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Taiping Ancient Town does not seem to be peaceful.
Yang Jian entered a street that did not exist in reality, and gave back the previous mask, but a three-yuan note was strangely returned to him at the unmanned booth.
This three-yuan banknote does not belong to the money of any era, and from the color and style of the paper, it looks like fake money produced by a small workshop, but this banknote can be regarded as a supernatural item, but the only thing that makes him suspicious is What is the difference between the three yuan note and the seven yuan note?
Is it only the denomination that is different?
Yang Jian was exploring on that street, but Liu San's paper figurine stopped in front of an ancestral hall in Taiping Ancient Town.
A one-eyed old man in his sixties, holding an enamel teacup and slightly hunchbacked, stopped Liu San from approaching.
Liu San was in a state of surprise at the moment. He looked at this person. Although at first glance, this person looked ordinary and had nothing to be surprised about, but when he looked closely, he revealed an unusual sense of weirdness.
"Ghost master?" After a brief hesitation, he immediately asked.
The hunchbacked old man holding an enamel teacup in the ancestral hall said: "The ancestral hall in Taiping Town is not a place where you, a dead person, can set foot. Don't ask so many questions, just go back to where you came from."
"Your place is haunted. I'm here to investigate on behalf of the headquarters. Do you know Ghost Lake? Zhongzhou City has been blocked because of this matter, and many people have died." Liu San stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, not daring to step in easily.
He is asking, and also finding out what's going on here.
"It's not something I can control when there are no ghosts outside, and when there are no dead people. I'm just a guardian of the ancestral hall. I don't know so much." The hunchbacked old man had a bad temper and said impatiently.
"Where's the ghost lake in Taiping Town? The source seems to come from here, you always know about it."
Liu San continued: "Several of my colleagues have entered the ancient town to investigate. If you have any clues, old man, I hope you can tell me that this supernatural incident can be dealt with as soon as possible and the tranquility of this town can be restored sooner. People like me will never come here again, what do you think?"
He couldn't figure out the details of this person, so he asked more politely and patiently.
"If I say I don't know, I don't know."
The hunchbacked old man walked up a few steps, opened his eyes and said angrily: "It's not good to talk to a dead person like you, get out of here quickly, if you don't get out, I won't even let you be a dead person."
Although Liu San's complexion is still sallow and weird, but his eyes have darkened, he has tolerated this person enough, although he doesn't know the details of this one-eyed old man, but the left and right are just a ghost master who has acquired supernatural power , even if he really took action, he was confident enough to deal with it.
"We have received an order from above to investigate the situation here. I hope you can cooperate. This ancestral hall is weird. I want to go in and have a look. If you really want to do something, then you'd better think clearly. There are my colleagues outside. , and even if you can kill us, the headquarters will still send other people over, and the situation will not be what it is now."
"If you can cooperate with me, then nothing will happen."
There was a bit of threat in his words, telling the old man that he was not alone, but a group of people. Besides, there was the headquarters behind him, and he was not an unknown person.
This hunchbacked old man stared at Liu San with one pale eye.
The atmosphere is a little dignified.
"I have never believed the words of dead people. If you want to come in, just come in." The old man spoke directly, but his attitude was self-evident.
As long as Liu San dares to enter the ancestral hall, the end will be very bad.
"In that case, then I will not be polite." Liu San was also bold and not afraid.
He really crossed the gate and walked into the ancestral hall.
at the same time.
Several footsteps came from behind, and two more Liu San appeared. They stood not far from the ancestral hall, one on the left and the other on the right, watching every move here.
Liu San who walked into the ancestral hall was just a paper man used to find the way, and even this paper man was ready to disappear in the ancestral hall.
"boom!"
As soon as Liu San entered the ancestral hall, before he had taken two steps, the heavy door of the ancestral hall next to him was closed with a loud bang.
The surrounding light suddenly dimmed.
The hall of the ancestral hall was filled with smog, and in the vague place where the smog drifted, several people appeared, and those people stood there in a row like spirit tablets??Everything is so normal.
But if this kind of restraint is opened, then all the horrible things will be staged.
"It's no wonder that ordinary people will leave quickly when they walk in front of the mask booth after entering here by mistake. This place is so eerie, weird and quiet, no one dares to continue strolling." Yang Jian thought to himself.
This street is deserted, sells masks, and makes paper figurines, who dares to wander around.
"You shouldn't stay for too long, you should go." Yang Jian was only driven by curiosity to investigate, and now he plans to leave after looking around.
"Buy one, it's very cheap, only three yuan." But he was about to turn around and leave.
A hawking voice echoed in his ears strangely.
The owner of the paper-making shop seems to be soliciting business.
Yang Jian stopped walking and looked left and right, but there was still nothing.
Perhaps a certain paper figurine spoke, or perhaps there were evil spirits and ghosts wandering in this dark, cold paper-making shop.
"Buy one, choose one for three yuan."
The voice didn't stop, it was still reverberating, and the more Yang Jian walked out, the more urgent the voice was, as if someone was lying on your shoulder, persuading you in your ear.
It sounds creepy.
The weirdest thing is.
When he walked to the door of the store, he suddenly found out.
The two paper figurines, one black and one hundred standing next to the paper-making shop before, unexpectedly stood side by side in the middle of the doorway at some point. The drawn stiff faces turned towards Yang Jian, as if blocking his way.
"What to do? Buy and sell by force?"
Yang Jian's eyes were gloomy, and he tightly held the cracked spear in his hand.
"Choose one for three yuan. It's very cheap. It used to be nine yuan." In the dark shop, the strange voice was still echoing.
This voice only appeared in Yang Jian's ears, and others seemed unable to hear it.
"It's not just the two paper figurines at the door of the store, other abnormalities also appeared." Yang Jian ignored the voice and peeped around with ghostly eyes.
Found a beautiful paper figurine, moved two meters forward from the pile of paper figurines next to it, then stood there strangely without moving, as if to tell Yang Jian to buy it.
There are also other paper things that have begun to move, completely different from when they were placed before.
"What kind of place is this?" Yang Jian turned his head, feeling extraordinarily solemn.
After pondering for a while.
He made a decision, and took out the green three yuan from his pocket.
Spend money to eliminate disasters.
Still don't fight with the ghosts on this ancient street. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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