Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Wang Xuebin rolled over, dodged Kayako's intimacy, and reflexively smashed the cup of eight-treasure porridge in his hand on its head.

"If you don't eat it, why don't you eat it...why do you use your hands?"

Looking at the ghosts around who were eager to try, Wang Xuebin didn't dare to stay for a long time. He turned his head and glanced at Kayako, whose face was covered with eight-treasure porridge. He resisted the hiccup feeling in his stomach, tapped his feet, and suddenly jumped into the air.

He swore that he would never drink rice pudding again during this time!

At the same time as they flew up, the ghosts attacked Wang Xuebin one after another, one after another, a crowd of several meters high was formed in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the dark mass of human heads below, all of them staring at him with staring eyes, these densely packed eyes, which could even kill trypophobia, made his heart flutter.

It's just too much!

Men, women, young and old, countless people, but have the same eyes, the same expression, if not for their different faces, it would be like countless Kayako staring at you!

Such a sight is really heart-shattering, cursing...it really isn't a good thing!

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin also extinguished his thoughts of landing, forced a gust of wind, and floated towards the east with the help of the wind.

Following Wang Xuebin's actions, Kayako and the ghosts also took action one after another, gathering together from all directions, surging crowds, also rushing to the east, rushing away

‘轰隆隆...轰隆隆...’

The movement of countless ghosts rushing on the road was like an earthquake, loud and silent, following behind Wang Xuebin, chasing after him, leaving the dilapidated capital.

Without the raging ghosts in Kyoto, it was extremely quiet. A grieving ghost with a trance-like expression slowly climbed up from a corpse.

If there is no evil spirit, the complaining ghost may take a look at his family members, and then wait for the ghost messenger to guide him to welcome a new reincarnation.

It's a pity that it didn't work out, the complaining ghost quickly lost its mind, drifting in a daze, relying on instinct, looking for the next unlucky one.

I just don't know, how many unlucky Japanese are left?

第399章 良知·怜悯·负罪感

At Tokyo Airport, a flight from Hokkaido to Tokyo landed slowly. There were only a few people on board, and everyone looked very anxious.

This is the last flight from Hokkaido to Tokyo. If there is no reason to come, no one would be willing to come to this city at this time, even though Hokkaido is not much better!

Before the plane came to a complete stop, the people in the cabin stood up anxiously, walked to the hatch, and waited for the hatch to open.

Most of these people are living in Tokyo because of their relatives, and because they are really worried, they have the courage to come to this dire situation.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, at least Uncle Jiu has no relatives living in Tokyo, what he has is just a comrade in arms behind the enemy lines!

"Uncle Ninth... is here..."

Outside the airport, Sir Lin was wearing a black suit, wearing a toad mirror, frowning slightly, and greeted Uncle Jiu.

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu took a careful look at Sir Lin and saw that he was not injured or unusual, so he felt relieved, nodded, and thanked him softly:

"Um... Phew... Sorry to trouble you... Lin sir..."

Sir Lin took a step forward, took Uncle Jiu's luggage, put it in the trunk of the car, opened the door, shook his head slightly, and sat in the driver's seat.

"Hey, Uncle Jiu is being polite, just call me Lin Zai. No matter what troubles you have, you should do it!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu get into the car and sit firmly, Sir Lin lightly stepped on the accelerator and started the car slowly.

"...how is your situation? Is everything going well?"

In the car, the two of them were silent. The shock and change they had brought to them in just a few days was really too great.

Their fragile three views are destroyed and reshaped over and over again. The wounds heal, but scars are left behind, which are ugly and unsightly.

They wanted to ease the awkward atmosphere in the car, but they didn't know what to say or how to say it, so they had to forcefully bring up a topic and pretended to be very interested.

But in their hearts, they don't want to do anything other than rest!

Looking at the dilapidated scene on both sides of the road, Uncle Jiu sighed slightly, and said softly:

"It's not bad. Basically, all the developed cities in Japan are shrouded in an atmosphere of terror, and many cities have completely become empty cities!"

"Yeah... yeah..."

"...Hi, I don't have much to say here, let's talk about you, how are you doing recently, have you encountered any trouble?"

Uncle Jiu didn't want to talk about his own experience, especially the experience of countless civilians who had no power to resist died in his actions, so he made an excuse and changed the topic.

"I..."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Sir Lin couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he forced a smile and said:

"I...it's nothing special, I just spend money every day...lose money every day...but fortunately, I have some achievements. The Japanese economy has now completely collapsed...well...the money I lost before was also I earned it all back, and quadrupled it..."

Lin Sir's words were also very perfunctory, and he didn't want to mention the situation where he saw a group of people queuing up and jumping off a building, or the whole family committing suicide by burning charcoal together.

Uncle Jiu raised his brows slightly when he heard the words. He was very familiar with the situation when the stock market crash came. During the stock market crash in 73, the whole police station was busy, not to arrest any bad guys, but to clean up the ground. Collect the body.

Hearing Lin sir's slightly heavy tone at this time, he naturally guessed the other party's experience, opened his mouth to comfort him, but in the end he just sighed softly.

What can he advise?

This is their choice.Is not it?

Didn't they travel across the ocean just for revenge?

Now not only have they avenged their revenge, but they have also implicated the other party's country and nation. It stands to reason that they shouldn't be so frustrated, they should be happy!

But they are very frustrated, without a trace of pleasure after successful revenge. Not only do they not have the pleasure of revenge, but they also have a strong sense of guilt.

Seeing human beings die tragically because of their own reasons, this feeling makes them not happy at all.

They are not Wang Xuebin, they have not experienced the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, their sense of justice and conscience prevent them from watching the tragedies happen with a clear conscience, even if the other party is an enemy.

The car was driving slowly on the empty road. There was complete silence inside and outside the car. There were no living figures on the road, not even ghosts.

'Jingle Bell...'

The hurried bell rang, breaking the silent atmosphere, and the inside of the car seemed to come alive instantly, and the two became a little more angry, they knew who was calling!

"Uncle Jiu, the storage compartment, the phone is in the storage compartment!"

Hearing Sir Lin's reminder, Uncle Jiu finally came to his senses, stopped searching around, quickly opened the storage compartment, took out the phone, and put it carefully next to his ear after connecting.

"Hey?"

"...Huh? Uncle Jiu?"

In a park about [-] kilometers away from Tokyo, Wang Xuebin sat cross-legged on a bench, eating breakfast while calling Sir Lin and the others.

After meeting Jia coconut last night, Wang Xuebin ran away without the slightest hesitation. Fortunately, Jia coconut had lost his mind and he was able to escape by acting on instinct alone.

But even so, it took him a whole night to get rid of the Kayako completely. It was not until the sun rose that he thought about finding a comfortable place to make up for last night's supper.

But this time, he will never drink eight-treasure porridge!

With Tongguan Roujiamo in his left hand and a cup of soy milk in his right hand, he tilted his head and held the phone on his shoulder, chatting while eating.

"...Are you in Tokyo, are you with Sir Lin?"

"...Here we are. I waited all day yesterday and happened to meet a plane bound for Tokyo, so I took the opportunity to come here. Sir Lin came to pick me up, and he was driving!"

Wang Xuebin's mouth was bulging, he took a mouthful of warm soy milk, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Whoa... Coincidentally, I'm not far from Tokyo now!

By the way, except for that Fujiwara Shizuka, Jiuju's first-class high-level executives have all been conferred. If there is no problem with you, we will be able to go home in a short time! "

"...going home...that...Guanlan...I..."

Listening to the hesitant tone on the phone, Wang Xuebin slowed down his eating movements, held the Roujiamo in his left hand with his right, picked up the phone with his left hand, sat up straight and asked:

"What's wrong? You said?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's happy tone, Uncle Jiu on the other end of the phone hesitated, remained silent for a long time, and finally did not say anything.

"No...nothing...nothing...really..."

On the phone side, Wang Xuebin frowned slightly, thinking carefully, and after just a moment, he guessed what Uncle Jiu was reluctant to say.

He wants Wang Xuebin to let Japan go...no, it should be to let the Japanese people go.

For Wang Xuebin, who had experienced the anti-Japanese period, he never cared about what civilians were or were not, because the Japanese country did not care about our civilians.

But Uncle Jiu is not, Uncle Jiu can't, if he doesn't have this kind of compassion, Uncle Jiu won't be Uncle Jiu.

"...Okay...let's talk when you want to say it!

I still have to find a way to find out the whereabouts of Shizuka Fujiwara. She is the first-class leader of Jiuju, and my parents' bodies are still in her hands. She is not dead, and I feel uneasy! "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu was taken aback, speechless for a moment, and quickly said:

"Okay... Be careful yourself, if you need help, you can call again, I can help you at any time!"

"...rest assured..."

Said, Wang Xuebin hung up the phone lightly, raised his eyebrows lightly, and shook his head involuntarily.

He casually put the phone into the storage space, ate up the Roujiamo in two or three bites, took a gulp of soy milk, and threw the bag into the trash can not far away.

"Ugh..."

Sighing lightly, he stood up, took out a hair from the space, and prepared to do it. Uncle Nine's problem can be considered later. The most important thing now is to solve Fujiwara Shizuka first.

After all, a family needs to be neat and tidy!

第400章 开坛·招魂

Modern life has brought earth-shaking changes to people, but every progress in the modernization process does not come out of thin air.

Every convenience we take for granted, such as daily necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation, is inseparable from the hard work of countless people.

The city has stopped functioning for three days, and all modern resources such as water, electricity, fire, food, and medical care have all disappeared.

Even simple garbage has become a very headache.

The high-rise buildings are like coffins. Even if they escaped the attack of the ghosts by chance, they still can't see any light and hope. They can only wait for death silently, or end themselves in advance.

In the underground garage of an apartment building, because there is no electricity, it can only be illuminated by a candle.

I don't know what the raw material of the candle is. The light it emits is dark green, which is very permeating.

Wang Xuebin sat cross-legged at the door of the elevator in the underground garage, holding a long, slender black hair in his hand, which was evenly wrapped around Faxiang.

Afterwards, he ignited the incense with the help of dark green fireworks, made a cross with the incense in one hand, and held a small inkstone in the other to accept the incense ashes, while continuing, muttering words in his mouth.

"Cigarettes gather ghosts, talismans open the gates of the earth, ghost soldiers lead the way to the sun, and ghosts show their bodies!"

As Wang Xuebin recited faster and faster, the incense in his hand burned rapidly like a fuse.

Wang Xuebin frowned slightly, and carefully picked up the incense ashes. He was relieved until the incense was burned out, and he picked up the pine smoke ink that had been ground a long time ago, mixed it with the black cat's blood, and mixed it with the incense ashes.

Picking up the talisman pen, took a stack of talisman money, licked up the ink, and wrote the name of Saixie Miko in Japanese on each talisman money.

These talisman coins are not to be burnt to Xixie Meizi, but to the errand who led Xixie Meizi to come. According to Uncle Jiu, the name of this altar is called Datongguan, which is commonly used by some five types of immortals. method.

The so-called clearing the customs, the talk on the wine table, is actually a bribe one after another, because there is no backing of the sect behind it, so this cumbersome method can only be used to summon the soul.

If you are a Taoist disciple, you never need to be so troublesome. You only need a yellow form with the deceased's birthday and home address written on it, and you can @纪代祖师, and the rest of the matter will naturally be resolved by the ancestors!

It's a pity that Wang Xuebin is not a disciple of Daoism, even if he writes a statement, he doesn't know who to @, so he can only use these so-called heretic methods to achieve his goals.

On Wang Xuebin's left hand side was a small three-legged copper tripod, a product of the Warring States period. He didn't know what this copper tripod was used for, anyway, he was used to burn talisman money.

The so-called gold and iron respect the sky, and clay worships the earth. It is said that the pottery stove should be used as the magic weapon for burning incense to the ghosts, but because the audience of the ritual this time is mainly ghosts.

However, although Yinchai is in the underworld, it is still under the jurisdiction of the heaven, so Wang Xuebin deliberately found this copper tripod of suitable size to open the altar.

Because he didn't know the original purpose of this copper tripod, Wang Xuebin even beat it with dish soap and steel wool to make the surface shiny, and he was satisfied.

Anyway, to him, antiques and non-antiques are meaningless, and he doesn't expect any patina patina to add value. The ones he uses for his own use are of course pleasing to the eye.

A piece of talisman money filled the small copper tripod. Wang Xuebin roughly estimated it, wrote a few more, and pressed it into the tripod.

The so-called etiquette is not surprising, but for the matter of customs clearance, I would rather pay more than not enough.

Picking up a bowl of high-purity alcohol, he placed the dark green candle between the copper tripod and himself, opened his mouth to take a mouthful of alcohol, pointed it at the candle flame, and spewed out suddenly.

A fire light illuminated the dark underground garage, and the talisman money in the copper tripod instantly ignited a raging fire, that is, there was no water or electricity at this time, otherwise, the automatic sprinkler fire extinguishing device would have been turned on long ago.

The flames in the copper tripod ran high, blackening the roof of the underground garage in just a moment. With the flames burning, the underground garage whose ventilation system had been disabled began to blow gusts of sinister wind.

"Woo~woo~"

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing over the body, can't help but make people feel a chill, Wang Xuebin tightened his coat, took two steps back, and avoided the flames that were swaying more and more in the dark wind.

In such a strong wind, not only the talisman money was not blown away, but even the candle in Wang Xuebin's hand was not blown out. Anyone can see that there is something strange about this gust of wind.