Mysterious Resurrection: I am Jiang Shang, commanding ghosts and becoming a god

Chapter 207 Yang Xiaotian's Gaze
After Jiang Shan entered a restaurant on the second floor of the Caesar Hotel and lit a white ghost candle, he knew the source of the footsteps but did not choose to extinguish the ghost candle, but chose to continue waiting.

When the time came to the fifty-fifth second.

At this moment, in the restaurant which was empty except for Jiang Shan, a chair suddenly moved back a few centimeters strangely.

The chair made a sharp sound as it rubbed against the tile floor.

Jiang Shan looked suddenly in the direction of the sound.

It was the dining table that had just been used. Before that, the table was empty, with only an empty chair. But at this moment, it was that chair that was moved, and someone was sitting on the chair at some point in time.

Rather than being a person,

It would be better to say that he is a corpse controlled by a newspaper ghost.

Although Jiang Shan didn't know whether this man, who was wearing leather shoes and a suit but whose appearance could not be seen clearly, was the real body of the newspaper ghost, he chose to treat him equally.

Great strength is not the most useful ability when facing evil spirits.

Be cautious.

"I'm coming. If you don't come, I'll go find you."

Jiang Shan's eyes narrowed, and without any hesitation, he attacked the ghost candle the moment it was extinguished.

The dazzling silver light enveloped the entire restaurant in an instant. Under the glaring bright light, the man in the suit was seen with his body covered with strange, blood-red characters.

The vampire's consciousness attack was also launched invisibly.

at the same time.

Throughout the restaurant, a chair at every table was moved back.

The next moment, a person suddenly appeared on all the chairs where the noises came from. These people were dressed differently, there were men and women, but their movements were surprisingly consistent. They raised their stiff hands and each looked at a newspaper.

Jiang Shan only took a glance and knew there were at least twenty or thirty people.

"It's just a trick. It's just a group of ghost slaves corrupted by the spirits. As expected, its true form still hasn't appeared. It's just testing me."

The moment these ghost slaves appeared, the word "ghost" crawled onto everyone's body like a cancer.

In just a breath, everyone sitting on the chair, pretending to read a newspaper, had their heads and limbs drooped limply, their bodies stiff, without any struggle.

There is no doubt that they are dead.

As this group of ghost slaves died, the newspapers in their hands fell. In the bright restaurant, the silver light of the ghost realm shone on everyone, revealing their faces.

The pale dead faces had a familiar yet creepy smile.

But the strange thing was that these ghost slaves, whose bodies and consciousness had been killed by the attacks of ghosts and blood ghosts, were sitting on chairs, and all of them were staring at Jiang Shan.

"Smiling face? It seems that Tong Qian is still dead. If her body is not at the front desk on the first floor, it is not here. It can only be in that place on the fourth floor, but..."

Although Jiang Shan already knew all this, the strange scene before him made him fall into silence.

Obviously, these ghost slaves killed by the newspaper ghosts were already dead, but he saw unique human emotions in the eyes of these ghost slaves.

What kind of look is that and what kind of emotion does it reveal?
Among those eyes, Jiang Shan saw:

appreciate;

Suspect;
Nostalgia.

Jiang Shan, who noticed this scene, looked at every "person" at the table with serious eyes.

He thought of many possibilities when he met the newspaper ghost, but he never thought that he would see such a look on the ghost slave of the newspaper ghost. This look was like an elder looking at a younger generation, admiring but with a hint of doubt.

Although the Newspaper Ghost's ability would allow it to possess human intelligence like the Ghost Head, this look made Jiang Shan think of only one person:

"Is it you, Yang Xiaotian?" Just as he was guessing.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in the restaurant, and the newspapers that had fallen from the hands of the corpses were picked up and blown away. One side of each newspaper was stained with blood and there was an outline of a human face on it. As the bloody newspapers swept over, the mouths of all the corpses sitting on the chairs split open.

“Giggle, giggle~!”

All the hung corpses looked at Jiang Shan and laughed like grimaces.

"Yang Xiaotian, you know why I am here. I will let Yang Jian come here, but there is a prerequisite, that is, you should die decently." Jiang Shan looked at the flying newspapers expressionlessly and said in a cold tone.

The voice just fell.

A blood-stained red newspaper suddenly appeared in Jiang Shan's ghost realm. On the newspaper was the outline of a human face, with a terrifying evil aura.

With the appearance of this thing, a cold wind seemed to blow in from the ghost realm, but that was all. The blood-stained newspaper only floated in the air for a few seconds.

At a certain moment, it seemed to be completely soaked in blood. Its originally normal appearance suddenly became wet, and it was falling at a speed beyond the law of gravity.

And at the moment when the newspaper fell to the ground,
All the "people" in the restaurant except Jiang Shan fell to the ground in an orderly manner at the same time, as if the newspaper was the source of all the supernatural phenomena in the restaurant, the moment the word "ghost" appeared on the newspaper.

The outcome of the confrontation between the spirits was decided in a moment.

no doubt.

The ghost won, and won completely.

At this time, the restaurant was in a mess and the corpses emitted a faint stench that made people want to vomit.

"There's something wrong with that newspaper."

Looking at the newspaper still on the ground, Jiang Shan frowned slightly.

If the newspaper was just a product derived from the supernatural, then when it confronted the word "ghost", it would disappear because it could not resist. After all, this kind of thing completely relies on the supernatural to exist.

But now.
With a flash of silver light, the newspaper that seemed to be soaked in blood appeared in Jiang Shan's hand. It felt wet and a little sticky, but that was not the strange thing.

There were two crooked words written on the newspaper, as if written in blood:
"Fourth floor."

"Since you've told me the location, I'll go over and see what you're going to do."

After Jiang Shan threw the newspaper into the other ghost mirror fragment, he immediately left the restaurant.

As he reached the door, he noticed.

A series of dense black footprints were left on the carpet at the entrance of the restaurant. These footprints were messy and disorderly, as if someone had walked around here aimlessly for several times. Especially where they had just stood, the footprints were even denser.

It seemed like someone had been waiting there for Jiang Shan to come out of the restaurant.

Look far away.

Deep in the corridor, Jiang Shan could still vaguely see the outline of a tall, strange headless corpse. Its swaying figure was gradually becoming blurred, as if it would disappear in the next second.

Seeing that Li Qingzhi's body was right at the staircase leading to the upstairs, Jiang Shan lit a cigarette and sighed helplessly, then slowly walked towards there along the wall.

"Disgusting fuck, bringing disgusting things to do a paternity test - it's really disgusting."

(End of this chapter)