Chapter 347 Disagreements
Under a scarlet pond.
Liang Xingyang's eyes were slightly solemn, but he did not expect that after dismembering the body of the ghost opera girl, he would see a person he had met before but had not socialized with.
This is something that doesn’t happen in the fantasy world.
However, it can also be understood that the illusory world is only shaped by his cognitive memory. Everything has traces to follow, rather than being created out of thin air.
Then he thought that Zhuo Shuheng, whom Shen Lan had been looking for, was far away in front of him, hidden in the ghost show.
“Getting close to the ghost controllers from the Republic of China period will always bring up some old things. Liang Xingyang groaned in his heart.
But now that he has been discovered by the other party, he is too embarrassed to avoid it anymore.
He floated up from the pond and came to Zhuo Shuheng.
Zhuo Shuheng looked at it carefully and said warmly: "Well... it's you. I remember having an affair with you when we were in the sculpture hall. Just a chance encounter. ”
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved: "My name is Liang Xingyang, and I know you."
While dealing with the headless ghost in Furen Mall, he accidentally stole the memory of Tang Le, the ghost heart, and spied on the Tang Sculpture Museum. I bumped into Zhuo Shuheng.
What's weird is that the other party actually spied Tang Le's figure from his strange memory.
Zhuo Shuheng’s eyes were a bit weathered, but his voice was still young and gentle: “Being able to see you means that I haven’t been asleep for a long time this time. Can you tell me, from the first time we met to now, in the past? How long?”
“Two years”
Liang Xingyang looked surprised. From what he said, he could tell that Zhuo Shuheng seemed to have been sleeping with the help of ghost dramas.
It is simply incredible that a ghost master who has been sleeping for two years did not die in a ghost show.
"Well...you are a very good young man and a very nice person."
Zhuo Shuheng seemed to see his confusion, he hesitated for a moment, and then explained with a smile: " I was born in the late period of the Republic of China and have lived for a long time. Even I don’t know that one day I will not be able to hold on and die. It’s the place I chose to sleep. Don’t be fooled by the appearance of things. This appearance is just an illusion of supernatural power. In fact, I am ninety years old.”
Liang Xingyang made waves in his heart, Zhuo Shu said. Heng turned out to be an old monster from the Republic of China who had always survived, only younger than the seven elders from the Republic of China.
The ghost stage is suspected to be a supernatural place built by the other party and left behind.
The scene was a little quiet for a while.
Zhuo Shuheng blinked: "Is there anything you want to ask?"
This man seemed to be very easy-going, and he was always in good spirits while talking. Nor did he regard solving the source of supernatural phenomena and saving the world as his obsession. When he was about to die, he would quietly find a place to bury him.
Liang Xingyang asked the first question: "How many ghost masters like you are alive during the Republic of China?"
At the same time, he had some doubts in his heart. Since Zhuo Shuheng came to the Ghost Theater two years ago and used this place as a coffin to bury himself, he must have seen the trapped Shen Lan. Why didn't he rescue her?
“Some people live and some die. Many people die midway, and very few make it to the end. There are some people who are better than me, but because of lifespan, there will always be times when they die.”< br>
"For people like me, Lao Qin from the headquarters counts as one, Zhang Xianguang from the ghost post office counts as half, well... Old Tang from Yin Yang Street is not dead yet. "
Zhuo Shuheng said, paying attention to Liang Xingyang's expression and asked: "You don't look surprised at all, do you know them?"
"Know them? . And a few months ago, Tang Yerong of Yin Yang Street could no longer bear the resurgence of the evil spirit, causing the entire Yin Yang Street to lose control."
Liang Xingyang responded casually, but felt slightly disappointed because he did not get any useful information from the other party.
"That's right, it's okay. People can't survive the time. But you are very unusual. I'll give you this as a souvenir."
Zhuo Shuhengruoyou As he was thinking about it, a red candle appeared out of thin air in his hand and was given to the young man he liked.
A slender candle, like a candle made of blood, feels greasy when held, and is filled with a pungent smell of blood.
Liang Xingyang's face was moved, and he found that the slender red candle was somewhat similar to the ghost candle made by Wang Xiaoming.
"Lighting candles and staying in the candlelight can avoid triggering the murder pattern and avoid being disturbed by evil spirits." Zhuo Shuheng continued, "It's just a gadget, it doesn't have much effect, so keep it."
Liang Xingyang however Don't think so, the slender candle is a very powerful supernatural prop, and it can even have miraculous effects at critical times.
It is very useful to deal with those ghosts who seem to kill randomly, but actually have several unknown killing patterns.
Ordinary people with this slender candle have a greater chance of surviving even if they are trapped in the ghost world of starving ghosts.
Liang Xingyang analyzed: "This candle is very useful. If it can produce energy, it will be a great help during the period of full-scale supernatural outbreak."
Zhuo Shuheng didn't care: "Before I fell asleep, the Asian Ghost Controller Headquarters had formed a group of research teams to conduct experiments, and I guess there were some results."
"If you have no questions, I think it’s time for me to leave. After all, I don’t know when I will suddenly be unable to hold on, so I will revive the ghost and cause you trouble.”
The ghost stage was dealt with by the powerful young man, and he was not angry. Just feel relieved. Only if there are successors, this world will not be destroyed.
But he has to find a useful supernatural place to bury himself.
“There is a Chinese medicine shop in Zhongjiang City. There you can buy medicine that suppresses the resurgence of evil ghosts and lives until the end of your life.”
Liang Xingyang hesitated for a moment before giving his suggestion.
Ghost controllers during the Republic of China followed the path of death. Special Chinese medicine targetedly suppressed the resurgence of ghosts and could also solve the problem of supernatural erosion of the body. It was not difficult to maintain the ghosts to the limit of their life span.
"No! Although that person is better than me, he doesn't like people like me who have no sense of responsibility, and most likely won't give medicine."
Zhuo Shu said in a constant voice, " Speaking of which, I have lived for a long time and have seen many people try, but none of their choices is to leave hope to the next generation. I don’t agree with it.”
“Whether it is to inherit the supernatural bus. driver, and a ghost post office that has trained countless messengers and managers.”
"Whether it is the supernatural royal curse passed down from generation to generation, or those who are unwilling to die with obsession and choose to live a second life."
"I think their chances of success are very small, and their attempts have already failed. , it is difficult to achieve success.”
"But the world is dark. If the ancestors who marched in the dark did not leave some light of hope, how could they illuminate those who came after."
Liang Xingyang thought briefly, and the path he took was the same as that of the previous driver. The product left behind after the failure of Mirror Ghost's ghost control.
Although the other party failed, he was about to succeed.
Zhuo Shuheng was silent for a while and said firmly: "The beasts that survive in the darkness do not need light at all. They can find a way to survive on their own. Only in great destruction can new life be born."
Disagreements .
Ideological differences are the most difficult to resolve.
Liang Xingyang realized that Zhuo Shuheng had a reason for saying that the owner of the Chinese medicine shop did not want to see him. (End of this chapter)