The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

When they arrived at the meeting room to gather, Hu Jiu discovered that there were several fewer people present today than at yesterday's meeting.

Fang Qingqiao approached Hu Jiu and said meaningfully: "There were several conflicts in the hotel yesterday, several people died, and some people temporarily quit and did not participate in the exploration mission."

Hu Jiu raised his eyebrows. It turned out that more than one Gao Qiuhai had died, but it was normal to think about it. Anyone who could become a ghost controller and had the courage to participate in exploring the ghost tombs had a little bit of self-confidence. Everyone thinks they are the protagonist. With such a group of pretentious guys gathered in the same place, it is normal for their guns to go off.

However, the conflict between the ghost controllers has one advantage. Under normal circumstances, they will not cause too much noise, and they will take people's lives silently and will not disturb the people at all.

Several murders occurred last night. When we gathered together today, the atmosphere seemed a bit silent. It was obvious that many people were on full alert.

When the time came, He Ming drove a very dilapidated bus to the scene and motioned for everyone to get on the bus.

Someone immediately raised a question: "The headquarters won't be so shabby, right? Are we allowed to take a scrapped car to explore the ancient tomb?"

He Ming explained: "This car is a supernatural item from the headquarters. It is safer to take the supernatural bus to the ancient tomb."

Only then did everyone get into the car one after another. The space inside the car was not large, and the air was extremely dry. There was a dim yellow light on the roof, and the weak light seemed to be extinguished at any time. The seats were old and mottled, and occasionally some light could be seen through the windows. crack.

He Ming sat in the driver's seat and acted as the driver. There was a white-haired old man sitting closest to the door. He was already sitting in the car before the Ghost Controller got in. He seemed to have come with He Ming.

However, the fellow ghost controllers from the Scientific Research Department that He Ming mentioned were missing. They probably all blended into the crowd and were not special.

"Old man, you still want to participate in such a mission at your age?" A ghost controller saw the old man in the car and said casually. After all, the old man did look very old and his status was not ordinary. What if he met him in the tomb? In an emergency, if he delays or uses his identity to force others to help him, it will be troublesome no matter what.

"Young man, don't underestimate me. I am also a serious ghost controller, more qualified than anyone here." The old man said calmly.

Hu Jiu was sitting in the back seat. Some of the people in the car were playing with their mobile phones, some were closing their eyes and concentrating, and some were chatting quietly. If you ignore their faces that are not like living people and the faint smell of corpses, the people in this car are... It's really like an ordinary tour group.

There were no other vehicles or pedestrians on the road. The headquarters had long since cordoned off the surrounding areas of Lanqiong Mountain, and the original residents had also been sent away. Looking at the empty streets through the car window, there was a sudden feeling of doomsday. .

He Ming said that due to the influence of ancient tombs, the closer you get to an ancient tomb, the more likely you are to encounter sudden supernatural events, because not only humans want to enter the ancient tomb to explore, but some things in the tomb may also escape.

The Gui Gong's house is in tatters and looks like it will be scrapped at any time, but the comfort level is surprisingly high. Even when driving on a bumpy road, it still feels like walking on flat ground without any bumps.

The scenery outside the car window slowly changed. The prosperity of the city gradually disappeared. What came into view were the dark-colored mountains. The sky was as blue as a wash. The continuous peaks were reflected in green. It was very magnificent and beautiful. The line of sight extended outward along the road. , the vast land wherever you look is covered with wild grasses, shrubs and unknown flowers, which are very beautiful in the sunshine.

"It's this season, and the vegetation is quite lush." ​​Hu Jiu thought to himself.

With the ghost bus around, you can easily pass through any difficult mountain road. Even if there is no road, the bus can still find a way.

If you follow the headquarters, you really don't have to worry about trivial matters.

The bus drove over a hillside and slowly went down. After turning so many turns, suddenly like magic, a large piece of grass appeared in front of everyone's eyes, with a sparkling stream in the distance.

The scenery here is indeed beautiful. No wonder many tourists visit Lanqiong Mountain every year.

The bus stopped and He Ming said: "We have entered the scope of the ghost tomb. Due to the influence of supernatural beings, the topography may change. Please pay more attention to precautions."

"Do you want to get off the bus now? Why don't you drive directly to the entrance of the ancient tomb?" someone asked doubtfully.

He Ming explained: "Due to the supernatural interference from the ancient tomb, if we continue to drive inside, the function of the car will be affected. We will still use this car when we leave. If there is an emergency, the ghost bus can be used to escape." ”

Now everyone understands that this ghost car is both a means of transportation and a backup escape tool and cannot be placed in a dangerous place.

He Ming took the lead, and the ghost masters got out of the car one after another. Some were traveling lightly, and some were carrying large bags. Hu Jiu only carried a small bag. He was ordinary in the crowd and had a low sense of presence.

At this time, we could see the unorganized and undisciplined nature of the group of ghost masters. He Ming led the way, and the team gradually lengthened. Some had already formed small groups in groups of three or five, and some were hanging loosely behind, looking at the sky from time to time. Look at the ground.

Hu Jiu kept walking at a normal speed, and soon left many people behind. He Ming slowly came to his side and whispered in a low voice: "These ghost controllers are very naughty, and they don't want to walk in front, for fear of If they encounter danger, they are waiting for me to clear mines for them.”

"More than that, they also want to wait for the people in front to find good things after all their efforts, and then take advantage of them." Hu Jiu reminded with a smile.

He Ming understood it immediately, and immediately thought of the plots of secret exploration, murder and treasure-stealing in the novels of cultivation that he had read before, and then shook his head violently to get rid of these strange things from his mind.

"Unless there is a fatal blow or overwhelming strength, ghost riders should not rush to grab things. Reckless behavior will only hurt both sides. Ghost riding is not cultivation. Every time you take action, you will consume yourself irreversibly." He Ming considered.

Hu Jiu shook his head: "People's rationality may not be online all the time, and the rationality of ghost riders is even more likely to collapse. Once they are impulsive and hot-headed, who knows what unexpected actions ghost riders will do in the ancient tomb?"

"You make sense." He Ming looked melancholy, "As a captain, I am really under a lot of pressure."

Why is there a sense of Versailles?

Hu Jiu did not remind He Ming that the headquarters would really let go of the ghost tomb, a spiritual place of great importance, and give it to a group of rabble to explore?

It's not that he looks down on folk ghost riders, but this group of people is still interesting when they act alone, but not when they gather together. When they are scattered, they are full of stars, and when they gather, they are a pile of shit.

The headquarters may have secretly prepared some backup plans, and this team may only be used to cover up the truth on the surface.

"By the way, what's the matter with the ghost bus?" Hu Jiu suddenly asked, "I remember the last time the ghost grass broke out, Shi Chang, the head of Xihe City at that time, drove a ghost car. How come the headquarters still has one?"

"Shi Chang? Who is it?" He Ming was confused.

Hu Jiu said: "It's the Mediterranean uncle who drove the car when we first met."

"Oh, I remember it." He Ming suddenly realized that although he remembered that experience deeply, he was not very willing to recall it.

"The ghost bus is actually a derivative of the supernatural. It comes from a supernatural place-codenamed [Ghost Parking Lot]. A haunted land vehicle will appear in that parking lot every now and then." He Ming lowered his voice and leaked the confidential information of the headquarters to Hu Jiu without hesitation.

"So that's it."

After walking for more than 20 minutes, the scenery in front of us began to change gradually. The weeds became more and more lush, as vibrant as in midsummer. The ground was covered with a layer of moss and lichens, and it was very slippery when stepped on.

The surroundings were very quiet, the chirping of insects and birds disappeared, and a cold breath blew over, and the keen ghost riders had already raised their spirits.

There were only some tall trees sparsely distributed nearby, and more were weeds and shrubs. The vision was still good. After walking for a while, the surroundings became completely dead, with only the sound of people stepping on plants.

The originally scattered and long team gradually gathered together. As they moved forward, the environment began to become strange. From time to time, scattered animal corpses could be seen, some of which had just died not long ago, some had rotted to only bones, and even a human skull appeared.

Everyone was alert and ready to go.

But unexpectedly, after walking for a long time, except for the somewhat gloomy atmosphere, there was no trace of danger.

Some ghost riders gradually breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they had overthinking and seeing enemies everywhere.

"We have walked for so long, why haven't we reached the entrance of the ancient tomb yet?" The ghost rider who looked like a mummy suddenly asked in a muffled voice.

"There is still some distance to go, don't worry." He Ming comforted him.

A large dark cloud floated in the sky, and the originally clear sky suddenly became dark. The mummy stopped and pointed to the distance.

Everyone noticed his movement and stopped one after another, "What happened?"

The mummy's whole body, including his eyes, was wrapped, but his eyesight seemed very good. He said, "There is a strange movement ahead."

"Could it be a wild animal in the mountains?" Someone expressed his guess.

Another person said, "It shouldn't be. We have hardly seen any wild animals along the way."

In the team, a young man with a missing little finger on his left hand suddenly said "Huh", attracting everyone's attention.

He spread the compass in his hand on the palm of his hand for everyone to see. The pointer seemed to be convulsing, rotating irregularly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

"Hong Lan, your thing is not broken, is it?" Su Jingtang, the companion of the man with the broken finger, muttered.

"I spent a lot of money to make this specially. A lot of gold was added to the material. How can it be so easy to break." Hong Lan retorted.

"The compass is not broken." A ghost rider who was completely ceramic spoke. His mouth was obviously not moving, but he could still make sounds. He also took out a compass, and the needle was also shaking irregularly. "There is a problem with the local magnetic field."

"The magnetic field is chaotic. Does it affect our mission?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"I can't see any adverse effects for the time being, but I'm afraid that the captain will get lost." The mummy said.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to He Ming again.

In fact, what else can He Ming say?

"Don't worry, I won't take the wrong road."

As soon as the voice fell, a sudden change occurred!

"Fuck, what the hell is this!" Someone suddenly shouted, and then saw the man step back and draw a long knife to block himself.

Everyone was startled by him and prepared to attack, but it was quiet all around and nothing dangerous happened.

He Ming asked in a deep voice: "Don't be startled, what did you see just now?"

The man with the knife wiped the sweat from his head: "A strange thing jumped past me, very fast."

He Ming asked: "Are you sure it's not a wild animal?"

"No." The man was very nervous.

"I saw it too, that thing walked on two legs. It looked like a child." Someone answered.

He Ming frowned, "Did you encounter a supernatural event?"

"What are you afraid of? There are so many ghost masters among us. Normal supernatural events are not a problem at all." Many people in the team maintained such confidence.

The breeze carried the high-pitched laughter blowing past my ears, and there was an inexplicable sense of weird and terrifying joy.

"Who is laughing? It's so rude!" Hong Yong blurted out subconsciously, and the next second, there was another chuckle.

He Ming instantly began to fade away and rushed towards the direction of the laughter, but found nothing. There were only shrubs and weeds around him.

At this moment, sharp and harsh laughter came from all directions. The laughter went straight to the heart. Those who heard it felt as if they had watched the funniest skit. Pleasure suddenly surged into their hearts, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously curled up. Just want to curl up.

"There's something wrong with this laughter, plug your ears and don't listen to it!" He Ming shouted.

"Don't laugh even if you hold it in." Someone hurriedly added a reminder.

The laughter echoed in the mountains, layer by layer, and after a while, the level of terror increased to the naked ear.

"This is a supernatural incident. Postponing it is not the answer. We still have to find the source ghost and solve it as soon as possible!" Hu Jiu looked around and said to He Ming.

This laughter can affect your mood. If you listen to it for a long time, your judgment may deteriorate.

Swish——

Jubilant figures ran out of the bushes not far away, dancing and dancing like they were chasing each other, laughing and rushing towards the crowd. They grinned and gathered more and more, moving very fast.

"It's a ghost slave!" Someone shouted in surprise, raising his voice eight degrees.

Click click click——

Many ghost masters had already taken out their guns and loaded the gold bullets. Soon after, a short ghost slave who looked like a child suddenly jumped up. It seemed to have been lurking nearby for a long time, and suddenly it suddenly burst into flames. He reached out and pounced on He Ming's neck from behind!

"careful!"

"Get out of the way!"

Various voices reminded He Ming, but some people were gloating about his misfortune, some were sitting on the wall and watching, and some were secretly observing, wanting to see what kind of skills the young captain had.