Chapter 10 Classmate
Wen Zhong searched on the website for a moment and quickly found a post about the classification of the levels of ghosts.
When I opened it, there was a line of small words on it that said:
This article only uses the degree of harm as the basis for classification, and does not represent the terror level of the ghost itself.
Level C: Restricted level.
Fierce ghosts fixed in a certain area are somewhat dangerous and not contagious.
Class B: Dangerous level.
The ghosts that already have the ability to wander are very dangerous and have a certain degree of diffusion.
Level A: disaster level.
If left unchecked, it can kill the population of a city within a certain period of time. It is extremely dangerous and has considerable spread potential.
S level: Destruction level.
It can no longer be measured in terms of danger. It has the ability to destroy the population of several cities. If it cannot be contained, it can even destroy a country.
"So that's it, are there four levels of evil spirits?" Wen Zhong roughly understood that this level of harm only indicates the degree of harm to humans, and has nothing to do with the terror of the evil spirits themselves.
For example.
There are two people of equal strength, but one of them sleeps all day, and the other likes to make trouble everywhere. Then the person who likes to make trouble must be much more harmful than the person who likes to sleep.
"This level classification has no practical effect. It can only be used as a reference at most." Wen Zhong shook his head and closed the post. If he really encountered a fierce ghost, no matter what level he was, he would not be able to escape death.
He continued to browse other information, and one of the posts titled "Tips of Ghost Controllers" caught Wen Zhong's eyes. He indeed knew very little about the information related to Ghost Controllers.
Wen Zhong looked at it, his expression gradually became serious, his brows furrowed, and he saw this sentence written in the post:
Driving a ghost is not as glorious as everyone imagined. , On the contrary, this is a very desperate thing. If the ghost controller does not control it and squanders supernatural power wantonly, he will soon die from the ghost's resurrection.
And even if you can guarantee that you will not use your supernatural power once after controlling the ghost, most ghost controllers will not live for more than one year, and they will have to live in the pain of being corroded by the ghost every day.
The post also mentioned at the end that countries around the world are actively researching ways to extend the lifespan of ghost masters, but the current research progress is not ideal.
"Is this the final fate of people involved in supernatural beings?" Wen Zhong felt cold after reading the post. He did not expect that the consequences of controlling a ghost would be so serious.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that after eating braised pork yesterday, his condition had become much better. Only ghosts can deal with ghosts. This sentence came to Wen Zhong's mind again.
If the ghost fungus he controls is considered one ghost, then the ghost meat contaminated with the supernatural powers of the powerful ghost is considered another ghost.
Using his own body as the battlefield, the powers of the two ghosts first collided with each other, and then restrained each other, and finally reached a delicate balance, and this balance may be the key to improving his condition.
"If I ate ten or eight pieces of meat yesterday, would I no longer have to worry about the ghost's resurgence? No, the sequelae would be enough to kill me." Wen Zhong regretted a little.
Turning off the web page, Wen Zhong patiently browsed other information. After roughly enriching his knowledge reserve, he turned off the computer and stood up to leave the Internet cafe.
He was going to go to the night market again and try to get more braised pork, because that was the only way he could think of to save himself. Even if he couldn't eat it all at once, he could save it for later. eat.
Although Daan Night Market does not open until evening, it is good to go there early to make some preparations.
Just as Wen Zhongxi was thinking carefully about how to act at night, he suddenly felt as if he had hit something, and then an "ouch" came out.
"Damn it, who doesn't have eyes dares to bump into me, Prince Huang Long Huang of Da'an!" The voice was very familiar, and Wen Zhong immediately remembered that this person was the little Huang Mao whom he had taught him a lesson in the Internet cafe yesterday.
I saw him scolding and getting up.
Then he looked up and saw that the person who bumped into him was actually Wen Zhong. His face instantly became a little ugly, but he still said stubbornly: "It's actually you, kid. I was talking about going to find you, but I didn't expect that here We met.”
“Looking for me?” Wen Zhong frowned and dusted himself off. "It seems like you don't care about eating or fighting. The scar healed so quickly and you forgot about the pain."
After that, he took a step forward and stared directly at Huang Mao. Last time he I didn’t want to kill someone in front of the children, so I let this scumbag go, but now...
"Okay, Xiao Huang, we are all friends, why are we fighting and killing?"
Just when Wen Zhong was about to attack Huang Mao, a young man came over, waved his hand and separated the two. Judging from his age, he looks similar to Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong saw the person coming clearly and clenched his fists unconsciously.
The visitor's name is Fang Dezhao, Wen Zhong's squad leader in college. Relying on his strong financial background, he often targets Wen Zhong.
"Wen Zhong, it's rare that the squad leader comes out to help you, why don't you say thank you."
At this time, several more people walked out from behind Fang Dezhao and Prince Huang. One of the women walked directly towards Wen Zhong and said with a smile: "Wen Zhong, you must learn to be grateful as a human being."
The girl who spoke was called Li Mu , several other people are also familiar with Wen Zhong, they are all his classmates.
"Yes, Wen Zhong, you have to say thank you anyway." The person who spoke this time was named Gu He, who was Fang Dezhao's little follower.
"Thank you? Li Mu and Gu He, you two like to be dogs, don't bother me." Wen Zhong said coldly: "And Fang Dezhao, if I know that you are actually with such a person If they get mixed up, they might jump out of the coffin board."
After that, he waved to the others to say hello and prepared to turn around and leave.
As for Huang Mao, Wen Zhong didn't want to argue with him anymore in front of his classmates. There would be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future.
"Wait a minute, Wen Zhong." Fang Dezhao looked a little ugly after being scolded by Wen Zhong, but he still squeezed out a false smile and said: "It's a rare encounter, why don't you go to the city center with us? Forget it, you haven’t been to the amusement park yet.”
“Of course, I’ll pay for the tickets,” he added at the end.
Wen Zhong frowned and turned around to say something, but met a concerned look.
That person's name is Li Ruohan, who is also the deputy monitor of Wen Zhong's class. Unlike the flamboyant Fang Dezhao, she is usually low-key and takes great care of Wen Zhong.
Of course, why Li Ruohan cared for him so much was not something Wen Zhong could know, but in fact Wen Zhong had indeed been taken care of by him.
"How about Wen Zhong, I still have a few tickets for haunted houses here. My uncle got them for me with great difficulty. But I remember that you seem to like ghosts very much."
At this time, Fang Dezhao saw Li Ruohan looking at Wen Zhong with such concern, and couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart. Upon seeing this, he immediately took out a few tickets from his pocket and shook them towards Wen Zhong.
"You are so generous, monitor." Wen Zhong came to his senses and took two steps forward. He stared directly at Fang Dezhao, took out the ticket in his hand, tore it into pieces, and then directly Turn around and leave without giving others a chance to stay.
"Wen Zhong, you..."
Fang Dezhao's face was livid, and he looked at Wen Zhong's leaving figure. He stopped Huang Mao, who wanted to go up to find trouble. After a while, he squeezed out a forced smile, stretched out his hand to wave to the others and continued walking towards the amusement park.
The time comes at night.
Wen Zhong has arrived at the night market. Although it has not officially opened yet, many merchants have begun to set up stalls.
He found a place to sit down casually, when a text message alert suddenly came from the mobile phone in Wen Zhong's pocket.
Taking it out, I found that the sender was actually Li Ruohan.
"Wen Zhong, are you okay? I see you haven't come to school in the past two days. Everyone is very worried about you."
Wen Zhong thought for a while and replied, "I have something to do at home these past two days. I wish you have a good time.”
Wen Zhong then sent the phone number of the satellite phone to Li Ruohan, telling her that the previous mobile phone card might be deactivated, and stated that she could contact him anytime she needed help.
He did this purely to repay Li Ruohan for taking care of him in the past, and had no other intention.
After waiting for a while, there was no new news. Wen Zhong smiled to himself, put his phone back in his pocket, and started to squat. (End of chapter)