The Person in Charge of the Mysteriously Revived City

Don't write about love. Becoming a ghost master is already half human and half ghost. You will slowly turn into a ghost. No matter your personality or body, it does not mean that you will be ruthless and ruthless, but you are struggling on the line of life and death every day. How can you still be in the mood to fall in love?

Not bad. I even learned some of the poisonous points in the original work about people.

Codename: Impermanence! Nanhu City, person in charge: Zhao Yan, male: 42 years old! Supernatural weapon: Ghost sickle: (the kind that cuts rice and wheat) trigger condition; touch with one hand, place the sickle in one hand on the neck or other position of the touched object, and cut it off. Objects similar to it within the range of your field of vision will be split into two halves at the same location. Cooperate with the ghost domain and use a shit ball as the trigger medium. Everything you see, including the ghost controller, will have his neck split in half. Kill a city in one move! ! ! (Meaning, cut off a lot) Driving ghosts: black and white ghost eyes, two ghosts! PS: The so-called several levels of ghost realms, to put it bluntly, are just the strength and weakness of supernatural powers. Yang Jian's several levels are because his ghost eyes are special. If one ghost eye is regarded as a water gate, ten water gates will separate it. The other powerful ghost realms are The water from several sluices is combined together, and Yang Jian opens more ghost eyes, which is like letting go of the sluice. More water is combined, the supernatural power is enhanced, and the ghost realm becomes stronger, allowing the ghost realm to affect more things in the outside world, so that more abilities can be used! Origin of the ghost: On the way back from the city, he got off the car and walked home on a small road. He passed by a small temple several meters high. He went there on a whim and had a look. The moment he encountered the stone elephant, the surroundings changed and he came here. Stumbled into an unknown area (ghost land), and after an hour of searching, I found an abandoned thatched house. The thatched house was very clean and contained some daily necessities. It was a simple cement bed, covered with a wooden board, and a straw mat was spread on the wooden board. On top of it was a withered, skinny man about 1.56 Meters tall. From the white beard on his face, he could vaguely be seen as an old man, lying on the straw mat. His eyes were extraordinarily big, like a monkey. Zhao Yan walked forward slowly and calmly. During this hour, he had already calmed down. When he was 12 years old, his father wanted to build a house for him, but was reluctant to find a machine to demolish the house (the family was not rich). He demolished it manually and was killed by a collapsed wall. He still remembered that night, when he received a landline call from his school teacher and rode his bicycle to his home from another town, he knelt on the ground and looked at his father lying on the straw mat with his head rolled up and his dirty and wrinkled clothes. It was slightly similar to the scene at this time, except that there were no sounds of conversations from relatives and neighbors around him, and the collapsed ruins. As for his mother, she had already passed away in childbirth when she gave birth to him. (The social medical level at that time was insufficient, plus there was no money and no security.) These years of social hardship have long made him look down on life and death. Everything is dull, day after day, and he lives the same life every day except for work. Nothing can stir up waves in his heart, just like a pool of stagnant water. Slowly moving forward, one hand began to tentatively touch the old man. From the appearance, it was certain that he had died long ago, but there was no trace of corpse odor or corpse spots. Zhao Yan's hand began to move towards the old man. His particularly protruding eyes were cold in his hand. It was so cold that he couldn't help but frown. Then he ignored it and opened the old man's left eye. Black! It was pitch black! It was dark enough to reflect Zhao Yan's figure! ! ! This made his body tremble, he took a breath, his heart suffocated, and he loosened his fingers, but the eye did not close, and he didn't care. He started to turn to the old man's right eye against the wall. It still had the familiar coldness. He opened it again, but the next scene made him stunned. It turned out that the eye was not black, but an extremely contrasting white, so white that his reflection was blurry. Looking at the figure reflected in the pair of eyes in front of me, it felt as if my soul was being sucked in. The reflection in the black and white eyes of his eyes became larger and larger until he looked at himself in the black and white eyes. A sharp pain hit him from the eyes, and he could no longer see anything. Following the body's instinct, he closed his eyes, squatted down and knelt on one knee, curled up his body, covered his eyes with his hands, and his face was slightly distorted. He endured severe pain, but the pain soon began to subside. When he opened his eyes again, there was only black and white in his world. When he closed his right eye, the world was only black. When she closed her left eye, the world was only white. He discovered that he could see very far away from the perspective of the third God, so far away that he could not believe it. He could also see a temple, a country road... And his hometown through his eyes! See further, see the farmers working their fields, see the people greeting their neighbors, see! See! See more! And he felt as if he could control everything and space he saw with his eyes. According to his own understanding, let's call it space (ghost realm), just like people are born knowing that they need to eat when they are hungry, but he seems to have no understanding of this ability. It was still very superficial and needed to be explored slowly. Without thinking too much, his eyes began to look at the corpse on the bed. The eyes on the corpse had disappeared under his black and white eyes that were close to God's perspective. He subconsciously touched his eyelids and he realized something. Suddenly he felt something attracting him, like a ray of light in the darkness. It was a scythe on the wall, and he subconsciously wanted to go over and get it, but he had a feeling that his eyes might flicker... The next moment, his figure flashed, and he appeared next to the scythe. He reached out and took it off in a hurry. It seemed to be no different from the scythe used to harvest rice, but he could feel the sharpness and unusualness of this scythe. Two hours later... The body was buried, the house was searched and cleaned, and Zhao Yan, holding the sickle, stepped out and disappeared... Behind the small temple, a few miles away in the forest grass, a thatched house appeared inexplicably, and a small grave next to it. A wooden board inserted into the grave, with nothing written on it. (Because the eyes that supported the ghost realm have been taken away by Zhao Yan, the ghost realm disappeared and the thatched house reappeared in this world) Looking at the familiar jujube trees in the yard and the dusty two-story rough house, Zhao Yan thought of a lot and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but his face did not change, ( I don't want to write it here, just to shorten it, the house is a rough house built with the money left by his father and government relief, and then he went to work with relatives to earn money) PS: The black and white ghost eyes are the puzzle pieces that the old man got during his lifetime, which are one black ghost and one white ghost each with one eye, so that he can be like Tong Qian. Such a perfect balance is why there is no resuscitation. In addition, the ghost realm of these two eyes is very powerful. When you open the eyes, you will reach the fifth level of ghost realm (the ability before the fifth level needs to be exercised). It can easily reach the sixth level. With full strength, it can reach the seventh level in a short time (it cannot reach the eighth level) because it will break the balance of the eyes. Resurrection is regarded as a critical line, then it reaches the eighth level. It will exceed the limit of its own endurance Unless you control a third ghost, such as Ghost Head Jigsaw (can only support opening eight levels) or a complete ghost (can support nine levels, and will be revived at tenth level), suppression is formed, and a new balance is formed, then the upper limit can be increased and the eighth, ninth, or tenth level can be opened. Finally, the black and white ghost realms are used at the same time, opening to the highest limit. The two puzzle pieces merge to form a normal ghost eye that looks the same as ordinary people on the surface, but its ability becomes stronger and the tenth level can be opened. But you need to become an alien (a ghost with human nature), let this ghost eye become the normal eye of this alien, an eye that belongs exclusively to this alien (a ghost with human nature), and then look for the black and white ghosts to find the other two eyes... Finished! ! !

The writing so far is okay. Although there are no highlights, there are no poisonous points either. It's a pity that Pig's Knuckle's character was not established at the beginning. I took a look and found that most of the well-written fan stories can reveal the supernatural events that they first came into contact with at the beginning. The protagonist's character ranges from calm, gambler, and gangster. I also suggest that the author read more horror stories. There was no sense of horror at all in the beginning, and the protagonist still doesn't feel a sense of urgency. He can only live for three months, and he doesn't feel that nervousness at all. Mysterious resurgence fanfic is difficult to write, so come on, author.

The new book has just been written not long ago, and not many characters have appeared yet. Now we are soliciting names for the characters who will appear in the book later. We are currently recruiting for supporting roles ( •̥́ ˍ •̀ू )

Now that I've seen it, I don't understand why I still force myself to do something that I can't handle. Why don't you run and wait to die? I don't know how to go out and call for support. I'm speechless.

Change the title of the book. The person in charge of this Oshima City saw it all at a glance.

This name is even more poisonous. 😐The person in charge of the city is not as good as the guardian of China in the second grade, hahaha. The quality hasn't dropped yet. 😁

The signing contract has been mailed, and it should be completed in the next two days. Everyone can invest with confidence.

I wonder if Ye Qing will save Cao Yang during the Ghost Lake Incident?

The new book has been released, but the contract has not yet been signed. I guess there is not much hope of signing the contract. You can come and see if it suits your appetite. New book "The Final Weird Awakening". The hope of signing a new book contract is slim, but I will insist on updating. If it is determined that the contract cannot be signed, I may send the unsigned book to other websites.

I almost broke my hand tonight. I was sitting on a stool. The stool broke and my thumb hit the ground first╮(╯＿╰)╭. I'll check it out tomorrow.

Post a post today to chat with everyone. This book has been written for a month. It took a lot of effort in the early preparation and the writing in between. But at present, the performance of this book is average. Of course, this is to save face. To be honest, the performance is very poor. The recommendations given by the editor are all on the computer side, not on the app side. And there will be no recommendation in the future, and it may just go to the shelves. The current collection of this book is only a few hundred, and it is one of the best among the books of the same period. Of course, it is also the last. The collection does not grow as much as other suspense books in the same period in one day, and it is not as much as their fraction. Judging from this rate, by the time it is put on the shelves, the collection will exceed 1,000, and it will be time to burn incense. Today I looked at the data of suspense novels that have recently been released. The collection ratios are not high, all are above 10. If I compare them horizontally, I guess that this book only has about twenty readers at most. But this is the first book I have written, and I still want to continue writing it. It has a plot and everything, but the results are too bad, so I want to post this to see how many book friends are reading this book. Leave a claw under the reading. I am also very grateful to the book friends "Ren Yi Yin Yun" for their daily recommendation votes. Thank you. Of course, I would also like to thank other friends who voted for recommendation, thank you. I would also like to thank "Jia Yi", the first fan of this book and the first voter who received a monthly vote, thank you.