Wen Zhong searched for a moment on the website and quickly found a post about the classification of the levels of ghosts.
When I opened it, there was a line of small words on it:
This article only uses the degree of harm as the basis for classification, and does not represent the terrifying level of the ghost itself.
Level C: Restricted level.
Fierce ghosts fixed in a certain area are somewhat dangerous and not contagious.
Class B: Dangerous level.
The fierce ghosts that have the ability to wander are very dangerous and have a certain degree of spread.
Level A: disaster level.
If left unchecked, it could kill a city's population within a certain period of time. It is extremely dangerous and has considerable spread potential.
S level: Destruction level.
It can no longer be measured in terms of danger. It has the ability to destroy the population of several cities. If it cannot be contained, it can even destroy a country.
"That's it." Wen Zhong understood that this level only shows the degree of harm to humans, and has nothing to do with the strength of the ghost itself.
To use an analogy.
There are two ghosts of equal strength, but one sleeps all day, and the other likes to run around. The ghost that likes to run around must have a higher rating than the ghost that sleeps all day.
"This level classification has no substantive effect. It can only be used as a reference at most." Wen Zhong shook his head. If he really wants to meet a fierce ghost, no matter what level he is, he will die.
He continued to browse other information, and a post with the title Common Knowledge of Ghost Controllers caught his eye. Wen Zhong indeed knew very little about the information related to ghost controllers.
Wen Zhong looked at it, his expression gradually became serious, his brows furrowed, and he saw this sentence written in the post:
Controlling the devil is not as glamorous as everyone imagines.
On the contrary, this is a very desperate thing. If the ghost controller does not control it and squanders supernatural power, he will soon die from the ghost's resurrection.
Even if they can guarantee that they will not use their supernatural power even once after controlling the ghost, most ghost controllers will not live for more than a year, and they will have to live in the pain of being corroded by the ghost every day.
At the end of the post, it was written that countries around the world are actively researching ways to extend the lifespan of ghost masters, but the current research progress is not ideal.
"Is this the final fate of people involved in the supernatural?" After reading this, Wen Zhong felt cold in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that after eating the braised pork roast yesterday, his condition had become much better.
"Is it possible?"
Only ghosts can deal with ghosts, this sentence came to Wen Zhong's mind again.
If the mold he controls can be considered a ghost, then the ghost meat contaminated with the supernatural powers of evil ghosts can also be considered a ghost.
Using their own bodies as the battlefield, the two ghosts' powers first collided with each other, then restrained each other, and finally reached a delicate balance.
This balance is likely to be the key to improving your condition.
It seems that the saying that knowledge is power is true everywhere.
After turning off the web page, Wen Zhong patiently browsed other information. After roughly enriching his knowledge reserve, he turned off the computer and stood up to leave the Internet cafe.
He wanted to go to the night market again and try to get more braised pork, because that was how he could survive.
Although the night market doesn’t open until evening, it’s still a good idea to go there early and make some preparations.
Just when Wen Zhong was thinking carefully about how to act at night, he suddenly felt as if he had hit something, and then an "ouch" came out.
This voice sounds a bit familiar.
"Grandma, who doesn't have eyesight dares to hit me, Prince Huang!"
Wen Zhong recognized him at just one glance. This person was the little Huangmao whom he had taught him a lesson in the Internet cafe yesterday.
Xiao Huangmao scolded and stood up.
When he looked up and saw that the person who bumped into him was actually Wen Zhong, his expression changed instantly: "Grandma, it's your boy!"
"I was talking about going to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here."
"Looking for me?" Wen Zhong frowned and stared at Huang Mao, dusting himself off. "It seems like you are a person who cares about eating and not taking fights. The scar healed so quickly and you forgot about the pain."
After saying that, he took a step forward and looked directly at Huang Mao. The flesh on the back of his hand began to slowly squirm, ready to release the mold at any time.
Although frequent use of supernatural powers will shorten one's life, facing this kind of social scum, Wen Zhong still decided to teach him a "profound" lesson.
"Okay, Xiao Huang, we are all friends, why are we fighting and killing?"
A man came over and separated the two of them with a wave of his hand. Judging from his age, he looked similar to Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong saw the person clearly and clenched his fists unconsciously.
The visitor's name was Fang Dezhao, Wen Zhong's class monitor at the university. Relying on his strong financial background, he often targeted Wen Zhong.
"Wen Zhong, it's rare that the squad leader comes out to help you, why don't you say thank you."
At this time, several more people walked out from behind Fang Dezhao and Prince Huang. One of the women walked directly to Wen Zhong and said with a smile: "Wen Zhong, you must learn to be grateful as a human being."
The girl who spoke was called Li Mu, and several other people were familiar to Wen Zhong, all of whom were his classmates.
"Yes, Wen Zhong, you have to say thank you anyway." The person who spoke this time was named Gu He, Fang Dezhao's little follower.
"Thank you?" Wen Zhong glanced at Li Mu and said, "Li Mu, Gu He, if you two like to be dogs, don't get involved with me."
After saying that, he waved to the others as a greeting and prepared to turn around and leave.
As for Huang Mao, Wen Zhong didn't want to argue with him anymore in front of his classmates. There would be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future.
"Wait." Fang Dezhao suddenly called him.
"It's a rare encounter. Why don't you go to the amusement park in the city center with us? You probably haven't been there yet." Fang Dezhao said this with obvious ill intentions.
"Of course, I'll pay for the tickets for you." He added at the end.
Wen Zhong frowned and turned around to say something, but met a concerned look.
She is Li Ruohan, the deputy monitor of Wen Zhong's class. Unlike Fang Dezhao, she usually takes good care of Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong knew that Fang Dezhao had always liked Li Ruohan, but it was a pity that Li Ruohan didn't give him a chance.
As for Fang Dezhao, seeing that he ignored Li Ruohan, but instead cared about a loser whom he didn't like at all, he naturally started to target Wen Zhong everywhere.
Wen Zhong felt like a mirror in his heart about this. He knew that Fang Dezhao's invitation to him today probably meant that he wanted to make a fool of himself in front of Li Ruohan.
Coupled with the fact that Prince Huang had a grudge against him, Wen Zhong knew with his buttocks that this was a Hongmen Banquet.
In the past, Wen Zhong might have been wary, but now.
"That's so generous, monitor." Wen Zhong took two steps forward, stared directly at Fang Dezhao, took out a ticket from his breast pocket, and said coldly: "But I think you still need the money." Keep it for yourself and spend it slowly.”
Wen Zhong then tore up the ticket and threw it in Fang Dezhao's face, then turned around and left without giving anyone else a chance to save him.
Fang Dezhao's face was livid, and his hands were clenched together tightly. He just felt an extremely dangerous aura from Wen Zhong.
Seeing Wen Zhong's leaving figure, he stopped Huang Mao, who wanted to go up to find trouble. After a while, he squeezed out a forced smile, stretched out his hand to wave to the others and continued walking towards the amusement park.
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Wen Zhong came to the night market. Although it was not officially open yet, many merchants had already started to set up stalls.
Wen Zhong found a place to sit down casually, when a text message alert suddenly came from his cell phone.
He took it out and saw that the sender was actually Li Ruohan.
"Wen Zhong, are you okay? Why haven't you come to school these two days? Everyone is worried about you."
Wen Zhong thought for a while and replied: "I'm fine. I wish you a happy time."
Wen Zhong then sent Li Ruohan the phone number of the satellite phone, telling her that her previous mobile phone card might be deactivated, and stated that she could contact him anytime if she needed help.
Wen Zhong did this purely to repay Li Ruohan for taking care of him in the past, and had no other intentions.
After waiting for a while, there was no new news. Wen Zhong smiled to himself, put the phone back in his pocket, and started to squat.
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At night, Wen Zhong felt a little heavy as he listened to the constant shouting coming from the night market.
Because Wen Zhong's goal has not yet appeared.
The corner where the stall was originally located is now empty, and seems out of place with the surrounding bustle.
"Is it possible that Lin Yu is trying to scare the enemy?" Wen Zhong said with a bitter look on his face, "I came at this time yesterday."
Just when Wen Zhong was distressed, his phone suddenly rang with a text message alert again.
He picked it up and looked at it. There was only one sentence on it.
"There is really a ghost in the haunted house at the downtown amusement park, please save me!"
Looking at the mobile phone number, it was Li Ruohan.
