The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

"The urn is heading towards the Shichuan. Remember to send a signal to remind them. This is also our humanitarian work." Fu Youhua said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yang hurriedly said: "The ghost rider on the Shichuan saw the urn approaching them and couldn't help but take action!"

Fu Youhua was stunned. He vaguely felt that the people on the Shichuan seemed a little impulsive, but now that things have come to this, there is nothing to say. He just hopes that the ghost rider on the Shichuan can directly imprison and contain the urn.

Bai Yang stared and observed, while acting as a humanoid announcer: "Not good, the candle on the urn was extinguished, the box was opened a crack, and a very strange shadow flashed inside."

Bai Yang's face changed again and again when he said these words. Fu Youhua hurriedly asked: "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

Bai Yang said: "I'm sure something ran out of the urn, but the speed was too fast, and I couldn't see what it was at all..."

"Even you can't see it clearly?" Fu Youhua asked.

"The distance is too far, the target is too small, and the speed is too fast." Bai Yang gave a reasonable reason that could not be refuted.

"I can no longer hear that harsh sound." Zhang Yuwei reminded.

In the next few minutes, the sea was still calm, and it seemed that nothing terrible had happened, but no one dared to relax their vigilance.

Some ghost riders kept patrolling on the Zhan Ying, fearing that something inexplicable would come in. After all, this was on the sea. If the ship was lost, they would have no place to stay.

At this time, the people in the Shichuan were naturally more nervous. Several ghost riders and security personnel kept on alert and watching. The urn was relatively close to them. Many people saw a white ghost flashing out of it, but they didn't know where the ghost went.

In this situation, people were inevitably panicked. The chaebols on the ship cherished their lives very much. When they rested, they directly gave up the soft and comfortable big bed and got into the narrow sleeping bags made of gold.

However, time passed by little by little. For a long time, nothing strange happened on the Shichuan. No one died strangely, and no one made abnormal actions. It seemed that everything was calm.

People have limited energy, and being on alert for a long time will be very tired. Several ghost riders discussed with each other. They felt that the ghost might have wandered away, or it might have gone to the Zhan Ying.

"It seems that the crisis has disappeared..."

"Shi Ba, our ship's power system is damaged, otherwise we should have left this sea area long ago!"

"What did China say?"

"They are here to perform a mission, and they will not take us away before the mission is completed!"

After discussing for a while, the leader on the Shichuan decided to communicate with the Zhan Ying.

"There was no abnormal phenomenon on the Zhan Ying. Did the ghost really run away directly?"

"It is very likely that we did not trigger its killing pattern, so it wandered away."

The ghost riders on the Shichuan decided to continue patrolling in groups. The main patrol area is naturally the area where the ghost riders' families and chaebols are located.

As for the others?

Good luck.

In fact, there are not many civilians on this ship. They are either relatives of ghost riders or chaebols. In addition, there are some wealthy stars and elites from all walks of life. The service staff, drivers, chefs and servants on the ship are the lowest level.

Who cares about the life and death of these people at the bottom? As long as they are not completely killed, it's fine. There are even ghost riders who want to use their lives to test intelligence, but everyone knows it tacitly and doesn't say such things openly.

"The unknown is the most terrifying. If that ghost runs to the Zhan Ying, we don't have to be so worried now."

Several Korean ghost riders and chaebols comforted each other. There were some conflicts between them, but at this moment they became united.

"Don't worry too much, we still have the Buddha bell. If it doesn't work, just ring it, it will definitely be fine!"

Buddha Bell-a powerful supernatural item on the Shichuan, originally belonging to the Korean supernatural department, but now that Korea has fallen, this group of ghost riders who ran away brought the bell out.

In fact, they were lucky enough to escape the pollution of the goddess of beauty, thanks to the bell. The sound of the bell can drive away evil spirits and soothe people's emotions. Unfortunately, when facing the goddess of beauty, they can only protect themselves in a small range, and the cost is also very huge. The life of the bell ringer will be lost quickly, and the seven emotions and six desires will also be affected, becoming Buddhist as if seeing through the world.

Of course, this is not a difficult problem. There are many cannon fodders on the Shichuan, and just push one out to ring the bell.

The ghost driver Che Zhenhe has planned to find the next bell ringer in advance. He doesn't need to pay anything, just give an order, and the lower class on the ship will take the initiative to push out a sacrificed lamb, so that the ghost driver will continue to protect them and will not interrupt their supply of materials.

Throughout the process, the hands of the chaebol and the ghost driver are clean. They only need to control the right to distribute materials to let the lower class on the ship fight each other.

In fact, the entertainment stars and elites from all walks of life on the ship are in an awkward position. They paid money or sold their bodies to get the opportunity to board the ship. They have more capital than the people at the bottom, but less than the people at the top. For the ghost riders, they are no different from cannon fodder.

Especially those beautiful men and women, in order to survive, they have already...

The laws on this ship have long since ceased to exist, and the original laws in South Korea are very difficult to explain. All in all, apart from the unsafe surrounding environment, Cha Zhenhyuk's state of regression to the slave era is actually quite good. Yes, he is a slave owner anyway.

Suddenly, Che Zhenhe saw a little girl squatting in the corner, as if she had been wronged in some way, her shoulders shrugged, and she seemed to be crying.

Che Zhenhe looked at the child for a while, and could feel that the other person was a very cute child from the back. He felt a little compassion, and then stepped forward and asked: "Little sister, why are you crying?"

Snap——

A cold little hand suddenly grabbed Che Zhenhe's arm, and a thin female voice whispered intermittently in his ears:

"Little sister, sister... why are you crying..."

"Little sister...why are you crying..."

She seemed to be imitating Cha Zhenhe's voice, becoming smoother and smoother over and over again.

Che Zhenhe was startled and realized something was wrong. At this time, the girl had grabbed his hand. He was about to say something when he saw the girl slowly raised her head.

Che Zhenhe froze on the spot, sweat dripping from his forehead.