The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

After repelling the arm that came out from behind the door, Hu Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.

But the rope for hanging was slightly damaged, which was shocking.

Hu Jiu became more cautious.

Walking along the corridor, as the number on the black giant door increased, he felt a repressive force.

The activity of the supernatural in the body decreased.

Hu Jiu could feel the obvious supernatural repression. If ordinary ghost riders came here, I am afraid that the recovery process would be directly interrupted.

If the danger and abnormality of this place are ignored, ghost riders on the verge of recovery can be sent here for recuperation.

Hu Jiu was like an invisible ghost, wandering lightly in the corridor.

For a long time, the corridor was very quiet. No one came out from behind the door, and no strange sound was heard.

When he walked to the door numbered more than 400, the supernatural repression continued to increase.

Going further in, the repressive force might become stronger.

Hu Jiu thought about it and decided that it was not appropriate to go deeper here.

Da Da Da——

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance.

Someone is coming again!

Hu Jiu had no time to think, so he minimized his presence and merged with the wall.

As the footsteps approached, he saw an anthropomorphic figure walking in the corridor.

In the dim light, the figure was like a chaotic feast, as if the body parts from different bodies were cleverly and cruelly spliced ​​together, forming an amazing and terrifying spectacle.

The texture of the skin was looming in the light and shadow, revealing a weird feeling that did not belong to this world.

The most disturbing thing was his face, with misplaced facial features and suture marks at the corners of his mouth, as if he could only make a painful smile.

The stitched monster did not notice Hu Jiu's secret peeping, he stood directly in front of a huge black door and reached out to knock on the door gently.

Dong Dong Dong——

His knocking sound was very regular, knocking once every second, stopping for one second after every five knocks, and accompanied by a strong spiritual aura surging.

He was very patient, knocking for a long time before the door slowly opened.

A... child came out from behind the door?

It was a little girl, wearing a shabby dress with mottled colors, as if she had suffered the ravages of time.

Her face was pale, as if she had applied a thick layer of foundation, but her lips were bright red like blood, and the whole thing looked like some kind of ancient doll.

Her eyes did not have the innocence that a child should have, but instead revealed a cruel indifference. When she spoke, her voice was as hoarse as an old woman: "What do you want?"

"I just heard a strange sound in the corridor, and it seemed that something was peeping behind a certain door. Fortunately, I interrupted it in time."

"Oh, so?"

"The situation seems a bit unusual. I would like to ask you to investigate." The stitched monster said.

The little girl pouted and turned back behind the door.

From Hu Jiu's perspective, he could not see what she did behind the door.

About half a minute later, the little girl came out again, holding a doll in her hand.

The doll was like a smaller Q version of her, with a pair of obsidian-like pure black eyes rolling around, completely not cute at all, only making people feel scared.

"Sister, come and have a look." The little girl whispered in the doll's ear, as if whispering.

The doll's eyes were darting around, and its nose was twitching slightly.

"Did you find anything?" The stitched monster asked anxiously.

The doll suddenly turned its head and leaned close to the little girl's ear, opening and closing its mouth. Although it didn't make any sound, the little girl frowned:

"Sister said there was a smell left by a stranger!"

Hearing this, the stitched monster looked serious and looked around cautiously. When he walked, the muscles and skin on his body were constantly squirming and deforming, as if they would change shape at any time.

Those stitched parts were twisted and deformed, making creepy sounds, and that unique rhythm was simply a blasphemy to the hearing.

The little girl also held the doll and looked around, but for a long time, she found nothing.

"No traces were left. He is a very cautious guy."

"Ordinary evil ghosts have no wisdom and will not deliberately eliminate traces, unless it is a ghost that has no sense of existence. Otherwise, if a wise thing runs out, it will be bad!"

"You discovered this. Go and inform your superiors yourself. Don't bring me when reporting. I just helped you casually." The little girl said to the stitched monster.

The stitched monster was stunned and said in a dull voice: "I know."

The conversation between the two fell into Hu Jiu's ears.

"They want to contact their superiors. I wonder how strong this so-called 'superior' is?" Hu Jiu thought.

If a super-powerful contestant comes, it is very likely that Hu Jiu's trace will be discovered.

The powerful ghost riders have various abilities and are very sensitive to other people's sight.

Hu Jiu's hidden state is just the use of the supernatural, not unsolvable.

His brain turned rapidly, constantly thinking about the probability of being at risk.

"We must leave this corridor immediately, or at least stay away."

If a powerful master comes and blocks Hu Jiu here, Hu Jiu is not familiar with the environment and does not have the advantage of home court. If he fails in the gutter, it will be a big deal.

Although Hu Jiu is powerful, he is still a little worried about the first kill.

After all, the supernatural is inherently very uncertain, and the abilities of evil spirits are even more bizarre.

Hu Jiu quietly moved away. Perhaps he was too cautious. He waited to see the "superior" first.

The little girl holding the doll was still running around. Unfortunately, Hu Jiu did not reveal any clues, so she could not find anything.

After a while, the little girl had to put away the doll and returned to her own door.

The door cracked a crack, and the little girl stood behind the door waiting.

The corridor was very quiet. After a while, the stitched monster came back and said to the little girl behind the door: "Tianxuan will be here soon."

The little girl nodded expressionlessly and closed the door directly.

The stitched monster stood by the wall, in a daze like a statue. The corridor became more and more silent, without any sound.

Hu Jiu, who was far away, heard the name "Tianxuan" and was thinking about a lot of messy things.

It seems that he is related to the mysterious organization Beidou again. It's really a fate~

Time passed bit by bit, and the corridor was still as quiet as ever.

After waiting for a long time, a strange breath appeared in Hu Jiu's perception.

Hu Jiu immediately focused his attention and was ready to go.

A strange sound of footsteps came from the end of the corridor, very heavy, as if a huge drum was beating.

The stitched monster of the Cos sculpture immediately moved, his back unconsciously straightened, his head slightly lowered, and his face was full of respect: "Hello, Teacher Tianxuan!"

"Yes." Tianxuan responded.