The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

"Just call him a follower!" Jiang Jian said.

Compared with the weird heartbeat and indigo robes from before, this kid with the temporary codename "Follower" is undoubtedly not that harmful.

But it cannot be said that this ghost is weak. It is just not that lethal to people, but its functionality is very practical. After people control it, they can make full use of its abilities.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of this follower again.

Jiang Yan sneered and grabbed it forward.

There was a cold touch coming from my fingertips, but unfortunately I still couldn't catch it.

The speed of the follower is so fast that even if the body of the ghost controller reacts very quickly, he still can't catch up.

Jiang Jian is not discouraged. Anyway, this kid has not threatened his life for the time being, so it is not a big problem.

"It would be nice if all the ghosts in the urn were like followers." Dendrobium muttered softly.

"How is this possible?" Bai Yang smiled and shook his head, "Most urns do not have patterns on them. The ghosts inside the special urns with patterns should also be of a special type. The larger the urn, the brighter the green candlelight on it. It should mean the more dangerous it is.”

Time passes little by little.

The number of ghosts running out of the urns is gradually increasing, and the difficulty of defense and containment is rising sharply.

The first person who couldn't hold on was Jiang Qian. Followers always distracted his attention, causing him to become tense and under greater psychological pressure than others. He had already drank a longevity potion.

Baiyang and Dendrobium are also mentally exhausted, and currently the best ones are Hu Jiu and...Zhao Tingting.

Zhao Tingtiao has a strong sense of violence when she strikes. She is quiet and talks little, so she hardly communicates with other people. She just follows what most people are doing.

"It's not an option to continue like this." Shi Hu looked solemn, "The seven 'injured' ghost masters who retreated still refused to come out to help. That bitch Fu Youhua only said nice things. It's been so long. The support he said has never arrived, we can't continue to be exhausted, otherwise our physical condition will be irreversibly damaged!"

"Then what do you think we should do?" Bai Yang's tone revealed a hint of sinisterness. Although he had always performed very well and obeyed the headquarters' command completely, he was not a good person.

"..." Shi Hu couldn't think of any solution for a moment, so he turned his attention to the other people present.

Hu Jiu shook his head inwardly. The bottom line of these ghost masters was still too high. How could they be so conscientious?

It's actually quite simple to get those angina-stricken ghost masters to take action and to get support from the headquarters to arrive quickly. They deliberately put ghosts into the cabin to kill people. When more than half or more of the people die, Fu Youhua will never act like that. Now that he is so calm and calm, he will definitely call for support, and the ghost controller who is suffering from angina will definitely be able to get up.

Perhaps Dendrobium and Baiyang could also think of this move, but due to the identities of those on board the Zhanying, they were inevitably a bit wary and did not dare to be as ruthless as they would treat ordinary people.

But Hu Jiu was different. He not only dared to think, but also dared to do it. No matter who he killed, he would only be proud of his viciousness.

Bai Yang, Dendrobium and Jiang Jian were plotting, Zhao Tingting was in a daze, and Fu Youhua urged them to continue working. The crisis came unexpectedly, and unnatural deaths began to spread on the Zhanying.

There was a moment of turmoil and chaos.

Fu Youhua received the news almost immediately, and his heart trembled, followed immediately by accountability: "You guys are really too careless, how could you let the evil ghost invade the crew dormitory!"

"There are only five of us here, and there are so many urns covering the sky, how could we possibly guard against them!" Shi Huo retorted directly.

"Hu Jiu, where is your lucky ability?" Fu Youhua continued to complain. He always felt that Hu Jiu did not try his best or even put in much effort. The headquarters did not have support. He thought that Hu Jiu would take action in time to turn the tide. Many ghost masters like to pretend like this~

"You're lucky enough, don't be too demanding." Hu Jiu's voice revealed an inhumane coldness, "Didn't you notice? There are so many urns in the distance, but only a small part actually floated over, otherwise Do you think Zhan Yinghao can survive until now? What's so pretentious about it?"

"You..." Fu Youhua was speechless. He was not sure whether the small number of urns floating over had anything to do with Hu Jiu.

The wounded on the ship started to move, and the scene was once very chaotic.

The good news is that support from headquarters has finally arrived.

The bad news is, there's a bad thing floating on the sea.

…

Several streaks of white light flashed across the sky, and the supporting ghost controller arrived in the ghost domain.

Massive casualties occurred on the Zhanying, and support would indeed appear soon.

Many of the people who came this time were quasi-law enforcers, very strong, and they quickly dealt with the evil ghosts who invaded the Zhan Yinghao.

They all knew the current specific situation. Before Fu Youhua had time to hold a meeting, something terrible happened.

Hu Jiu removed the whirlpools that swallowed the urns on the sea.

The large number of urns that swarmed in caught everyone off guard.

"Why did the situation suddenly deteriorate?" Someone looked surprised.

"Don't worry, let me handle it." A middle-aged man stood up, his expression extremely calm, as if the scene in front of him was just a trivial trouble.

The next moment, countless strange-shaped insects emerged from his body, including worms, reptiles, and flying insects, large and small.

Endless insects pounced on the sea surface, and the insects surrounded the urn like a black fog, and the urn disappeared in the insect swarm!

These insects are really suitable for group attacks. Some eyes of admiration, envy, or fear and defense were cast on the middle-aged man who controlled the insects.

"Who is this person?" Jiang Su asked quietly.

"Li Yunheng, the top ghost rider with the code name [迿]." Shi Hu replied.

Bai Yang, who was standing near the two, sneered for some reason: "His previous code name was [ Corpse Worm ], and he changed to a more high-sounding code name after he became famous. In fact, I think [ Corpse Worm ] ] is more vivid and easy to understand, and it is more in line with his personal characteristics. Why must he use an uncommon word as a code name to show off?"

Jiang Su and Shi Hu looked at each other in surprise. What was the inexplicable resentment and weirdness in Bai Yang's words? Could it be that he had a grudge against Li Yunheng!

Thinking of this, Jiang Ju and Shi Hu immediately moved away without making a sound. It was obvious that Li Yunheng was the stronger party now, and the number of urns was suppressed.

But at this moment, Bai Yang suddenly widened his eyes, his body trembled slightly, and cold sweat ran down his forehead, "Something is wrong..."