The first floor of the old house is a little dark, but because it has been cleaned, it doesn't look so spooky.

"Yang Jian, why are you locking the painting in the gold box? My painting is not human skin."

Lin Qian reached out and picked up the gold box on the ground, poured out all the ashes inside, and threw it to Yang Jian.

The painting inside turned into ashes after Lin Qian came out of the painting. This was normal, after all, the ghost painting was in his hands.

Yang received the golden box and looked at the rolled-up painting in Lin Qian's hand strangely. The supernatural feeling was so terrifying that he didn't even dare to look at it with his ghostly eyes.

There have been only a handful of cases like this so far, but this one has never been the most intense.

"What are you doing?"

Without answering Lin Qian's words, Yang Jian asked doubtfully.

"Is this a ghost painting?"

Upon hearing Yang Jian's inquiry, Lin Qian did not answer his question immediately, but looked at Heitan who was standing in Yang Jian with a nervous look on his face.

"Who is this black charcoal? It looks supernatural and not weak."

Zhang Hao:......

Zhang Hao looked at Lin Qian with a resentful look, and after holding back for a long time, he said:

"Brother Qian, I am Zhang Hao, the Zhang Hao who followed you to dig your grave last time."

Hearing this, Lin Qian suddenly remembered it and instantly remembered it. After looking Zhang Hao up and down for a while, he nodded:

"Well, it's a little dark, but it's not bad."

Zhang Hao remained silent, obviously he didn't want others to call him evil.

Except for the whites of his eyes, there is no other part of his body that is not black. Black people at least have white teeth.

He's good, even his teeth are black. He's as black as grandma's house. He turns off the lights at night and becomes invisible.

Seeing that Zhang Hao was silent, Lin Qian touched her nose and said to be honest, it was him who caused Zhang Hao to do this.

When he helped him control the ghost, he never thought that the ghost's skin would be so dark.

Patting Zhang Hao's shoulder, Lin Qian smiled and comforted:

"Just be darker, at least you won't be afraid of the sun."

Zhang Hao remained silent like this, and gave Lin Qian a smile that was uglier than crying. This comfort was not as comfortable as not being comforted.

Lin Qian smiled and didn't pay too much attention. He turned to look at Yang Jian. When he saw Yang Jian staring at the ghost painting in his hand, he couldn't help but shook his head:

"Don't look at it, it's just a ghost painting, a ghost painting from the source."

After hearing this, Yang Jian suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Qian. After seeing Lin Qian's extremely calm expression, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that there was no problem.

"You guys, you've done a really big job. You're just holding the ghost painting like this, aren't you afraid of something happening?"

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. Now he knew why his ghost eyes didn't dare to look at it. It was just as he thought.

Lin Qian disagreed and didn't take Yang Jian's words seriously. He hugged Yang Jian's neck, looked around, and said with some surprise:

"Are you looking for the secrets of the Republic of China?"

Yang Jian looked at the hand holding his neck, his eyelids twitching. The ghost painting was only a few feet away from him, which was a bit dangerous.

But with Lin Qian here, there should be no problem.

"Well, the Republic of China is too mysterious, and there is very little information left, but almost all supernatural objects seem to be related to the Republic of China."

"For example, the things in this old house, I can confirm that they were left over from the Republic of China period."

Having said this, Yang Jian stretched out his hand to break away from Lin Qian's hand and told the ghost painting to stay away from him. Although he didn't know why Lin Qian came out of the painting, it was not important.

Everyone has secrets, and so does he. The same is true for Lin Qian, but it's just a big or small secret.

"You have used the ghost closet and been tortured by him. You should know some secrets of the Republic of China. I don't believe you haven't investigated it."

Lin Qian didn't care when Yang Jian broke free of his hand, and just looked outside with a smile, disapproving of what Yang Jian said about the secrets of the Republic of China.

"Why do I have nothing to do to investigate those things? It's just the Republic of China. It's so ruined. There's really no need to investigate. I might as well eat and drink to make myself comfortable."

"With all your spare time, you might as well find a way to solve the ghost problem on your body."

"Looking at your state, have you made a move recently? It's still a big move. What have you done recently? Your body has become like this."

Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian. Now Yang Jian's body was like a dead person, starting to rot. If this situation continued, the ghost's instinct would be uncontrollable.

Hearing Lin Qian's words, Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, and he already had a guess in his heart. Lin Qian knew a lot, at least more than he needed to know, otherwise he wouldn't have said that the Republic of China was in ruins.

But seeing that Lin Qian didn't want to say anything, and Yang Jian didn't want to ask, it was better to maintain a sense of expectation for the Republic of China, which was a good thing for him.

His emotions disappear too quickly now and he needs to maintain a sense of expectation for new things.

"A few days ago, I went to the Caesar Hotel again, took away the hatchet, and almost died in some accident."

"It's been like this since we came out."

Yang Jian told the cause and result of the matter without expression, as if it was an insignificant matter.

Knowing that she had gone to the Caesar Hotel, Lin Qian suddenly understood. She stared at Yang Jian and marveled:

"It seems you need a supernatural weapon, otherwise you wouldn't take such a big risk."

"But looking at your state, it's unreasonable not to change your body. How about I give you a trick?"

Seeing Lin Qian's weird expression, Yang Jian suddenly hesitated, thinking to himself, this guy didn't want to kill himself, right? Just like the last time he was asked to trick the bride.

But after thinking about it, Yang Jian still nodded and listened first. If it was reliable, then do it. If it was not reliable, just pretend that he didn't hear it.

"Tell me."

"Isn't it the instinct of a ghost to have a good body?"

Yang Jian nodded, that's right. When Yang Jian nodded, Lin Qian smiled and continued.

"Think about it, is there anything in this world that is better than having a body made of ghosts?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian suddenly fell silent, his eyes flashing with emotion.

Seeing that Yang Jian had new ideas, Lin Qian quickly struck while the iron was hot and continued:

"Serious ghosts. If they are too strong, you won't be able to handle them. If they are too weak, they will only drag you down. I thought about it carefully and think the ghost in the Caesar Hotel is good. Do you want to consider it?

Take him out and use him as your body?"

Hearing Lin Qian's words, Yang Jian's face turned dark and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"Lin Qian, is that thing no longer strong? Do you think I can hold it down?"

Well……

Lin Qian touched his chin and nodded, feeling that it made sense:

"You're right, you're too weak to be able to suppress me, so that's not good."

Hearing Lin Qian's straightforward words, Yang Jian's face turned ashen.

"Lin Qian, that's enough. Not everyone is you..."

"Ahem, okay, no more joking, but I'm right about one thing, you really need to control the next ghost, but don't worry, I will help you find one when I come back, I guarantee you will be satisfied."

After hearing this, Yang Jian's face looked better. He looked at Lin Qian, looked at the ghost painting in his hand, thought for a while and said:

"Are you going to control the ghost painting? Are you sure?"

"Yes, there are, but there are some hidden dangers that are difficult to deal with."

Speaking of this, Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian with some expectation in his eyes:

"How about you enter the ghost painting with me? I will give you special privileges so that you can open the ghost realm. Can you help me intercept a powerful ghost?"

"Oh? You're not even easy to deal with? What kind of evil ghost is so outrageous?" Yang Jian asked doubtfully.

"Ahem, the tricky bride..."

Lin Qian coughed twice and spoke in a low voice.

Yang Jian walked out of the old house expressionlessly. He didn't want to see Lin Qian now.

"Don't be cowardly, she's just a sneaky bride. I believe you can intercept her."

Lin Qian put her arms around Yang Jian's neck, hugged him and walked outside.

Hearing this, Yang Jian's face turned even darker:

"I want to live a few more days."

Well……

Lin Qian smiled and didn't pay much attention, and took out a jar of resurrecting wine from a small black cloth bag.

"Okay, no more joking, you have drank this stuff, it will be helpful to you."

After passing the wine to Yang Jian, Lin Qian lost his joking expression and became serious again:

"I have to leave. The control of ghost painting cannot be delayed any longer. You can wait until I come back to talk about your physical problems, or you can find a solution on your own. Although your brain is not as good as mine, at least it is not bad. I believe you can solve it.
To be continued...