Chapter 437 Xiao Ming’s Fantasies
Dahai City.
The red light flashed away, and two more people appeared on the beach.
Crash...
Black waves kept lapping on the beach, and the faint fishy sea breeze blowing from the distance gently brushed their faces.
Yang Jian asked: "Before the conversation officially begins, let me ask for your opinion first. Do you want to leave a memory with me?"
Wang Xiaoming's wisdom is very valuable, not only did he dig out gold to isolate the supernatural power He can also lead the team to develop a series of supernatural props such as ghost candles. His understanding of supernatural power is no lower than that of top ghost controllers. Preserving the memory may be of great use in the future.
Wang Xiaoming in the wheelchair slowly said: "Yang Jian, I am not afraid of death, so I refuse to use supernatural powers to treat diseases, hoping to follow the laws of life. No one is immune to death, as long as you die "It's valuable."
Yang Jian nodded, no. Wang Xiaoming was silent for a moment and recalled: "Do you still remember the headquarters meeting?" Our conversation in the tent during the meeting?”
"There are four ways to become a ghost controller in the supernatural circle: balance, death, alienation, and curse. However, these four ways have various flaws. I remember you trying to find a new way?" Yang Jian said expressionlessly. .
For an ordinary person to research the fifth way, it is simply more difficult than reaching the sky, so he lamented at that time that perhaps only God can hope to end the age of supernatural beings.
Wang Xiaoming raised his pale hand, pointed at the full moon above his head and said: "What you said at that time was that if the ghost controller can't deal with the ghost, then only God can do it. So I have been thinking , even aliens will be eroded by the ghost instinct, so only by opening a new path can we hope to end the supernatural.
"I replied to you at that time, if you create a special one for yourself, it will never change, no way. The law of being covered, maybe this is the way of God. Later I discovered that I couldn't do it, but at some point, I discovered that the secret to ending the supernatural was actually on the moon. "
Yang Jian's eyes suddenly condensed and he looked up at the moon. A scarlet moon appeared in his ghost eyes, but in his eyes was a moon on a white jade plate.
At this moment, Wang Xiaoming slowly stood up from the wheelchair. His thin body was shaken by the sea breeze, but he still stood firm and approached the waves step by step.
Yang Jian followed and asked in a deep voice: "What's so surprising about the moon?"
Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath, as if enjoying the gentle sea breeze, and said slowly: "I have been paying attention to your actions recently. You have ordered other captains to recruit civilian ghost masters and foreign ghost masters to fill the vacancies in the headquarters' criminal police, which has truly turned the tide. But the world is so big, your efforts are still a drop in the bucket, and the country You have also seen the situation outside. No one has the right to survive the avalanche."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "I have considered everything that should be considered, but I have no regrets."
Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly and asked a question: "The supernatural events in the world are like drops of sea water, which together form a vast ocean. With your current strength, can you destroy this ocean?"
Yang Jian stared at the sea and slowly shook his head.
This metaphor is very good, considering countless evil ghosts as a vast ocean. When manpower is limited, who can truly move mountains and reclaim seas?
"Since the sea cannot be wiped out, then why can we humans live safely on land?" Wang Xiaoming's eyes returned to calm at this moment.
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he looked up at the moon, it was self-evident.
Because of the gravity of the moon, the sea is bound by gravity and cannot launch a huge tsunami to flood the continent, so people on the continent can live peacefully.
Wang Xiaoming's eyes reflected a full moon, and he affirmed: "If the evil ghost cannot be eliminated, then the only hope is to find something to restrain the evil ghost just like the moon binds the sea."
Yang Jian's face darkened. , the three sentences that Zhou Zheng wrote on the podium came to mind: "Ghosts cannot be killed, but they can be dealt with." Only ghosts can understand the laws of ghosts."
However, the next moment, Wang Xiaoming's calm voice came into his mind again: "Supernatural power can transform the moon and create an extremely terrifying and incomprehensible person. A god who lives in this mortal world and can bless the world forever!"
He suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Wang Xiaoming in shock.
The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts, and he seems to understand Wang Xiaoming’s thinking.
But what supernatural power can transform a moon? And will he have the ability to restrain the evil ghosts on the mainland?
“When the moon turns red!”
Wang Xiaoming slowly revealed his wild thoughts.
Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes. In his sight, the moon at this moment was scarlet.
But the next moment.
Wang Xiaoming took out something, a ghost candle that looked like it was poured out of blood.
He said: "In ancient folklore, the moon is red only in the eyes of ghosts. I hope the light of ghost candles can envelope the moon and affect the mainland."
Yang Jian said flatly: "Impossible, this can't be done."
Ghost candles are consumables, and no amount of ghost candles can light up a moon.
Wang Xiaoming's eyes were calm, he took out a photo from his arms and handed it over. He said in a weak voice: "This is a spiritual supernatural event, codenamed Quiet. The criminal police at the headquarters found that as long as it is within a certain range, If you shout the word "ghost" inside, the little girl will appear, and there is no limit on the number. ”
Yang Jian's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took the photo taken by the satellite and looked down.
The background of the photo is a dim county town. You can tell it is an old city from the age of the buildings and facilities. In the center of the photo stands a dirty little girl.
The girl has no eyes, only a pair of dark eye sockets. Her body is dirty and covered with bruises, like a corpse that has been dead for a long time.
Ghost!
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, put the photo in his pocket, analyzed it in his mind for a moment and said: "Your conditions are still not met. You yourself said that this ghost has a limited range, and the area it can affect is only one county. So it’s impossible to cover the moon. But according to your personality, you should have already made a feasible plan.”
Wang Xiaoming sat back in his wheelchair, his face a little tired and his eyelids drooped as he said: "Ghost candles are supernatural props. They are made from ashes, corpse oil and other materials, which are taken from different ghosts. But if these ghosts are put together like a puzzle, , the ghosts that are born will have the supernatural power of the ghost candle."
"Even if the ghost that is the source of the ghost candle can be born, there is still a problem of coverage that cannot be solved," Yang Jian said in a soft voice.
"So the executor of this plan must control the ghosts that cover a large enough area." Wang Xiaoming seemed to be dozing off, his voice became fainter, "I have found all the materials to create a god, and I must also sacrifice alone Go and carry out my plan to fly to the moon."
Yang Jian's face was slightly complicated and he quickly asked: "Who?"
Wang Xiaoming in the wheelchair had his head lowered and seemed to be asleep. Didn't answer his question immediately.
"Professor Wang?"
Yang Jian's eyes were dark, and the shadow under his feet swayed.
Not for a while.
Wang Xiaoming's head moved slightly, and he seemed to have concentrated all his strength, and softly said a name: "Shen Lan!"
After the words fell, Wang Xiaoming's body softened, and he just left He collapsed in the wheelchair and was supported by Yang Jian beside him.
Yang Jian felt heavy. After laying out Wang Xiaoming's body, he looked up at the moon above his head and pieced together the clues provided by Wang Xiaoming in his mind to analyze the feasibility of the plan.
“With Shen Lan as the core, let her control the source of silence and ghost candles, resurrect on the moon, infinitely superimpose her own number, and transform into dark red suns to turn the moon red. At that time, the unparalleled The light of the ghost candle binds countless ghosts on the ground?"
Yang Jian stood on the beach and hesitated for a long time, then said slowly. Said: "Before gold was developed, the idea of ghost controllers during the Republic of China was to use ghosts to restrain ghosts. It would be too risky to artificially create gods on the moon. It is also unclear whether the light of ghost candles can affect the ground through super long distances. But I know, so I can't carry out this crazy plan." (End of this chapter)