At the headquarters, Yang Jian walked through a downward passage and arrived at a spacious underground warehouse.

"This is where supernatural objects are stored. There is a supernatural object placed in each of those rooms. You can look all the way through and pick it out if you like it."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the rooms and said to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at those rooms. There were at least dozens of rooms, which also meant that there were really a lot of supernatural items in the headquarters.

"There are quite a lot of things, and the headquarters has a really deep foundation."

Yang Jian muttered in his heart and glanced at an old man standing next to Wang Xiaoming, his eyes thoughtful.

"The Headquarters' Dinghai Shenzhen? No wonder the Headquarters has the confidence to check and balance all the ghost masters."

Seeing Yang Jian looking over, Mr. Qin smiled at him:

"You've grown so big in the blink of an eye. Young boy Yang is pretty good."

Hearing this, Yang Jian was a little confused:

"you know me?"

Mr. Qin had a smile on his face:

"I gave you your name. It can be seen that you are not very disgusted with this name. Your father was also a very good man and was considered a leader among the previous generation. Unfortunately, he died early.

"

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and the look he stared at the old man was a little... complicated?

"Dad is a ghost master? I thought he was just an ordinary person."

Yang Jian's eyes flashed. The word father often appeared in his childhood. He would see his father's appearance every day. On the altar, there was a black and white photo of him.

He remembered that when he was a child, his mother often looked at the portrait without saying anything for a long time, and even started sobbing softly while looking at it. He didn't know how to comfort her every time.

His father is too strange in his heart...

"Boy, don't think too much. I can't do anything about your dad. This is the path he chose." Mr. Qin said.

Yang Jian shook his head, his expression surprisingly calm:

"I don't think too much. Everyone has their own choice. My father is like this, and so am I."

Mr. Qin smiled and nodded, not paying much attention to what Yang Jian said.

But at this time, Coco pulled Wang Xiaoming's clothes. Wang Xiaoming lowered his head and looked at Coco with some confusion:

"Are you alright?"

Coco looked extremely serious at this moment, looking at Wang Xiaoming:

"Uncle Wang, dad asked you to return mom's things to me."

"Huh? Mom's stuff?" Wang Xiaoming was a little confused.

"Yeah! Mom's stuff!" Coco nodded seriously and confirmed it again.

Hearing Keke's words, Yang Jian looked slightly weird. It's her mother's things. Isn't this little girl's mother the Cunning Bride?

So the mother’s things should belong to the Cunning Bride. From this point of view, if nothing else, it’s the Cunning Bride’s jigsaw puzzle.

"There is still a puzzle piece of the Cunning Bride in the headquarters? This is interesting."

Mr. Qin looked at the little girl in bright red clothes with a slightly complicated expression and a rare hesitation. After thinking for a while, he answered Coco's question for Wang Xiaoming.

"Little girl, your mother's things cannot be given to you for the time being. Your father can only get those things by himself. If I give them to you, your father will not feel very good."

Hearing Mr. Qin's words, Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized that it was that thing.

After hearing this, Keke immediately slumped down and looked at the old man listlessly, with disappointment and entanglement on his face:

"Okay, no more."

When Yang Jian saw Coco's appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he had a bad guess in his heart. Could this little girl want to give something to the strange bride?

This should...not be possible.

Mr. Qin smiled and said nothing. He gave the thing to this little girl now. Lin Qianliang was 100% cool. He didn't even have to hold a wedding in the future. He just skipped the key point of balance. Then, there was nothing more.

The bride completes a big piece of the puzzle, and the chaos begins...

"Professor Wang, take Yang Jian to pick out something. I'll wait for you here. This little girl will follow and give her the music box. This is hers."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and looked at Coco with a slightly strange expression. After thinking about it, he nodded:

"Well, I understand."

"Let's go, finish picking it up quickly, I still have research to do."

Yang Jian looked at the old man and then at Coco, his eyes flickering.

"It seems that Coco's problem is not small."

Mr. Qin watched the three people walking towards those rooms with a very calm expression. He was very optimistic about Yang Jian. Needless to say, he was very optimistic about this.

As for Coco, Mr. Qin is very complicated. This little girl has a big problem.

"It's not easy to deal with. Let's see what kind of situation Mr. Lin is in then."

The old man's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked away from the three of them, no longer looking at them.

"what is that."

Yang Jian asked, pointing to a golden box in a room.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at it, recalled it a little, and remembered this thing:

"As for this room...I remember correctly, it should be a shroud. It is used to wrap corpses, but it can be used on ghosts. It can completely suppress the ghosts' actions. So far, it has not failed.

Recording, but the shortcoming is also obvious, that is, it takes a little time."

"This thing is similar to the ghost rope on your body. It's a bit useless to you."

Hearing this, Yang Jian nodded, agreeing with Wang Xiaoming's point of view:

"It's really a bit useless. It takes time to wrap up a ghost, and the ghost won't give you such time. When you wrap the ghost in the shroud, the ghost will probably kill you several times, and the ghost won't give you time."

Having said this, Yang Jian paused slightly, and a red light flashed in his eyes:

"Wait a minute...it seems there are some ghosts that don't move much."

Suddenly, he thought of the tall rotting male corpse in the Caesar Hotel in City Z.

"If I had had this shroud, I might have been much more relaxed."

"It's a pity. I should have come to the headquarters earlier to have a look, otherwise I wouldn't have opened one eye again."

Yang Jian shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and walked towards the next room. He would not choose something as impractical as a shroud.

There are very few places where this thing can be used, not even compared to the ghost rope. The only advantage is that it can form absolute suppression, making the trapped ghost unable to move.

Wang Xiaoming didn't seem surprised that Yang Jian didn't choose this thing. No one with a little bit of brain would want this thing.

After walking through each room, Yang Jian saw many supernatural objects, such as music boxes, shrouds, human skin lanterns, dead streamers, human skin bags, ghost money...

Although he wasn't very interested in most things, it increased his knowledge and allowed him to learn a lot of incredible things, which can be regarded as some growth.

In addition, Yang Jian also clearly understood how strong the headquarters' background was.

It's already pretty good for a ghost controller to get one supernatural object, but here he saw dozens of them. He had to admit that the energy of the headquarters was indeed huge, not just one or two inflated ghost controllers.

can be fought against.

Of course, except for some people, Lin Qian, a pervert, has countless supernatural items on his body. According to this guy's character, who doesn't even let go of ghosts, he must have a lot of things on his body.

"This is..." Yang Jian's eyes suddenly moved and he stopped in front of the door of a small room.

Through the glass window, he saw a door standing in the room inside, an old wooden door.

The wooden door is a single-opening style, covered with red paint. What people notice is that the door is covered with chains. The chains are specially made and made of gold. It seems that the people at the headquarters do not want this door.

was opened.

The reason Yang Jian paid attention to this door was because the color and style of the paint on it looked a bit like...a ghost closet.

Hearing Yang Jian's voice, Wang Xiaoming glanced at the music box that Coco was playing with, looked at where Yang Jian was staying, his eyes flickered slightly, and he walked over.

"This is the ghost door. Although it looks like just a wooden door, when it is opened, a fierce ghost walks out of it. Behind the door seems to be connected to a terrifying ghost realm. Many people were sacrificed to imprison this thing, so for the sake of safety

Consider that this thing is prohibited from being applied for use."

"I have also researched it, but the results are not ideal. I haven't come up with anything. This thing is very dangerous."

"Of course, Mr. Qin usually throws some evil ghosts in. This thing is very effective for imprisoning evil ghosts."

Hearing this, Yang Jian was a little surprised that the headquarters actually had this thing, but then he also became a little surprised. No wonder the headquarters dared to let the ghost controller send the ghost to the headquarters.

It turns out that it’s not just for research, but also for finding a solution.

Looking at the old wooden door, Yang Jian suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked extremely vigilant.

I saw that the old wooden door in the room suddenly began to vibrate violently, and the door handle was twisted by something, as if something behind the door wanted to open the door and come out.

However, because the chain wrapped around the door prevented the door from opening, it still opened a gap from time to time due to violent vibrations.

The place behind the crack in the door was dark and cold, revealing a deep strangeness, as if to say that no one should come near inside.

"What's going on?" Yang Jian turned to look at Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and looked at the ghost gate with a very calm expression:
To be continued...