Chapter 146: Lost Yang Jian, Awakening Memory

Chapter 146: Lost Yang Jian, Awakening Memory

Chapter 146: Lost Yang Jian, Awakening Memory

"Pfft!"

The sound of coffin nails piercing flesh could be heard.

However, just as Yang Jian had pulled out the coffin nails, his movements suddenly stopped.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

For some unknown reason, Yang Jian suddenly heard a strange cry.

This didn't seem to be the cry of the mourning ghosts outside, but a cry coming from a deeper place.

The sound was eerie, like a ghost whimpering, with a strong sense of sadness.

"No! The voice seems to be ringing in my mind."

Suddenly, Yang Jian's expression froze, and the music that had been lingering in his mind disappeared unconsciously, and was replaced by a strange crying sound.

The music that exists in Yang Jian’s memory is the music box music that Yang Jian played when he became an alien.

That kind of music carries a curse, but can also protect people from dying for a certain period of time.

Generally speaking, the music lingering in Yang Jian's memory can also protect Yang Jian's consciousness to a certain extent.

However, just now, the music disappeared, which means that the protection that the music box provided to Yang Jian had been broken unknowingly.

"Were you invaded by that strange crying sound?"

Yang Jian's face looked grim. He should have blocked out the crying sound when he was fighting just now, but the crying sound still appeared in his mind.

Along with the crying, the pictures in Yang Jian's mind became more and more real, and a memory that originally did not exist began to replace the pictures of the real world in his sight.

Yang Jian tried to use his own supernatural powers to resist this invasion, but now he couldn't even open his mouth, let alone use his supernatural powers.

Something completely unexplainable was emerging from the depths of his memory, replacing him.

Yang Jian's body was even covered with a pale mourning dress that was soaked through. Sadness appeared on his face and his body turned pale.

It’s just that because Yang Jian’s real body has now become a ghost, Yang Jian has not been truly replaced even in this situation, and is able to maintain a brief stalemate with this unknown spirit.

However, the next moment.

Suddenly, Yang Jian's eyes went completely dark, and his blurred vision revealed another dark picture without him noticing.

I don't know whether it is what the eyes see or what the brain sees.

Looking at the darkness that suddenly appeared before his eyes, and the strange mourning hall that appeared in the depths of the darkness, Yang Jian stopped all movements and dared not act rashly.

The appearance of a mourning hall in the paranormal incident of the Red and White Devils is really too weird.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The strange crying sounds echoed in the darkness. Even though Yang Jian tried his best to control himself from taking any action, after hearing the crying sounds, he still felt an inexplicable strong curiosity in his heart.

He moved forward in the darkness. The darkness was so strange that the only thing he could see clearly was the mourning hall in front of him. He could not see anything around him.

But every time Yang Jian moved forward, he seemed to be able to step on the ground accurately.

As he moved forward step by step, Yang Jian soon arrived outside the mourning hall.

"Whose funeral hall is this?"

With curiosity, Yang Jian looked around the mourning hall.

Then a strange scene appeared.

The mourning hall, which originally seemed deserted with only one mourner crying, suddenly, figures appeared in it.

"Such a familiar person"

Yang Jian looked at these figures with thoughtfulness in his eyes. He seemed to have seen them before, but also seemed to have never seen them before.

"Oh, that's Wang Shan."

Deep in his mind, a long-lost memory emerged in Yang Jian's heart. When he looked at one of the faces carefully, he suddenly remembered the other person's identity.

"And this guy is Lao Ying, this is Liu Chuang, and this is Wang Meng"

As Yang Jian's eyes continued to look at one figure after another, carefully sizing up their faces, after seeing their specific appearances clearly, he quickly remembered the identities of these figures.

"We seemed to have a very good relationship before, but why did we have such a good relationship? Why did we have such an intersection?"

Yang Jian looked at the figures around the mourning hall and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

He could feel that he had such a good relationship with these people that he was indistinguishable from them, but for some reason, he just couldn't remember what kind of relationship he had with them.

It's like, this kind of good relationship is inexplicable, it's just a good relationship, and they are close to each other.

Yang Jian glanced at the figures outside the mourning hall, and his eyes quickly noticed the person carrying him inside the mourning hall.

"Whose family member died?"

Yang Jian had such doubts in his mind, but soon he said a few words inexplicably: "Red and White Twins, Zhang Hao?"

After seeing the mourner with his back to him in the mourning hall, Yang Jian suddenly found that the figures around him also became clearer.

It was as if, at this moment, he finally saw the true appearance of this world and officially integrated into this dark world. The darkness no longer obscured his vision.

Yang Jian instinctively wanted to walk into the mourning hall to see whose funeral it was.

But before going in, he suddenly turned around and looked at the people behind him.

However, after this glance, Yang Jian was stunned again.

These figures were not living people standing there at all, but huge black and white portraits of the dead.

The Wang Shan and the Eagle he had seen before were now just people in the black and white portraits.

"I see. Yes, they are all dead. I am burying my best brothers."

Yang Jian seemed to remember something. He looked into the depths of the mourning hall, where there was a black and white portrait.

The portrait was a little blurry at first, and looked like a young man, but as Yang Jian looked carefully, he soon discovered that it was his own portrait.

"That's right, we're all dead."

"We are all together, we are a group, and all of our people in this group died on the same day, at the same minute, at the same second."

"It's just that they died tragically, without even their bodies left behind, so I have to be the one to hold the funeral for our group."

Yang Jian seemed to remember everything. When he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him had changed.

The person kneeling in front of the coffin had become Yang Jian at some point. He was wearing pale mourning clothes and was kneeling in front of the coffin, crying continuously.

Tears had already soaked Yang Jian's body without him noticing.

Behind the coffin are densely packed black and white portraits of the deceased.

The black and white portraits of Yang Jian, Lao Ying, Wang Shan and Liu Chuang were neatly placed behind the dark coffin, which looked particularly strange.

All the people looking at these portraits, including that of Yang Jian himself, had cold expressions, but their eyes were strangely focused on the weeping Yang Jian.

As these people watched, the people crying were constantly changing.

Sometimes the person crying was Yang Jian, sometimes the person kneeling in front of the coffin crying was Lao Ying, and sometimes it was Wang Shan.

"what's the situation?"

real world.

With the combined efforts of all the captains, although it took some time, they had no problem dealing with these mourning ghosts.

After dealing with the mourning ghosts in the square, just when Han Mo was about to deal with the last mourning ghost, everyone discovered Yang Jian's abnormality.

"I don't know! Maybe he was attacked by the source ghost?"

Cao Yang walked around Yang Jian. Yang Jian was wearing pale mourning clothes at the moment. His skin had strangely lost its color. Han Mo almost mistook him for a mourning ghost.

If he had not noticed the golden spear in Yang Jian's hand, he would have been attacked by now.

"Look here! Maybe it's because of the ghost lake."

Liu San found the wet mourning clothes lying in a puddle of water.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and couldn't help feeling solemn.

"Yang Jian controls 40% of the ghost lake's spirits, and the other 60% of the ghost lake's spirits should be controlled by Bai Sha."

Cao Yang spoke in a deep voice. He was quite familiar with this supernatural event.

"The corpse water on those mourning ghosts just now was formed by the water of Ghost Lake."

"If that's the case, with the supernatural beings of the two ghost lakes coming into contact, doesn't that mean Yang Jian is now invaded by the ghost lake?" Liu San looked a little solemn.

Although he had not fought many battles with Ghost Lake, he still remembered vividly how terrifying this ghost was.

"This is not the worst. If Yang Jian is also controlled by Bai Sha, then he might turn into a new mourning ghost and attack us."

He Yiner looked at Yang Jian's situation and came to this conclusion.

What a joke! Law enforcement captain Yang Jian became a ghost in mourning clothes? This conclusion seemed absurd to anyone, but after careful observation, one had to be sure that this might happen.

"Then, do we want to take action to restrict him? After all, if Yang Jian really revives, he will be difficult to deal with." Li Leping said in a deep voice.

"Let's wait and see. I don't think Yang Jian will be defeated so easily." Liu San shook his head at this time.

"When we were facing Ghost Lake, we also encountered the situation where Yangjian was invaded."

"At that time, Shen Lin was controlled by Gui Hu and invaded Yang Jian for some special reasons, but in the end, nothing happened to Yang Jian."

"We can indeed wait." Li Jun nodded in agreement.

"I just noticed that Yang Jian was followed by a big wolf dog, but now the wolf dog has disappeared."

"Perhaps giving Yang Jian some time can solve this problem."

Sister Hong watched the conversation between the crowd and didn't say anything, just watched.

As for the big black dog, Sister Hong certainly knew very well what it was.

"I didn't expect that ghosts could be controlled so well. As expected, what Zhang Dong said was right. Letting future generations follow their own path can indeed lead to different paths."

Sister Hong was thinking this in her heart, and suddenly she seemed to have discovered something and her expression became alert.

At this time, the other captains seemed to have noticed the changes around them and stopped observing Yang Jian.

"Something is approaching, is it the Red and White Devils?"

He Yin'er held a stick of incense in her hand, ready to light it and start summoning the soul at any time.

Cao Yang held a lit red candle in his hand. The flame on the candle was burning fiercely, representing the danger at the moment.

In the dim and colorless city, the crying sounds had become sparse at some point, and only one or two wails could be heard occasionally, but they would disappear immediately.

However, even when everything seemed calm, the fierce burning of the ghost candle indicated the danger hidden in the dark.

Four puppets appeared beside Sister Hong at some point.

Although the faces of these puppets looked lifelike, they just stood there stupidly without moving, as if they were missing something key.

"Ding Dong!"

In the empty and silent city, the sound of a piece of iron falling to the ground was heard.

At this moment, everyone was attracted by the sound and looked in the direction where the sound came from. That was the direction where Sister Hong was.

"That's a copper coin? But what's the use of it?"

All the captains had puzzled looks in their eyes.

However, at this moment, a strange scene appeared.

At some point, a person suddenly appeared next to the coin and bent down to pick it up.

The man's skin was pale and colorless. He was wearing mourning clothes, a face covering, and holding a bone club.

His appearance seemed to make the surrounding environment darker, making it even harder to see each other's appearance.

But even so, everyone recognized each other's identity at the first moment.

"This is the White Demon from the Red and White Demons!"

"Take action!"

Although I don’t know why this ghost appeared at this time and bent down to pick up the coin.

But these captains have grown step by step to where they are today, so they will naturally not fail to grasp the opportunity.

The ghostly green fire poured out from Li Jun's face like crazy and spread to the white figure in front of him.

At this moment, a strong wind blew up, trying to blow up Bai Sha who was bending over to pick up the coins, and prolong the time he needed to pick up the coins.

Incense with a faint smell of corpse appeared at this moment, and He Yin'er lit the first soul-calling incense stick and began to call back the soul.

Black smoke came out of Li Leping's body, and he suddenly appeared behind Bai Sha who was picking up copper coins in front.

On the ground, strange and unclear figures appeared, and these figures pounced towards the Baisha in front of them with some unknown curse.

Countless paper figures walked out from all over the city, ready to attack the white evil in front of them.

In just a few moments, these captains had launched more than a dozen attacks against Bai Sha.

At the same time, the four puppets beside Sister Hong suddenly and strangely turned into eight.

The cold wind caused Zhang Hao, who was originally planning to pick up the copper coin, to pause for a moment. However, at this moment, the ghostly green fire had already ignited his body.

Then some kind of mortal spirit appeared from behind and acted on Zhang Hao.

This is Li Leping's supernatural power. The ghost is looking for people, and those who are found will die.

Then, there appeared those strange and unclear human figures, who pounced on Zhang Hao one by one. Each figure represented a terrorist attack.

Then, one paper figure after another came over. These paper figures stood together, superimposing some kind of terrifying spirit. At a certain moment, they launched a unified attack and began to erode Zhang Hao's body.

Under these heavy attacks, Zhang Hao just picked up the copper coin and then stopped moving, as if he had lost his movement.

"Success?"

He Yin'er stared ahead with a look of doubt and uncertainty.

This was an attack launched by six captains at the same time, and the cumulative effect can be imagined.

"Although I would like to say it has been suppressed, but judging from the current situation, I am afraid it has not been suppressed. The Red Evil has not appeared yet, and the White Evil has not restarted."

Liu San's voice was solemn.

Unlike He Yin'er, He Yin'er didn't know much about the Red and White Devils because she had been submerged in the lake for half a year.

Although He Yin'er later hated the Red and White Devils, they never fought against each other.

As for Liu San, he had already attacked him together with Han Mo when the Red and White Devils had just appeared.

He knew very well what was the most difficult part about the Red and White Devils, and that was the mutual restart between the two Devils.

The reactivated supernatural power has not yet been used, so there is no way that Bai Sha can be suppressed.

Whether it is the White Evil or the Red Evil, they both have extremely strong spiritual powers and their own methods of restarting.

With the superposition of these supernatural restarts, the Red and White Devils can truly be said to be infinitely restarted.

Sure enough, just as his words fell.

Bai Sha's skin turned paler again, and the colorless black and white spirit began to invade everything around him in a way that no one could understand.

This invasion was far more horrific than any other invasion in the city.

If other places were invaded by black and white monsters, they lost their colors and fell into a special state.

The one who was invaded next to Bai Sha fell into an even more bizarre situation.

The dark green ghost fire was still burning fiercely on Bai Sha's body, as if it wanted to completely turn Bai Sha into its own burning firewood.

However, the next moment, the dark green ghost fire began to turn gray.

As if some non-existent spirit had transformed the dark green flame of the ghost fire into a grayish-white flame at this moment.

The violent and stinking wind was still blowing, trying to blow Bai Sha away.

However, at this moment Bai Sha stood there motionless. As the cold wind continued to blow through the mourning clothes on his body, the sound of the wind gradually became weird at this moment.

It was like in a strong wind, there was a group of invisible strange figures crying in the wind, and intermittent crying sounds came from the wind.

Li Leping behind him was grabbing Bai Sha, but just as Li Leping's palm was touching Bai Sha, some strange spirit was invading his body.

Li Leping's hands began to turn black and white, until half of his body had turned black and white.

A memory that was not his was emerging in his mind.

That memory seemed to exist deep in his consciousness. It seemed to be a memory that Li Leping had forgotten for some reason after becoming a ghost rider.

In that memory, Li Leping even remembered his own name again.

Li Leping is just his pseudonym after becoming a ghost rider.

Because he controlled the Forgotten Ghost, he forgot his past, so he named himself Li Leping.

It means to be content with one's destiny and have peace throughout one's life.

There was a rare hint of confusion in Li Leping's eyes. That memory was something he had experienced before and was the reason why he became a ghost rider. However, he had forgotten it because he was too desperate.

That was the memory of a funeral. Li Leping became a ghost rider because he met the forgotten ghost at that funeral.

As his memory became clearer, Li Leping's eyes were sometimes strange and sometimes normal, like a madman who had gone mad.

He kept muttering to himself as his clothes were being replaced by white mourning clothes, with half of his body covered with a wet mourning dress.

"I remember now. I remember everything. My original name was Zhang Hao!"

(End of this chapter)