Chapter 7 The Resurrection of the Fierce Ghost
Twelve o'clock in the evening
In a private villa on the outskirts of Dadong City.
One of the bedrooms is about 100 square meters.
Ye Lai, who had gone to bed not long after arriving at Zhao Leiling's house, could not fall asleep for a long time.
The fair, delicate, ashen face looked slightly unfamiliar yet familiar, giving people a lifeless and ghost-like feeling.
But before driving the faceless ghost at noon today, Ye Lai's face was a healthy wheat yellow, and he often wore a cheerful smile.
I have to say that the impact of supernatural power corroding the body is great.
“I can’t sleep, I’m very awake, and there’s no pain, but this method of recovery is very torturous.” Ye Lai muttered to himself while lying on the bed.
He feels that his current state is like that of Yang Jian, a late-stage alien. He does not need sleep or food, just like a real ghost.
But this is actually an illusion, just an illusion caused by the erosion of supernatural power that excessively affects people's consciousness in one day.
Ye Lai, who closed his eyes and stopped thinking about anything, immediately relaxed.
The vague consciousness will always wake up under the influence of a supernatural force every time. In this case, why can't he control himself between a vague and awake state?
If you dare to think, dare to do.
Soon, Ye Lai, who tried a few more times, successfully found that state.
In this pseudo-sleepwalking state, he felt like a lonely boat floating on the vast ocean, running around in confusion.
He could see a lot of interesting things along the way, but he couldn't choose where to go.
A vaguely remembered scene suddenly appeared in Ye Lai's mind.
This is a simple office with moss and mildew everywhere. Three young men wearing black long fir, red cheongsam and white plain clothes respectively, the woman and the boy are discussing something intensely.
One of the young men in white asked loudly, "Are you really sure you want to do this? What if the descendants can't stand firm? Do you know how big a mistake it will be for a ghost to have the identity of a human!" ”
The young man holding black leather in his hands and a blank, thin face sighed helplessly.
"If you don't believe it, how can you succeed? I have made up my mind, and even if Brother Wang repeatedly dissuades me, I cannot change my decision."
The cheongsam woman next to me also interjected when she saw this. : "If Brother Wang still insists on doing this, don't blame me and the captain for being ruthless."
"You, you will regret it one day!" The young man in white waved his sleeves and left without hesitation. This office disappeared into the vast memory.
Looking at the black leather on his hand, the young man in black shirt bit his middle finger hard, and the red blood danced rapidly, and he wrote a few words on it after a while.
[You will become it and it will become you. Only by firming up the Taoist heart can we gain access. ]
Almost the moment I saw this sentence, the already extremely unstable memory scene collapsed completely.
At this moment, Old Heishan, who had disappeared from his memory, looked at Ye Lai and smiled.
The pupils shrank, and after opening his eyes, Ye Lai suddenly sat up from the bed.
The stiff face revealed a hint of panic and luck.
"Who is that young man from Heishan? And is that young man in white surnamed Wang a member of the Wang family?" Ye Lai said with a hint of luck.
Just now when his memory collapsed, he accidentally saw an extremely terrifying scene.
The Heishan youth who was suspected of being a ghost controller during the Republic of China actually looked at his ideological side!
What this means, Ye Lai knows very well.
The other party can easily get rid of him at any time through the memory of the faceless ghost he controls.
"What time is it now?" Ye Lai casually took the ordinary mobile phone from the pillow and looked at the time.
The above shows 6:30 in the morning.
After doing this, Ye Lai took off the school uniform jacket that he had worn all day.
Just as his left hand touched the heart of his short shirt, Ye Lai stopped.
There is no sound of heartbeat.
There is no temperature that normal people should have.
Am I already dead?
Frowning, Ye Lai got out of bed expressionlessly and rummaged around for a while, then took a thermometer and took his own temperature.
"It's about thirty-seven degrees, no problem. Why is it so cold at the eccentric opening?"
Puzzled, Ye Lai measured the temperature of various parts again, and the results were all the same. It was a normal human body temperature, except that the area around the heart felt frozen, lower than fifteen degrees.
Although Ghost Eye Yang Jian's body was cold in the early stage, the problem was that his whole body was cold, not just one part of him that was temporarily cold like him.
Perhaps it is because most of the supernatural powers of my ghost face are repairing the body, and only part of it is out of control and destroying the body under the influence of the resurgence of the evil ghost. The mutual influence of each other leads to this phenomenon?
Thinking about it carefully, the doubts in Ye Lai's heart became bigger and bigger.
"Forget it, let's not worry about it for now." Shaking his head, Ye Lai temporarily gave up the idea of in-depth research.
Ye Lai, who had surprisingly little emotional fluctuations, put away the thermometer, put on a pair of ordinary slippers, opened the bedroom door and entered the hall.
The hall of this villa is very large, covering several hundred square meters. The floor is paved with clear-textured marble tiles, and there are many miscellaneous things placed there.
"Hey, why did Ye Tiandi get up so early today? You usually stay in bed every day in the dormitory!" Wang Jiaxin, who was sitting on the comfortable sofa, was holding a bag of breakfast in his hand.
Smiling indifferently, Ye Lai sat next to him and asked coldly: "Where is Zhao Leiling?"
Bah, bah.
Chewing the white and tender steamed buns, Wang Jiaxin put a fragrant steamed bun into Ye Lai's hand and said inarticulately: "Lai, take a spore, Lao Zhao is in my room."
After taking a bite of the buns, Ye Lai stood up and didn't pay attention for a moment. Before going to find Zhao Leiling, he asked: "What kind of stuffing are these buns?" Vegetable buns, this is a top carcinogen!”
Immediately.
Ye Lai immediately vomited out the unpleasant buns and stomach juice.
Even just as a precaution, Ye Lai punched out all his teeth, vomited them all over the floor, and then sprouted new ones at a speed visible to the naked eye in just one minute. deciduous teeth.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, you don't have martial ethics." Ye Lai left Wang Jiaxin with a sullen face.
I didn’t expect that he would be forced to use supernatural powers to deal with Wang Jiaxin’s prank.
His behavior almost set a new lower limit for ghost controllers after the original Sun Yi.
Gently pushing open the door of another bedroom, he noticed that the air was filled with a cold supernatural atmosphere. The sensitive Ye Lai couldn't help but look at Zhao Leiling who was lying on the bed with a bitter look on his face.
“Old Zhao, what is going on?
The floor of the messy room was covered with the marks of stool legs, and the small red lacquered wooden stool teleported from under the bed to various places from time to time.
It looks like an invisible naughty kid is moving the bench around, and weird supernatural phenomena are happening one after another.
“Last night I locked this small red lacquered wood bench in the closet. Unexpectedly, it suddenly ran to my bedside in the middle of the night. I could still hear the weird laughter of children.”
“Look at the dark circles under my eyes, isn’t this what a ghost is?” Zhao Leiling rubbed his eyes and sighed.
Ye Lai's mouth twitched. It seemed that Zhao Leiling had used supernatural items too frequently and suffered the consequences and was targeted by the ghost on the bench.
It's just that he didn't know whether it was because Zhao Leiling was sitting on the bed too high and couldn't reach him, or because the killing pattern wasn't triggered, but the ghost on the bench didn't attack him all night.
A touch of frost condensed on his left hand, and Ye Lai, who used his supernatural power, suddenly grabbed the empty air above the bench.
He needs to make an attempt. Assuming that there is really an incorporeal ghost sitting on the bench, then his temptation to freeze the supernatural should be more or less effective.
Ye Lai frowned slightly when he felt that he had caught something in his hand. After a few seconds, his expression changed, and the bowl of his hand broke inexplicably.
Dark red blood slowly flowed out from the wound. Ye Lai, who watched his left hand disappear, smiled coldly.
Click, click, click.
After a while, under Zhao Leiling's incredible gaze, Ye Lai grew a brand new left hand.
"This ghost attacked me, but I was fooled. The frost will be carried along the supernatural traces, and then temporarily freeze the ghost." Ye Lai shook Bai Nen. With his left hand, he explained to the confused Zhao Leiling.
Immediately, his actions had an effect.
It seems that the ghost on the bench and the red lacquered wooden bench are two independent entities.
After there was no interference from the ghost on the bench, the bench, which was just a supernatural object, returned to normal, and there were no more weird supernatural phenomena.
"Get your things and go have breakfast." Ye Lai said expressionlessly.
Then Ye Lai turned around and left the bedroom.
Picking up the cold bench, Zhao Leiling changed into a pure white sweater and followed Ye Lai sleepily to the hall.
At this time Wang Jiaxin had already eaten most of the breakfast.
Stupidly, he even looked back at Ye Lai.
On the messy sofa there were only eggshells, crumbs of steamed buns, pieces of steamed buns and other remnants.
"." Ye Lai was silent for a long time.
"It's okay, let's buy a new one." Zhao Leiling said calmly with the corner of his mouth twitching.
He nodded, and just when Ye Lai was about to go out, he stopped again.
"Someone is knocking on the door." He clenched his frosty right hand and looked at the dark wooden doorway.
Dong, dong dong, dong dong dong.
"Is anyone here? I am Mr. Fang's assistant Liu Luohua. Before he died yesterday, he asked me to send this letter to Mr. Ye." The young man named Liu Luohua outside the door shouted.
Liu Luohua, who had been waiting for no one’s reply for a long time, was about to leave when the heavy wooden door suddenly opened with a creak.
A young man with a pale face and a cold breath came out.
"You did a good job. I am exactly the Mr. Ye you mentioned. But I have a question. When and how did Mr. Fang die?" Ye Lai asked in a gentle tone.
Looking carefully at Ye Lai, who looked like a fierce ghost, Liu Luohua said slowly: "At nine o'clock last night, Mr. Fang disappeared out of thin air for a minute in front of us. When he When he reappeared, he had become a corpse, and the ice heart of the ghost he was driving was also missing. This matter attracted the attention of the headquarters, so In recent days, the headquarters has transferred a person in charge from Daguang City next door to Dadong City to investigate all private ghost masters. My assistant does not have the authority to know more details."
After thinking for a while, Ye Lai said, "Let's go."
Huh, this Mr. Ye must be a ghost controller like Fang Zheng.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Liu Luohua, who was just an ordinary person, tremblingly handed a bulging brown envelope to Ye Lai and left in a panic.
It seems like I have to keep a low profile lately.
Ye Lai has no intention of joining the headquarters yet, nor does he want to join a folk supernatural organization.
He is a person who doesn't like to be restrained, but his special status means that he cannot just leave like the honest man Yang Jian, and go on strike for extra money.
"Using the Ghost Realm to kill a responsible person openly? Not many people in the original novel liked to do this, right?" In an instant, Ye Lai thought of many possible suspects.
It is also possible that Xu Feng and the others who were cursed by the pendulum clock, as well as the group of people from abroad, have a very small chance that this is a purely supernatural event.
"Forget it, let's see what Fang Zheng wants to show me first."
Without thinking too much, when he returned to the villa, Ye Lai lay on the sofa and gently opened the envelope.
I have been in a bad mental state recently, so the quality may have declined. I will try to do two chapters a day. I really can’t do it today. I am exhausted. By the way, I would like to ask for recommendations, comments, and collections. (ˊωˋ*)
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