Why is it him?
Isn't he dead?
For a moment, Wang Jian's face turned pale, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The person who walked into the teahouse turned out to be Ling Zhiyun, the deputy director of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau who died six months ago.
At this time, Ling Zhiyun turned around and looked at Wang Jian.
The moment Wang Jian looked at him, he felt someone staring at him from behind.
For a moment, the two looked at each other.
There was an old woman standing next to Ling Zhiyun at this time.
She said to Ling Zhiyun: "My master is upstairs, Master Ling, let's go up."
"Wait a minute, I see an acquaintance."
Ling Zhiyun said calmly, and walked towards Wang Jian.
Wang Jian stared blankly at Ling Zhiyun at this time, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
The moment Ling Zhiyun turned around and looked at him, he never imagined that it was really him.
In Wang Jian's memory, that night half a year ago, too many people with supernatural powers died in the Supernatural Investigation Bureau.
When he and Dabai rushed there, the whole building was full of corpses and the smell of blood, and everyone looked familiar but not familiar.
The familiar face made me feel angry.
It was anger from the heart.
Although all the humanoid zombies were finally eliminated, it can be said that both sides suffered losses.
Only Zhao Xueru and a few superpowers were left in the entire Supernatural Investigation Bureau.
"You, aren't you already dead?"
Wang Jian said tremblingly.
I saw Ling Zhiyun's body with my own eyes.
He was lying on the ground, covered in blood, and his entire abdomen was torn open by the humanoid zombie, exposing his ribs and bloody internal organs.
Ling Zhiyun was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I did die at that time, but don't forget my true identity."
True Identity: What is his true identity?
Has he ever told himself?
Wang Jian's face was full of doubts.
Ling Zhiyun caught the change in Wang Jian's expression at a glance, and he said with a puzzled face: "I remember I told you."
"No."
Wang Jian shook his head, a light flashing in his eyes.
Ling Zhiyun put his head next to Wang Jian's ear and whispered: "My true identity is the reincarnation of ghosts.
I come from the underworld, so if I don't get scattered, I won't die."
In an instant, Wang Jian couldn't help but shudder.
He murmured: "Ghost, the ghost is reincarnated."
"Yes, this is my second reincarnation.
The first time I failed, that is, my body was destroyed."
Ling Zhiyun said, taking out a pair of sunglasses from his arms and putting them on his eyes, plus he was dressed in black The robe he wore really looked a bit like a charlatan fortune teller.
"Then what are you doing now and calling yourself Ling Zhiyun?"
Wang Jian asked.
"No" Ling Zhiyun grinned and raised his middle finger and said: "My name is Ling Fan now.
You can call me whatever you want.
Just don't call me Director Ling.
You can also call me Master Ling.
I am now His profession is a fortune teller, and he specializes in studying some supernatural events in Jiangnan City.”
Wang Jian nodded thoughtfully, thinking that this guy wouldn't be so boring.
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He must have some conspiracy behind his two reincarnations in the mortal world, and his current identity could easily make him suspicious.
Thinking of this, Wang Jian thought, forget it, what does his matter have to do with him?
Dabai said that he should not mess with some things, and he was still very clear about it.
"Then get busy, I'll leave first."
Wang Jian said calmly, preparing to turn around and leave.
"Wait a minute, I'll take you to see something."
Ling Zhiyun said with a mysterious face.
"What do you see?"
A trace of doubt flashed in Wang Jian's eyes.
"You will know if you come with me."
Ling Zhiyun said, reaching out and pulling Wang Jian towards the teahouse.
The old woman at the door of the teahouse pointed at Wang Jian with a puzzled face and said: "This is"
"He is my assistant."
Ling Zhiyun said, "Your master is upstairs, right?
I will go to whichever box I want."
"The third one."
The old woman said quickly.
Wang Jian was very puzzled at this time, wondering what kind of plane Ling Zhiyun was making, and why he had brought him here so well.
His face was full of doubts, and he looked very puzzled.
The two of them walked to the second floor of the teahouse, and Ling Zhiyun led Wang Jian straight to the third box.
Pushing open the door of the box, Ling Zhiyun slowly stretched his head and took a look, then waved to Wang Jian, who quickly followed.
I saw an old man sitting in the box, with no hair on his bald head, holding a pot of tea in his hand and watching it slowly.
"Mr.
Zhao, I'm here."
"Here he comes."
Mr.
Zhao raised his head and glanced at Ling Zhiyun and then at Wang Jiandao: "This is the person behind you" "My assistant."
"Oh, I didn't expect Master Ling to have an assistant."
Mr.
Zhao stroked his beard and smiled.
"Mr.
Zhao, why did you invite me here this time?"
Ling Zhiyun went straight to the point, and deliberately said the word "please" in a very strong way.
Mr.
Zhao was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of sadness and he said: "Hey, it's a bit strange to say it."
"I just like hearing strange things."
Ling Zhiyun replied.
Wang Jian was standing aside.
His eyes were already looking through the window at the No. 4 Middle School not far away.
The exam was not over yet, and the school gate was full of parents.
Mr.
Zhao poured two cups of tea and handed them to Ling Zhiyun and Wang Jianda: "I have had the same dream every night for the past few days.
In the dream, a woman in red grabbed my trouser legs tightly and refused to let me go.
Her face It’s very ferocious, and it looks very scary.
I’m scared to wake up every time, and the strange thing is that I wake up at the same time.”
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"When?"
Ling Zhiyun asked.
"At one o'clock at night."
Mr.
Zhao said as his big forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
He stretched out his hand to wipe it and said: "I am very puzzled and can't figure it out."
"The same dream, the woman in red, late at night."
Ling Zhiyun murmured, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"When did it start?"
"Just three days ago, I just returned to Jiangnan City."
Mr.
Zhao replied.
"Then you are not from Jiangnan City" "No, I was born in Jiangnan City, but I left Jiangnan City fifty years ago when I was twenty."
"Then where have you been staying since you returned to Jiangnan City these days?"
"I stayed at my niece's house on the first day, but I didn't pay attention to the strange dream that day.
Who knew it happened again the next night?
I suspected that her house was not very clean, so I changed I found a place to stay.
I stayed at an old comrade’s house last night, but that dream happened again.”
"Mr.
Zhao, carry it over first and I'll show you."
Ling Zhiyun said calmly.
Mr.
Zhao nodded and turned his chair around.
I saw Ling Zhiyun take out a palm-sized mirror from his arms and look at Mr.
Zhao: