Extra: Soul Conjuring (3)

Zhang Dong?

When Yang Jian heard Zhang Bohua's words, he stared at him with a pair of red eyes, then calmly glanced at the others, and then slowly said: Don't be too expectant of Zhang Dong, let alone He Yin'er can't attract Zhang Dong's soul. Even if he attracts him, letting you, the Republic of China team, can't compete with me.

I don't believe it.Zhang Youhong smiled softly: Zhang Dong has come to an end on the road to control evil spirits. No one is better than him. Maybe you are amazing, but I believe he will not be worse than you. It’s a pity that you two cannot meet, otherwise you will know that what I said is not a lie.

After seeing Yang Jian's strength, she was still very confident in Zhang Dong.

The level of my slightest is too low to understand my current state.Yang Jian's eyes were cold.

Zhang Youhong's smile froze slightly.

For the first time in my life, someone said that he was too low.

Yang Jian did not wait for others to speak, but he continued to speak: I am the only one born in an era. Since I dared to abandon the identity of a ghost controller and call myself a god, I naturally do everything. The gap between us is just like the gap between ordinary people and evil ghosts. The seemingly similar shapes are actually two completely different existences.

Do you think Zhang Dong can weigh me?Then I'll let you see if he can do it.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost eyes on Yang Jian’s forehead immediately lit up with scarlet light.

At this same moment, many illusory figures appeared beside him, layer by layer, countless of them were there, and each figure was exactly the same as Yang Jian, and he opened his ghost eyes.

The red light of the ghost's eyes gathered together, causing some qualitative change and forming a red door.

And the moment this red door opened, the boundary between supernatural and reality was broken, even crossing the present and the past.

One end of the gate connects to the lobby of an ancient house.

In the middle of the lobby, there was a lifeless old man sitting.

This old man is nothing but Zhang Dong who has been buried for 60 years.

Zhang Dong?How is this possible?Meng Xiaodong opened his eyes wide at this moment, and his wrinkled face was full of incredible words.

Zhang Youhong, Luo Qian, Luo Wensong and others also showed incredible expressions.

It’s okay to break the boundary between reality and supernatural powers, but can this Yang Jian actually connect to the distant past?

Is this something that a ghost driver can do?

In the ancient house.

The old man named Zhang Dong raised his head slightly at this moment, looked at the people behind the door with a slightly cloudy gaze, and immediately stood up after a brief shock, and then walked towards the red door that appeared out of thin air without hesitation.

Because Zhang Dong subconsciously believed that his teammates on the other side of the gate needed their own help.

Although he is about to die, it is not impossible to make another move before his death.

But when the dying old man approached the red door, the door vaguely showed a tendency to collapse.

Stop, only I can pass by your side, you can't overcome the obstacles of time to come to me.Yang Jian's plain voice came from the other end of the door.

Zhang Dong stopped hearing this, and an old voice rang: So that's it. It seems that there is such an amazing person in the future.

As he said that, his eyes looked at the other teammates behind the goal.

How will the future be?

Zhang Bohua immediately replied: The best situation happened. After our death, the supernatural revived again and gave birth to that special case, which completely ended the age of supernaturalism. Now there are no supernatural events in this world, and all the evil ghosts have been blocked. We are just awakened by the soul-summoning people in Taiping Ancient Town to see a new world.

It really brought me good news, so I can die in peace.Old Zhang Dong squeezed out a smile on his face, and then looked at Yang Jian again, as if he wanted to write down this person.

It should be more than just this thing to use your supernatural power to meet me across time.

Yang Jian said: After your teammates conjured the soul, they wanted to weigh me, but they lost a lot and wanted you to find the place again. However, you are special and you can't conjure the soul and let you show up, so I'm here.

Don’t blame them. Since the era of supernatural beings has ended, we old things will naturally have no place to use our skills and will most likely not appear in this world again in the future. So I want to move at the last moment so that you can remember them.

If you can leave a little trace on you, a special person, it is naturally a very proud thing.

After all, the real death begins from the moment it is forgotten.

Zhang Dong smiled slightly at this moment and pointed out the intentions of these old guys.

They fought against the supernatural for the rest of their lives, and even after death, they were ready to re-energize their souls.

Now that I know that this is the last soul-conjuring, and there is no evil spirit to deal with in the future, I am certainly unwilling to just end the curtain call in peace.

So, what do you mean?Do you want to do something with me?Yang Jian asked.

If you can find me for decades, how could I be your opponent? And I have little life left, I still have to prepare for my funeral with peace of mind. I am content to know some things in the future today.Zhang Dong shook his head slightly, and at this moment he seemed very open-minded.

At least, my lifelong efforts have not been in vain.

There is indeed hope in the future.

Seeing this, Yang Jian didn't ask any more questions. The red light from the ghost's eyes gradually faded, and the red door connecting the past began to disappear quickly.

Everyone, go well.Zhang Dong smiled slightly and greeted the old friend at the last time.

Luo Qian, Luo Wensong, Zhang Bohua, Zhang Youhong and others all responded with a smile.

At this moment, they gathered together and met, as if they had returned to a certain moment in the past. It’s a pity that such time was too short, but they were content. After all, they had passed away for decades, and it would be worthwhile to be able to see a new future.

Meng Xiaodong's eyes were filled with tears at this moment. Even if she felt reluctant to leave, she could only accept this last time.

Xiao Dong, I'm sorry.

When Zhang Dong finally looked at Meng Xiaodong, there was a little guilt in his eyes.

Then, in everyone's surprised eyes, Zhang Dong's old palm actually reached into the red gate, and before the supernatural spanning time disappeared, he came to Meng Xiaodong and wiped away a wisp of tears from the old face.

After doing this last thing, the gate of supernatural power disappeared, and the future and present were separated again.

All traces are completely gone.

He can do it indeed.Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the direction where Zhang Dong disappeared.

Haha, my wish has been fulfilled, everything is over, and the time for soul-suming is almost here, and it's time for me to set off.

Zhang Bohua laughed loudly at this moment, his laughter was very refreshing, as if the depression that had been suppressed for countless years disappeared with everything just now.

As she laughed, Zhang Bohua's body began to collapse quickly, turning into a wisp of blue smoke and passing by the wind.

It’s Ah. There is a god who imprisons evil spirits in this era. What else can we not let go of? All efforts are worth it.Luo Qian also smiled with relief, and his body also dissipated and disappeared, leaving very freely.

It's amazing to have you in the future.Li Qingzhi looked at Yang Jian and nodded slightly, and his tall figure also dissipated.

Meng Xiaodong kept looking at the disappearing position of Zhang Dong. She was stunned and a girlish smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her memory seemed to have returned to the past, to the moment when she first saw Zhang Dong...... In that beautiful memory, she also left this world.

My time is coming soon.

Zhang Youhong's cheongsam was peeling off at this moment, and her body was turning into blue smoke, but she still showed that charming smile: Yang Jian, at this moment when I woke up, I could feel that another one I was still alive. Calculate time, that should be my third life. If possible, I hope you can find me.

If you find you, aren’t you afraid that I will put you in hell?Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

The future is long.Zhang Youhong left such a sentence and completely disappeared.

One of the top ghost drivers from the Republic of China period passed away.

In the end, only Luo Wensong, the former manager of the ghost post office, was left.

But Luo Wensong's time has come, and his body is also turning into blue smoke. However, at the end he sighed: Young man, you are right. Even if all of us gather, we can't weigh you. It's a blessing to meet you in the end of my life.

He was also relieved in his heart and finally left with a smile.

Soon, all the exceptions disappeared.

The ancestral hall in Taiping Town has returned to peace again.

Fortunately, things didn't get that bad.Seeing this, He Yin'er couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, these ghost drivers and Yang Jian from the Republic of China period only stopped when they were on the right track, not really trying to defeat the enemy. Otherwise, whether Taiping Town can be preserved will be a question.

After Yang Jian watched everyone leave, he finally looked at He Yin'er: Next time you conjure your soul, don't call my name easily. My appearance is just to fight against the supernatural and imprison the evil spirits.

It's nothing to do with me. I didn't expect that the old predecessors from the Republic of China were so persistent to you, but your existence surprised me. What happened in sixty years?Many people are waiting for you, but they haven't waited for you until the end.He Yiner said.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and said calmly: It takes a price to end the era of supernatural powers, and my price is those sixty years.

Let’s live well and come to Dachang City to have tea when you have time. Zhang Youhong is right, the future will be very long.

After saying that, he turned around, and then a golden staircase that reached the sky appeared in front of him again.

Yang Jian gradually disappeared while stepping on the steps until he never saw him again.