The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Zhou Long screamed and fell down.

Lu Rui's condition was also very bad. There were dense festering wounds all over his body, like blooming flowers, flowing with yellow-brown turbid "honey juice".

Looking at Wei Xiyuan's long gone back, Lu Rui seemed unwilling to give up, but was unable to pursue him. The corpse oil ghost he controlled was on the verge of reviving and could no longer squander the supernatural power.

Thinking of this, he took out a gold body bag from his backpack and prepared to contain Zhou Long's evil ghost.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Countless blood-stained white silks appeared out of thin air and floated towards Lu Rui.

"Why did you revive so quickly!" The shocked Lu Rui subconsciously used corpse oil to resist, causing his condition to further deteriorate. The festering wounds on his body connected together, and his whole figure seemed to be melting.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the white silk around Zhou Long's neck shaking slightly, obviously not yet revived. Lu Rui suddenly had an idea and reached out to grab a white silk in mid-air.

Didn't touch anything!

The palm covered with corpse oil passed through the illusory light and shadow, and a burst of anger at being fooled instantly ignited. Lu Rui immediately realized that Zhou Long had not lied just now, and he indeed did not take the initiative to attack.

"Who is it?" Lu Rui looked around with red eyes. He suspected that there was another ghost master watching in the dark.

But since he is someone who hurts people secretly, how can he show up so easily?

The floating white silk surrounded Lu Rui, seeming to laugh at his incompetence. The severe pain in his body reminded him all the time that it was best to leave.

Turning around and running backwards, the false Bai Ling failed to stop him at all. Just when he thought he had escaped, a cold chill suddenly hit his neck, making his hair stand on end, and his instincts urged him again. The supernatural power of corpse oil.

——The real blood-stained Bai Ling revived.

It was difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the white silk hanging in the sky. Lu Rui was tired of dealing with it. His mouthpiece had been corroded by corpse oil and he could not speak. Even if he could speak, he probably wouldn't speak. The other party clearly wanted to kill him, and it was unlikely that he would be merciful because of his begging for mercy or making conditions.

A violent feeling of suffocation came over him, and a piece of white silk was strangled around his neck at some point. He struggled hard, his body eroded into a shapeless shape, until he finally collapsed helplessly.

Before he died, he kept staring, as if he wanted to see who was harming him, but unfortunately... there was nothing.

After confirming that Lu Rui had cooled down, Hu Jiu appeared, picked up the gold body bag on the ground, and grabbed the blood-stained Bai Ling's body. The Bai Ling derived from mid-air dissipated.

The cold feeling in his hands seemed to trigger some kind of instinct of the mirage. Hu Jiu was startled and quickly stuffed Bai Ling into a body bag for containment. He didn't want to test the mirage's new abilities in a place like this.

At this time, Lu Rui had completely turned into a puddle of rotten flesh, and the greasy liquid kept pouring out, quickly forming a pool of depression, and it was still spreading outwards, making it difficult to contain and deal with it.

"Mr. Lu, thank you for your generosity." Hu Jiu walked away quickly with a smile, decisively giving up on this ghost.

…

Hu Jiu's home is in Linjiang City, not far from Lizhou City. It was already night when he returned home.

After a brief rest, Hu Jiu turned on the computer and randomly searched for information about ghosts, while reviewing his first actions since his rebirth.

Overall, he is very satisfied. Although there are some coincidences and doubts in the process, but... the benefits have been eaten by him. At present, he is not in a hurry to solve the puzzle. There is no point in being anxious. Strengthening the strength is the key. The fist is strong enough. Enough to break all conspiracies!

After all, he has the advantage of rebirth, and he has this confidence.

Paranormal incidents in China are not very frequent at present, and information about ghosts is blocked, but clues can occasionally be found.

Hu Jiugang saw a post. The poster described the ghost information in detail, telling everything about the ghost domain, ghost slaves, ghosts' inability to affect gold, etc.

——The ghost realm is a supernatural space derived from the power of ghosts. In this space, ghosts are the masters, and even the rules of physics can be rewritten!

——A ghost slave is a puppet controlled by a ghost after being killed by it. It may retain some of its instincts in life and assist the ghost in killing people.

——Supernatural power is ineffective against gold. Sealed gold containers can be used to imprison ghosts.

Under this post, there are only a few scattered replies——

"What age are we in? Feudal superstition is unacceptable."

"Is this a horror story?"

"I think my bank card balance is more terrifying..."

This post may have been posted by an enthusiastic ghost controller, but unfortunately, after a while, the web page changed to: [This post is suspected of violating regulations and has been deleted! 】

After closing the web page, Hu Jiu took out the gold body bag he picked up today. When his fingers touched the blood-stained white silk inside, the mirage in his body started to stir instinctively.

Five seconds later, there was an identical white silk on his hand.

Mirage's second ability - imitation and copying!

Although the clone was only about 30% as strong as the original, he was already quite satisfied. In fact, the essence of this copying ability is still to create phantoms, but it just creates the phantom of the evil ghost and imitates the supernatural power of the evil ghost.

Hu Jiu continued to test, he tried to open the ghost realm, and the mirage's supernatural power spread outwards with him as the center...

Nothing happened.

Nothing has changed at all.

It's just that the light and shadow in the room swayed slightly like water waves for a moment, and there seemed to be an indescribable smell.

Hu Jiu stared at the time. After only eight seconds, his face became extremely gray and he hurriedly withdrew the supernatural power.

The ghost domain of the mirage ghost has no iconic features and can be seamlessly connected with reality. Except for gold, everything in the ghost domain can be transformed into phantoms by Hu Jiu, and phantoms can also be transformed into entities.

This ability to transform reality into illusion is very powerful. Hu Jiu even vaguely feels that if there is enough time, other evil ghosts in the ghost domain can also be transformed into phantoms and become part of the mirage.

However, eight seconds is the limit. He can explore the general ability of the ghost domain, but he has no time to continue testing with the blood-stained white silk. If he holds on, he may die from the resurrection of the evil ghost.

After stuffing the white silk back into the body bag, Hu Jiu felt particularly tired and a little cold. Frowning and opening the ghost book, the first rule he wrote down became dim and transparent at some point, as if it would disappear at any time.

'Is it caused by forcibly opening the ghost domain just now? 'Hu Jiu touched his chin and thought, 'The horror of the mirage ghost is indeed very high. It seems that the ghost domain cannot be used easily in the future. ’

He picked up the pen and added another sentence on the ghost book: [This book will protect the body and consciousness of the holder Hu Jiu from harm]. This time, the resistance to writing was greater. Perhaps after using it one or two more times, no trace of writing could be left.

The eyeballs on the cover of the ghost book rolled around, and Hu Jiu put it away with a sullen face.