Chapter 9 Thousands of miles of ghost corpses in the sky
"The vision is getting worse..."
Yang He's pupils were dilated, and he tried his best to control his expression without losing his composure.
He was afraid of attracting the prying eyes of ghosts, so he only dared to look around through his ghost eyes. He could feel that the town was once again undergoing changes that subverted his cognition.
When the scene came into view, Yang He couldn't help but froze on the spot.
Guitong is also afraid.
If the main world of 1-point spiritual vision is a boundless hell where humans and ghosts coexist, then the main world of 10-point spiritual vision is already nakedly explaining a fact...
What you see is just the tip of the iceberg.
Flocks of sparrows flew by, and some of them were mixed with bird ghosts with human faces; the portrait posted in front of the door grinned ferociously; in the water on the roadside, there were more than a dozen arms stretched out.
Bang.
Yang He trembled all over.
A ten-meter-long ghost figure as slender as a spider walks in Peibai City.
If it weren't for Yang He's continuous activation of the Qi Watching Technique, the ghost pupils would have closed at this moment. How could a country ghost from the world of allusions have ever seen such a scene?
One person and one ghost looked at the sky, and the world view collapsed again.
Yang He finally saw...the great terror from the abyss.
It is also the source of the warning in the message, like the ghosts and gods of immortals and Buddhas! ! !
Against the backdrop of the setting sun, a giant ghost corpse floats in the clouds, and countless ghosts are born from the flesh and land on the ground at all times.
The giant ghost corpse spans thousands of miles and can be said to cover the sky and the sun.
Its chest and abdomen are open, with twenty-four mountainous ribs arranged outward.
The rotting organs retained life, but only the heart was missing.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"Who can tell me what's going on in this world?!"
Yang He breathed heavily, closed his ghost eyes after his spiritual vision dropped to 13.4 points, and then tried his best to clear his mind to prevent it from going crazy.
He couldn't help but feel grateful that his previous life came from the technological era.
In his past life, there were endless movies and TV dramas that were fake and real, which made Yang He's psychological threshold far beyond the ordinary, so he barely managed to avoid completely losing control.
"At present, giant ghost corpses do not pose much danger."
Yang He couldn't attract attention even if he looked directly at the giant ghost corpse. Facing such a huge creature, he was just a drop in the ocean.
He called out the panel, and his spiritual vision revealed some information about the giant ghost corpse.
【文qu星君】
"Sure enough, it's him, the Wenquxing Lord conferred by Jiang Ziya!"
Yang He didn't know much about Fengshen Yanyi. He only recalled Wenqu Xingjun [Bigan] based on the image of a giant ghost corpse.
Bigan was an uncle of the Zhou royal family and one of the few loyal ministers in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties.
In the original work, Daji forced Bigan to commit suicide and gouge out his heart. Bigan used the talisman water given by Jiang Ziya to hang himself, but he still died because of lack of heart.
But in the end Bigan was named Wenquxingjun by Jiang Ziya.
Yang He had a bitter look on his face, it was probably not just Bigan, but also the famous immortals and gods on the list of gods, all turned into ghosts and gods in the main world.
The reason is unknown, but just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end.
"The Ghost List is a prophecy. It is true that when Jiang Ziya was canonizing, more dead people were compiled than living people. How damn evil!"
Yang He became numb, half-squinting his eyes and ignoring anything strange.
He did not continue into the world of allusion.
【Ghost Flower 1/3 (7%)】
It takes time for lotus seeds to recover, so the remaining opportunities must be preserved.
If he encounters danger, Yang He can take advantage of the time-stopping feature of the main world and temporarily hide in the allusion world to seek opportunities to break the situation.
Yang He sat on the steps blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Boom, boom, boom.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
Yang He came to his senses and noticed a policeman standing outside the door.
The detective was about thirty years old and was wearing a slightly white uniform. Considering the remote location of the earthen house, he obviously came here on purpose.
"Are you...Uncle Zhang?" "You are somewhat discerning."
Zhang Huayue walked into the courtyard with a smile and looked Yang He up and down, "Yang San's dirty look gave birth to a handsome boy like you. If my girl hadn't gotten married early, maybe..."
Yang Hesan smiled and did not reply. Zhang Huayue and his son were from the same hometown. They were both born in Hucun, Jialiang Water Town.
Old man Yang was able to gain a foothold in Peibai because of Zhang Huayue's help.
"Hmm, what does it smell like?"
"Uncle Zhang, there seems to be corpses of drowned cats and dogs in the well. The smell is extremely fishy. My father went to scoop up well water next door. He will be back soon."
Yang He had been observing Zhang Huayue while he was talking.
As the spiritual vision progresses further, the perception of ghosts becomes more acute.
Zhang Huayue definitely has a ghost.
Yang He couldn't tell what kind of ghost it was, but it was clinging to Zhang Huayue's spine, like a snake of white bones, tightly entangled in his spine.
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I thought that since the policemen also practiced martial arts, they should have hungry ghosts in their bodies, but it seems that the methods are different.
Zhang Huayue heard the extremely fishy stench and quickly leaned over to inspect the well.
Yang He raised his eyebrows, and the ghost bones on Zhang Huayue's spine began to squirm.
He wasn't sure whether Zhang Huayue knew about the existence of ghosts. Logically speaking, some military personnel must have realized that hungry ghosts were possessed, and it was impossible for the Yamen to be unaware of it.
But Zhang Huayue behaved differently.
If the yamen are kept in the dark, who will stop the ghost?
Is it that the window paper that separates people and ghosts is so difficult to break?
"Ahe, it's okay."
Most of the yin energy brought by the hungry ghost has dissipated, so Zhang Huayue naturally cannot detect the strangeness.
"Ahe, go to the medicine store and get a prescription for insecticide and spray it into the well for a few days."
"Also, be more careful lately."
Zhang Huayue's words became serious, "A gangster with high martial arts skills escaped from prison, named Song Zhi. As a result, several people were killed and injured in the Yamen, and murders also occurred in the city."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for reminding me."
Yang He felt inexplicably nervous when he heard the words "high martial arts".
At the same time, I find it strange that the government has a practice method that is different from Hungry Ghost Martial Arts, so why can't there be any disadvantages at all on the surface.
"Uncle Zhang, why don't you come in and sit down?"
"No need."
Zhang Huayue said with a smile: "Ask your father to come to the back kitchen of the Yamen and ask. A cook who prepared meals died unexpectedly. The new cook happened to be unfamiliar with the prices of seasonal vegetables in the market."
He left in a hurry, and Yang He couldn't help but sigh at the benefits of having people in the government.
Zhang Huayue gave a hint, Old Man Yang might really be able to take over the kitchen business, and working with the Yamen would be a sure-fire iron rice bowl.
Not long after Yang He said goodbye to Zhang Huayue, old man Yang arrived late.
Yang He was still hesitating whether to tell his father, but it turned out that Old Yang already knew about the civil strife in the yamen, so he just chatted with others for a few more words, but he didn't expect that someone would die in the kitchen.
Old Man Yang has already realized the financial opportunities inside.
"Ahe, you are covered in sweat. You can stay at home and rest tomorrow. I can go to the kitchen in the back of the Yamen alone. This matter is close to ten."
"I listen to you, Dad."
Yang He agreed wholeheartedly, and the threat of hungry ghosts followed him everywhere, so he couldn't be distracted.
He suspected that the hungry ghost was already hungry and would definitely come to ask for his life tonight.
"I'm going to cook! When the business is settled, we can have another drink!"
"Don't forget to treat Uncle Zhang to a drink."
"Yes, yes, if it weren't for your Uncle Zhang's daughter getting married..."
Yang He curled his lips helplessly, but it also diluted the chill that penetrated his bones.
After the father and son dealt with each other briefly, they went back to their houses to rest.
The area of the earthen house is not large, and the two wing rooms are separated from the utility room. In order to take care of Yang He, old man Yang specially gave up the one by the window.
Yang He carefully moved the bed so that it could face the courtyard.
He blew out the candle and fell into silence among the stars.
(End of chapter)