He had the tools in his hand, and after using it twice, he did not notice any side effects of the ghost pen. Yin Jian immediately began to try.
However, such a good thing had a high chance of success. He definitely wouldn't use it on Ye Xianguo.
With a wave of his pen, he erased Ye Xianguo's consciousness again.
Then, he began to prepare to try.
He was going to try it on Xu Qingfeng.
Xu Qingfeng's strength was not bad, and his character was also good. At least in the desperate situation of the Lin family, he had never schemed against Yin Jian, which made Yin Jian have a very good impression of him.
He flipped the book back to a page. This was the human face of the Xianguo of Ye and the ghost face of Xu Qingfeng.
But now, the two sides that were revealed were both ghost faces.
Yin Jian picked up his brush. This time, he didn't write too much. He wrote a movable type on Xu Qingfeng's ghost face, but it didn't work this time. Ye Xianguo might have had two ghost faces, so it was easier to reconstruct a human face.
Xu Qingfeng had already achieved the balance of both human and ghost. If he wanted to turn his ghost face into a human face, it was equivalent to rebuilding a consciousness. It was as if there were two consciousnesses of Xu Qingfeng in one body, and they were exactly the same.
Of course, it was also possible that the ghostly brush did not have a direction. Ye Xianguo did not need a direction because his body was still his body, and the page represented him. However, Xu Qingfeng still had his human consciousness. It was more important to reconstruct a consciousness with a direction.
Thinking of this, Yin Jian wrote down more detailed words.
Xu Qingfeng was alive.
This time, it had some effect. The ghost face became more lively and had a little bit of human life, but it was still not enough. The ghost face was still a ghost face and had not turned into a human face.
This time, after Yin Jian thought about it, he simply copied the information of Xu Qingfeng's human face and added.
Xu Qingfeng said: Living, is the master of ghosts.
[Terror Level: Judge]
[Control Specters: Ghost Wind, Ghost Mist, Ghost Slap on the shoulder, Ghost Stare.]
........
This was a complete copy of Xu Qingfeng's information, except that the movable type was added by Yin Jian himself.
When a large number of bloody words merged into the page, Yin Jian could feel that the ghost brush and ghost book had dimmed a lot at the same time. Xu Qingfeng's two-faced face trembled as if it had a life of its own.
It pierced.
Under Yin Jian's gaze, half of the page representing Xu Qingfeng was torn off neatly and then disappeared.
"Did you succeed?" Yin Jian looked at the Ghost Book's mutation. It should have succeeded. Otherwise, it wouldn't have caused such a huge commotion.
Now that he had completed the two-faced human face, the next step was to let Xu Qingfeng walk out of the Lin family mansion and check his condition. This was not difficult. Now, the Ghost Book was completely in the hands of Yin Jian.
He controlled the Ghost Book to move Xu Qingfeng's page to the front, in front of the middle-aged man, becoming the first page to be flipped from the back.
Kacha.
The door of the Lin Residence in front of him was clearly open, but at this moment, there was the sound of a lock being unlocked.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A cold and strange wind blew from the door, accompanied by a white fog.
Ghost Wind and Ghost Mist were the ghosts controlled by Xu Qingfeng. Both of them were rare ghosts of the Ghost Domain, which also represented Xu Qingfeng's strength.
Seeing that the ghost wind and ghost fog were about to arrive in front of him, Yin Jian's expression was calm. However, a seemingly real and illusory courtyard rose around him. The bluestone walls were square in all directions. The ghost door was in front and the hall was behind. The door was tightly shut, and a gloomy white light shone.
Yin Jian stood in the main hall. The illusory walls and doors did not affect his vision.
The Lin Residence was not big to begin with. Although Yin Jian's haunted house was not big, it was not small either. At this moment, it opened up and completely enveloped the Lin Residence.
The howling ghost wind, like a ghost fog that devoured everything, disappeared in an instant. A thin old man stood in front of Yin Jian.
"Little friend Yin Jian?" Xu Qingfeng looked at Yin Jian in front of him and was a little surprised. Then he looked around in a daze and said in disbelief,"I came out of that haunted house?”
"Yes." Yin Jian didn't say much and just nodded.
"Dare I ask, young friend, how many years has it been outside?”Since he was already out, Xu Qingfeng asked a question that he was most concerned about.
" It's been 110 years." Yin Jian had talked to Xu Qingfeng and knew that he had entered in 1910.
"One hundred and ten years, sigh." Xu Qingfeng's body swayed slightly. He sighed and said in a desolate voice,""A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.”
In the end, he came out too late. 110 years. When he first came in, he was not young anymore. His friends and family back then, even those at the Yama level, probably would not have survived until now.
After a while, Xu Qingfeng looked at Yin Jian again and said,""My young friend Yin Jian, I didn't sense any ghosts coming out this time. I'm afraid it's your doing.”
Yin Jian nodded.
"Since that's the case, this is equivalent to being reborn. This old man's old bones are at my disposal. I just hope that this old man can find a descendant to take a look.”Xu Qingfeng bowed to Yin Zhong and said respectfully.
"I can help you find your descendants, and I can also give you time to go back and visit.”Yin Jian looked at Xu Qingfeng and said calmly,""But you only have one day. If you want, you can bring them to Yu 'an City. If nothing goes wrong, you will be staying in Yu' an City in the future.”
Thank you, Little Friend Yin." Xu Qingfeng said gratefully.
How could he not understand what Yin Jian meant? As long as he brought the descendant to Yu 'an City, he would have plenty of time to meet him in the future.
However, after thanking him, he was a little confused. After 110 years, even his grandson had died of old age. Would he still be able to see the familiar people and things?
"Yes." Seeing Xu Qingfeng's attitude, Yin Jian was very satisfied.
What he valued was Xu Qingfeng's strength and personality. He was a sentimental person. Such a person would not betray him, nor would he be called an ingrate.
Of course, it was not a big deal. He still had enough control over Xu Qingfeng. Through the half-page Ghost Book Page and the Ghost Brush in his hand, he could kill Xu Qingfeng's consciousness at any time.
Yin Jian closed the ghost book and pushed open the ghost door of the ghost house with Xu Qingfeng.
The outside was not the Lin Residence from a hundred years ago, but the Lin Family Residence from a hundred years later.
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