faceless Man looked around.

There are walls all around, and at the end of the path is this old wooden door.

The wooden door is red, has no locks, and has no doorknobs.

The Faceless looked at the door and saw that it was standing upright, not near the wall.

This means that the door is open behind or the wall.

"The door is certainly not ordinary, it just needs to be opened." He Yin'er also discovered this situation, and she could be sure that if she only relied on brute force and supernatural powers, she might be able to open it, but she would definitely enter a terrifying place.

Yu Zhile told her that Ghost Money Village was located in the gap between the supernatural land and reality.

Forced entry is not impossible, but extremely terrifying ghosts and supernatural spirits are required.

Once the two do not meet the standard, then they will enter this gate, not in the ghost money village, but in the supernatural land, a supernatural place that the bus will never go to.

"Uncle, ghost money." He Yin'er glanced behind her, Ye Zhen estimated that it would take a while, and they could open the door first.

The faceless man didn't hesitate, took out a few colorful banknotes and handed them to He Yin'er.

There are no more than three, but they are all seven.

He Yin'er took the ghost money, carefully recalled the method Yu Zhile said, and quickly started to make the three ghost coins look like a doorknob.

After doing all this, He Yin'er's expression became solemn, her eyes began to become blood-red, and a pair of black-red ghost eyes appeared.

Ghost-eyed stared at the unremarkable-looking doorknob and aimed the doorknob made of ghost money at where it was supposed to be.

A strange scene happened.

The doorknob made of ghost money was actually installed on the door, as if it were a real doorknob.

The colorful paper money quickly turned red.

Blood gradually oozed from the couplets on both sides, and the rich smell of blood filled the entire aisle.

He Yin'er's eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the faceless man, who nodded and signaled that she could open the door.

He Yin'er made up her mind and gently twisted the doorknob.

Bang~!

Something was touched, and the old wooden door creaked and slowly opened.

A dark wind blew out of the door, and it was pitch black inside, but there was a light in the depths of the darkness.

The two looked closely, and the source of the light was a plaque.

"Ghost Money Bank!"

The plaque has three words written on it, and two candles are lit on both sides of the plaque, and the candles emit a faint green light, reflecting the appearance of the plaque.

These two candles are no different from the ones on either side of the wall, but they are noticeably smaller, and they can be seen as gender.

"That should be the source of those ghost baby lamps." He Yin'er let go of the doorknob and looked back behind her.

A figure was rapidly approaching this direction.

It's Ye Zhen, he's here.

Ye Zhen's state at this moment is not very good.

There is a large area of decay all over the body, and even bones can be seen in some places.

Extensive burns on his face, already disfigured.

One eye is missing, and the arm is completely a skeleton of bones.

But even so, He Yin'er and the faceless man could still feel the excitement of the visitor.

This person is not a ghost or a ghost, and when he arrived next to He Yin'er, the injuries on his body had already recovered.

Far behind him, the ghost baby lamp that had just been restored was directly shattered again.

"It's cool!" Ye Zhen exhaled, his eyes bright.

The corners of He Yin'er's mouth twitched, she was too lazy to talk nonsense, and took the lead to enter the door, and the faceless man immediately followed, and Ye Zhen was the last to enter.

As the three entered, the door slammed shut, and the doorknob made of ghost money turned into a pile of ashes.

The eyes of the two Pixiu statues at the door moved suddenly, but they quickly returned to their original state.

The bleeding door also stopped bleeding after several people entered the door.

The flickering candles on the path were quietly extinguished at this moment.

One by one, the extinguished ghost baby lamps jumped into their previous positions and fell into silence.

They entered the Ghost Money Estate......

At this moment, the ghost painting is ......

In room 707, there is an extremely strange scene.

A young man with a body as if he had broken porcelain stood motionless in the center of the room.

Beside him was a bride in red with her lower body completely embedded in the young man's body, leaving only the upper half of her body outside.

The lower body of the bride has melted into the skin of the young man who is like a broken porcelain doll.

It's like a tattoo, and the upper body of the bride continues to blend in.

The red wedding dress fluttered, weird and grotesque, and there was a blood-red cupboard behind the young man, which was already illusory at the moment, and looked like it was about to disappear.

On the other side of the youth, there is an extremely penetrating picture.

There was a woman in white, half of her body fell into the shadow of the young man at this moment.

The young man's shadow swayed slightly, like a lake.

Inside the shadow, there was an old mirror, and two strange candles were burning around the mirror, half burned at the moment.

The mirrors and candles kept descending, and they were getting farther and farther away from the water, but they looked as if they were close to them.

There was no lake in the room anymore, and the ghosts in the lake had already been brought into the shadows.

The two ghosts are still fighting each other, but they are at the end of their rope, and they are about to fall silent.

But the two super S-level ghosts, even if the supernatural is about to fall into silence, the time it takes is not just a day or two to achieve.

The youth's shattered skin is recovering at an extremely slow rate.

The red and black dots on that beauty's face have all disappeared, and a perfect face is revealed.

But at this moment, the face was like a young man's body, covered with red cracks, exactly like a broken porcelain.

The ghost lake, which has the law of ghost bride killing, and the ghost bride who is having a small underworld marriage are pitted against each other.

It has to fight not only the ghost bride, but also the influence of the little underworld marriage on it.

As a result, it just forms a balance with the ghost bride, a balance of supernatural confrontation.

This is a bold attempt, but if the supernatural strength of the two ghosts is a little different, then the result will not be a tie, but a win or loss, and once there is a win or loss, this body will be occupied.

That's one of the reasons why He Yuelian can't die.

Once He Yuelian dies, the ghost bride's supernatural will increase instantly, the horror of the ghost bride will increase, and the horror of the little underworld marriage will also increase, and the ghost lake will not be able to fight, and at that time, Yu Zhile will become an outlier and can be declared defeated.

If there is no consciousness settled in the shell, it will only be a ghost, a ghost with the law of horror and killing.

Equilibrium is about to be established, the two ghosts will fall silent, and they will wake up with a new being.

……

……

Thundered~!

The helicopter's propellers were spinning rapidly.

But soon the helicopter stopped on a highway.

Wang Xiaoming, who was wearing a white coat, walked out of the helicopter with a anxious face.

"Yang Jian, let's talk."

On the originally empty highway, because of Wang Xiaoming's words, a person suddenly appeared.

A man with a ghost eye on his forehead.

"Talk? What to talk about? ”

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, "Talking about your brother's attack on the hero who saved Dachang City for no reason?" Or about your brother's attack on an Interpol in defiance of the law at headquarters? ”

"You see, I just came back from dealing with Caesars Hotel, and then I was attacked by my brother."

"Do you know what that means?"

What it means, of course Wang Xiaoming knows, he knows best, if Wang Xiaoqiang was not his younger brother, he would have died thousands of times, not still alive.

"I know, Yang Jian, I'm just this younger brother, can you let him go, you can discuss whatever you want."

"He's just a waste, you might as well trade such a waste for the benefit that suits you."

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath and looked at Yang Jian who was in the midst of the ghosts, his tone was sincere and a little humble.

"Interests?" Yang Jian suddenly laughed.

"What profit can be greater than one's own life?"

"I don't want to see a man hell-bent on killing me alive, let alone a powerful brother."

"I'll die one day."

"If I trade him for benefits today, and I die later, then that's the price, and it's a big loss, you know?"

Everything has a price, cause and effect.

If Wang Xiaoming hadn't been too fond of Wang Xiaoqiang, if he hadn't given Wang Xiaoqiang such a weird ghost.

Then Wang Xiaoqiang may survive today.

Yang Jian glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang, whose face was covered by newspapers next to him, this was the second time he tried to revise Wang Xiaoqiang's memory.

If he fails this time, then Wang Xiaoqiang must die.

The newspaper is ripped off with a headless ghost, and a lifelike face appears on the paper.

Yang Jian skillfully took out a pen and wrote and drew on his face, and soon wrote all over his face.

After writing, use the headless ghost to put the face back on Wang Xiaoqiang's face.

He squinted and observed Wang Xiaoqiang.

Soon, Wang Xiaoqiang's closed eyes trembled twice, and then opened them violently.

"Yang Jian! You don't have to die well! Wang Xiaoqiang shouted with a hideous face.

“……”

Oh, failed again.

"What the hell did Wang Xiaoming give you, so weird?"

Yang Jian put away the newspaper, and the sky began to rain, and gasoline rained.

"Yang Jian! I can guarantee that he will never trouble you again, as long as you let him go, I will not let him leave Dajing City, nor will I let him have access to power, I will only let him be an ordinary ghost handler, and he will not pose any threat to you! ”

Looking at the dust picked up on the ground around Yang Jian, he suddenly realized something, his expression became anxious, and he quickly assured Yang Jian.

"What happens to attack an Interpol for no reason." Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming expressionlessly and asked in a stern tone.

Wang Xiaoming was speechless, but he still stubbornly said the result, "Execute on the spot." ”

Yang Jian nodded, took out a lighter and threw it to the ground.

"That's good."

Wang Xiaoming's pupils shrank, and in his sight, a burning man appeared instantly, that person was struggling, begging for help, but he couldn't hear a sound.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab it, but he grabbed a void.

"Why...... Why are you disobedient, why are you doing such a thing......"

Wang Xiaoming's face was full of tears for a moment, and he looked at the struggling living person blankly.

He seemed to be shouting, brother, help me!

But he, the elder brother, can only watch and can't do anything.

Several technicians piloting the helicopter looked at this scene, and their faces changed.

They feel like something is going to happen.

Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming like this, the corners of his mouth grinned, he turned his head to look at Wang Xiaoqiang, who was constantly begging for mercy and struggling, and said sarcastically, "Yu Zhile is right, some people can't believe what they say when they die." ”

"They don't really regret it, they don't repent, they just know that they're going to die."

Wang Xiaoming, who was originally full of tears, shrank his pupils and stared at Yang Jian deadly.

At this moment, he knew one thing in his heart, this matter must end here today, no matter what, their headquarters could not let this Yang Jian become the next Yu Zhile.

The struggling fire man finally stopped struggling, his flesh was burned to the ground, and a skeleton of bones appeared in the ghost.

Wang Xiaoming looked at this scene, and his expression quickly returned to calm.

"Imprisoning this ghost requires all the bones to be secured, otherwise it will still revive the ghost."

After speaking, Wang Xiaoming turned around and got into the helicopter, "That's the end of today's matter." ”

"Back to Beijing." Wang Xiaoming said expressionlessly.

"Professor Wang......" The technician wanted to say something, but was quickly interrupted.

"Back in Beijing, I still have research to do."

The technician stopped talking and began to drive away in a helicopter.

Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoming who was leaving, his eyes narrowed slightly, "It's dangerous." ”

Wang Xiaoming is very dangerous, if this kind of person becomes a ghost master, he will definitely be the next Yu Zhile, and even more terrifying.

This is a pattern that he does not have, and he cannot do it to the point of providing information to the enemy.

The helicopter went away quickly, and Yang Jian subconsciously looked at the sky somehow, as if something unexpected should happen at this time.

But after looking at it for a long time, the sky is still the same.

"What does it feel?" Yang Jian frowned, and manipulated the ghost shadow to split the revived ghost bones into several sections at will.

The ghost was far away, and Yang Jian returned to the city with the imprisoned ghost.

His words were not only for Wang Xiaoming, but also for the headquarters.

If someone at the headquarters attacked him in order to curry favor with Wang Xiaoming, then he wouldn't mind going to find Yu Zhile, anyway, Yu Zhile said that the headquarters didn't want to stay, so he would go to him.

Yang Jian was a little looking forward to what the headquarters would do, whether it was selflessness or ......

I'm really looking forward to it.

……

……

Okawa City, Yu Zhile, who was looking at the book, sighed suddenly, "Still can't be changed?" ”

"Is it revisionist, or are some people too stupid?"

Yu Zhile couldn't understand it, but it was just some.

Wang Xiaoqiang's character he knows, he is really brainless, and he can do this kind of thing.

"Human nature is really getting more and more interesting."

(End of chapter)