Chapter 3 Contact with the Source
"Ye Lai, is it you? Where is Wang Jiaxin?" Zhao Leiling, who was wearing a blood-stained school uniform jacket and had a bad look on his face, forced a smile.
Beside him, Fang Zheng was in a very embarrassed state. His face, which was already pale due to supernatural erosion, became even more bloodless. There were obvious bloody palm prints on his limbs. He looked like a corpse crawling out of a mountain of corpses. The dead come out.
"Come with me, Zhao Leiling and this Mr. Fang."
Ye Lai pushed open the rough door on the side and led the two people into the infirmary.
The sleepy infirmary was extremely depressing. There were two mummies lying flat on the floor. The faint breathing of Wang Jiaxin, who was covered in blood on the bench, could be heard clearly.
The weird atmosphere made Zhao Leiling, who had just experienced an incredible supernatural attack, start to doubt his life.
This infirmary seems to be a microcosm of the world after the resurgence of terror in the future. There is lingering despair everywhere, and ordinary people can only survive in the world.
"Zhao Leiling, don't be in a daze, help tie a bandage on Fang Zheng."
Suddenly, Ye Lai interrupted Zhao Leiling's thoughts with a large circle of hemostatic bandages in his hand.
He could see what Zhao Leiling was thinking, and he actually had the same idea in his heart. However, Ye Lai did not despair when he knew that there were existences like Will-o'-the-Wisp Li Jun among the Ghost Controllers.
If the sky falls and there is still a tall man holding it up, Ye Lai will only consider the current real problems instead of the illusory future.
"Okay, by the way, Ye Lai, do you know Mr. Fang's identity? Do you need me to introduce it to you?" After reacting, Zhao Leiling took the bandage from Ye Lai's hand and closed his eyes to rest. Fang Zheng asked while bandaging the wound.
After thinking for a while, Ye Lai decided not to act so abnormal, and nodded happily: "Tell me, it is impossible that Mr. Fang is a ghost?!"
Clear his thoughts , Zhao Leiling, who has always been calm, said slowly: "According to what Mr. Shi Fang said on the way to the infirmary, the official organization has a special organization to deal with these terrifying ghosts called Interpol Asia Division, referred to as the Ghost Controller Headquarters."< br>
"You still remember the saying that only ghosts can deal with ghosts, right?"
Zhao Leiling, who paused and saw Ye Lai nodding, continued to add: "Interpol like Fang Zheng controls the evil ghosts who have not fully recovered. People who can use the supernatural power of ghosts to fight against ghosts, but every moment they They will all suffer from the supernatural erosion of the ghost in their bodies. When the ghosts in their bodies are fully revived, it will be the end of their lives."
"Do you mean there is a terrifying ghost in Mr. Fang's body?" br>
Ye Lai, who was pretending to be surprised, was startled, and the hand holding the bandage trembled.
"Don't be afraid, at least it won't hurt you before I die." Fang Zheng, who suddenly opened his eyes, said, covering his heart that had almost stopped beating.
Hearing this, Ye Lai breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hello, Mr. Fang, my name is Ye Lai, and I am a good friend of this classmate Zhao. The person lying next to me is Wang Jiaxin, who is also one of my good friends."
" Hello, my name is Fang Zheng. I am an Interpol police officer, codenamed Bing Xin, and I serve as the acting head of Dadong City."
Ye Lai shook hands with Fang Zheng, who looked friendly, and they introduced themselves to each other. .
The temperature of this guy's whole body is so low, he is like a mobile icehouse.
Ye Lai, who did not dare to have too much physical contact with Fang Zheng, listened to his slow and deafening heartbeat and asked curiously: "Mr. Fang's heartbeat is much slower than ordinary people, and the blood flow is very slow. Is this using The price of supernatural power?"
Looking at Ye Lai in surprise, Fang Zheng struggled to move his stiff limbs and reluctantly stood up from the bench.
"Yes, my heart is the heart of a ghost. It gives me the ability to freeze everything, and it also makes me gradually lose my vitality. It won't be long before my whole body solidifies into ice. My death date."
"By the way, call me Teacher Fang. Before I came into contact with supernatural beings, I was still a teacher."
"Okay, Mr. Fang, no. Question, Mr. Fang," Ye Lai teased.
"." Fang Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, and quietly revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.
Joking aside, Ye Lai, who has a little knowledge of medicine, said seriously: "Mr. Fang, your joints are almost frozen and you have difficulty moving. It just so happens that the infirmary does not have any medicine for this purpose."
"It's okay, just get used to it." Fang Zheng, who had just raised his legs to walk, changed his expression, walked like a robot and sat back on the bench while moonwalking.
"I remember that the principal who loved collecting antiques seemed to have a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao handed down from the Republic of China in his office." Zhao Leiling seemed to have thought of something and said in an uncertain tone.
Dongdong during the Republic of China?
Are you sure you remember correctly?
Ye Lai looked at Zhao Leiling with incredible eyes.
It’s not that he doesn’t believe in Zhao Leiling, but that most people who have seen the mysterious recovery know that things in the Republic of China are definitely not simple.
Look at how many powerful captains are related to people from the Republic of China? There is more than one hand related to Ghost Eye Xiao Yang, right?
"Mr. Fang, you stay here and look after Wang Jiaxin. Zhao Leiling comes with me to the principal's office." As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Lai rushed out of the infirmary door.
Seeing this, Zhao Leiling closed the door and chased after him.
The principal's office is not far from the door of the infirmary. After all, it is on the same floor, so after walking for more than ten meters, Ye Lai came to the old wooden door of the principal's office that was large enough for two people to enter at the same time.
Haze-like darkness shrouded most of the principal's office. If he hadn't seen the black ghost vine Ye Lai, he wouldn't have dared to walk in alone.
His feet made a weird sound as if they were stepping on a piece of skin, but the floor in sight was normal cement tiles.
"The ghost domain is very deceptive. Normal people may complain at this time, and then be targeted by the ghost vine, triggering its killing pattern." Ye Lai analyzed calmly.
Although he didn't know where the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao was placed, Ye Lai still searched the principal's desk for a while. In addition to a bunch of useless information, he only found a few old-fashioned keys. They looked a bit old and had a different style. Seems modern.
"Ye Lai, are you there? I remember that the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao was placed in some old wooden cabinets in the corner of the office, but I don't have the key." Zhao Leiling, who hurried over, looked at Ye Lai, who was still groping. Ledao.
"Is this the key you are talking about?" Ye Lai turned around happily and shook a bunch of keys and said.
Nodding slightly, Zhao Leiling suggested: "There are too many keys. Let's try them one by one. This will be more efficient."
"Okay, let's do that." A bit selfish Ye Lai gave Zhao Leiling most of the modern keys, while he kept three scattered old keys with patina.
Zhao Leiling didn't say anything about this, turned around and looked for the lower right corner of the office, and was swallowed up by darkness in the blink of an eye.
Ye Lai, whose eyes moved slightly but still said nothing, also turned and walked towards the lower left corner of the office to look for the wooden cabinets Zhao Leiling mentioned.
The deep darkness seemed to lengthen the distance infinitely. Even though the principal's office was not quite there, it still gave Ye Lai the feeling that he had walked for a long time before reaching the edge.
Soon, several black and red painted wooden cabinets placed in the corners finally appeared in his sight.
Click.
It seems that I have good luck.
Ye Lai took out a key at random and opened the black painted wood cabinet, rummaging around with concentration.
The interior of this black wooden cabinet is covered with light golden gold foil. Several wooden boards have rotted away due to age and disrepair, but it is still sealed.
"Gold? It seems that there is something supernatural involved here." His expression changed, and Ye Lai reached out and pulled out a small red lacquered wooden bench that could barely accommodate one person.
There was a vague vision coming from the cabinet. Ye Lai, whose scalp was numb from being stared at, locked the cabinet with his backhand and hurried away from here to open the mahogany cabinet on the other side.
He felt that the small red lacquered wooden bench was a bit familiar, and the style seemed like something he had known before.
But after a while, Ye Lai couldn't figure out anything, so he had to put this ordinary little bench aside to dry.
After opening the red wooden cabinet with a bronze key, Ye Lai was suddenly stunned.
“Another cabinet? And the gold-plated one?” Ye Lai said in surprise.
I saw that the mahogany cabinet contained another one
A gilded chest the size of a human head.
Where are you putting this matryoshka doll?
Surprised but not surprised, Ye Lai immediately opened the cabinet with the last solid gold key that had not been used yet.
He was lying if he said in his heart that he was not panicking.
Who can remain calm and composed when exposed to a real ghost for the first time? Neither can Ghost Eye Xiao Yang.
But it turned out that Ye Lai was worried too much after all.
In the gold cabinet the size of a human head, there was only a piece of blackened leather with writing on it and a thin, crystal clear face.
Carefully taking out the piece of leather, Ye Lai carefully read the content written on it in red traditional fonts as if he had found a treasure.
[You will become it and it will become you. Only by firming up the Taoist heart can we gain access. ]
"You will become it, and it will become you. Only by firming up your Taoist heart can you understand it?" Ye Lai read this sentence in a low voice, and Ye Lai looked at the card in the cabinet thoughtfully. Blank face.
Take a gamble, life or death depends on this!
Bite your teeth.
As if he had made a decision, Ye Lai's trembling hands picked up the blank face and pressed it against his own.
A cool and refreshing touch came from his face, and it was replaced by a kind of comfort, as if this blank face was a part of himself.
There was no pain as expected, and no horror as imagined. The face that seemed to be a real ghost easily blended into Ye Lai's face.
The process was quite smooth and there were no uncomfortable changes.
It was even so relaxing that it made his hair stand on end.
"I, did I succeed? From now on, I will also be a short-lived ghost controller."
Touching his face, which was just smoother and more delicate than before, Ye Lai He muttered something like waking up from a dream.
In his impression, most of the driving of ghosts was painful and thrilling. For example, when Yang Jian controlled the ghost eyes, he felt a heartbreaking pain.
Such easy success now makes Ye Lai very uncomfortable. At least in the original work, Ye Lai only knows a handful of ghost controllers like himself.
For example, Zhao Xiaoya, who has a wishing ghost.
“Hey, it’s better to let me die if it’s really what I thought.” Ye Lai, who was thinking deeply and horrified, took a breath of heat and complained softly. road.
Stop it, don’t think about it any more.
My heart will be shaken if I think about it again. Since it is written like this on the leather, there must be a reason.
Just when Ye Lai calmed down, he seemed to have forgotten that he had accidentally complained just now.
And this is equivalent to triggering Kito's killing pattern again, which is more dangerous than dancing on the tip of a knife.
Immediately.
The ghost realm is ever-changing.
Countless rotten black vines that lingered like earthworms climbed up the wooden door of the principal's office out of thin air, squirmed and got in along the gap.
Hiss.
The sharp spikes easily cut through the paper after the vine climbed up the desk, and then one after another entered the mummy under the desk that was ignored by Ye Lai and Zhao Leiling.
In the end, the whole body was covered with black thorns, and he looked slightly graceful. His eye sockets and mouth were opened little by little under the action of strands of rotten roots. The mummy, which seemed to be whispering, suddenly overturned the desk, and a pair of The dull dead fish eyes turned in the direction of Ye Lai.
Click, click.
With stiff and regular steps that only the dead can walk, this strange mummy covered a distance of more than ten meters in just a few breaths.
However, when it came behind Ye Lai and was closely together with him, the mummy stopped moving.
"Huh? Why does my back feel cold?" Ye Lai reached out and touched his back, his expression changed.
Bumpy, dry and rough, and earthworm-like to the touch, there is only one possibility.
That’s the ghost’s hand!
As soon as he turned around, the motionless mummy suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands and lifted him up.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three black vines two centimeters thick tore Ye Lai's skin and plunged into his neck, sucking bright red blood.
"Zhao Leiling, run! Cough, cough, wow!" Ye Lai shouted with determination as he spat out a large mouthful of blood on the face of the mummy.
After staring into the mummy’s dull, dead fish eyes for a while, Ye Lai struggled desperately, grabbing the mummy with both hands and pushing it forward.
Soon, some unknown supernatural force gradually eroded his body. Several black shoots sprouted from his bloody neck, and the wounds began to rot and turn black.
The blurred vision undoubtedly showed that Ye Lai was also in danger of hypoxia.
But Ye Lai is not dead yet.
There is a supernatural force that is constantly repairing Ye Lai's damaged body, while another supernatural force from the ghost vine is constantly destroying Ye Lai's body.
It’s just that it’s obvious that the supernatural power Ye Lai has mastered is at a disadvantage, causing him to fall into a crisis worse than death.
"Fuck, Zhao Leiling, why the hell don't you leave?" Ye Lai, whose life was hanging by a thread, saw Zhao Leiling rushing over with a high bench, and immediately shouted angrily.
"I'm not a selfish person like you!"
Holding the red stool as his only weapon, Zhao Leiling replied absentmindedly and hit the terrifying mummy hard.
What Ye Lai didn't expect was that Zhao Leiling's hit actually worked.
The mummy of Oni Teng, who was hit by the stool leg, immediately stopped at this moment, and even the hands holding his neck relaxed a lot.
Only ghosts can deal with ghosts. It is obvious that the redwood bench held by Zhao Leiling has supernatural power, which suppresses the ghost vines to a certain extent.
After a while.
Ye Lai, who finally recovered a little bit, felt the huge strength coming from his neck again.
The Ghost Teng Mummy is still obsessed with killing Ye Lai. Without wisdom, it doesn't know that the right thing to do is to give priority to killing Zhao Leiling at this time.
This is the ghost in the mysterious recovery. It is like a program that has been designed in advance. It is rigid, does not know how to adapt, and only abides by the rules of killing.
Thumping!
Zhao Leiling hit the mummy on the head with the red stool again.
Immediately.
Strips of ghost vines sprang out of the body of the mummy who let go, twisting continuously in mid-air. He had no time to take care of Ye Lai, who fell in front of him, and stayed in place, motionless.
Even Ye Lai, as a ghost controller, did not expect that the ghost vine with the ghost domain would be interrupted and attacked by Zhao Leiling, an ordinary person using supernatural items.
But Zhao Leiling still cautiously planned to make up for it a third time.
"Tai. There was a lot of resistance, as if someone was sitting on it." Zhao Leiling's face darkened, and he almost fell over after using all his strength. He lifted the bench and hit the mummy next to him one last time.
"Ah!!!" The motionless mummy screamed, so deafening that Ye Lai's eardrums were about to burst.
In a trance, a large pile of black vines and roots suddenly left the mummy, retreated under some supernatural resistance, and disappeared into the darkness.
This should be the closest I have been to death, right?
After being silent for a while, Ye Lai looked at the wounds on his body that healed quickly without supernatural interference and said: "The supernatural power of the ghost face I control can allow me to quickly heal fatal wounds. This ability can go further. Maybe it’s the immortality like a real ghost.”
He had a better understanding of ghost faces.
If you really want to break it down, Ghostface should be a passively resurrected ghost similar to Feng Quangui's skeleton. The best proof is that he passively used supernatural power to fight against the Ghost Vine Source Ghost just now.
Thinking about what he had just experienced, Ye Lai still has lingering fears.
The source of the ghost vine is simply not something that I can touch at my current level. Maybe I will be able to deal with this ghost if I have a ghost domain like Yang Jian and have a ghost realm in the future.
“Zhao Leiling, let’s go back to the infirmary quickly, don’t stay here anymore.”
Ye Lai, who didn't dare to stay any longer, took Zhao Leiling and picked up the small red lacquered wooden bench and hurriedly left the principal's office.
But he seemed to have forgotten something. Wait a moment, readers, Ye Zhen-chan will appear soon! For those of you who are confused about Zhao Leiling’s use of a red lacquered wood bench, please read it patiently. There will be an explanation later. Then let me say that there is no female protagonist in this book. The two male protagonists are Ye Lai and Ye Zhen, and the others are all supporting roles. The main writing style is as desperate as possible when writing about ghosts, and more funny when writing about people. (The author has written too much daily prose and it is difficult to correct it. Please forgive me.)
(End of this chapter)