The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

He Ming looked at the scene in disbelief. The ghost rider who came to support was killed as soon as he landed?

This was too absurd. He suddenly felt that the headquarters was not a reliable organization. The trust was instantly reduced.

Not only He Ming, but also the headquarters felt it was absurd. They had been communicating with the supporter. Fu Youhua was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Shen Jiliang frowned, thinking about what went wrong. "Logically speaking, this situation shouldn't have happened at all?"

"He didn't do it on purpose, did he? Did the ghost contract expire? He was retaliating maliciously!" Fu Youhua said unhappily.

Shen Jiliang shook his head: "The problem lies inside. The dirty water is not that strong at all, but it can compete with the ghost grass at this time. Obviously, some kind of mutation has occurred. I noticed it before, but now is not the time to discuss such things."

Shen Jiliang immediately issued a new order to the supporter.

The ghost rider who came to support had his nose and eyes melting and water flowing out, and his body was constantly cracked and scarred. The scars were soon covered by lush green grass, which kept growing in a tangled way. In the scarlet flesh and blood, in the turbid sewage, it greedily absorbed nutrients and bloomed a terrifying new green.

What's worse is that the gold safe in his hand was accidentally entangled by the ghost grass and dragged away.

Shen Jiliang's cold voice came from the headset. The ghost rider staggered towards He Ming and handed him an empty gold container.

"The key to solving this supernatural incident is in that safe. I will do my best to get it back. You should take precautions first. No matter what happens later, don't look up at the moon, let alone be exposed to the red light. Remember to use the gold container to imprison the evil ghost afterwards!"

Hearing his words, He Ming was in a panic, "Can you explain it more clearly? I don't understand it a little bit!"

It's too late!

The strange ghost rider had grass growing in his mouth. He ran over and frantically tried to snatch the safe containing the statue. However, the ghost grass seemed to have wisdom and clung to the safe. When it was pulled off, new grass would fill it.

The next moment, he desperately urged the spirit in his body and let the evil ghost revive. The originally boiling sewage lake actually produced a brief stagnation.

It seemed that every ghost rider in the research department controlled the same ghost. The foul water with a foul odor was slowly manipulated with him as the center, like a water monster in a myth.

He Ming hid in the shadows and watched, his heart was shocked and a little ashamed. He thought that the ghost riders in the headquarters were all people like Xu Bai, but he didn't expect that he was narrow-minded.

The strange ghost rider finally came to the safe, stretched out a hand and grabbed it tightly, desperately pulled off the entangled green grass, and threw it directly in the direction of He Ming.

The next moment, he was swallowed by endless green grass. In the twisted grass, he could feel that the wriggling green grass had drilled into his body, proliferating and growing from his nose, mouth, ears, and every pore of his body.

The dirty water in his body was out of control, and the green grass wrapped him into a cocoon-like object.

He Ming watched him throw the safe over, and then saw him being swallowed up.

The body of the ghost grass expanded a little, vaguely evolving in the direction of wood, with countless dark green branches and leaves spreading outward, and the dirty water was quickly stained green and defeated.

He Ming knew that it was his turn to take responsibility.

He carefully opened the gold safe, and inside was a strange clay sculpture, shaped like an altar, surrounded by lifelike human heads, internal organs and limbs, and in the middle was an irregular red stone.

He Ming didn't know what to do next. Suddenly, the head, internal organs and limbs on the altar seemed to come alive, gathering in layers in the middle, melting slowly like a candle under heat.

In just a few seconds, the melted flesh and blood wrapped around the red stone, forming a spherical object with an uneven surface, like the surface of the moon.

Plop, plop——

The meatball was beating like a heart, strong and powerful.

The moment he heard the sound, He Ming felt unbearable, and immediately turned back and ran into a building not far away.

Along with the heartbeat, the meatball seemed to become wet, and soon grew limbs and a head, turning into a palm-sized human statue.

There were no eyes, nose or ears on its face, only a large mouth with exaggerated proportions. It knelt on its legs, put its hands in a strange posture, and looked up at the sky, as if praying to something.

Although he didn't know what happened, He Ming instinctively trembled, as if he sensed the breath of some existence that was superior to humans, and was in uncontrollable fear.

Buzz——

A red light shot straight into the sky from the statue's mouth, and a strange and magnificent red moon rose from the horizon. In this dark ghostland, it was even more dazzling than the sun.

The wildly growing grass began to wither as soon as it came into contact with the red moon's light, and the dirty water on the ground evaporated.

The bright red light illuminated the earth, and several cities blocked by the ghostland regained light.

The survivors who were hiding saw the red outside the window at this moment, and whispered faintly in their ears-the night is so beautiful, look at the moon.

Although they had been warned repeatedly not to look up at the moon, some people still couldn't help but come out. They saw the red moon hanging high in the sky, which was like a magnificent landscape beyond mythology. They knelt on the ground and crawled, as if they were worshiping a great god.

As for the arrogant ghost grass, it has completely withered at this moment, and even the leaves on its body are turning yellow and falling off, turning into dust and disappearing in the air. The filthy water has also dissipated, and only a seedling is left, with a few drops of crystal "dew" hanging on the leaves.

He Ming trembled and hid in the shadows. When the red light appeared, he also had an urge to admire the moon, but he quickly restrained himself. In order to prevent accidents, he always remained in a virtual state.

Fortunately, the red moon did not last too long and gradually dissipated after a while.

When the surroundings returned to darkness again, He Ming gradually came to his senses. The originally lush green grass had withered. He did not forget his burden. He took off his shirt and covered his head, lowered his head and quickly walked towards the location of the ghost grass body.

The ghost grass was listless and motionless. He pulled it out with almost no effort and stuffed it into the golden container together with the few drops of dew on it.

He turned his head and looked at the statue that had just summoned the red moon. It was already covered with cracks, and it seemed that it would shatter into pieces if the wind blew.

He Ming did not dare to touch it. He just held the golden container and stood there in a daze.

The supernatural incident should be over, right?

"Why do I feel so unreal?"