The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 10
Wen Zhong searched the website for a while, and soon found a post about the classification of ghosts.

Open it, and there is a line of small print notes on it:
This article only uses the degree of harm as the basis for classification, and does not represent the horror level of the ghost itself.

Class C: Restricted class.

Specters fixed in one area are somewhat dangerous and not contagious.

Class B: Dangerous class.

A ghost that already has the ability to roam is very dangerous and has a certain degree of diffusion.

Class A: Disaster Class.

If it is left unattended, it will kill the population of a city within a certain period of time, which is extremely dangerous and has a considerable spread.

S-Class: Destruction class.

It can no longer be measured by danger. It has the ability to destroy the population of several cities. If it cannot be contained, it can even destroy a country.

"So that's how it is. Are ghosts divided into four levels?" Wen Zhong roughly understood that this level of danger only indicates the degree of harm to humans, and has nothing to do with the level of terror of ghosts themselves.

For example.

There are two people with equal strength, but one of them sleeps all day, and the other likes to make troubles, so the degree of harm of the person who likes to make trouble must be much higher than that of the person who likes to sleep.

"This level division has no real effect, it can only be used as a reference at most." Wen Zhong shook his head and closed the post. If he really meets a ghost, no matter what level he is, he will not be able to escape death.

He continued to browse other materials, and one of the posts titled "Ghost Master's Little Common Sense" caught Wen Zhong's eyes. He really didn't know much about ghost master's related materials now.

Wen Zhong looked at it, his expression gradually became serious, his brows were furrowed, and he saw such a passage written in the post:

Controlling ghosts is actually not as glamorous as everyone imagined. On the contrary, it is a very desperate thing. If ghost riders do not control and squander supernatural power, they will soon die from the recovery of ghosts.

And even if it is guaranteed not to use the supernatural power once after controlling the ghost, the lifespan of most ghost masters will not exceed one year, and they will live in the pain of being eroded by the ghost every day.

At the end of the post, it was also mentioned that countries all over the world are actively researching how to prolong the lifespan of ghost masters, but the current research progress is not satisfactory.

"Is this the final fate of people involved in supernatural powers?" After reading the post, Wen Zhong's heart became cold. He never thought that the consequences of controlling a ghost would be so serious.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that after eating braised pork yesterday, his condition became much better. Only ghosts can deal with ghosts. This sentence came to Wen Zhong's mind again.

If the ghost fungus he controls is a ghost, then the ghost flesh contaminated with ghostly spirits is another ghost.

Using his own body as the battlefield, the strength of the two ghosts first collided with each other, then restrained each other, and finally reached a delicate balance, and this balance may be the key to improving their state.

"If I ate ten or eight pieces of meat yesterday, then now I don't have to worry about the resurrection of the ghost? No, that aftereffect is enough to kill myself." Wen Zhong regretted it.

After closing the webpage, Wen Zhong browsed through other information patiently, and after roughly enriching his knowledge reserve, he turned off the computer, got up and left the Internet cafe.

He was going to go to the night market again, trying to find a way to get more braised pork, because that was the only way he could think of to save himself, even if he couldn't eat it all at once, he could save it and eat it later.

Although the Da'an Night Market doesn't open until evening, it's good to make some preparations early.

When Wen Zhong was thinking carefully about how to act at night, he suddenly felt as if he had bumped into something, and then he heard an "ouch".

"Damn it, whoever doesn't have eyes dares to bump into me, Da'an Huanglong Huang Taizi!" The voice was very familiar, and Wen Zhong immediately remembered that this person was the little Huangmao whom he had taught him a lesson in the Internet cafe yesterday.

I saw him standing up while scolding.

Then he looked up and saw that the person who bumped into him was actually Wen Zhong, his expression became a little ugly in an instant, but he still insisted: "It's actually you, kid. I was going to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Looking for me?" Wen Zhong frowned and dusted off the dust on his body. "It seems that you don't remember to eat, but you don't remember to beat. The scars healed so quickly and you forgot the pain."

After all, he took a step forward, staring straight at the yellow hair, last time he didn't want to kill people in front of the children, so he let this scumbag go, but now...

"Okay, Xiao Huang, we are all friends, why are you fighting and killing?"

Just when Wen Zhong was about to make a move against Huang Mao, a young man walked over, waved his hand and separated the two of them, he was not very old and looked similar to Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong saw who was coming, and unconsciously clenched his fists.

The person who came was Fang Dezhao, who was Wen Zhong's class monitor at the university. Relying on his strong background, he often targeted Wen Zhong on weekdays.

"Wen Zhong, it's rare for the squad leader to come out to rescue you, why don't you say thank you."

At this time, a few more people came out from behind Fang Dezhao and Huang Taizi, and one of the women went straight to Wen Zhong and said with a smile, "Wen Zhong, you must learn to be grateful."

The girl who spoke was called Li Mu, and the others were no strangers to Wen Zhong, they were all his classmates.

"Yeah, Wen Zhong, you have to say thank you anyway." The person who spoke this time was Gu He, Fang Dezhao's little follower.

"Grateful? Li Mu and Gu He, you two like to be dogs, please don't pull me." Wen Zhong said coldly: "And Fang Dezhao, if your father knows that you are hanging out with this kind of person, I'm afraid you will have to get out of here." Jump out of the coffin board."

After speaking, he waved to the others as a greeting, and was about to turn around and leave.

As for Huang Mao, Wen Zhong didn't want to argue with him in front of his classmates, and there would be opportunities to deal with him in the future.

"Wait, Wen Zhong." Fang Dezhao's face was a little ugly when Wen Zhong said so, but he still squeezed out a hypocritical smile and said: "It's rare to meet you, why don't you go to the downtown amusement park with us?" , you probably haven’t been there yet.”

"Of course, I paid for the ticket for you." At the end, he added.

Wen Zhong frowned, turned around to say something, but met a concerned look.

That person is called Li Ruohan, who is also Wen Zhong's deputy squad leader. Unlike the flamboyant Fang Dezhao, she keeps a low profile and takes good care of Wen Zhong.

Of course, Wen Zhong couldn't know why Li Ruohan took such good care of him, but in fact Wen Zhong had indeed been taken care of by the other party.

"How about Wen Zhong, I still have a few entrance tickets to the haunted house. My uncle bought them for me with great difficulty. I remember that you seem to like ghosts very much."

At this time, seeing Li Ruohan looking at Wen Zhong with such concern, Fang Dezhao couldn't help feeling jealous. Seeing this, he immediately took out a few tickets from his pocket and shook them at Wen Zhong.

"You are so generous, monitor." Wen Zhong came back to his senses and took two steps forward, staring straight at Fang Dezhao with his eyes, and pulled out the ticket in his hand and tore it into pieces, then turned and left without giving anyone else a chance. chance of retention.

"Wen Zhong, you..."

Fang Dezhao's face was ashen, watching Wen Zhong's leaving back, he stopped the yellow hair who wanted to go up to find fault, and after a while he forced a smile, stretched out his hand to beckon the others to continue walking towards the amusement park.

Time comes to night.

Wen Zhong has already arrived at the night market. Although it has not officially opened yet, many merchants have already started to set up stalls.

He found a random place to sit down, when Wen Zhong's mobile phone in his pocket suddenly heard a text message notification.

I took it out and saw that the sender was actually Li Ruohan.

"Wen Zhong, are you okay? I think you haven't come to school for the past two days. Everyone is very worried about you."

Wen Zhong thought for a while and replied: "I just have something to do at home these two days, I wish you all a good time."

Then Wen Zhong sent the phone number of the satellite phone to Li Ruohan, telling her that the previous phone card might be deactivated, and said that she could contact him anytime she needed help.

He did this purely to repay Li Ruohan for taking care of him in the past, and had no other meaning.

After waiting for a while and seeing no new news, Wen Zhong smiled self-deprecatingly, put the phone back in his pocket and started to squat.

(End of this chapter)