The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Hu Jiu turned around and saw only boundless white light.

In order to explore the source of the light, a film like sunglasses grew in his eyes, tightly covering his eyes to weaken the strong light.

As the ink in his eyes gradually deepened, Hu Jiu saw a humanoid figure standing quietly not far away.

However, where its head should be, there is a big lightbulb!

The light bulb is the light source, emitting blinding white light.

This light is different from any natural light. It seems to come from another dimension. Although it can dispel darkness, it also brings an ominous atmosphere.

Zhao Feng pulled on his black windbreaker and covered all the exposed skin without leaving any trace.

"Why are you so afraid? What is this ghost's ability?" Hu Jiu asked.

Zhao Feng, whose head was wrapped in clothes, said in a muffled voice: "Don't be illuminated by its light, otherwise your soul will be irreversibly distorted, and a good person with a strong will will turn into a heinous villain!"

Hearing this, Hu Jiu looked at the light bulb monster again.

Bathed in the white light, he really felt that the evil thoughts deep in his heart were stirring.

Greed, arrogance, jealousy...all negative adjectives are rolling in my mind.

It's a pity that it didn't have much impact on Hu Jiu.

After all, his moral sense, three views and bottom line are already incredibly low, and can even challenge human beings' perception of "evil".

He had long faced the deepest evil in his heart and had fallen to the point where he could no longer fall.

The light emitted by the bulb continued to increase, and the surrounding air seemed to be polluted by the power of corruption, becoming thick and oppressive.

Although Zhao Feng on the side wrapped his body with clothes, his shadow on the ground began to twist and deform, and his outline became blurred.

Everything nearby seems to have lost its meaning, and only the light bulb continues to emit an unsettling light, excavating the dark side hidden deep in human nature, and making people fall into it involuntarily.

This ghost is indeed very vicious. If ordinary people or ghost masters are exposed to the light, another evil personality may be born.

It's a pity that it doesn't work here with Hu Jiu.

Swish——

A cube with six mirrored sides, trapping the lightbulb monster inside.

Hu Jiu took this ghost away casually.

He kicked Zhao Feng, who was still shivering with his head covered, "It's okay, get up quickly."

Zhao Feng revealed one eye and saw that the white light had indeed disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, but then he became more nervous.

That light bulb is very difficult to deal with. Hu Jiu, who easily solved the light bulb monster, must be more difficult to deal with!

"I think you are quite aware of current affairs, so stop talking nonsense and tell the truth." Hu Jiu said with a sense of oppression.

Just as Zhao Feng was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed, and confusion appeared in his eyes.

Seeing that Hu Jiu was about to take action, Zhao Feng hurriedly said: "Don't worry, it's not that I don't want to say it, I really can't say anything!"

Hu Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Could it be some kind of curse?"

Zhao Feng shook his head: "Just now, I didn't know what was triggered, and my memory suddenly went wrong. I can't remember anything."

"Now I only know that I am the person responsible for guarding this place, and I have completely forgotten all other relevant information."

"Really? I don't believe it." Hu Jiu's expression was a little exaggerated, as if he was about to be tortured.

Zhao Feng panicked: "Really, more real than real gold! You believe me..."

Snap...

Hu Jiu stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhao Feng's forehead.

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes.

After a moment, Hu Jiu withdrew his hand.

"My mind is really blank."

As soon as Zhao Feng came back to his senses, he heard this sentence. He didn't dare to say anything more and only asked cautiously: "In this case, can you let me go?"

Hu Jiu nodded.

Zhao Feng looked happy.

The next second, Zhao Feng's big head was taken off and put into a sack together with the corpse demon just now.

Then Hu Jiu turned his attention to the fifth door.

Without any hesitation, he took out the key again.

Although the resistance was great, with his supernatural blessing, the giant door was soon forced open a crack.

Some unknown supernatural power was in the air, leaking out through the crack in the door.

Hu Jiu ducked over and quickly closed the door.

Behind the door is no longer a repetitive scene, but... a corridor.

This corridor is like a mountain tunnel, extremely wide and huge, as if it were a hotel built for giants. There is a dark door at regular intervals with numbers on the door.

Hu Jiu looked back and saw that the number on the door he walked out of was "167".

The floor of the corridor is covered with a green carpet, which is very soft and has a slight sticky feeling when you step on it.

Hu Jiu looked carefully at the green carpet, which looked more like some kind of moss.

The soles of his feet simply floated up and he stopped stepping on them.

The space in the corridor is very stable, there is no chaos, and there is no messy supernatural atmosphere.

Hu Jiu was thinking while moving in the direction of increasing numbers in the black gate.

Click——

A door in the distance suddenly opened.

"It's the door of 200." Hu Jiu hid her body and shielded her own aura.

The person who walked out of the black door No. 200 was tall and thin, with his head lowered and half-long hair covering most of his face. It was unclear whether he was a man or a woman.

He didn't notice Hu Jiu and walked toward the other end of the corridor in a hurry.

After he walked away, Hu Jiu approached door No. 200, took out the key and pushed it gently.

The door was pushed inwards a little.

The gap is very narrow and the resistance is extremely high.

A strong and ominous supernatural aura spread along the gap, along with something that looked like blood.

Click——

A blood-stained arm suddenly stretched out from behind the door, and its sharp nails dug into the edge of the door.

Just one hand gave Hu Jiu an unexpected sense of crisis.

But he didn't give in. He activated the supernatural power in his body, and the hanging rope unexpectedly hit the arm behind the door!

Snap——

The hanging rope hit the arm hard, leaving a scar visible to the naked eye. The supernatural aura attached to it was still causing damage.

Finally, the hand gradually loosened, and Hu Jiu took the opportunity to twitch again.

The arm finally retracted.

But then, bang bang bang...

Something banged violently behind the door, Hu Jiu's eyelids jumped wildly, and he closed the door with a snap.

It actually gave him a sense of crisis!

Although it’s just a little bit, it can’t be ignored!

Hu Jiu is a very realistic person. He seems to be looking for opportunities in crises and enjoys the excitement of dancing on the cliff.

In fact, what he likes is the satisfaction brought by staying in an absolutely safe place, and the pleasure of provoking "danger".

He would only take a gamble when he was sure of winning. When the real danger came, he just wanted to say: "Goodbye."