Chapter 1 Seeing Ghosts
Classroom of Class 7, Grade 3, No. 1 Middle School, Dadong City.
On the dark blackboard, three lines of large characters were written in white chalk.
“Ghosts cannot be killed.”
“Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.”
"Ghosts all have their own rules for killing."
A middle-aged man wearing short-sleeved shorts read these three sentences aloud on the podium.
Oddly enough, the weather in Dadong City this year is extremely cold and humid.
And this uncle, who was obviously wearing summer clothes, was so out of place compared to a group of high school seniors wearing blue and white school uniforms and jackets under the podium.
“Isn’t this a national defense and security education class? How did it become a ghost theory exchange conference?”
"Are you sure that this big shot named Fang Zheng is a normal person? I'm afraid he didn't come out of a mental hospital?"
"Actually, it's not bad to hear the talk about ghosts."
In the small classroom It was immediately filled with noisy discussions.
The vast majority of students were full of doubts and confusion after hearing these three sentences from this young man who was said to have a great background.
Ye Lai, who was sitting in the last row of the classroom at a single table, trembled visibly when he heard these words, with a very wonderful expression.
"Did I hear you correctly? Ghosts cannot be killed. Only ghosts can deal with ghosts. Isn't this the setting of a mysterious resurrection?" Ye Lai said to himself in an uncertain tone.
"Did I travel to a world of mysterious resurgence? Are you kidding? This world is not a good place!" Ye Lai scratched his fluffy black hair hard and stared at his eyes, which were caused by staying up too late. And the black eyes turned into panda eyes.
If there is anything that can describe how he feels now, then Ye Lai can guarantee that it must be Si.
And it’s the kind that’s half watery and half mushy, Si.
However, Ye Lai still did not come to a conclusion right away, and had some luck in his heart, waiting for the pretty boy on the stage who seemed to be called Fang Zheng to finish speaking.
Founder was not surprised by the reaction of most of the students in the audience. He shouted in a powerful voice that spread throughout the hundreds of square meters of the classroom: "Quiet!"
Immediately.
The shocked students all fell silent.
"Supernatural legends have been around since ancient times, and you have also seen a lot of Taoist zombie movies. But what I want to tell you is, don’t use the theories in your memory to judge the weird things that are about to appear. How will they appear and how will they appear? It’s not clear why it appears.”
“What I can tell you is that after many of us paid a heavy price for testing and research, this thing cannot be killed, and there is no annihilation. possibility.”
After a pause, Fang Zheng, who had a serious look on his face, said in a deep voice, "Don't use your known theories to think about ghosts. Any existing technology cannot have any effect on them. In order to deal with them, we have tried everything including missiles." Weapons, but without exception, they are ineffective. The only ones that can deal with ghosts are ghosts!"
This is the second point that Fang Zheng emphasizes, and it is also the second sentence that he writes on the blackboard.
The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts!
“Damn, it’s amazing, how come this guy is so true, it makes me a little scared to hear it.” The thin and blond guy sitting in front of Ye Lai turned around and said.
Ye Lai, who has determined that this world is most likely the world of the "Mysterious Resurrection" novel he read in his previous life, just replied absently: "Wang Jiaxin, don't think he is crazy, remember these Words are very important!”
As the original book says, ordinary people are almost certain to die when they encounter ghosts. The ghosts in the mysterious resurrection are completely different from those in common sense. They may exist in any form, but without exception, ordinary people cannot resist them even if they use all their tricks.
Even if Zhang Wei, the real protagonist as an ordinary person, won the game of rock-paper guessing with the mirror ghost all night, it just happened that he did not comply with the murder rules of the ghost. Ye Lai didn't think he was so special that he could do better than Zhang Wei. Be lucky.
Wait a minute, I remember that I have a cousin named Ye in Dahai City. He has a girlfriend named Feng Sisi. He also likes to drink milk, is a bit of a middle schooler, and loves to watch anime.
Can it be said? .
Ye Lai, who looked as depressed as if he had eaten to death just now, suddenly looked forward and giggled.
It seems that he is quite lucky. He is not from a humble background. Although he is not as good as Ghost-Eyed Xiao Yang, he is not bad either.
Wang Jiaxin, who had been staring at Ye Lai for a long time, said with disgust on his face: "Are you gay? Looking at me, a grown man, you can still smile so obscenely?"
It's not easy. Ye Lai, who was in a better mood, suddenly turned dark.
"Can you please stop being arrogant, Wang Jiaxin! Is your mind full of those yellow wastes?!"
Wang Jiaxin, who was scolded by Ye Lai, looked at it with a look of enjoyment. She glanced at him and said: "As expected of me, I am indifferent even to being scolded."
"." Ye Lai was silent.
I really don’t know why I would fall in love with such a good brother. It’s so sick.
The more you scold Wang Jiaxin, the happier he will be. But except for Wang Jiaxin, few people are willing to play with Ye Lai, a strange student.
Thumping!
A huge bang on the table suddenly sounded, and the eyes of everyone in the classroom were immediately attracted.
Fang Zheng, who was still on the podium, now came to a seat in the first row below with a gloomy face, and looked at a quiet man with glasses sitting on the seat with reserved and angry eyes.
Why is this ghost controller so crazy?
Ye Lai, who labeled Fang Zheng the 'Headquarters Ghost Controller', took a closer look and found that the place where Fang Zheng's eyes were focused was actually a potted plant placed on the bespectacled man's abdomen.
This plant is not one of the common ornamental plants on the market. It is completely black, and the leaves are unnaturally dark, and there are even sharp thorns on the stems.
With no time to explain too much, Fang Zheng took the potted plant from the bespectacled man's arms with trembling hands and asked in a cold voice: "Who gave you this plant?"
"Teacher, I, I, a stranger asked me to give this to you for money this morning. I really don't know anything." The man with glasses, who seemed to realize that something was wrong, hurriedly explained.
A stranger asked to give it to me?
Is this the revenge of those people?
Fang Zheng’s eyes moved slightly as he suddenly had many answers in his mind.
Ye Lai noticed something was wrong and looked around at the other people who were whispering bad things about Fang Zheng. He immediately leaned against Wang Jiaxin's back and whispered softly: "Don't panic if something unexpected happens later. Call Zhao Leiling. Let’s run away together!”
"Damn it, you don't really believe in ghosts, do you? Emperor Ye Tian." Wang Jiaxin replied dubiously.
Calm down, be sure to calm down.
Don’t panic, Ye Lai, you are an experienced time traveler. If you scare yourself to death, you may not scare others to death.
Ye Lai, who was so comforted in his heart, was an ordinary person after all, and could only barely control himself from shouting.
Crack.
Fang Zheng, who was not far away, suddenly threw the potted plant in his hand. It rolled several times and then hit the corridor wall.
"Let's get out of here, everyone, it's coming!" Fang Zheng, who was very sensitive to supernatural auras, could feel that someone in the classroom had triggered the ghost's killing pattern, so he quickly shouted loudly.
This ghost's murderous agent has been registered at the headquarters, so Fang Zheng was able to detect and react at a glance when he saw the bespectacled man holding a potted plant.
It’s just that Fang Zheng was a step too late after all.
Almost the moment the potted plant split.
Immediately.
The black vines were lingering, and the rotten black roots grew upward in a way that went against scientific common sense. At the same time, they spread to the wall like an ivy, and soon covered the entire corridor.
As time goes by, these layers of dense black rotten roots vaguely outline a pattern of a human face, and the part corresponding to the mouth has crawled into the classroom door, and in an instant, He entangled the student closest to the door.
"No, no, please help." The unknown student was surrounded by vines that looked like human hands, desperately asking for help.
But no one came forward to rescue him.
Don't overestimate this group of students. Most of them are so scared that they have forgotten to escape, let alone save others.
Gulu, Gulu.
The sharp spikes of the black vines poked and penetrated into the skin of the captured lucky man, greedily sucking him into his body like a delicious evil ghost.
"Ugh, this ghost is definitely not written in the original work."
Watching a living person die in front of him, even though he was mentally prepared, Ye Len couldn't help but vomit.
This ghost is indeed very special. For a ghost like this that is not a corpse or has no specific image, he only remembers the ghost lake in the original book, the mountain of corpses on the third floor of the Caesar Hotel, and other similar supernatural phenomena.
However, it turns out that Ye Lai's mental endurance is indeed good.
Almost at the same time that Ye Lai vomited, several boys and girls collapsed and ran out of the back door, disappearing into the corridor covered with black roots and vines.
A few seconds later, a few more people near the door were sucked to death by the strange vines, but to Ye Lai's surprise, the man with glasses who had always been silent was unscathed.
Is this ghost still intelligent and capable of picking on people? No, it’s impossible. The number of intelligent ghosts in the original novel can be counted on one hand.
Unless the man with glasses didn't trigger the ghost's killing pattern.
"Wang Jiaxin, run away from the window with me!" Ye Lai, who didn't dare to bet on whether he had triggered this ghost's murderous pattern, reluctantly calmed down and pulled Wang Jiaxin in front of him to jump out of the next window.
"Why don't you wait a minute, Old Zhao? Forget it, he is too lucky to die." Wang Jiaxin had no choice but to give up after looking at the cold, handsome man who didn't know what he was doing at the other end of the classroom.
Swish!
Suddenly.
A cold, ominous vine flew towards this side.
However, Fang Zheng, who had been standing still, suddenly grabbed the vine with his frozen hands, and the sound of his heartbeat, which only beats once every three seconds, could be heard clearly, "Let's go! Don't. Stay, silly kids!”
Soon, at the critical moment, when most of the black vines attacked Fang Zheng, who had been offline for a long time, Ye Lai pulled Wang Jiaxin and jumped out of the window.
With a crash, Ye Lai, who felt like he was surrounded by a sea of trees, fell to the ground in disgrace after being washed by layers of leaves.
It hurts so much. Fortunately, our class is on the second floor, and there happens to be a tree by the window. Otherwise, my pelvic bone would be broken by this, right?
Holding his butt in pain, Ye Lai stood up unsteadily and observed the situation around him.
As for Wang Jiaxin? He is still lying unconscious.
The surrounding environment is very gloomy and depressing. There is invisible darkness five meters away. The walls of the teaching building next to it are like the devil's intestines, covered with wriggling black vines.
You must know that it is noon now.
This is definitely a ghost's ghost domain, and the area is not small, at least the size of a teaching building.
Ye Lai made a rough analysis.
Just what is the killing pattern of this ghost?
Speech? No, it shouldn't be, otherwise Wang Jiaxin and I would have died just now.
In short, it should be related to the sound, so it’s always right to be careful.
Thinking about this, Ye Lai suddenly had a bold idea in his mind
"Emperor Ye Tian, help me, help me. I have something to tell you." Wang Jia, who fell to the ground, shouted in ecstasy.
Immediately, Ye Lai hurriedly pulled up the half-dead 'good brother': "Are you okay, Wang Jiaxin?"
"Don't worry, oh, it hurts me to death, that's all. It's just a broken bone." Wang Jiaxin was reluctantly helped up by Ye Lai, looking like he was about to die.
"What on earth did you do? Look at me, isn't it P?"
"That's because I helped you with the bottom line! Don't say so much, hurry up and take care of me I'm going to the infirmary, or I'm really going to die."
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It seems that is indeed the case. No wonder this guy is soaked all over, and his whole body is covered in blood.
Ye Lai, who couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Wang Jiaxin, carefully carried him and slowly rushed along the wall to the location in his memory in the infirmary.
Ye Lai, who has not triggered the killing pattern for the time being, is not afraid, but he does not dare to be too desperate. There is also an infirmary near the office building, but it is next to the principal's office on the fifth floor.
It’s just that supernatural beings are always full of uncertainty. Who knows whether a terrifying ghost will emerge from the unknown darkness in the next second and abduct him?
"Today is really a hell." Wang Jiaxin, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, whispered in Ye Lai's ear.
Sand, sand, sand.
Ye Lai quickened his pace, making a rustling sound on the fallen leaves with his feet. A person cannot survive long with blood loss all over his body. He must find the infirmary from the ghost world within five minutes while ensuring his life safety
I have read a lot of fan fiction written by the author, and I feel that most of them It's not that interesting, so I plan to write one myself. The author is a student, and the updates won't be very stable. Well, some people may ask Fang Zheng why he didn't take action earlier. You will understand naturally if you put yourself into the perspective of a ghost controller. (Don’t be too harsh. Please forgive me if the newcomer writes poorly. Thank you.)
(End of this chapter)