The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Trapped in Shoucun, Hu Jiu didn't care at first. He had plenty of strength and means, and he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to harvest wool.

The headquarters spent a lot of money on a supernatural object, and he just wanted to say: This object is destined for me!

However, as Yue Renchun gradually showed his impressive strength, Hu Jiu inevitably felt a sense of urgency. He could see that Yue Renchun was calm at the beginning, but now he would rather expose his trump card than join forces with Hu Jiu to survive, fearing that he sensed a huge crisis.

On the surface, Hu Jiu only controlled one ghost, so he reasonably suspected that Yue Renchun might have the ability to tell fortunes or seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

Random thoughts flashed through his mind. Hu Jiu reached out and pinched a peanut, slurping it at the puppy at the door of the guest house.

The puppy was wagging its tail and running over, but Hu Jiu put the peanuts back and refused to let it eat.

"Are there any normal dogs in this kind of ghost village?"

Yue Renchun didn't answer, only said: "I have to go to the birthday banquet tonight."

Hu Jiu nodded. He never gets up early when there is no profit, and he is willing to wade into troubled waters when there is profit. Of course, if Yue Renchun wanted to use him to seize chestnuts from the fire, he would not mind killing people in advance to seize the treasure.

Taking advantage of the day to recharge their batteries, Zou Cong and Cui Xueyan were nowhere to be seen. They probably went to the birthday banquet last night.

When night fell, almost all the houses were unlit, and even the moonlight was obscured by clouds. Yue Renchun and Hu Jiu walked along the dark and silent streets towards the largest house in the center of the village.

There was a sizzling sound in the alley, which seemed to be a rat, and Hu Jiu suddenly stopped.

Yue Renchun stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Listen." Hu Jiu put his hand to his ear.

Yue Renchun also listened carefully, and sure enough, he heard some kind of weak and strange whisper repeated continuously, as if a dying person was wailing, like resentment, admiration, and weeping.

"Who's talking?" Yue Renchun's hair stood on end, like a cat with exploded fur.

Looking around, there were only two red lights in the deep darkness. They were red lanterns hanging at the door of a dilapidated mansion. They flickered on and off, reflecting scarlet all over the ground.

The sound came from the house, vague and creepy.

The two of them came to the mansion. The mansion was very large, with yellow weeds growing around it. The door was scratched all over, and the word "Peng" on the door plaque was mottled and peeling. At first glance, it looked like an abandoned mansion that no one had taken care of.

"Are you a guest at the birthday banquet?" A hoarse voice, accompanied by a gloomy chill, made Yue Renchun turn around suddenly.

An old man with a stooped figure was close at hand. His old face was covered with wrinkles, but he had skin whiter than snow and lips redder than blood. He looked like someone with paper pricks at a funeral.

It was comparable to a scene in a horror movie, and as expected, Yue Renchun was startled. His body immediately went on guard, and the person in front of him gave him a rather unpleasant feeling.

"Guests attending the birthday banquet, please come with me." The old man's voice was as smooth as ever, without any fluctuation.

Yue Renchun and Hu Jiu looked at each other and followed his footsteps.

"Is he a living person?" Hu Jiu lowered his voice.

Yue Renchun approached Hu Jiu and whispered: "It's similar to the old man in the guest house. Although he is alive, he is in a strange state."

"Since it's almost the same, can you ask again like you did in the morning?" Hu Jiu suggested.

Yue Renchun shook his head: "No. They have a supernatural power that prevents them from leaking secrets. I can't resist. I can only ask for unimportant information, which is not worth the loss."

Hu Jiu pursed her thin lips and said, "Don't worry, I'll help you this time. I have a way to temporarily block that supernatural force!"

"Really?" Yue Renchun looked surprised, "Okay then."

Hu Jiu quickened his pace and distanced himself from Yue Renchun. Then countless white silks appeared out of thin air, some wrapped around the old man's limbs and fixed him in place, while the other part blocked Hu Jiu's figure.

Yue Renchun didn't know what Hu Jiu was doing. He only vaguely saw him taking something from his arms. After a moment, he said: "Okay, let's start!"

Visible accusations climbed onto Yue Renchun's handsome face, but Hu Jiu turned a blind eye to his performance and only urged him to take action quickly.

He put away his false expression and activated the gem necklace again.

The bound old man suddenly raised his head and seemed to have regained his original consciousness. His body unconsciously tried to stay away from the Peng family mansion, but was entangled in Bai Ling and unable to move.

Before Yue Renchun could speak, the old man spoke first: "Help me!"

Yue Renchun ignored his plea for help and went straight to the point: "Why has Shoucun become so strange?"

"Yes...Mr. Peng, no...I have a very good relationship with Mr. Peng. We both respect Mr. Peng, but...but no, we are all bewitched, bewitched by him!" The old man's voice suddenly became a little... Hesitation, trembling mixed with a little fear.

"Are you saying that Mr. Peng used some strange methods to confuse the villagers, but he is actually not a good person?" Yue Renchun asked.

"No...I don't know, but...we all like Mr. Peng, he is a great benefactor of our village! No, please help me, I don't want to stay in the Peng family!" The old man spoke vaguely, and it was difficult to understand what he wanted to express. mean.

Yue Renchun followed the old man's words and asked: "Since Mr. Peng is a great benefactor of the village, he should be very happy to stay in the Peng family."

"No, there is no happiness. The Peng family is very strange, and Mr. Peng is even more strange!" The old man seemed to have recalled bad memories. "Mr. Peng stopped communicating with the villagers a long time ago. He only celebrated his birthdays frequently. At first, he celebrated his birthdays every year. Once or twice, then more and more often.”

When he heard this sentence, Yue Renchun frowned: "How can Mr. Peng live his life if he doesn't communicate with outsiders?"

"Others did it for him. They are like... becoming Mr. Peng's slaves!" Half of the old man's face was illuminated by a red lantern, and the other half was hidden in the darkness. His eyeballs were slowly protruding, and he murmured As if muttering to himself: "There is something very scary in the Peng family mansion. If you stay in the Peng family, you will become like those people, aging overnight and losing yourself..."

Yue Renchun suppressed his inner uneasiness and continued to ask: "Have you seen that thing? Is it some kind of monster?"

"No, it's not a monster, it's a candle. We are all blowing out the candles..." The old man suddenly grinned and showed a ferocious smile.

"What kind of candle? Where was it placed?" Yue Renchun said urgently.

"It's here, it's in Mr. Peng's hand, and it never leaves his body..." The old man's cheeks twitched, forming a strange expression like a stroke, with a trembling tone, "No, no, I'm only thirty years old, I don't want to blow out the candles... …”

Yue Renchun sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated.

The old man's eyes were fixed on him, and there was only darkness in his widened eyes.

Yue Renchun took out the gold pistol and his whole body tensed up.

The old man's dark eyes seemed to encompass the entire universe. Yue Renchun was inexplicably attracted after just one glance, and his movements gradually slowed down.

Veins popped up on his forehead, bloodshot eyes spread, and countless messy images flashed through his mind. They were all his memories, including the preference and misfortune brought about by his excessive appearance, living like a mouse after his family was ruined, and controlling the evil ghost vision. Human life is like grass...

Unknowingly, he raised the gun, but it was not pointed at the old man, but at his own chin.

The index finger on the trigger trembled, a kind of horror and horror, the unspeakable power was distorting his cognition, and death seemed to have become a luxurious enjoyment.

Yue Renchun wants to have such enjoyment.

With your finger hard, you are about to pull the trigger.

At this time, a radioactive pain suddenly came, as if someone had repeatedly pierced the temple with an awl, instantly covering the miserable memories and distorted cognition of the past.

——It hurts so much that I can’t do anything!

Yue Renchun fell to his knees, almost in shock.

Hu Jiu also saw the old man's dark eyes and felt a little dizzy. There seemed to be an unknown force in his mind trying to interfere with him, but it only existed for a moment and then disappeared.

"It's so dangerous..." Yue Renchun got up from the ground tremblingly. Fortunately, he prepared his mind in advance and woke up in time, although the sequelae were a bit severe.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Hu Jiu's indifferent face, clenching his back molars.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out and the old man was shot in the head.

"What happened to you just now?" Hu Jiu asked.

"It's okay, I was affected by the supernatural being left in the old man." Yue Renchun tried his best to keep calm, not daring to show his timidity, "The old man seems to be a special kind of ghost slave, half dead, neither human nor ghost. I'm afraid it's difficult to find the source ghost behind it. "

"That's it~" Hu Jiu sighed with emotion.

Yue Renchun put away his gun, "Now that we have enough clues, I have a guess that Mr. Peng may be a ghost controller! He died a few years ago, and the ghost's resurgence caused Shoucun to look like this!"

"A ghost master who lived to be over a hundred years old?" Hu Jiu chuckled, "If your guess is true, this news is enough to shock the entire supernatural world!"

"Perhaps this is why the headquarters insists on concealing information." Yue Renchun's face was gloomy: "The headquarters will definitely control the secret that can extend the life of ghost controllers, and even monopolize it, so that it can effectively control private ghost controllers. ”

He thought of the previous scene where Cui Xueyan drank the longevity potion, and mocked: "Perhaps a supernatural product like the longevity potion can be mass-produced long ago, but untouchables like us are not worthy of enjoying it."

Hu Jiu glanced at him in surprise, unexpectedly guessing the truth? In his previous life, Hu Jiu had indeed heard some rumors that there was a large reserve of longevity potion. However, the birth of this thing involved some state secrets and had some unexplainable side effects. In fact, the target audience at the beginning was not ghost controllers.

"I almost got injured before I met the Source Ghost. It was a really bad start!" Yue Renchun was quite annoyed. Perhaps it was because he almost had his head exploded just now. His mentality was a bit broken and he could only keep beeping. Vent your fears.

"The seniors I met before told me that no matter how powerful a ghost controller is, he cannot escape death. Even if his strength continues to grow and he survives for a long time, his consciousness will be corroded by powerful ghosts. The stronger he is, the more serious the erosion will be. He becomes less and less human. In the end, he is no longer his original self.”

Hearing Yue Renchun's words, Hu Jiu nodded: "If Mr. Peng was once a ghost master, after a hundred years, it would be difficult to say whether it was humans controlling ghosts or ghosts controlling humans."

Yue Renchun took a deep breath: "What should I do next? My condition is very bad and I need to take a rest before I can continue to act."

"It's too late!"

Hu Jiu turned around. The Peng family mansion had been pushed away silently, and another old man with a pale face and bright red lips came out, with a numb smile on his face:

"We sincerely welcome our distinguished guests. Mr. Peng invites you two to come to the house for a chat."

After a moment, Hu Jiu had already walked over, but Yue Renchun was still hesitant and thought again and again before following Hu Jiu.

The two red lanterns hanging at the door emitted a faint light, giving the old man's pale face a little ruddy color. He walked very lightly, and the light shone on him, only reflecting a faint shadow, as if the light passed through half of the room. The traces projected by the transparent paper.

It's hard to imagine how Mr. Peng built such a large mansion in this remote rural area. As soon as Hu Jiufu stepped in, he felt chills stand on end. On the edge of the screen wall, in the shadow of the wall, in every dark corner, there seemed to be pairs of eyes looking at me!

Even though the surrounding area is empty and quiet, it seems to be bustling with people!

Obviously, Yue Renchun also had this weird feeling. His body tightened unconsciously, and a chill surged up his tailbone.

"There's a problem!" He subconsciously warned.

Hu Jiu's expression remained unchanged and she gave him a "reassured" look.

"Today is Mrs. Peng's birthday banquet. Have the two guests prepared birthday gifts?" The old man's voice was vague and uncertain, as if coming from far away across thousands of mountains and rivers.

Neither Hu Jiu nor Yue Renchun responded.

There were some decorative trees planted in the house, all crooked and twisted, with all their branches and leaves. The bark of one of the crooked-neck trees seemed to have been strangled with ropes, as if someone had hanged themselves here.

The bluestone pavement was a little damp and sticky when stepped on. Hu Jiu asked casually: "How long has it been since no one cleaned here?"

"The old lady is celebrating his birthday, and everyone is very busy." The old man only replied this sentence.

Unfortunately, the reality is completely opposite to his rhetoric. Hu Jiu and Yue Renchun did not see "everyone". In the night, the empty house was only illuminated by a few scattered lanterns, and it didn't look like a place where living people lived.

A high platform was built in the pond in the distance. It had a strange style and was completely dark. It was surrounded by chains and connected to the trees beside the pond. It looked very ominous.

"What is that?" Hu Jiu asked again.

"It's dark and windy at night, so be careful with candles." The old man avoided talking.

When Hu Jiu looked away, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure standing on the platform in the center of the pond. His appearance was unclear, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Walking all the way to the main courtyard, it finally became a little brighter. The room was lit with a few candles. A man and a woman were sitting in the main hall. There was a huge painting hanging on the wall behind them. However, it was not a traditional landscape of flowers and birds, but a tiger eating a man.

In the dense mountain forest, I saw a huge tiger lying on the ground with its paws in its arms. There were several skinny and numb people standing in front of it. They pushed another person towards the tiger's mouth. The scene was indescribably strange.

The word "acting for the tiger" flashed through Hu Jiu's mind instantly.

Looking at the two people sitting on the chairs, there is a middle-aged man on the left and an old woman on the right. They are both dressed in black. They are a little more alive than the old man leading the way, but their whole body is filled with an uncoordinated morbidity. , like an inhuman creature forcibly disguised as a human being, making you panic at just one glance.

"Guests who have come from afar, welcome to my father's birthday banquet." The man's voice was very conceited, and he briefly introduced: "I am Peng Yan, and this is my wife."

Hu Jiu said: "Mr. Peng, where is the banquet? Don't waste time, we are going to celebrate the old man's birthday!"

"There's no rush, the birthday banquet will officially start at midnight." Peng Yan paused, "Please sit down, both of you. Come, serve tea."

Soon, a man dressed as a servant came in carrying a teapot. The exquisite tea cup contained an unknown liquid. Hu Jiu could not recognize what it was and did not dare to drink it.

Yue Renchun also made no move.

The weird atmosphere was spreading. Peng Yan and Mrs. Peng stared at them, "Two foreigners came as guests yesterday. Do you know each other?"

"I don't know!" Hu Jiu and Yue Renchun lied in unison.

"The villagers here rarely see outsiders and don't communicate with the outside world very much, so it seems a bit strange. Please don't mind." Peng Yan's words were polite but without any emotion, like a robot reciting lines.

"We can understand." Hu Jiu lowered his eyes, "It's still some time before the birthday banquet. I wonder if I can take a stroll in the house? I have never seen such a grand mansion before."

Peng Yan and his wife were silent for a while: "Okay. When midnight comes, the birthday banquet will begin."

Hu Jiu stood up immediately, "Thank you, Master Peng."

Yue Renchun on the side looked at this harmonious conversation with a pale face, a drop of cold sweat on his forehead. He couldn't keep up with Hu Jiu's thinking, and his head hurt. But under the current situation, he could only follow Hu Jiu's path until the end.

——For him, this is the optimal solution!

The servant took the two people to visit the mansion. When they walked around a corner, a white silk caught the servant off guard and killed him directly.

"What are you doing?" Yue Renchun rubbed his temples.

Hu Jiu threw the dead body aside: "I don't want to be in the way."

"...As long as you are happy." Yue Renchun lowered his head, checked the time through a nearby lantern, and then asked: "Is Peng Yan a descendant of Mr. Peng? He seems to be different from everyone else in the village. …”

After the words fell, when he looked up again, Hu Jiu was gone.

There was silence all around, breathing and heartbeat could be clearly heard, and the dim light passed through the dead trees on the roadside, making it look quite gloomy. Yue Renchun was instantly alert.

"Hu Jiu?" he called.

No response.

Moving forward cautiously, when passing by a glass window, Yue Renchun saw that the reflected shadow had a strange sense of dissonance, which was different from his usual self.

He leaned forward gently, wanting to see more clearly.

As the distance gradually shortened, Yue Renchun realized that his reflection had a pale face and red lips, just like the servants in the Peng family mansion!

When he noticed this, the reflection suddenly raised its head and grinned.

Yue Renchun was shocked and hurriedly stepped back. At this time, he saw from the glass window that there was a person standing behind him!

An old man with a cane, holding a red candle, hunched over, and wearing a long gown and a jacket!

Wrinkled skin, damp and tangled hair, eyes without whites, numb and dead.

An unintelligible whisper sounded in his ears, and Yue Renchun turned around quickly, but he saw nothing.

There was nothing behind him.

Cold sweat soaked his back, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Unconsciously, the space seemed to become claustrophobic, and the light of the lanterns was compressed and swallowed. The hazy shadows of the trees looked like twisted people, nailed by nails, struggling and calling for help.

"Shua——"

Yue Renchun felt a chill on the back of his head, and a cold, smelly breath gently brushed past him. He couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body. He turned around and drew his gun, but his finger joints seemed to be rusted and couldn't move at all!

He looked closely and found that the hand holding the gun was covered with age spots, the flesh and blood had shriveled, and the loose skin was tightly attached to the bones. This was clearly the hand of an old man!

What's going on!

Snap——!

My face hurts a little.

The sound of slaps came into his ears, and Yue Renchun suddenly woke up with severe pain.

It was not until then that he realized that he had been standing there, looking up at a red lantern in a daze, and Hu Jiu was slapping him wildly in the pocket, and stopped when he saw him come to his senses.

"What's wrong with you again?" Hu Jiu rubbed his numb palms and asked calmly.

"I may have seen Mr. Peng." Yue Renchun's voice was very weak. Although he only saw it in a hallucination, it was also a kind of supernatural contact.

"Just now, while we were walking, your footsteps suddenly disappeared. I turned around and saw you standing under the lantern, breathing heavily towards it." Hu Jiu described the scene he saw truthfully.

"There are big problems with the Peng family mansion. I suspect there is more than one ghost, and at least one ghost can affect people's consciousness. Another one should be related to 'life span'." Yue Renchun patted his chest in fear. Since entering this village, the word "longevity" has appeared frequently and repeatedly, and it is impossible to ignore it.

"But there is one thing I don't understand. Ghosts have no wisdom and will not deliberately leave a breath for people when killing. What are the 'people' in the Peng family who can communicate? What does the birthday banquet represent?" Yue Renchun felt that the situation at this time was extremely dangerous. "A ghost that can affect consciousness, even if it does not actively harm us, I am afraid that the supernatural power it exudes will turn us into mentally ill lunatics."

Hu Jiu opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, and finally did not tell Yue Renchun the cruel truth.

He has aged.

From a young boy to a bacon, he looks 30+ years old.

This change just happened.

Standing under the lantern, every breath he exhaled would add a bit of vicissitudes.

Hu Jiu was merciful and woke him up after seeing the pattern. After all, he was a rare pathfinder cannon fodder and had already explored some of the ghost's killing mechanism...