Depressing, dead silence.
In the terrifying and despairing darkness, the scope of the green light spreading becomes narrower and narrower. Every time you take a step into the depths of darkness, the scope of the ghost realm will shrink by one point.
The essence of these darkness is a ghost realm. Countless ghosts are mixed in it, creating an extremely powerful ghost realm.
The more powerful ghost realm will suppress the weaker ghost realm. When the gap is too large, it will even directly crush the ghost realm. Under the category of ghost painting vs. ghost difference, the ghost painting directly suppresses the entire ghost realm into the painting. , this darkness also incorporated Wang Chaling's ghost realm into its own.
The deeper you go, the closer you will get to the source of the evil ghosts, and the suppression will be stronger. Maybe in the end, the ghost realm can only barely open.
After bypassing the first hall, Wang Chaling looked in the direction of the Main Hall. There was still a little light there, protecting the final peace in the hall.
Looking further back, there is a depressing and lifeless darkness. Inexplicable terror is using the darkness to hide its figure and wander around.
There are already many terrifying figures standing outside the cyan ghost realm. Every time Wang Chaling moves forward, the cyan ghost realm is suppressed by one point, and they will get closer.
Two middle-aged dead souls are wandering on the edge of the ghost realm. As the undead souls of the Wang family, they have an extremely close connection with Wang Chaling. Every time the ghost realm shrinks, they can return to a "safe range" in time. Avoid direct exposure to darkness.
From time to time, he will stretch out his arms, grab some terrifying ghosts, and forcibly dismember them, turning them into scattered puzzle pieces. At the same time, these puzzle pieces will also fall into a state of death. Even if there is a dark stimulation, they will not revive in a short time.
Whenever a fierce ghost is dispersed, it is equivalent to the weakening of the darkness, and the suppression of the ghost realm by the darkness will be reduced by a few points. Although the degree of reduction is not at the same level as the degree of growth, it is still better than no reduction. Come strong.
"Very good, if we continue at this pace, we will still be able to hold on until we reach the dormitory." Wang Chaling dismissed some of the "not too high" crashes and estimated the time it would take to reach them.
The dormitory of Dizang Temple is on the right side of the first main hall, about two kilometers away. In this case, the ghost area is more used to prevent evil spirits and warn, and it is not convenient to use it directly for traveling.
However, Wang Chaling's speed is not slow. He has used supernatural powers to strengthen his body for a long time. Even if he just relies on his body to move, it will only take a minute and a half at most to reach him without the ghosts blocking his way.
far away.
The last light went out, and the entire temple, except for Wang Chaling, was completely covered in oppressive darkness. Wails, screams, curses, prayers... the voices of the dead and ghosts sounded together in the darkness.
Wang Chaling turned a blind eye, took out a stick of sandalwood in his hand, and accelerated his movements a little faster, heading towards the destination.
The only light in the darkness means something special. More and more strange figures are surrounding the ghost realm, and it seems that they will all pour into the ghost realm in the next moment.
The two dead souls are already "too busy" at the edge of the ghost realm. Every time they capture a ghost, more ghosts will come up before they can be dispersed.
The scope of the ghost domain has been reduced again and again, forcing a group of ghosts to move forward. The green light flickers on and off, and it seems that it will be annihilated in the darkness in the next moment.
Soon, Wang Chaling came to the edge of the dormitory. The ghost domain had been suppressed to a radius of two meters, and the terrifying supernatural interference became more and more serious.
But the next moment.
Almost the second Wang Chaling entered the dormitory area, the terrifying figures around him began to evacuate consciously, and the terrifying supernatural beings that oppressed the ghost domain also disappeared "without a trace."
Wang Chaling scanned the area. A road ran through it, and it was as far as the eye could see. On both sides were low tile-roofed houses, the main body of which was a wooden structure.
Darkness still exists in this area, but unlike the depression and silence of the outside world, there is a sacred and solemn feeling here.
The devil is no longer stimulated, but is being suppressed. This is reflected in the fact that the devil Wang Chaling brought in was quite "vital" just now, but now five seconds later, it has fallen to the ground. On the ground, unable to move any longer.
The two dead souls of the second generation and the fierce ghost controlled by Wang Chaling began to be weakly suppressed. As time went by, this suppression was gradually increasing.
Only two souls from one generation were unaffected.
"Most of the power was used to resist the ghost, but the remaining power can still have such suppressive power. The ghost controlled by the old monk is really terrifying." Wang Chaling's eyes flashed slightly. Although the old monk failed, But he is worthy of being a person who can trap evil ghosts in the temple for dozens or hundreds of years. This supernatural terror is probably beyond the generation before his birth.
If it were in its heyday, Wang Chaling probably wouldn't be able to do anything good from it.
But it’s not a big problem now. It’s been a long time since nightfall. Most of the supernatural powers are used to fight against the source ghost outside. Only part of it is left to maintain this “pure land”. The souls wandering inside are not enough to fight against Wang Chaling. What's the impact - just leave the squatter area before daybreak.
Without any scruples, Wang Chaling found a house at random. Instead of opening the door, he opened the window and climbed in through the window.
The layout of the house is not complicated. There is a small bed, a table, and two pairs of cloth shoes placed under the bed. Judging from their size, they should be for one person, a quilt, a few folded monk robes, and the corners of the room. The "person" standing with his back to Wang Chaling was the only person in the room.
Wang Chaling was lucky. The room he chose at random turned out to be a "single dormitory".
He took out a piece of sandalwood, hesitated for a moment, then put it back, and looked at the dead soul beside him: "Grandma, please keep an eye on that "sir" tonight. Grandpa, you protect me by my side. It's necessary. You can get up directly when the time comes. Mom and Dad, please go back to the photos first."
Sandalwood is precious, and Wang Chaling will use it a lot in the next "few days", especially when picking up things. He saves as much as he can. The strength of the dead soul is enough to cope with the dangers of the squatters at night.
After arranging everything, Wang Chaling picked up a monk's robe and put it on directly without taking off his suit jacket.
The monk's clothes had not been washed for a long time, and there was a musty smell, but what was worse was the smell of blood. The gray monk's clothes seemed to have just been picked up from a pool of blood. Most people would definitely not be able to stand this smell.
But what most ghost controllers are most familiar with is this smell, blood, corpse smell... From the moment they become ghost controllers, these are the smells that follow them almost all their lives. Over time, they will naturally get used to it, Wang Cha The spirit is no exception.
Closing the monk's robe, Wang Chaling lay on his back on the bed - unlike the monk's robe, the bedding on the bed had a strange fragrance, like the scent of sandalwood when burning, but mixed with some floral fragrance, which made people feel restless and peaceful. Come down.
"It's pretty fast..." Wang Chaling muttered, her eyes closed tightly, her breathing became calmer, and she finally fell asleep.
An old woman stood not far from the corner, staring at the "person" in the corner with a pair of numb eyes. An illusory old man wandered around the room, walking to the door and window from time to time, and then back to the bed, going back and forth like this. Back and forth.
There were wandering figures outside the house, and voices of conversation could be heard from time to time. Doors and windows rattled, knocks on the door, and inquiries echoed, but they were always limited to this and no further action was taken.
When you enter through the door, you will have a direct conflict with the original owner of the house. The original owner must be expelled in order to make Wang Chaling stable.
There is no need to do this when entering through the window. The original owner only recognizes those who come in through the door. If the window is turned over, it is considered to be in the "blind spot" and will not conflict with Wang Chaling - unless the original owner also wants to lie down in bed.
When the original owner exists, even if there are a lot of changes in things outside the house, they will not break in directly, which can save Wang Chaling a lot of trouble.
On the bed, Wang Chaling's face was calm, her breathing was long and continuous, and a smile gradually formed at the corner of her mouth, as if she was having a sweet dream.
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Hours flew by.
The melodious bells echoed in the temple. When the first bell rang, Wang Chaling on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
He took off his monk's robe, folded it together with the quilt, and placed it neatly on the bed. When he came to the window, he saw that it was still dark outside, and the bell had only rang five times.
"I had a very comfortable sleep this time. It was like a harvest. The old monk was too strict and refused to let go." Wang Chaling shook his head. Although the sleep was quite comfortable, he It's not just for sleeping. Otherwise, no matter whether it is modified or deceived, it will make him fall asleep easily. The most fundamental purpose will not be achieved after all.
Recalling the stubborn old monk in his mind, Wang Chaling couldn't help but sigh, but he didn't dwell on this matter for long.
He has decided to stay in the ghost temple for a few days. If he really can't pry him open, he will just rely on force to rob him. This will only make the risk much higher.
"The ghost temple is quite safe during the day. As long as it does not involve a few specific areas, it is relatively safe for me as a person who has paid for incense." Wang Chaling still knows the general information about the ghost temple, but it is not There are many, so I plan to take this time to walk around the temple and look around. I don’t want to know too much, but at least I want to remember the locations of some special things.
Opening the window, there was nothing and no one outside. The sounds in the night seemed to be illusory. Wang Chaling climbed directly through the window and came to the street, followed closely by two dead souls.
In an instant, Wang Chaling felt that there were countless pairs of eyes watching her, glanced at the "quiet and peaceful" street, and walked straight towards the location where she entered before.
When we arrived at our destination, there was an obvious human-shaped mark on the ground, which was left by Li Gui, but Li Gui had disappeared and was probably dragged away by the "monk" in the street.
"This donor,..."
"Bang~!"
The rotten old man's arm directly hit the young monk's face, blocking the words he had yet to say, but this move seemed to have touched something. More and more monks poured out of the room, or from the side of the house. emerging from the gap.
Scanning more and more "people", Wang Chaling's face was calm, blue light rippled, and large numbers of ordinary "monks" were gathered. Their existence was modified to non-existence, and at the same time they were also deceived into non-existence. in this world.
It's just ordinary ghost slaves, there are as many as you want, and it is naturally as easy as possible to destroy them. There are only a few fierce ghosts, because the ghosts are immortal and cannot disappear, but they are also forcibly broken into puzzle pieces, scattered all over the place, and fall into a state of death. .
"Before dawn is the darkest time. The closer to dawn, the attacks of source ghosts will become more and more terrifying. The ghosts left by the old monk also need more to resist the darkness. Although I have attracted attention here, this A few fierce ghosts should be the maximum limit."
Wang Chaling's prediction was right. The bells rang thirty-six times, followed by drums, but as long as ordinary ghost slaves appeared, there was not a single fierce ghost.
At the moment when the last drum beat sounded, Wang Chaling stepped out of the squatter area. The darkness of the outside world dissipated in an instant, and light replaced everything. The dazzling eyes made Wang Chaling squint her eyes.
The sun shines on the majestic hall, and the shadows of three huge Buddha statues rise up. A huge tree appears, and its dense branches and leaves "cover" the three Buddha statues, with an inexplicable sense of sacredness. It seems to be Driving away all the horrors in the world.
Wang Chaling even felt that Li Gui's consciousness had become silent again. Of course, this was just his illusion, an illusion caused by supernatural suppression.
It’s hard to imagine that in a supernatural place synonymous with silence, gloom, depression and weirdness, there would be such a “positive” scene.
Figures appeared in the temple one after another, practicing martial arts, morning classes, doing work, talking... scenes from the past emerged in the daytime decades later.
Wang Chaling was like a ghost, and everyone who came and went ignored him, or in other words, they couldn't see Wang Chaling at all.
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J City.
Because of the special nature and difficulty of controlling the epidemic ghost, many people in the east of the city have been evacuated, but in the end it was too late. There were too many people, and normal evacuation work was also very difficult.
The Plague Ghost has left its previous base and is moving towards Dongcheng. After all, it's not fast, but it won't take long.
"It's really troublesome. It's only now that I thought of using the ghost domain to evacuate." Yang Jian stood on a tall building, red light shrouded the surrounding area, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
Not just him.
Shen Lin was also using the Ghost Domain to evacuate those who had not yet evacuated, while Li Leping was placed in a fixed position. The ability to forget allowed people to ignore many abnormal phenomena and ensure the stability of order.
A helicopter flew over the DC area.
There was only Liu San on top, and he was holding a square gold container in his hand, heading straight towards the fluorescent sky.
"This distance should be about the same." After looking at the approaching plague ghost and the city in the distance, Liu San opened the gold container, took out a painting from it, and jumped out of the helicopter holding the painting.
After finding a suitable location, Liu San first lit a white ghost candle and placed it in a "safe" location, then took out a handful of powder and spread it evenly on the painting.
"That's it." Liu San said to himself, his body gradually withered and turned into a paper man with no supernatural powers and collapsed on the ground.
ten minutes later.
The sky was filled with fluorescent light that enveloped the area, but mixed with a little bit of ashes.
(End of chapter)
