Wang Chaling put down the chess piece in his hand and looked at the chessboard with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, I won this game again. Please take out your things."
A few days passed in a flash, and the two of them also played dozens of games of chess, each with its own victory or defeat. It was probably a 50-50 split. Monk Ksitigarbha kept asking for various information. Wang Chaling asked about ten people. After asking the question, he proposed using items as a condition of the bet, and Ksitigarbha monk agreed due to some considerations.
Of course, these items are not precious, they are just some small items in the ghost temple, such as sandalwood, ghost tree branches, pond water, and vegetarian meals.
These things all have their own special uses. Sandalwood wards off ghosts, branches fight ghosts, pond water suppresses supernatural beings, and fasting rice can induce evil ghosts. In terms of pure value, their real value is actually much higher than some low-level evil ghosts.
But the key point is that when the Ksitigarbha monk gave these things to Wang Cha, the supernatural powers of these things only represented their "original" supernatural powers, and were not mixed with the supernatural powers of the Ksitigarbha monk himself or the ghost king.
If the trading items are replaced by ghosts, the monk may not necessarily agree. Ghosts are much more difficult to "clean" than these consumable supernatural items that are dismantled separately.
After receiving the sandalwood sticks handed over by Ksitigarbha monk, Wang Chaling had already accumulated three sandalwood sticks, five branches, two bowls of vegetarian food, and about one liter of pond water.
"The chess game ends here. Here comes my stuff. Let's play again next time we meet... However, you may be the one going to hell by then. After all, living for too long is not necessarily a good thing." Wang Chaling waved her hand. The existence of the stone table was changed to none, and it was erased along with the chess pieces. The words were very rude.
"Thank you very much, Donor Wang, for answering your question. Next time we meet, the poor monk will prepare a big gift for you. I hope Donor Wang will be satisfied by then." Monk Ksitigarbha replied.
In the exchange of questions and answers between you and me, the veil on both sides has long since disappeared. Both sides know that the next time they meet, it will be life and death. However, we are all civilized people and will not make harsh threats in person.
"Wang Wudi, is this monk threatening you? He is so audacious. You are so talkative. This little brat dares to talk to you like this. In my opinion, we might as well work together to break into this ruined temple. Destroy it!" Ye Zhen, who was a little drowsy after watching the two people playing chess, understood the code words of the Ksitigarbha monk and immediately became energetic. The long sword hanging on his waist was held in his hand, flashing The penetrating cold light.
The bamboo pole on his back was carried away by Wang Chaling's grandfather. Now he is in peak condition and has the urge to fight.
Wang Chaling's face darkened.
If it can play, why am I still playing chess with it? I had already asked my grandfather to tie this ghost thing in front of me and use other means to obtain information.
"Stop making trouble, the supernatural bus is coming soon. If you miss this bus, it will not be easy for us to return to reality." As he spoke, Wang Chaling's eyes still lingered on the Ksitigarbha monk.
The monk shook his head and did not express any opinion on Ye Zhen's words. This junior was quite strong, and he also had some impressions of the ghost who died for him, but that was the extent of it. An adult would not argue with a child, unless This guy really broke in.
But is it possible?
"Don't forget, the monk who tricked you in is still in reality. According to you, that person is already very old. If you stay here for a while, that person may die of old age. You can't get revenge." Wang Chaling had already figured out Ye Zhen's temperament, and Ye Zhen's dislike of the temple came from the person outside, so he easily transferred the conflict away.
"Wang Wudi, what you said makes sense. That's all. This is the end of today's matter. However, Wang Wudi, you must call Ye when you visit here again." Ye Zhen said. He didn't like the monk's eyes very much. He felt that he Not taken seriously at all.
"OK."
Wang Chaling agreed. There were not many ghost controllers who offered to help these days. The person in charge of the headquarters had to get gold quotas and resources to deal with supernatural incidents. Ye Zhen, who came to his door for free, was not in vain.
In the distance, a dim yellow light shone over, adding a little more light to the dim world. A shabby bus was driving towards the temple gate, its speed gradually slowing down.
Wang Chaling did not wait foolishly, and walked directly towards the bus with the dead soul. A body quickly appeared beside him. The dead soul also took off the bamboo pole on his back, and then directly carried the bamboo pole on his back. Put it on that body.
It's just a body that contains a little supernatural power. Naturally, it can't withstand this back basket. The dead soul follows behind it. Putting both hands on top of the back basket, it lifts up the back basket to prevent it from falling directly to the ground. Li Gui came to life again.
Wang Chaling stood on the side of the road, looking at the supernatural bus that was gradually approaching, and motioned to the dead soul to take a few steps forward, outside the bus road, but also on the edge.
Ten meters, five meters, two meters, one meter... The dim light did not dazzle people's eyes. When there was still about 30 centimeters away from where the dead soul was standing, the dead soul who had been holding the bamboo pole suddenly lowered his hands and at the same time put his hands on his back. Before the bamboo pole landed on the ground, he pushed the body carrying the bamboo pole out.
Thirty centimeters distance.
Even though the speed of the supernatural bus had slowed down to a certain extent, and even if the supernatural bus basically braked suddenly again, the front of the bus still collided with the back pole on the ground.
The terrifying supernatural suppressive power was unleashed on the back bamboo basket, knocking it away more than ten meters away. The bamboo bamboo basket was stained with stinky blood, which seemed to flow out of the bamboo basket. At the same time, a person appeared on the back bamboo basket. The holes were broken, revealing the terrifying "mountain goods" inside.
"This can't make it completely shut down? Is it because the supernatural bus has brakes and there is no driver?" Wang Chaling frowned and looked at the tattered back fence.
The back bamboo basket without a body to carry it just fell to the ground, and the terrifying ghost did not condense, but various strange phenomena were still taking place near the back bamboo basket. This meant that the ghost ghost was not completely dead yet, and it would not take too long to recover. Recover.
The plan of using a supernatural bus to kill Beizhuang can only be regarded as a half success. It temporarily prevents Beizhuang Ligui from interfering with Wang Chaling or doing things secretly. It is still far from a real solution.
"A supernatural bus without a driver and a supernatural bus with a driver can be said to be two different entities. Driver Yang Jian dares to directly hit the ghost ship, but no driver can even hit a ghost ship to death."
At this point, Wang Chaling has no choice but to wait to return to reality and use the ghost scissors. For the time being, he can only take this backpack with him on the road.
Looking at the silent supernatural bus, Wang Chaling did not hesitate and motioned to his father to go over and bring the bamboo basket over.
The current back bamboo pole is very light, and the terrifying weight and suppression originally come from the supernatural power of the back bamboo pole. Now that the supernatural power is suppressed, a lot of the special features of the back bamboo pole are naturally eliminated.
According to Wang Chaling's estimation, the current carrying bamboo pole might be able to crush a normal A-level ghost, but the Wang family's dead souls were all in the top A-level category, and it would be much more difficult to carry second-generation dead souls on their backs.
and……
"Ye Zhen, this back bamboo pole has been knocked half silent now. It's a good opportunity to control it. Do you have any ideas?" Wang Chaling pointed at the back bamboo pole that was out of the way of the supernatural bus.
"No, this carrying bamboo pole really doesn't match Ye's temperament. It's okay to carry it occasionally, but it's absolutely impossible to control it. I don't want to be known as a carrying bamboo pole when I rule the world in the future." Ye His face was full of disgust, and he rejected this extremely scary ghost without even thinking. The difficulty of controlling it was now extremely low.
But this answer is very Ye Zhen, a chuunibyou who makes the gloomy ghost world seem like a god descending to earth, and he is really insistent on some things.
Wang Chaling did not force him to agree, but just said that he would have to trouble him to carry it during this period. Ye Zhen had no objection to this.
Ye Zhen put the basket on his back again, and the two stood on the roadside together, waiting for the supernatural bus to recover. Wang Chaling took advantage of the situation and told Ye Zhen some information about the supernatural bus, and warned the other party not to rush towards the bus when they saw it. If something happens, just grab a sword and strike at them.
There is a connection point between the Endless Cemetery and reality in Dahai City. The supernatural bus often passes by. Ye Zhen has another impression of this bus. It is hard to say whether he will encounter this thing.
Be prepared!
"Stop, Wang Wudi, I admit that you are stronger than Ye, but Ye is not so weak that he is afraid of even a bus, Yang Jian? He is just a guy who uses your merits to get hyped up by the navy, so How strong can his father, Yang Xiaotian, be? If the bus can't directly hit him to death, what's so scary about him?"
Although Mr. Qin said that Yang Jian's father was killed by him, according to Wang Chaling's speculation, the other party must have been lingering for a while after being hit, and made many arrangements to place his ghost. Of course, this is just speculation, but Wang Chaling still told Ye Zhen this version.
Faced with Ye Zhen's rebuttal, Wang Chaling was not surprised. Whoever controls Ye Zhen's scapegoat would be similar to Ye Zhen, or even crazier.
"I won't argue with you. You'll know when you get on the bus." Wang Chaling arrived casually. He had already seen the dim lights on and the front door of the bus open.
He took his whole family and got on the bus directly. Ye Zhen, holding a long sword, followed closely and stepped on the bus, his eyes immediately fixed on the driver's seat.
He couldn't help but sit on it. Wang Chaling ignored him and walked to the back row and sat down with the four old people.
The collision just now caused the supernatural bus to temporarily stop moving forward, and the ghosts on the bus were almost gone. There were many places on the bus.
Ye Zhen was sitting in the driver's seat. The flesh and blood of his intact hands gradually rotted away. The normal skin turned black, but it did not rot like flesh and blood. Instead, it was wrapped in it intact.
One of his hands was placed on the steering wheel, and the other hand was placed on the switch that controlled the car door. He wanted to close the front door. An invisible resistance filled the control switch. Ye Zhen's palm was touched by this force. Block it firmly.
His face gradually became distorted, and a rotten aura spread. Ye Zhen's face turned abnormally pale. He was calling on the power of several ghosts in his body.
Before there is a suitable driving method, the way to control the supernatural bus is also very simple. Use your own supernatural power to suppress the supernatural bus's supernatural powers. As long as you can suppress part of it, you can gain part of the control.
Ye Zhen used his ghost power and tried his best to move the switch, but the switch could never be completely closed, only halfway at most.
As time passed, the front door closed automatically. Ye Zhen's face became a little ugly, but he did not give up and directly suppressed all the supernatural powers on the steering wheel.
Except for himself, few people know the specific number of ghosts controlled by Ye Zhen, who has a scapegoat. Now, he puts almost all his supernatural power on this steering wheel.
Finally, the stuck steering wheel started to move and began to turn slowly, and the direction of the supernatural bus gradually began to deviate.
next moment.
Two illusory palms appeared on the steering wheel, forcibly twisting the steering wheel back to its original shape. Under the combined influence of the dead souls and the supernatural bus itself, Ye Zhen was helpless.
"Ye Zhen, that's enough fun. This car has fixed stops for the rest of the journey, including places I need to go to." Wang Chaling said.
Ye Zhen: "...Okay, I will give you Wang Wudi a face today."
Ye Zhen left the driver's seat, walked to a seat near Wang Chaling and sat down, chatting with each other. He also held a game console in his hand, which he looked at from time to time.
The supernatural bus travels through strange and supernatural places, endless virgin jungles, mist-filled mountains, strange county towns, gloomy castles, endless cemeteries, dilapidated campuses, Caesar Hotel... for twenty years After driving for many hours and experiencing eight or nine supernatural places, Wang Chaling finally saw a huge mountain through the bus window.
After a few more hours, the speed of the supernatural bus gradually began to slow down. With the sound of brakes, the supernatural bus stopped steadily in front of a thatched house.
"Wang Wudi, have you found a place to cultivate immortality?" Ye Zhen, who got off the car, pointed at the mountain hanging in the air and said in disbelief.
The mountain is about 10,000 meters high and almost 100 meters above the ground. There are clouds and mist on it, and pavilions and pavilions can be vaguely seen. The morning sun shines on the mountain, and sacred images appear from time to time. Ye Zhen even saw some cranes circling and flying in the mountain.
"If there is such a thing as cultivating immortals in this world, it will not be our turn as ghost controllers to deal with the evil ghosts and face the supernatural resurrection." Wang Chaling said.
There are no gods in this world, only ghosts. Although this place is made to look quite fairy-like, the superficial illusion can never cover up the "stench" of the supernatural essence.
"well."
Ye Zhen shook his head a little lonely. With his strength, after being attracted by the gorgeous appearance for a few seconds, he could naturally see the essence under the fairy mountain.
Wang Chaling ignored this little emotion and walked straight to the front of the thatched house. This house had no door, only one window, and ropes hanging down to block outsiders' sight.
He took out a letter from his arms. This was given by Mr. Qin. It was also the only physical thing given by the other party, and it served as a token.
I saw Wang Chaling handing the letter into the window of the thatched house. There was a brief silence for a few seconds. A strong wind suddenly rose, and the clouds and mist in the sky seemed to be stirred. A white jade staircase slowly emerged, only showing a corner, and deeper. It is hidden in the clouds and mist.
"Let's go~!"
Wang Chaling shouted low and stepped forward first, followed closely by Ye Zhen.
(End of chapter)
