The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

A stack of dark talisman papers exuding an ominous aura fell silently and sank under the sea.

The cold wind stirred up waves.

The change in the environment attracted the attention of many people, and they looked around cautiously.

Suddenly, Bai Yang seemed to have discovered something, and his expression became extremely nervous.

"Look over there!" He raised his hand and shouted loudly.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and their expressions suddenly changed: "Fuck!"

Bai Yang's pupils were dilated, he was sweating profusely, and his whole body was trembling.

On the sea level in the distance, bits and pieces of blue-green fluorescence gradually appeared, densely packed and countless at first glance, as if stars were slowly drifting towards the direction of the Zhanying...

The turquoise fluorescence was so familiar that Yuan Hongfei's Adam's apple twitched slightly and his face turned pale: "This...can't be the same urn with candles as before, right? This is too much, too much!"

A ghost released from an urn crippled the Saikawa, and now there are so many more appearing. What if there is a ghost in every urn...

The ghost masters on the ship only felt their scalps numb.

"I'll take a closer look." In fact, Bai Yang had already seen clearly what was happening in the distance, but he desperately hoped that there was something wrong with his eyes and that he had seen wrongly.

Unfortunately, the facts will not change because of his subjective will.

A few minutes later, everyone on the Zhanying learned the bad news. Fu Youhua was shocked and hurried to the conference room to hold an emergency meeting.

At this time, ordinary people using telescopes can already see a lot of green light spots in the distance, floating towards the Zhanying.

The atmosphere in the conference room was quite solemn.

"Why are there so many?" Yuan Hongfei seemed to have still not recovered from the huge stimulation, muttering in a low voice.

"Retreat, it's still too late to run!" He suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Fu Youhua.

Everyone else also looked at Fu Youhua.

"No!" Fu Youhua flatly refused, "Our mission is to deal with this supernatural incident. If we retreat, what will happen to the people behind us? I don't want to hear such useless talk about retreating without a fight again!"

"If anyone dares to escape privately..." Fu Youhua paused and looked around at everyone present with a cruel look, "I will make him regret it for the rest of his life!"

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly turned cold.

Zhang Yuwei sighed and quickly changed the subject: "Those green light spots are still a certain distance away from the Zhanying. Should we consider using will-o'-the-wisp weapons to burn them all in advance..."

"No, don't act rashly!" A ghost controller hurriedly stopped, "I guess those urns have blocked the activities of the ghosts inside. I'm afraid attacking rashly will cause trouble!"

"It was because the Saikawa took the initiative to attack the urn that the ghost inside escaped. If the urn was not destroyed, the ghost would probably stay inside quietly."

"If the will-o'-the-wisp weapon you are talking about can suppress the evil ghosts in the urn, it will be okay. If it cannot suppress the evil ghosts and let a few escape, then we will be in big trouble!"

Fu Youhua nodded, what this man said made sense.

There are so many densely packed urns, and even if the will-o'-the-wisp is suppressive enough, if a few fish slip through the net, Zhan Yinghao will definitely be unable to survive.

"You can't just watch and do nothing, right?" Bai Yang said: "Can the headquarters send some more support? In this situation, there are only twelve ghost masters on the ship, and I'm afraid they won't be able to cope with it at all."

Fu Youhua thought for a while: "Find a way to collect enough intelligence first. If the situation worsens, I will mobilize a large force to deal with it."

Looking up at the crowd again, Fu Youhua said encouragingly: "Everyone, this is the most critical moment, and it is also the moment for us to defend our country. We must show steely perseverance and desperate courage to resist on the front line."

Everyone's expressions were serious.

Time was limited, so Fu Youhua did not dare to say too much nonsense. He just told everyone that he could never retreat!

Then one order after another was issued, and most ordinary people on the ship returned to their rooms. The following activities did not require ordinary people to participate.

All the Ghost Controllers were dispatched and came to the deck. The green light spots were getting closer and closer, and a sinister aura rushed towards them. Just one glance made them feel horrified.

The nearest light spot has drifted over, and it seems that you can vaguely hear the sound of nails scratching the wooden board, which makes people's scalp numb.

The urn is completely black, without any pattern decoration on the surface. It is just an ordinary rectangular wooden box, but some are large and some are small. The only thing in common is that each urn has a lit candle stuck on it.

The green flame on the candle was unstable and seemed to be extinguished at any time. The nearest urn from the Zhanying was less than 300 meters away. The sea was calm, but these boxes were slowly floating in one direction.

The weird sounds were getting louder and louder, as if some kind of greedy beast had smelled the breath of a living person and couldn't wait to run over to find out. However, it was trapped in a confined space and could only scratch with its nails. , trying to break through the constraints.

Zhang Yuwei was brave and careful. She wore golden gloves and stepped on the bubbles to approach the urn.

The bubble landed on the sea and turned into a hemisphere. Zhang Yuwei bravely reached out to touch it.

At this moment, everyone else's hearts were in their throats.

She touched.

Nothing happened.

She picked up the urn.

Nothing happened.

She returned to the Zhan Ying with the urn.

Nothing happened.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief. The risk factor of this thing seemed... not high.

"How to deal with it." Zhang Yuwei held the urn and asked carefully.

Yuan Hongfei suggested: "Put it directly in the golden container."

But at this moment, the green candlelight on the urn suddenly shook violently.

The next second, the candle went out.

Crack--

A crack appeared on the urn.

Zhang Yuwei didn't have time to react at all, and the crack covered the entire urn.

"Be careful!" Fu Youhua exclaimed.

Zhang Yuwei immediately blew a bubble and wrapped the urn.

Almost the moment she finished this action, the urn was completely broken. Before she could see clearly what came out of it, Yuan Hongfei had already put on the sack quickly-put the bubble and the strange thing inside into it.

This set of actions went smoothly, and the crisis was nipped in the bud in the bud. Yuan Hongfei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked, "Are the gold containers we carry enough?"