After Xiao Ling dodged the black "ghost shadow" sideways, several green and white shadows immediately appeared behind him, rushing straight towards him, forcing him to immediately take a few steps back to the side, and bumped into Han Yuan. body.
Han Yuan's face darkened, and he stretched out one hand to wrap Xiao Ling in his arms. He waved his other hand gently, and the black energy rolled up the red will-o'-the-wisp and attacked the phantoms.
However, what they didn't expect was that these phantoms were not dispersed, but the space was distorted for a moment, and then condensed again, even more solid than before.
"what happened?"
Xiao Ling was a little surprised. These "ghosts" couldn't even do anything to Han Yuan? Could it be that it's not a ghost?
Thinking like this, Xiao Ling held down Han Yuan's hand that wanted to test the attack again, and stared motionlessly at the "ghosts" rushing towards them: "Brother Han, don't move yet, see what 'they' think do what."
"Yes." Han Yuan responded, feeling that the other party did not have ghostly aura, so he turned sideways and blocked Xiao Ling with a sharp look.
Several green and white "ghost figures" rushed towards them in a daze, their bodies gradually solidifying as they ran. Judging from their clothes, they should be the villagers here?
Is it true that the whole village has become "ghosts" as the aunt said? but......
Finally, the "ghost figures" of the villagers ran in front of them. Xiao Ling subconsciously held his breath, holding a talisman in his palm, ready to take action at any time.
However, the villagers who gradually solidified into normal "human" appearances actually "bumped" into them. Han Yuan protected Xiao Ling behind him, but the villagers passed directly through their bodies and crossed the place, chasing the black "ghost" from before.
"Huh? Are they all ghosts?"
Xiao Ling stepped away from Han Yuan's arms and turned to look at the villagers passing them.
Just when those "people" bumped into them, the talisman in his hand had already been unfolded, but it passed directly through them. Those "people" were like air, and they didn't feel anything when they passed by.
At the same time, many "ghost shadows" appeared in the village, gradually solidifying into the appearance of "normal people". At the moment when the ghost shadows completely solidified, Xiao Ling remembered the familiar prompt sound in his mind:
[Ding—The plot point [Pure Yin Moon] is being unlocked...]
It's a plot point again. Is this an illusion again?
Xiao Ling thought it was an illusion, but Han Yuan, who had been looking at it secretly, suddenly understood something: "So that's it."
"What?" Xiao Ling looked up at Han Yuan again. Did he know again?
"Aling is right, they are indeed just shadows." Han Yuan said as he transformed into a red and white umbrella to protect Xiao Ling from the rain.
"If there is a place where many people die in a very short period of time, these people may be extremely frightened and unwilling, or may not react at all. Such a dense gathering of resentment and obsession may cause a 'field' to be formed here. '."
"Field? What's the difference between 'field' and 'boundary'?"
"Although they are both formed by resentment and share the same territory, there is still a big difference between the two. The 'field' usually only restores a period of what happened in the past. There is no harm. The souls of the people in this village have disappeared. , then there’s nothing more to it.”
"Another difference from the 'World' is that the scenes in the 'Field' can also be seen by ordinary people, but they will only appear at special times.
This place is a wilderness, sparsely populated, and close to mountains and forests, so the yin energy is relatively heavy, and it is even worse when it rains, so the scenery in the field will be visible to ordinary people. "
Hearing what he said, Xiao Ling also understood: "That's why the aunt said that every time it rains, there will be ghosts wandering here. In fact, it's just a scene in the field."
It is very similar to the saying that there is a very special magnetic field here that records an image of the past.
What’s up with this feeling that fantasy and science coexist in the world of ghosts and ghosts...
"That's right~ Aling is really——" After showing off his knowledge, the Ghost King wanted to praise his wife again, but something happened in the "field".
"If you steal my things, I'll beat you to death!"
"That's it, kill this disaster star!"
"I've long disliked him, you brat, you damn bastard..."
Several strong villagers finally caught up with the figure in black.
Xiao Ling followed the sound and looked over, only to realize that the black ghost he originally thought was a thin young man with tattered clothes. He didn't know if he was a beggar. He was being surrounded by several men and being beaten and kicked on the ground.
"Let's go over and have a look."
Xiao Ling stepped forward quickly, and Han Yuan followed closely behind. The umbrella was held firmly, so that he didn't get any cold rain.
The thin boy huddled on the ground, letting the fists and kicks fall, leaving more dirt and wounds on his already worn and dirty black clothes.
Those men scolded them extremely unpleasantly, such as bastards, disaster stars, and cheap trash. Hearing this, Xiao Ling frowned frequently, feeling unbearable and angry. However, the young man still had no reaction, did not resist, and did not talk back. When he was hit hard, he let out a tiny groan.
What mistake did this young man make to deserve to be treated like this?
But after all, this is just an image of what happened in the past, and as outsiders, they cannot intervene.
Xiao Ling stood aside helplessly, watching the young man being beaten and scolded.
"Pooh!"
Suddenly, the leading villager seemed to be tired of beating him, and finally stopped. Seeing this, the other villagers also stopped. In the end, they did not forget to spit a mouthful of foul-smelling saliva on the young man's muddy black hair. .
"Okay, give me the stuff!"
The leading man suddenly bent down, forced the young man to half stand up, and reached out to grab a wooden box hidden in his arms: "If you dare to steal anything, give it to me!"
However, the boy who had been unresponsive like a puppet was now clinging to the wooden box like crazy and refusing to let go.
He suddenly raised his head. His thin cheeks were covered with mud, and his appearance could hardly be seen clearly. However, his black pupils were exceptionally sharp and bright, like a sharp knife or sharp fangs of a beast, straight. Plunge at the man who snatched the wooden box from him.
The young man's voice was hoarse and low, but the words he spoke were as sharp and firm as his eyes: "Mine."
"What's yours? Whatever you took from my house is mine! If you dare to talk back to me for stealing, I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"
As if he was startled by the young man's eyes, the man was furious and immediately kicked him again. However, the young man still protected the wooden box tightly and took the kick alive, and was kicked directly into the wall. He went up and fell to the ground with a groan.
Xiao Ling clenched her fists, but she discovered something. She stared at the young man's face carefully and looked again and again: "This young man's appearance...could it be that he was exiled from his childhood?"
Han Yuan, who was originally dissatisfied with how seriously Xiao Ling stared at the young man's face, was stunned for a moment. He turned his eyes and took a closer look. Although he was thin and full of dirt, his bones and eyes were indeed... That's right.
At the same time, just as the man was about to kick the boy again, a girl's coquettish voice suddenly came from not far away: "Stop!"
