Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

The battery of the mobile phone is still sufficient, but in the dark environment, only a small piece of the scene can be illuminated, and the light cannot be scattered as if being swallowed.

Song Tian searched carefully, and Ji Zhaixing stopped stopping to check carefully whether there was anything unusual in the 402 office.

The wallpaper on the wall is yellowish and curled, like traces of being burned by fire.

The light of the mobile phone reflected his slightly lowered eyebrows and white cheeks, and the rustling sound of the paper was very clear in the room.The two of them didn't talk much, and occasionally Ji Zhuixing reminded Song Tian that a certain object should not be moved, and Song Tian withdrew her hand with a blushing face, very obedient.

They quickly walked out of the 402 with nothing.

Only Ji Zhaoxing was still thinking about the traces of the wallpaper.

Next door is the 403 where they were going to deliver materials.

Some urging voices faintly came out of Ji Zhaixing's heart.The answer he wants may be in 403.

Song Tian seemed to have completely forgotten the panic of being entangled by a severed hand. Just as she was about to open the door and stepped forward, she saw Ji Zhuixing slightly sideways, standing in front of her, with cold black hair brushing her cheeks, a little trembling. itch.

"I'll come." Ji Zhuixing said.

Pressing his left hand on the small jade sword obtained from the Ye family, he turned the doorknob at once, and the door of 403 was pushed open.The not very old door made a noise as if it was old and in disrepair, and there was a loud "squeak".In the quiet environment, people's psychological defenses were particularly stimulated, and Song Tian was shocked.

In the darkness, Song Tian's phone light took the lead to shine on it.Before Ji Zhaixing stopped, he saw the place where the light was shining, passing a piece of festered skin and half of the body.

Song Tian seemed to scream, but the light shone there again.This time, what appeared in the line of sight was a bright face with bulging flesh, dripping with blood, and half an eyeball hanging on the face.It seemed to be startled by the light, and it slowly raised its steps and walked towards this place.

The light of the flashlight flickered on its body, and every time it saw a new part of its body, it was all a piece of bloody flesh, or it was charred or pus.And the fact that it is slowly approaching gives people a great sense of panic, just want to escape, the farther away from it the better——

Ji Zhaixing's pupils shrank slightly.

Formed from the gathering of evil spirits, the thin black thread tied to Song Tian's body stirred slightly at this moment.

The man who watched all this indifferently showed a very soothing smile.

Song Tian was still able to think, and realized everything in front of her very clearly.But her body took a step back uncontrollably, and then stretched out her hand to Ji Jiexing.

The curvature of the boy's shoulders and neck is very beautiful, his back is straight, but his body is much thinner than boys of the same age.At this time, Song Tian seemed to be ruthless, and pushed Ji Zhaixing with great strength-a girl's strength should not be so strong.But in fact, Ji Zhuixing was pushed staggeringly and almost fell to his knees.

"How could I do such a thing"?

Song Tian wanted to push his companions towards the monster.

However, she locked the door uncontrollably, fell to the ground decadently, buried her head in her knees unable to move, and let out sobs and sobs.

Ji Zhaixing is still stunned by that push.

In fact, it's very strange, if you want to push him to sacrifice ghosts, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold back for long.But Song Tian was in such a dangerous situation alone, she was already under great psychological pressure, and her companions were much more useful than blocking knives.

Why would she do this?

Ji Zhaixing didn't have time to think carefully, the door was closed extremely tightly under some mysterious effect.It slowly arrived within the line of sight, and the air was suppressed into some kind of viscous liquid covering the side.

The young man's face was as pale as snow, and he touched the cold little sword "ornament" with his hand, recalling that he had heard sporadically a few times, and the Feng family's celestial master recited the spiritual mantra softly.

The fishy smell came over, extremely strong.

Ji Jiexing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he muttered a mantra on his lips. Before he could finish the recitation, the foul-smelling ghost in front of him suddenly stopped.

Take effect?

It shouldn't be-

Ji Jiexing thinks that he has one and a half buckets of water, and he has not yet reached the level where he can stop evil spirits with just a few magic spells.At this time, I felt that there seemed to be a cold air around me, and the temperature dropped by a degree obviously.

The scenery in front of him distorted slightly, and gathered into a solid body again.

A man wearing a black celestial master's robe suddenly appeared, half-sitting in the air.There is a circle of pale white light around him, with a smile on his lips, and compassion and kindness between his brows, like a Buddha grasping a lotus flower, and like a breeze facing his face, it directly suppresses the malice and fear around him, making people feel pious from the bottom of their hearts Relief comes.

The fierce ghost that twisted its body and came slowly was nailed to the spot by him.

The man in the long robe opened his eyes, his pupils darkened, and said softly to Ji Zhaixing, "Don't be afraid."

Following his words, the surrounding area seemed to be bright again, the overhead light of 403 was on, and Ji Zhuixing could see the terrifying whole picture of the ghost—the whole body was covered with festering wounds, flesh rolled up, bleeding and pus.That face was even more difficult to see as a human being.

Because it was tightly bound by golden threads, it didn't have any threatening power at all.

It's just that the appearance is a bit eye-catching, Ji Zhuixing stared at it for a while, pursing his lips slightly, and then shifted his gaze to the man in black robe who appeared out of thin air.

Is it a celestial master?

It looks much more powerful than those celestial masters who guarded him.

"Thank you." Young Master Ji said after watching him for a long time.

His face was a little pale and bloodless, and he looked a little distressed.

Feng Jieling thanked him with a smile, and the pleasure of talking with the boy was far greater than he had imagined, which made the evil ghost excited with anticipation rarely.

He turned to the group of evil spirits bound by him seemingly calmly, and said calmly: "This is the earth-bound spirit trapped here because the resentment has not disappeared before life. It is also very simple to resolve the resentment."

"Go forward and touch his waist with your hands."

Ji Zhuixing had already noticed that this ghost with no good skin and flesh was carrying a red notebook that looked old but clean.

However, no matter how clean the object itself was, it would be too embarrassing for a young master who was brought up by a noble family to come into close contact with such a terrifying evil spirit.

Feng Jieling always looked at Ji Zaixing with a gentle smile, he looked calm and gentle.

It was just thinking in his mind, if Ji Zhaxing didn't dare, he wouldn't mind holding Ji Zhaixing's hand, letting the young master fall into his arms, closing his eyes, and teaching him with his hands—

However, the current scene still disappointed Feng Jieling.

Ji Zhaixing didn't hesitate much, so he went to the bloody ghost, squatted down slightly, and took off the old notebook.

His movements were so light that Li Gui didn't even struggle much, until after the notebook was taken away, he roared a few words in a fit of rage.

Ji Zhaixing felt a slight pain in his mind.

A huge flow of information rushed into my mind the moment I touched the notebook.However, because he was used to receiving plots, he adapted well for a while, and quickly sorted out the illusion that should have been transmitted into his mind at this time.

—boy play, casual intimacy, blushing and erection reactions.

The red notebook turned out to be a diary.

Before the same-sex marriage law was passed 20 years ago, the owner of the diary accidentally discovered that he liked his roommate who was also a man, and he wrote these things in the diary.

Unfortunately, this diary was discovered.When he opened the notebook again, he found that the original notes had been smeared in a mess, and the blank pages were filled with "disgusting", "sick", and "stay away from me" with bright red markers.

A fire broke out in an experimental class, and everyone left in an orderly manner, except for him who was deliberately forgotten.The locked door, the licking flames made his head swell.When the firefighters came to rescue him, across the door, he suddenly had an emotional breakdown and chose to jump down from the fourth floor.

Everyone felt that the student chose to jump off the building to avoid the fire.

Didn't know it was a premeditated suicide.

This level is not high, but his luck is really bad, so he sleeps here forever, and the resentment is hard to dispel.Every night, I would repeat this process, jumping off the fourth floor, falling to my bloody body, and climbing back again and again.

Such strong resentment can easily cause those who feel the same way to feel unspeakable despair and gloomy resentment.

The boy's crow-wing eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then Ji Jiexing opened his eyes, biting his pale fingertips slightly.

Feng Jieling, who was staring at his movements, carefully observed Ji Zhaoxing's reaction.After confirming the emotion in his eyes, he paused slightly.

The resentment from the ghost-possessed thing makes people feel personally on the scene. After experiencing the despair before death, few people can not be affected or even detached.

But Ji Zhuixing's gaze was very clear.

Either it means that his empathy ability is extremely weak and his nature is cold-blooded.But judging from how the young master gets along with relatives and friends, this is not the case.

Either Ji Zhai Xing... has experienced more cruel things.

But how could a young master like him who was loved so much...

Feng Jieling frowned slightly.

Ji Zhaoxing did leave quickly.

It's not that this ghost is not miserable, it's just that he has indeed been treated more unfairly when adapting to the plot in various small worlds.So he quickly adapted, as the black robe celestial master said, and began to look for ways to resolve his grievances.

Turning to the next few pages of the red diary, the traces of bright red marker pens were extremely conspicuous. Ji Zhuixing tore up those pages, but to no avail, and quickly restored them.

The black-haired young master paused for a moment.

His left hand reached into the pocket. It was a black ink pen he often used, and he took it with him because he had to ask the teacher to approve the notes.

Maybe the ghost in front of me shouldn't mind...

Ji Jiexing lifted the cap of the pen with one hand and started writing quickly.

Feng Jieling, who originally wanted to teach Ji Zaixing how to use spiritual power to destroy this possessed object, looked at it with great interest, but didn't speak to stop it.

What Ji Jiexing wrote is nothing more than words of encouragement.For example, liking the same sex is not wrong, nor is it a mental illness - these words have not disappeared.

In addition to the abuse written by the bright red marker, there are other words.

Ji Jiexing's handwriting is very beautiful, and it falls vigorously, fast and sharp.

Bullying is the fault of the bully, not the victim.

The fettered ghost gradually calmed down from a slight struggle.

When Ji Zhuixing wrote the last two lines.The old and clean notebook in my hand began to fade, the tip of the pen could no longer touch the paper, the pungent fishy smell faded, and the floor where it was located began to change——

The window suddenly brightened, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured down, pouring into 403's office in large swaths.

ended.

Ji Zhuixing glanced at the pen that was almost out of ink, and said after a pause: "Are you also so useless when you eliminate ghosts?"

Feng Jieling really looked at him with great interest, and said with a smile: "You probably belong to the moderate school, but our celestial masters are generally... the violent school?"

Ji Zhaixing looked at his smiling eyes and felt that this person was interesting.

He thanked him politely again, and asked for the name of the other party, saying that he could visit and give some substantive thanks.

Then the man in black robe smiled and said gently: "That's not necessary, I am also a ghost."

Before Ji Zaixing could be confused, he explained: "It's not a ghost, I was a celestial master before I was alive."

A profession like a celestial master is always born to bring people a sense of security.It can also minimize human's fear of aliens.

Ji Zhaixing already felt that something was wrong.

Young Master Ji paused for a moment, showed a look of understanding, and asked obediently: "Then... what is your surname?"

"Feng." The black-robed man laughed, "Feng Jieling."

Ji Zhaixing: "..."