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In the confined and silent secret room, the thick darkness seemed capable of swallowing everything.

Only two figures emitting a faint light stood facing each other.

Although the light was weak, it illuminated their blurred outlines, creating a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.

“I believe that ghosts exist in this world.”

Fang Cheng's tone was full of certainty as he answered.

Seeing the Smiling Devil looking somewhat surprised, he spread out his hands, which were blooming with fiery light, and said:

“Aren't the two of us like ghosts right now? Being in the world of consciousness, detached from reality, what's the difference between this state and the legendary ghosts?”

The Smiling Devil heard this and gently shook his head:

“It's not the same.”

He paused, seeming to consider how to phrase it, and after a moment, he explained:

“We are only in this special mental space with our consciousness, our bodies still exist in the real world, equivalent to having a lucid dream, and we will still be the same after waking up.”

“But ghosts, according to the generally accepted concept, are completely detached from the physical body, a supernatural spiritual entity.”

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, indicating his agreement.

In fact, what he really wanted to say was his identity as a transmigrator, but of course, this secret was not suitable for sharing with others.

After thinking about it, he continued in a calm and tranquil tone:

“I haven't seen ghosts with my own eyes, but I believe that after people die, their souls should continue, waiting to enter reincarnation and be reborn into the world.”

“I don't know whether ordinary people have a continuation of the soul after death, as for the theory of reincarnation, I'm afraid no one can prove it.”

The Smiling Devil commented on Fang Cheng's words, then changed the subject:

“But I know that when a person's mental energy is strong enough to reach a certain limit, their consciousness will not dissipate after death, but will seek something to rely on, like a dying candle in the wind, stubbornly burning its last glimmer.”

He looked up with deep eyes, as if staring into the endless void, seeing many distorted shadows hidden in the darkness.

“There's a legend on Xishan, that in ancient times, a venerable monk of Gufeng Temple passed away, and after that, every full moon night, the dry well in the temple would emit chanting sounds. The villagers said it was because the high monk's obsession was too deep, and his soul was attached to the accumulated water at the bottom of the well, unwilling to leave the mortal world.”

“In fact, perhaps there is another possibility, that the well is not attached to the dead soul of the high monk, but is suppressing some fierce ghosts who have been trapped for a long time, full of resentment.”

“They slaughtered living beings in their lives, stained with blood, and after death, they also turned into evil spirits that are difficult to eliminate, remaining in the gap between yin and yang. Therefore, every full moon night, the monks collectively chant scriptures, hoping to resolve the baleful aura on them and save their souls…”

The Smiling Devil said, while drifting around the room.

The dim, ghost-like fluorescence followed his figure, drawing illusory trajectories.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked:

“What does this legend have to do with Jiang Chen?”

The Smiling Devil was silent for a moment, then slowly said in a storytelling tone:

“Do you know that as early as two thousand years ago, during the ancient Yu Dynasty, Gufeng Temple, like its name, was like a pearl hidden from the world, located on the top of a towering mountain shrouded in clouds.”

“At that time, a massive movement to eliminate Buddhism and abolish sacrifices suddenly arose in the imperial court, and Gufeng Temple, which was famous and had many believers, became a thorn in the court's eye.”

“Therefore, a certain military general was ordered to lead an elite army to the remote mountain temple to carry out a conquest.”

“With the army pressing down, the temple doors were tightly closed, and although the monks were unarmed, they were fearless and still devoutly chanted scriptures in front of the Buddhist hall, seemingly trying to use this Sanskrit sound to resist the coming storm of blood.”

“But this could not stop the general's determination to make meritorious achievements. As the soldiers under his command poured into the temple like a tide, shouts of killing and screams intertwined for a time.”

“The soldiers brandished their sharp blades, cutting down anyone they saw, and the monks' robes were instantly stained red with blood. One Buddha statue after another also crashed to the ground in the chaos, shattering into pieces.”

“At first, the general may have had a trace of pity in his heart, but as the slaughter began, the blood kept splattering on his armor amidst the flashing blades, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, which quietly changed his mind.”

“Every swing of the sword, every scream, seemed to numb his conscience, and a strange frenzy and baleful aura grew in his heart.”

“The moment he stepped into the back hall of the temple, the incense aura permeated in the hall collided with the bloody aura outside, which was extremely strange. In the dark, there seemed to be a mysterious force whispering, summoning him.”

“After days and nights, a great light burst forth from the seal, as if a door connecting to the underworld had been opened, and a stream of extremely cold black mist surged out. The mist seemed to be parasitized by evil ghosts who had escaped from Avici Hell, instantly entangling the general and the surrounding soldiers, eroding their bodies and minds.”

“The eyes of the strongest general became as if ghost fires were burning, and the blood vessels bulged under the skin like earthworms. His body twisted and convulsed uncontrollably, and in the blink of an eye, he took the lead in turning into a terrifying monster.”

“The general, who had turned into a monster, completely lost his mind, roaring and pouncing on the soldiers beside him, his sharp teeth and claws instantly tearing open flesh and blood, and blood splattered.”

“And the other soldiers who were swallowed by the black mist also mutated one after another, becoming man-eating ghouls. The remaining soldiers who had not mutated were terrified. They had never seen such a terrifying scene, and the army was in chaos. They fled in all directions, but how could they escape the mad pursuit of those monsters.”

“Then, like karmic retribution, these soldiers who had just raised their butcher knives to the monks also suffered a catastrophe, and the entire Gufeng Temple was completely reduced to a ghost realm…”

Listening to him tell a thrilling secret that happened in history, Fang Cheng frowned slightly, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and then asked:

“What happened later? How did the imperial court deal with these ghouls mutated from soldiers?”

“Later, the imperial court received a report and knew that ordinary soldiers could not deal with these monsters, so they gathered the power of dozens of aristocratic families at that time to kill these ghouls one by one, and excavated the underground palace and ancient tombs, sealing all the evil things in them, and then ordered this place to be heavily blocked, strictly prohibiting anyone from approaching.”

The Smiling Devil said unhurriedly, his voice with a bit of hoarseness, as if telling a distant dream.

“As time passed, hundreds of years passed, dynasties changed, new rulers came to power, and folk beliefs in Buddhism and Taoism quietly rose again. Some pious men and women raised funds to rebuild Gufeng Temple not far from the old site.”

After the new temple was completed, it seemed that the bloody and eerie past only became a chilling legend passed down among the local people, and even with the passage of time, the legend gradually changed and was completely forgotten.

After listening to this story, Fang Cheng vaguely guessed something and couldn't help but ask:

"How could you know these things so clearly?"

"If I told you that I dream about these scenes every night, would you still be willing to believe me? Or would you think this story is just my delusion in a state of mental disorder?"

Smiling Devil stopped, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Fang Cheng.

"I believe what you said."

Fang Cheng replied calmly.

Smiling Devil smiled upon hearing this, and then said:

"Historically, Gufeng Temple has experienced wars, fires, and other reasons, and has been slightly damaged, relocated, and rebuilt, gradually moving from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, far away from the old site."

"The place where the archaeological team excavated the headless Buddha statue more than two months ago was the location of the underground palace. They accidentally destroyed the seal, thus releasing the evil things inside…"

Fang Cheng nodded knowingly and said in a deep voice:

"So, the source of that black rain came from the ancient tomb in the underground palace of Xishan. Jiang Chen was the military general who led the army to wipe out Gufeng Temple. By chance, two thousand years later, he escaped from the seal as a monster."

A cold light seemed to flash in Smiling Devil's eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a slightly mocking arc:

"Heh, after two thousand years, even the king of ghouls would have his flesh decayed into ashes. Now he is just a lonely ghost eking out a living with his obsession…"

Fang Cheng stared at Smiling Devil, pondering in his heart, but said calmly on the surface:

"Even if it's just a lonely ghost, being able to retain consciousness for two thousand years is not to be underestimated…"

Smiling Devil's face seemed to show a fleeting hint of fear.

Fang Cheng saw this inconsistent behavior of contempt and fear, but didn't point it out.

Since the other party doesn't take the initiative to say some things, there is no need to ask more questions.

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However, at least a few points can be confirmed now.

First, this guy must have been wandering around at or near the scene when the explosion occurred in Xishan.

Second, after Jiang Chen escaped, he had contacted him in some way, and the communication between the two was definitely not pleasant.

Third, as Xu Fei and Chen Lei said, Jiang Chen really has extraordinary means. Even if his body was bombed into slag by a missile, his soul still did not disappear.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and the chat room fell into silence again.

Smiling Devil suddenly seemed to think of something, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Fang Cheng:

"I heard that the building you live in has been sealed off by the police for several days. Could it be that you have been regarded as an accomplice of Jiang Chen and the Special Search Team has come to your door?"

Fang Cheng didn't answer and wasn't surprised.

This guy sends postcards for no reason and usually pays attention to his situation.

He must have known about such a change in the tenement building.

Seeing Fang Cheng's silent and "unlucky" appearance, the corners of Smiling Devil's mouth raised unconsciously, and he said with great interest:

"How is it? Is it exciting to be targeted by those hounds? Did you come to me tonight specifically because you need my help?"

Fang Cheng didn't want to pay attention to his sarcasm at first, but when he heard this, his heart moved, and he nodded sincerely:

"In addition to Jiang Chen's matter, I really want to know what methods the Special Search Team uses to distinguish us from ordinary people and find the traces of monsters in the vast sea of people."

Smiling Devil's eyes flashed with an imperceptible hint of triumph.

He didn't intend to play dumb, firstly because he knew Fang Cheng's temperament, and secondly, it wouldn't hurt him to explain this matter thoroughly.

So he raised his chin slightly, the evil charm emanating from his body became more intense, and he answered readily in a slightly hoarse voice:

"The Special Search Team's methods of distinguishing humans from non-humans are not too complicated, there are only three…"

"The first method is to observe the target's pupils."

"The pupils of normal humans, under stable light conditions, are basically constant in size and have a warm and uniform color."

"But for superhuman beings like us, once we use our abilities, our pupils will be like the awakened eyes of beasts, instantly changing, extremely expanding or contracting, and the color will also become strange, but…"

He paused, his eyes swept towards Fang Cheng, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

"This method has limitations. As long as the target is prepared, deliberately keeps his emotions calm, and hides his own aura, it is difficult for the other party to notice anything unusual."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

He usually has some experience with this, and wearing glasses adds another layer of insurance.

"The second method is that the Special Search Team specially raises some 'search dogs' to search for targets hiding in the crowd."

Then, he tilted his head slightly and continued in a somewhat disdainful tone:

"These are not hunting dogs in the literal sense. In fact, they are the five types of predators I told you about. After being captured alive by the Special Search Team, they are controlled and tamed by special means and used as hunting dogs."

"They are extremely sensitive to the unique aura emanating from their own kind. As long as they get close, even if they restrain all their abilities and disguise themselves as ordinary people, those search dogs can still rely on their extraordinary sense of smell to generate restlessness and actively track the target from a distance, so that the members of the Special Search Team can notice."

"As for the third method, it belongs to the medical field, which is to conduct physical examinations and comprehensive screening. The main method is to draw blood samples to test whether the RC cell count in the blood is within the normal range…"

"RC cells?"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but ask.

He immediately remembered the conversation between the doctors he overheard outside the window that night.

"Yes."

Smiling Devil nodded and said in a deep voice: "Detecting the RC cell count in the human body can be said to be the most accurate way to identify the degree of mutation of a person."

"The value for ordinary humans is generally below 500, the members of the Special Search Team who inject enhancement potions are between 500 and 1000, those aristocratic families can maintain around 1000, and predators like us are basically above 1000, and some even exceed 2000."

"The higher the RC cell count, the stronger the physical fitness, the stronger the recovery and regeneration ability, the higher the level as a predator, and the greater the chance of mental breakdown."

"It can be said that as long as the RC cell value in your body exceeds the limit, then you will definitely turn from a human into a non-human, and eventually become a complete monster."