The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

The white cloth continues to extend and expand in all directions, like a canopy covering the sky. In the center of the white cloth is a rubbing of a human face, with very rich expressions.

This cloth is Huang Jingxing's true form. He has abandoned his human body and is a completely alien ghost controller. The corpse wrapped in the white cloth is just a clothes hanger for him to walk on.

I don't know what he did, but the faint sound of heart beating in the air was transferred to the white cloth after a while.

The white cloth trembled slightly like a heartbeat, gradually shrunk to its original size, then fell back to the corpse, wrapping it again like a mummy.

Hu Jiu's sharp eyes discovered that the white cloth, or should be called the shroud, not only carried Huang Jingxing's consciousness, but was also filled with various curses. The weird heartbeat sound just now has now become a member of it. , which is equivalent to controlling one more ghost.

The headquarters is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

But it’s normal to think about it. Who doesn’t have two brushes?

The other ghost masters on the ship may also have their own strategies.

Huang Jingxing, who returned to his human form, looked weak: "I just forcibly controlled that fierce ghost. Now I'm in a very bad state. I may not be able to do anything in the future. I want to go back and rest immediately."

The reasons he gave were very good, although everyone was a little doubtful whether his condition was really bad.

In addition to Huang Jingxing, there were six other ghost masters affected by the ghost's heartbeat just now, including Yuan Hongfei and Zhang Yuwei, and they all said that they had temporarily lost their fighting ability.

Looking at the overwhelming urns in the distance, even Zhang Yuwei, who was more active and aggressive, retreated silently. What else could Fu Youhua say?

"Support is coming soon, everyone hold on for now." He ordered the remaining ghost masters who were not injured.

The remaining people looked at each other, how could they survive this situation?

If I had known, I would have collapsed clutching my chest just now.

Why?

Could some of those who fell just now be pretending?

The originally united morale was shattered, and the few ghost masters who were still in good condition mostly focused on self-preservation. Fortunately, in the following period, no particularly difficult ghosts appeared.

"Thank you so much just now." Bai Yang thanked Jin Kuidong.

"You're welcome." Jin Kuidong picked up the Buddha Bell and planned to drive back to the Ghost Zone and return to the Shichuan, but he was stopped by someone.

"Is there anything else?" Jin Kuidong asked.

"The function of this Buddhist bell is very strong. Can we find a way to make it play a greater role?" The person who said this sentence was called Shi Hu, and his intention was obvious.

Jin Kuidong was stunned for a moment and explained the side effects of the Buddha Bell.

Dendrobium frowned: "Can some ordinary people be allowed to serve as cannon fodder and strike the Buddha bell?"

Jin Kuidong shook his head heavily: "It's possible, but I don't recommend it. People who are forced to ring the bell will inevitably feel resentful. If they deliberately ring the bell slowly for a few seconds, it may cause disaster. consequences."

This kind of thing has not been done before on the Sechuan. Jin Kuidong has already seen with his own eyes the price of forcing others to die. People with relatives may be manipulated by others, but people who have no worries...

hehe.

Jin Kuidong didn't say any more nonsense, and quickly disappeared with the clock on his shoulders.

The remaining five ghost masters on the deck, actually four ghost masters, fished for fish.

"Fortunately, the fire on the candle is not extinguished so easily, otherwise we would have been out cold by now."

"In fact, although this operation is very risky, the rewards are also great!"

"If there was a ghost in every urn, no matter whether it was used for trading or research, it would make a fortune."

Hu Jiu listened to their chat and picked up an urn. The trembling green candlelight became stable under his gaze, and there was a scratching sound inside the urn.

It was difficult to open the urn when the candle was still on. Hu Jiu stretched out his finger and drew a circle on the urn. With a light press, a hole appeared.

Nothing happened.

The urn still made scratching sounds, but no evil spirit came out.

Hu Jiu put his hand in along the hole, but it was empty inside.

Really strange.

Hu Jiu thought for two seconds, then blew gently, and the flame on the candle was extinguished.

Almost at the same time as the candlelight went out, the urn instantly rioted, and the terrifying supernatural aura spread. With the crackling sound of the box breaking, a resurrected ghost was about to break out of the cage!

Under Hu Jiu's gaze, the extinguished candle was relit, but unfortunately it failed to stop Li Gui's restlessness.

With quick eyes and hands, he stuffed the urn into the golden container. Others on the ship seemed to hear the sound here and asked: "What happened?"

"A ghost almost escaped, but luckily I imprisoned it." Hu Jiu responded nonchalantly.

Then he walked in the other direction, walked to the blind corner of the surveillance area, randomly selected the urn, and repeated the previous actions.

Ten random samples all got the same result.

"It's not good!" Bai Yang suddenly exclaimed.

The urn with special patterns carved on the surface appeared again, and when it floated over, the candles on it had been extinguished, and the lid was slightly opened.

"The ghost inside seems to have escaped. Don't let your guard down!" Shi Huo said nervously.

If a ghost jumped out of the urn, the ghost controller would not have too much psychological burden, but now the situation is unclear, and the unknown is the real source of fear.

Several people were on high alert.

——Only three people were really nervous and alert.

Three minutes later.

"It seems that there was no attack." Bai Yang checked the special urn with gritted teeth. The box was empty.

The air was flowing weakly, and the temperature around seemed to drop slightly.

"What's going on? Is there nothing in it?" Shihu looked very anxious. What if another invisible evil ghost ran out... The consequences were simply unimaginable.

"I didn't see anything either." Another ghost rider said cautiously.

At this moment, Fu Youhua's anxious voice suddenly came from the headset used for communication: "There is something behind you!"

"Jiang Ju, be careful! It's behind you!"

The ghost rider called Jiang Ju's hair stood up in an instant, and he turned around in a hurry. A mouth grew in his palm and he quickly slapped the back.

He only felt that something seemed to flash in front of him, and then disappeared immediately.

Jiang Yu was sweating profusely, and forced himself to stay calm, his mouth showing his sharp white teeth, "Minister, where is it? Can you see it? I don't see anything!"

There are many cameras on the ship, which can transmit all the recorded images back to the monitoring room. At this time, Fu Youhua stared at the screen: "It disappeared, and there is no trace of it for the time being."