Extra: Old Road

Faced with uncertain supernaturalism, Wang Ping did not dare to be careless at all. Although he had read many archives of supernatural events left by his father and knew how to fight against evil spirits, he had not tried it personally, so excessive caution is very necessary.

Hungry... Hungry...

The strange man in suit sitting at the dining table was still repeating the previous words at this moment. He was speechless and spoke intermittently, feeling as if he had lost his mind.

Wang Ping stared at him and finally confirmed: He could not communicate normally. In this way, he was not a ghost controller, but most of a ghost. Since that is the case, there was no possibility of a man-killing person.

Thinking of this, his eyes looked behind the man in the suit.

Behind the man in the suit, two cold and terrifying figures stood on the left and right. They were a pair of wrinkled old men. The two old men were black and white all over, as if they had just walked out of the portrait, which made people feel scared.

This is his great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and it is also the most fierce generation of evil spirits in the Wang family.

And beside Wang Ping, a pair of young-looking dead souls were wandering around him, one of which was his father, Wang Chaling.

Father, protect me.Wang Ping called on his father for his protection as he had encountered trouble and danger in the past.

Wang Chaling's soul wandered around, protecting Wang Ping's safety and preventing any dangerous approach.

Only when his father's soul is around him can Wang Ping dare to act boldly without worrying about worries.

Because he understood that the evil spirits that his father Wang Chaling controlled before his death were all used to protect himself.

Dismembered it.Wang Ping then issued an order.

With the order, the two terrifying old men immediately stretched out their arms and grabbed the shoulders of the strange man in suit, and then their thin body shook slightly, and then an incredible scene appeared.

The body of the man in the suit was pulled bit by bit, like a flat painting, and there was no scream or any pain during the period. Everything was so natural.

Wang Ping looked at this scene calmly, and he was already thinking about how to deal with the corpse later.

Should I find a place to bury it, or should I be locked into a safe house left by my father?

But at this moment.

The man in the suit, who was about to be dismembered, suddenly his face twisted and his mouth opened, as if he was crying in pain, but there was no sound. Instead, the depths of his throat suddenly turned red, like a cluster of extinguished flames were ignited instantly.

Wang Ping's face suddenly changed, and he quickly retreated because he felt the unusualness of the fire.

As an ordinary person, he felt a little chilled under the reflection of the fire.

The fire became brighter and brighter, as if the man in the suit was about to be ignited, but before he was ignited, the supernatural attacks of Wang Ping's great-grandfather and great-grandmother had been completed.

The sound of tearing sounded, and the body of the man in the suit was torn in half. The fire that was about to be ignited was suppressed at this moment and became dim again.

You should know that what the Wang family generation tore apart was not only the body, but also the supernatural beings.

Is it solved?Wang Ping then breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the information file left by my father is correct. The soul of his Wang family is very fierce and can easily fight against other evil spirits. Even in the era of supernatural revival, it is a top-notch one.

The fallen corpse completely lost its ability to move and no longer reacted.

Seeing this, Wang Ping asked his grandparents, the soul transformed by Wang Lu, the second generation of the Wang family, to search the body of the man in the suit to see if he could find some clues and objects.

He remembered that some evil ghosts had some supernatural objects in their hands. Those supernatural objects had some strange supernatural powers, which could bring great help to ghost masters.

Unfortunately, this male corpse in a suit did not have any supernatural items, but a proof of identity was found in its top pocket.

Is this a business card made of gold?Wang Ping's brow moved, a little surprised.

You should know that supernatural powers cannot affect gold. They can use gold to make business cards, which means that this man in the suit is not a simple ghost, but is likely to be a ghost master.

Take the business card carefully.

Even after many years, this business card is still as bright as before.

The person in charge Zhang Lei.

Wang Ping saw a line of words on the business card and was shocked: How is this possible? This is the ghost-controller of the same era as his father?

He knew very well that sixty years ago, in order to fight the supernatural revival, every city would arrange a ghost controller as the person in charge. The responsibility of these persons in charge was to handle supernatural incidents to protect the safety of the city and residents.

However, after the end of the Age of Supernatural Age, the position of the person in charge was also cancelled, and the ghost drivers who used to be the person in charge quickly disappeared.

No one knew where the resigned persons were going, and no one cared about them. He also felt that these people should have died one by one in unknown corners and were completely swallowed by the times.

Things hidden sixty years ago gradually emerged, and it seems that a new round of supernatural era is about to appear.Wang Ping took a deep breath, holding the golden business card in his hand, and felt a strong sense of anxiety in his heart.

If the Age of Supernatural Really Appears, then according to the description in the archives, everyone will face horror and despair next.

However, what is different now from sixty years ago is that there is one more person in this era.

Wang Ping then glanced at a newspaper on the table next to him.

That newspaper should be left behind because of the guests.

On the front of the newspaper, two big words were clearly printed... Yang Jian.

at the same time.

In a dilapidated town full of weeds and trees, which have been abandoned for decades, the appearance of a man shocked the birds nesting in the old house in groups, completely breaking the tranquility here.

Even after sixty years, this place is still in a state of lockdown.

No one comes here except wild animals, and no one knows what the abandoned town is called.

But Yang Jian knew.

Sixty years ago, this town was called Baishui Town.

It was originally a very ordinary town, but a supernatural invasion made this town one of the most dangerous supernatural places in the world. Since then, even the ghost driver who is the captain is unwilling to get close to it, so he can only migrate the residents and block the area to isolate the danger.

Yang Jian walked alone on the abandoned road, his figure was blurry, as if it did not exist in reality.

As he continued to move forward, the scenery on the street in front of him also underwent earth-shaking changes.

The road covered with weeds disappeared and turned into a street that extended into the darkness in the distance. There was no one on the street, clean and tidy, and the tall trees on both sides were gone, replaced by clusters of unknown wild flowers. If you look carefully, those flowers that are not naturally grown at all, but paper flowers folded from paper of various colors.

The most bizarre thing is the buildings on both sides.

The buildings that had been eroded for sixty years had collapsed, but at this moment, these buildings had returned to their original appearance, and some of them were even on lights, as if they were inhabited.

Go along the black road.

Gradually, pedestrians began to appear on the road, and those pedestrians wandered aimlessly in the middle of the road as if waiting for something to arrive.

With Yang Jian's appearance, these people began to gather towards him at the same time, and their originally blurry faces suddenly became clear.

Take a casual look.

Yang Jian saw many acquaintances among these people: Li Jun, Cao Yang, Wang Chaling, Zhou Deng... and Zhang Wei and Miao Xiaoshan.

These people are his acquaintances, but those acquaintances are dead.

Because only the dead will appear among these dead souls.

Countless familiar people leaned over, and they stretched out their hands, and a hint of desire seemed to reveal their numb faces, hoping that Yang Jian could take them away from here and return to the real world.

According to rumors in Baishui Town.

If you can bring the dead soul away from here, the soul will be resurrected in reality.

But the rumors are just rumors, Yang Jian knew exactly what the truth was.

Those resurrected souls are not living people at all, but evil ghosts are just imitating the acquaintances in your memory. The imitation of evil ghosts has a time limit. As time goes by, those acquaintances will gradually become strange and strange, and finally be just like the real evil ghosts.

The only thing that is the familiar face in my memory may be the one I remember.

Yang Jian ignored the familiar dead souls and continued to move forward.

No matter how many souls reach out and wander around, they will never stop Yang Jian, nor touch him. Even if someone in front of them blocks the road and waits for approaching, they will take the initiative to avoid him.

This is not because Yang Jian used his supernatural power, but because the dead souls on this road were bound by some rules.

The boundary between life and death can only be broken by living people, not by dead souls.

Continue to go deeper.

The roads in the distance are getting wider and wider, and the surrounding buildings are getting fewer and fewer, and the wandering souls have become more and more sparse from the previous dense.

And it is in such a place that an old wooden house that has not changed for decades appeared in front of Yang Jian.

He came here sixty years ago, but that time he was to save Wang Shanshan.

But sixty years later, Yang Jian came here not to save anyone, but just to fulfill a promise.

He ignored all danger and entered the wooden house straight.

There were several coffins placed in the wooden house, some of which were opened and some were still closed.

I am coming.Yang Jian's cold and plain voice echoed.

After a long time.

On the wooden staircase leading to the second floor, a slightly old voice responded: Three years and three years, three years and three years, it has been sixty years. You promised to save me and leave here, but you broke your promise. If you had known that this would be the result, I would not have helped you that day.

No, no, you are not him, you are that... ghost boy.

All the same.Yang Jian said.