The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

"What the hell?!"

Wei Shanhai felt a little uneasy, and took another closer look with the light of his mobile phone.

It was this look that made him so frightened that he almost lost control of his bladder. His whole face was distorted and he screamed. He hurriedly threw away the painting in his hand and ran out desperately.

He saw that the person in the painting turned his head slowly and stared at him!

Wei Shanhai's mind was blank, and he ran out with all his strength, his heart pounding, "Wait a minute, what did I just see? Is there really a ghost in this world!"

He was panting heavily, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and the weak wind blew through the corridor, making him immersed in an indescribable horror.

The shoulder bag accidentally fell while running just now, but Wei Shanhai was so scared that he didn't dare to look back.

Without unlocking tools, he could only choose to go out from the main door of the apartment. Although he might be filmed by the surveillance camera, he should leave first at this time. Only the brainless protagonists of horror movies would waste time when they know that there is a haunted place.

He continued to walk down the stairs. The whole apartment was dark and quiet. The strong smell of alcohol kept entering his nose, stimulating his nerves. Gradually, the fear subsided strangely. He stopped walking with the courage from nowhere. It seemed that a fire was burning in his heart, "Damn it, I just left in disgrace like this, I am so unwilling!"

Thinking of this, he immediately turned back and soon found his lost bag.

"Where is the ghost? If you have the guts, come out and see it? Do you think I was scared?" His face flushed, his expression was slightly crazy, and he didn't show any fear. Instead, he had the urge to point at the ghost's nose and scold him.

He casually took out a cigarette, but he pressed the lighter several times, but the flame was not in the right place and failed to light it successfully.

"Damn it, a cigarette is against me!" Wei Shanhai was extremely angry, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and changed another one.

This time the cigarette was lit, and the red sparks flickered in the darkness. Wei Shanhai seemed very comfortable, and his head was dizzy, forgetting his original purpose.

However, the next second, his scalp suddenly felt cold, and he raised his hand to touch his head, and found that there was a bald spot!

"Fuck! What are you doing!" He roared out in an extremely violent manner, and punched the wall hard, as if to vent his anger.

An extremely horrifying scene appeared. The wall seemed to come alive, turning into the flesh and blood of some creature, and suddenly wrapped Wei Shanhai's fist.

At this time, Wei Shanhai still miraculously did not feel fear, but instead cursed at the wall, "You ghost thing, did you make my hair bald!"

His scalp felt cold again, and it was obvious that his hair was inexplicably bald again. If there was a mirror at this time, he would definitely see that his face was as pale as paper.

After cursing for a long time, Wei Shanhai's mouth was dry and his whole body was weak. He suddenly felt dazed, and two blushes appeared on his face. His body was crooked, like a drunkard.

Plop——

Wei Shanhai fell down and leaned against the wall. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyelids. He muttered: "It will be fine if I sleep until tomorrow morning. When the sun comes out, all the monsters will be destroyed!"

A slight snoring sound sounded, and Wei Shanhai's mouth corners turned up, as if he had a beautiful dream.

His figure gradually sank into the wall, and the whole person was slowly swallowed in.

"Help... Help!"

A hideous figure gradually emerged on the white wall. He finally woke up. He wanted to call for help but couldn't make a sound. He could only wail in his heart, but no one would come to save him.

Tonight's Happy Apartment is a ghost building that eats people without spitting out bones. Wei Shanhai is not the only one who can enter but not leave.

He is just an unlucky guy with terrible luck. He came to the wrong place at the wrong time.

This is Hu Jiu's testing ground. He has three evil ghosts to test, and he uses human lives to summarize their abilities.

Now I almost understand it all -

[Drunkard]: In the first stage, people are excited and emotionally unstable; in the second stage, they are manic and irritable, their IQ is reduced, and their attack power is increased; in the third stage, they are physically disordered, slow in action, their IQ is further reduced, and they fall into a coma until they die of drunkenness.

[Ghost Building Wall]: People can be built into the wall, and a human figure will be left on the wall. If the victim is released in time, the victim can be rescued. However, the victim cannot be found by physically destroying the wall, and only the wall material can be seen;

If the human figure on the wall is broken, the victim will die. If the victim is released at this time, the body will be torn into pieces; if the human figure on the wall is broken, the wall is repaired again, and the victim is released at this time, the body will be intact.

[Ghost Alopecia]: People become bald, and when all the hair falls off, it is the time of death (not effective for bald people).

...

After a simple treatment of the Happy Apartment, when the sun rose, it turned back into an ordinary residential building, except for a few more human-shaped traces on the wall.

After returning home, taking off his clothes, going into the bathroom to wash off the blood on his body, and drying his hair, Hu Jiu lay on the bed, watching the sky brighten without blinking, and then took a few buns from the refrigerator, heated them up and ate them.

In fact, he doesn't need to sleep or eat now, doing these is just a process to pretend to be human.

Unknowingly, he has already run a very long distance on the inhuman road...

The phone rang with a message notification, and at a glance, it was He Ming again.

He Ming: "Recently, several strange organizations have come to my door to win me over. Some of them are polite, and some are simply forcing me. It's so annoying, what should I do?"

Hu Jiu: "Report directly to the headquarters, or just pick one and kill him to scare the monkeys."

Seeing the reply, He Ming was silent for a long time. As the communication increased, he had already discovered that he and Hu Jiu were not the same kind of people, and they could not play together. He did not want to bother him, but he only knew this person in this circle, and he could only ask Hu Jiu for advice when he encountered something.

He Ming: "The headquarters notified me that I need to go to Beijing to attend an important meeting next week to summarize the work of the horror grass incident, and let me show my face and meet my colleagues. At the same time, I will conduct a mental state assessment, professional training in supernatural knowledge, and receive rewards. Are there any precautions?"

Hu Jiu: "No, you have made contributions and become famous, and the headquarters will not treat you unfairly."

He Ming: "You should go there by then."

Hu Jiu: "The headquarters also notified me, but I may not go."

He Ming: "Why?"

Hu Jiu did not reply.

He Ming did not ask again.

Lacking a common topic, the conversation between the two always ended inexplicably.

At the same time, several uninvited guests came from outside Linjiang City...