The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

The crisis was resolved, and everyone withdrew from the manic attack mode.

The half-corpse ghost was quickly contained.

"That's it?" Some people seemed shocked. The ghost looked scary, but it was dealt with so quickly, which was a bit unbelievable.

"Nonsense, there are twelve ghost riders on the ship with full firepower, how can an ordinary ghost be a match?"

"It seems weaker than the ghost that made trouble on the ship before."

"Maybe it's because it just revived."

Bai Yang stared and carefully picked up the fragments of the urn from the sea. After checking, it seemed to be just ordinary wood, with a little corpse smell, and nothing else special.

For the ghost riders on the ship, the scene just now could only be regarded as a warm-up, and there was still a large number of urns to be dealt with.

Fortunately, the speed of those urns was not the same. There were not many floating over at this time, and many urns disappeared inexplicably in the middle, so they were not very urgent at this time.

"Go on, don't let your guard down." Zhang Yuwei reminded.

The ghost riders began to repeat the previous actions, stuffing the urns into the golden container, and encircling the occasionally revived evil spirits. No casualties have occurred so far.

Bai Yang wiped the sweat from his face and watched more and more urns slowly floating in. There were all kinds of noises inside, some of which were nails scratching the wood, and some were knocking. These sounds made people's backs cold. Although the situation is relatively stable, we can't relax at all.

"The golden container has been consumed too much and it's about to collapse." A ghost rider reminded.

"Don't worry, Minister Fu said that support is on the way, everyone hold on." Zhang Yuwei responded. Through her actual performance, she has already brushed enough favorability in front of Fu Youhua and won a certain right to speak.

This is undoubtedly a shot of heart.

In fact, as a minister, Fu Youhua is willing to stay on the dangerous front line with a group of ghost riders and the navy. This move itself is enough to stabilize people's hearts.

However, Hu Jiu suspected that Fu Youhua had a back-up plan, which could escape from danger or save his life at any time.

"Look, there's a special urn!" someone suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked over and saw that it was a very small urn. At first glance, it was no different from other urns. When they got closer, they found that it was actually carved with patterns.

Other urns were just ordinary wooden boxes. What did this urn with carved patterns represent?

"Don't worry about it, just take it in!" Yuan Hongfei said impatiently. There was a bang bang bang sound inside the special urn, as if it was knocking on people's hearts, which was chilling. It was a dangerous thing at first glance. He didn't want to face the resurrection of the evil spirit inside.

Yuan Hongfei reached out to salvage the urn. The moment he touched the urn, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

Sure enough, the next second, the candle on the special urn went out.

Yuan Hongfei hurriedly retreated. The special urn did not break apart immediately after the candle went out like the ordinary urns before, but opened slowly, as if very politely, with only a crack.

There seemed to be nothing inside.

"Is it an empty box?" Yuan Hongfei wondered.

"It seems to be empty."

"There is an empty box in the urn, is this good news?"

"Wait, don't be too happy, did you hear any sound!"

"There are noises coming from the urn everywhere..."

Bang--

Bang--

The faint heartbeat was mixed with the noise coming from the urn.

After a while, two people fell to the ground with their chests covered.

"Not good!" Zhang Yuwei immediately blew a bubble to wrap herself up, "It's an invisible evil spirit without a physical body!"

After that, she also fell down with her chest covered.

"What the hell is this?" Bai Yang looked around in shock, but his eyes didn't see anything.

Watching the ghost riders fall one by one, as if they had a heart attack, their faces turned blue and purple. Suddenly, a clear bell sounded.

After hearing the bell, the affected ghost riders breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Kuidong appeared on the deck carrying a bell: "You should think of a way to catch the ghost. Ordinary people on the ship have already died!"

When the urn floated over, the ghost riders on the Shichuan were also cleaning up, but they were too few and had few gold containers, so the efficiency was not high.

Just now, several ordinary people on the ship suddenly fell to the ground with their hands on their chests and died. Jin Kuidong also felt uncomfortable in his heart. He realized that something was wrong and immediately rang the Buddhist bell.

"It's an invisible evil ghost. He didn't even understand the rules of killing. How should he be imprisoned?" Yuan Hongfei roared impatiently. His heartbeat accelerated due to nervousness. Suddenly, he also felt uncomfortable in his chest and fell down.

Ordinary people would die on the spot if they triggered the rules. Ghost riders could at least resist for a while. Yuan Hongfei covered his chest and signaled Jin Kuidong with his eyes to ring the bell quickly.

Jin Kuidong pretended not to see it. The cost of ringing the bell was too high. He just knocked it hard once and felt an inexplicable weakness in his body. It was not physical fatigue, nor mental fatigue. It was just that some mysterious thing was being taken away from his life and consumed.

He couldn't describe the feeling, but it was quite bad, so...as a collaborator, Jin Kuidong felt that ringing the bell once to rescue the ghost controller on the Zhanying was enough. He didn't have that much spirit of self-sacrifice. .

"The pattern of killing is the heartbeat!"

"I heard the sound of my heart beating. As long as my heartbeat overlaps with the frequency of that sound, the killing pattern will be triggered immediately!" Zhang Yuwei still covered her chest, but she was wrapped in a bubble. Although she was also infected, she He has a relatively high resistance, and through his own personal experience, he guessed the rules of this ghost.

"So what if we know the pattern of killing? We can change the heartbeat to avoid being killed by this ghost, but this ghost itself has no entity, how to contain it?" Bai Yang pointed out the most critical issue.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Huang Jingxing stood up, and for a moment everyone's eyes were on him.

This mummy, who had not performed very well from beginning to end, now vowed: "I am best at dealing with invisible ghosts."

After saying that, the white cloth wrapped around him fell off and floated in the air. Under the white cloth was a young body, with eyes closed and motionless. His skin was pale, without breathing or heartbeat. He looked like a person who had been dead for a long time. But there were no signs of decay.