"Zhang Ming?"
Shen Lin spoke carefully, trying to prove something by shouting.
The other party did not respond. Zhang Ming, who was half leaning on the wall, was in a very different condition from the others. Although he was thin, he was not reduced to a mummy. He seemed to be covered in blood. His wide eyes indicated his unwillingness before his death. Resentment.
"Zhang Ming?"
Shen Lin shouted while moving slowly.
He didn't dare to delay too much. If Zhang Ming had died, the ghost in him would soon revive, and he would be the first to suffer.
Standing in front of Zhang Ming, Shen Lin tentatively checked the other person's breathing and pulse, and could only determine that the other person was dead from a human perspective.
Ghost controllers are not normal people. Most of their bodies are very different from those of living people, but are very similar to those of dead people.
He could only act on the basis that Zhang Ming was dead. He didn't have much time to waste.
Shen Lin conveniently closed the opponent's eyes, which were staring blankly, and then immediately looked at Zhang Ming's head.
In my impression, the first time Zhang Ming confronted that woman ghost, he was the first to change.
what is this? Ghost head? Is it possible that he wants to cut off his own head and replace it with the other's? He would be dead by the time he cut off his own, so where would the time replacement come from?
There must be another way. Shen Lin gritted his teeth and began to explore Zhang Ming's body. In order to observe better, he even tore Zhang Ming's clothes apart.
Finally, he found a lifelike grimace in Zhang Ming's heart.
The grimace was made with simple drawings. The overall expression was thick and light red lines. The outline of the human face just occupied the position of the atrium, as if it were smiling.
That smile made people shudder.
After a short look at each other, Shen Lin could even feel the peek and gaze coming from inside the simple painting.
This feels quite weird. When you look at a painting, you can't even tell whether there is something wrong with the painting or with you.
Um? Shen Lin was stunned for a moment, looking at the grimacing face of the stick figure with a serious look on his face.
Was it an illusion? Why did he feel that the lines of the painting were gradually becoming clearer and fuller, as if the grimace was improving itself.
Damn it! This thing is reviving!
Shen Lin moved his hands horizontally, pulled out Zhang Ming's weapon and dagger, and stabbed the opponent fiercely.
puff!
The imaginary wound appeared, and blood even burst out and poured all over Shen Lin's face.
But when he pulled out the dagger, the wound squirmed strangely, and the eyes decorated with the stick-figure grimace even glowed red. The next second, the wound disappeared, and the image of the stick-figure grimace became fuller again.
He couldn't wait any longer. This ghost thing was reviving much faster than he thought. He needed to find a solution as soon as possible.
"I'm sorry!"
Shen Lin muttered to Zhang Ming, then held the knife horizontally and cut towards the edge of the grimace.
He's going to cut this stick-figure grimace across!
There was no technique at all. Shen Lin's cutting scene was a disaster. In order to ensure that all the ghost faces were present, he even destroyed most of the flesh and blood in Zhang Ming's heart and cut them together.
The weirdness in his imagination did not appear, and the ghost face that had not yet recovered was much gentler than Shen Lin imagined.
The moment the entire stick figure face was completely cut out, he retched several times with trembling hands.
This is no wonder for him. Before this, he was just a freshly graduated student. The first bloody experience in his life left him at a loss.
Looking at the flesh and blood on his hands, Shen Lin took a few breaths to calm down.
He didn't know the complicated techniques of controlling ghosts at all, nor did he have the various sealing methods in the original work.
He could only make a bold attempt, crude and simple.
transplant!
The skin, flesh and blood of his own atrium were also cut open, and then the grimace was transplanted.
The next step is to do your best and obey fate.
If he is lucky, he will successfully become a ghost master and gain a few more months of life.
If he is unlucky, he will bleed to death.
If you don’t succeed, you will succeed!
Shen Lin's face was fierce, and he swung the knife with his right hand and started cutting at the edge of his left atrium.
Pain, severe pain, much more painful than imagined. The biting pain made him want to faint for a while. Big beads of sweat on his forehead couldn't stop pouring out. His hands even trembled a little because of the severe pain. , which made his cutting process even more painful. The pain was unimaginable.
quick! quick! quick!
Shen Lin muttered something at the corner of his mouth and stared at the cutting process with his eyes. His whole nerves were numb and he looked like he was going crazy.
"Stab it!"
The final process can no longer be described as cutting, it should be described as tearing!
The pain made him crazy. In order to speed up the process, he gave up the knife in his hand, grabbed most of the cut flesh with his right hand and tore it hard to the right. The excessive force caused blood to spatter.
"Buzz~"
The roar from the brain is like a fully loaded CPU that has reached its limit, reminding the owner that it is on the verge of collapse.
At the last moment when his thoughts disappeared, Shen Lin's left hand, which he had been waiting for for a long time, held the stick figure with the grimace and pressed it hard.
Afterwards, his consciousness fell into a state of chaos.
The moment Shen Lin fell, the strange mist began to squirm, slowly shrinking from its already expanded area of more than ten meters until it completely surrounded him.
He disappeared into the mist, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.
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"How's it going?"
In the wiring room, Zhao Jianguo appeared again to ask about the current situation. No one knew what the situation was inside. They were preparing for the worst.
"Reporting to the captain, the current situation is not very ideal. Zhang Ming reported part of the content. The ghost used thick fog-like means to cover the entire Anhe Community. It is initially judged that it may be a ghost domain."
Ghostland....
Zhao Jianguo's face looked a little ugly. At this stage, there were very few ghost controllers in the country who could deal with ghost areas. They were basically sent out to guard important cities. There was really no manpower available near Daxia City.
"Where's Zhang Ming?"
Zhao Jianguo asked.
"Missing, our contact was forcibly interrupted. I kept calling every 15 minutes, but no one has answered yet."
Wu Qiu upheld the highest quality of an operator and organized and reported some situations clearly.
Their job is similar to customer service, and they exclusively serve ghost controllers. They are all national talents who have received considerable elite training and have extremely high professionalism.
"It seems that the matter is not small. Zhang Ming has dealt with many incidents alone. This kind of situation rarely happens. Who is the latest ghost master? How long will it take for reinforcements?"
Zhao Jianguo pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache. The more and more frequent supernatural outbreaks became his concern. The world seemed to have turned on some strange switch, which made people shudder.
"It's Jiang Shangbai. I've contacted him, but."
At this point, Wu Qiu pondered, not daring to go on. The operator had daily contact with various groups of ghost controllers and knew a lot about them, but he didn't dare to get too involved.
They are the ordinary people closest to the ghost controller, and have seen real horror. If the other party deliberately targets her, she may die without knowing how.
And for all this, don't expect anyone to help you get justice. No one will offend a ghost controller for an ordinary person of low value.
This is the norm.
"But what?"
Wu Qiu's reaction made Zhao Jianguo look a little ugly, as if he had expected something.
"He has demands."
"Is it Jiang Shangbai's request? Or is it the request of the circle of friends?"
"Moments, Mr. Fang Shiming asked him to tell him that this incident is at least A-level. It is impossible for Moments to be involved in this. If you want them to take action, they can take action. They need 1/10 of the gold currently saved by the headquarters as a reward. , to hedge risks.”
Lawless! Simply lawless!
Zhao Jianguo almost shouted out, but he forced his breath back.
No one understands the urgency of gold at this stage better than them. The superiors have even issued a fatal order not to easily cause the outflow of gold unless necessary.
It would be an astronomical figure to get 1/10 of the headquarters' savings from the market, and it was impossible for them to agree to such an outrageous request.
"If you reject him, who else can take action?"
"No more." Wu Qiu responded.
Zhao Jianguo frowned. 24 hours was enough to do a lot of things. He thought of something.
This is probably the style of the circle of friends. They used various methods to drive away several nearby ghost masters, forcing the headquarters to only choose the circle of friends. They were forcing the headquarters to compromise.
This is a conspiracy.
Either ignore the situation in Daxia City, or compromise with them.
A bunch of bastards.
Zhao Jianguo was just about to get angry when he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
"Captain, Dachang City has issued an emergency telegram. Zhou Zheng has completely lost contact. Please ask for further instructions."
The house leaked and it rained all night. Zhao Jianguo's face looked ugly. Zhou Zheng's condition was very bad. His degree of recovery was quite high. If he continued to force the situation, it might lead to early recovery, and the situation would be even worse.
He turned around and told Wu Qiu.
"Keep an eye on Daxia City and respond promptly as soon as there is news. After 48 hours, if Zhang Ming has no news, he will reply to the circle of friends. Their appetite is too big, 1/10 is impossible. If they can solve this matter, I will Report it to them, apply for the supply of five tons of gold to them, and apply for Professor Wang's latest product for them. If they don't agree, we will find someone else."
"Yes!" Wu Qiu answered neatly and started a new round of calling.
Along with the call, a satellite phone at a certain location briefly flashed in the thick fog, illuminating a gray space.
In the thick fog, Shen Lin's position was covered with blood, his clothes were completely soaked, and he was motionless.
If someone comes up to touch it, they will find the weird body surface temperature.
This man was obviously still breathing, but his skin was as cold as a dead person.
The satellite phone vibrated briefly and jumped a little distance, barely grazing Shen Lin's trouser leg.
Under the white mist, an eye glowed with a strange brilliance.
Open slowly.
