The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Hu Jiu smiled and nodded, agreeing to form temporary teammates with Huang Jingxing.

"The situation outside doesn't look good." Huang Jingxing looked at the dark sea: "The sound of the waves has disappeared, and there are those seabirds... look!"

Hu Jiu heard the sound and turned to look in the direction Huang Jingxing was facing. There were indeed a few unknown seabirds parked on the deck. The professional bird repellers used noise and thunder bombs to drive away the seabirds.

Huang Jingxing said in a serious tone: "Maybe these birds also sensed danger, so they chose to take shelter in a relatively safe place."

Ghost Controllers are indeed very powerful among the human community, but they appear so small when facing the vast sea. They are surrounded by endless blackness. Many Ghost Controllers are under great psychological pressure, and they are no longer as arrogant as usual. .

Many of the lights on the ship have indeed been turned off, but the most basic lighting is still maintained, and various monitoring equipment are also carefully observing the surrounding environment.

The ghost controllers had already begun to use their own abilities to conduct investigations. At this moment, several more seabirds flew from the sky. Some of them, perhaps out of physical strength, stopped on the deck and refused to move, while some jumped over the ship directly. Flying further into the distance.

Hu Jiu looked up for a while and said, "Those birds all fly from the northeast."

He didn't need to remind him, there were already people observing with military telescopes, but when it came to supernatural things, the naked eye might not be able to tell the clues. It would be great if there were ghost masters who could control the ghosts with eyes.

There really is.

"Bai Yang, did you see anything?" Fu Youhua was asking a middle-aged man with half-white hair.

This man was wearing a black Tang suit, with an extraordinary bearing, his pupils emitted a dark blue light, and he was staring closely at the sea in the distance.

Huang Jingxing leaned close to Hu Jiu's ear and whispered: "The man named Bai Yang was originally a very famous fortune teller. He had contacts with many government officials and celebrities. It is said that his eyes are very good at deductions, treasure appraisal and gambling. Shi Baifa Baizhong, but he committed some taboo and went abroad overnight. He seemed to have been involved in something again when he returned to China recently, and he was probably recruited by the headquarters. Despite his appearance, he is actually quite young. of……"

"You know quite a lot." Hu Jiu sighed.

Huang Jingxing said: "Bai Yang is also a veteran ghost controller, but he has never joined the headquarters before."

The Saikawa sent distress messages to the Zhanying repeatedly. It seemed that something was wrong with their ship, but in this case, who was willing to take the trouble to save them? Not a resident of the country.

"Anyway, they won't die in a while, let them wait..." Fu Youhua's attitude was quite impatient.

Suddenly, Bai Yang took a breath of cold air and said hurriedly: "Look over there, there seems to be something floating over!"

Looking in the direction he was facing, there was indeed a flash of green light on the horizon. It flickered on and off, making it hard to see clearly.

Hu Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, exuding supernatural energy. The field of vision gradually expanded, and the dim green light gradually came into view, and it turned out to be...a candle.

The white and yellowish candle looks like it is made of some kind of animal fat, and is dotted with a green flame. Just looking at it makes you feel gloomy and dark, as if it contains some kind of fatal crisis.

The candle was rapidly approaching the ship from far away. After a while, many other people also saw it, and their expressions suddenly became nervous.

"All ordinary people, put down your work immediately and return to your room immediately!" Fu Youhua issued a new order for non-ghost masters to retreat temporarily.

A few minutes later, only the prepared ghost masters were left on the deck. A few more minutes later, the green light slowly approached, and everyone finally saw clearly what that thing was.

- An urn with a green flame candle stuck to it.

A few seabirds huddled together in the corner of the deck, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, without a single sound.

The vast ocean was so deathly silent. As the green light got closer, everyone heard a faint sizzling sound in their ears, like using iron nails to scratch the glass, and the listeners felt uncomfortable all over.

"The sound came from the urn." A ghost master said softly.

Everyone subconsciously slowed down their breathing, and as the urn got closer to the ship, the harsh sound became louder.

"It won't be so easy to meet the source ghost, right?"

"What should we do? Continue to observe?"

"Don't act rashly, lest you trigger the killing pattern!"

Fu Youhua notified the bad news at this time: "In addition to the ghost controllers, ordinary people on the ship can also hear the clicking sound. This sound seems to be able to spread regardless of the thickness of the wall. It is undoubtedly a supernatural phenomenon. Fortunately, there have been no casualties.”

A ghost controller said: "The sound is getting louder and louder. Do you want to throw someone... throw a seabird down and try it?"

Before Fu Youhua could speak, Bai Yang hurriedly stopped him: "No, that urn hasn't done anything dangerous yet, so don't irritate it yet. While it's still quiet, why not just put it in a gold container and keep it?" "

It's a good idea, but the question is...who goes?

Fu Youhua looked around, hoping that someone would take the initiative to come forward.

"Let me do it." A deep female voice sounded, and a short-haired woman wearing a blue sportswear came out.

"Okay, Comrade Zhang Yuwei, this task will be left to you!" Fu Youhua's face showed an extremely pleased expression.

Zhang Yuwei took a golden body bag. The urn and candle were still a long way from the ship. Everyone didn't know what means she would use to contain them, and they all watched her movements.

Zhang Yuwei pouted and blew forward fiercely, and a trembling pink bubble was spit out. In the shocked eyes of everyone, Zhang Yuwei walked into the bubble and floated towards the urn.

"It looks like a practical ability. It can achieve the flying effect without relying on the ghost domain." Hu Jiu said.

"In fact, I can fly too." Huang Jingxing lowered his voice.

Just as Zhang Yuwei was gradually approaching the urn, the urn seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly changed direction and accelerated towards the Shichuan.

Zhang Yuwei failed to catch up with the urn and returned empty-handed.

Fu Youhua still praised Zhang Yuwei, and at the same time paid close attention to the changes of the urn and the Shichuan.

The existence of the Shichuan actually has some value. At this time, it can be used as a chess piece to explore the way.

When fighting against supernatural events, the most important thing is intelligence, and intelligence is often based on human lives. Instead of testing with your own lives, it is better to let outsiders die.