Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 9

"Buzz~"

"The boundless sky is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills~"

At around 10 o'clock in the morning, Luo Yi was woken up again.

Luo Yi took the phone and looked at the note: Shenkeng
"Hey, Shenkeng."

The air on the other end of the phone was a little frozen.

"It's me, Yang Jian."

"Oh, Lao Yang, Zhang Wei's remark is a bit interesting."

Luo Yi sold Zhang Wei unceremoniously.

"Hey, Brother Leg, Brother Leg, I misunderstood!"

Zhang Wei's exclamation came from the other end of the phone.

"Get together?"

"it is good."

The good words were still echoing in the receiver, but a figure fell beside Zhang Wei as if out of nothing.

"I'll go, Great God, what is this trick, teleportation, flash, teleportation?"

Zhang Wei walked around Luo Yi strangely, while Yang Jian next to him watched Luo Yi's appearance thoughtfully.

"It turns out that he left behind the ghost on my body. Fortunately, I removed it, otherwise look...cough!"

"Wow, Zhang Wei, your kidney deficiency is like this, you haven't seen it all night, such heavy panda eyes."

After arriving, Luo Yi saw the most eye-catching boy in the crowd at a glance.

"Hey, don't mention it, I don't know which grandson called the police, saying that I gave someone a caesarean section and then gave birth to someone else."

"One night," Zhang Wei pointed angrily at his dark circles, "One night I was caught and taken to the police station twice."

"It's really wronged me to go to grandma's house."

"Hehe, hehe!"

Luo Yi touched his nose with his hand, then thought for a while, "Wait, twice?"

Turning his head to look, Yang Jian looked up at the sky with great interest.

"Don't make trouble, please help me to look at this. Since yesterday, I have been feeling cold all over. I haven't slept all night, but I don't feel tired at all."

Next to her was a woman with snow-white skin, so white that she could even see the thin veins and blood vessels under the skin, it was Wang Shanshan.

"He was grabbed on the shoulder by your ghost son. I feel that there is a ghost inside, combining her life with this ghost handprint. Once the ghost is pulled out, she will die."

Yang Jian took a look and spoke slowly, obviously he knew Wang Shanshan's situation well.

"My ghost son?"

"Just the one you held in your arms yesterday, it's not yours, but can it be mine?"

Yang Jian was expressionless.

"That's Zhou Zheng's ghost son, not mine," Luo Yi retorted.

"I understand her situation. Wang Shanshan is now bound to the ghost baby. She is a ghost slave to a certain extent. Once the ghost baby is imprisoned or silenced, she will die."

"Ghost slave?"

Wang Shanshan didn't yell. According to her previous personality, she might have been crying until she was crying, but now she seems to be fine, as if life and death are not very important to her.

The power of spiritual erosion is just so incredible.

"Is there any way to save her?"

"Where are your parents, why didn't they come?"

Luo Yi didn't go back to Yang Jian, but instead asked Wang Shanshan that her affairs seemed to be ahead of schedule, and it seemed that his butterfly wings had instigated changes.

"They don't know about me."

"No wonder."

In the original book, Wang Shanshan's parents had a lot of conflicts with Yang Jian. Watching people play is a common thing.

The blame can only be blamed on Yang Jian's poor family background, and Wang Shanshan's parents' high-sightedness and low-handedness. If Wang Shanshan's girl is not reasonable, I am afraid that there will be another story about 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

"If they didn't come, then the matter would be easy to deal with. You also know that ghosts cannot be killed. Only ghosts can deal with ghosts. Since the supernatural power of ghost babies cannot be erased, why not add a supernatural supernatural power to balance it? .”

"She is now the ghost slave of the ghost baby, and with the addition of a supernatural power, wouldn't she be more controlled by others."

Wang Shanshan was puzzled.

"That's right, so this person must be Wang Shanshan, someone you can trust."

Wang Shanshan was silent.

Even if her feelings become indifferent under the influence of the supernatural, it does not mean that her IQ is gone. Luo Yi's meaning is very clear, which is equivalent to asking her to find another host to fight against the ghost baby.

"Yang Jian, do it!" After a while, she made up her mind.

"Think about it, once you do it, there may be no room for maneuver."

"Think about it, if you have to be controlled by others, it's better to be controlled by you than others."

"That's right, actually, this matter has both pros and cons." Luo Yi pointed to Wang Shanshan's shoulder, "Although this kind of thing can be restrained, it can also share a bit of the host's supernatural power. The odds are much higher than ordinary people."

"bring it on!"

Wang Shanshan didn't hesitate, she raised her head and closed her eyes, revealing a white shoulder, but there was a black and blue baby's handprint on that shoulder.

Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes, the red ghost field flashed towards Wang Shanshan, and a vague but tenacious connection was established between the two.

"She has a ghost fetus in her stomach, and it will probably be born soon. At that time, it will have both ghost babies and ghost eyes. You have to pay attention."

"I see."

Being with ghosts is tantamount to dancing on swords, but he has to do it for his friends.

Looking at the entire world of mysterious recovery, in fact, Yang Jian's friends are always only these buddies when he was studying. He really cares about his friends.

"Ghost fetus, Wang Shanshan, you are only a sophomore in high school and you are about to become a mother. Yang Jian, you and Wang Shanshan are bound together, so aren't you the father of ghost fetus, for short."

"To shut up!"

Wang Shanshan and Yang Jian spoke in unison, Yang Jian looked a little unnatural, and Wang Shanshan was expressionless, unable to see what she was thinking.

Zhang Wei was scolded, shrank his neck, and quietly moved to Luo Yi's side.

"Master, don't play games. I, Wei, eat chicken, pesticides, and CS. I'm proficient in everything. I'll guarantee you a high score."

"Zhang Wei, let's play later, I have a few questions I want to ask Luo Yi."

"Oh, I thought you could bear it?" Luo Yi chuckled, "Have you contacted the headquarters of the ghost master?"

Although it was a question, the tone was affirmative.

"good."

"Have you thought about joining them?"

"not yet."

"Is the ghost master really short-lived?"

Yang Jian asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Ordinary ghost masters are indeed short-lived. Like Zhou Zheng, he may not have lived a month."

"General?" Yang Jian grasped the key point keenly, "So there are exceptions?"

"There are exceptions to everything."

"I see that you use supernatural powers on your way. You should be the exception, right?"

In Yang Jian's eyes, after using Descent several times in a row, he can naturally deduce more details.

"Every road cannot be copied. You should have experienced the supernatural characteristics. All successes have a touch of luck. Even if I start over, I can't guarantee that I can get to where I am today."

"Is it unreliable?" Yang Jian frowned, "Is there a way to prolong life?"

Yang Jian's own body knew that he only had less than three months at most, and this was on the premise that he didn't use the power of the ghost, and once he used it, the time would decrease rapidly.

"Yes," Luo Yi said affirmatively, "and more than one."

"One, transfer the damage of the supernatural, and graft the cost of using the ghost to other people or objects, but this requires a specific ghost."

"My ghost eyes don't work."

"Second, the ghost driving the dead machine, as long as the ghost doesn't wake up, it won't do much harm."

"Third, become a different kind. Ghosts can be the hosts of humans, and humans can naturally be the hosts of ghosts. Ghosts are immortal. As long as they can become a different kind, humans can also be immortal."

"Fourth, rely on the blood curse to turn your relatives into ghosts. All the things are left to the ghosts, and you only need to give instructions."

"Five, control another ghost and walk the way of balance."

"Control another ghost?"

The first few items were too far away for Yang Jian, but this one instantly touched his memory. Luo Yi seemed to have done something to establish a balance between ghosts in Hongfa Temple.

"Ghosts are immortal, and only ghosts can deal with ghosts, so I just need to control another ghost, let them fight each other, and I stand by and watch, so that they will erode me much less."

"That's right," Luo Yi nodded, "What we have to do is to maintain this balance from being broken."

An ordinary person might need Luo Yi to explain a few words, but here at Yang Jian, he only needs a little hint, and he will naturally be able to draw inferences from one instance and clarify the root cause of the matter. It is no accident that he can become the protagonist.

"It's best to find someone with a compatible personality, such as a crying ghost or a laughing ghost. Not only will it be easier to form a confrontation, but the strength will also be much stronger than ordinary ghost masters."

Yang Jian knows everything, so naturally Luo Yi doesn't need to cherish himself.

"Thank you!"

Yang Jian solemnly said that he searched all the pages of Ghost Master's official website but couldn't find such news. It is conceivable that either someone deliberately blocked the news, or it was too confidential and unknown.

No matter what kind of Luo Yi's help to him can be said to be huge, far exceeding the help he provided before.

"It's okay. There are enough ghosts in this world. It would be good to let ideal ghost masters live longer so that they can struggle a little longer in this desperate world."

"It's a pity that not everyone understands this truth."

"Maybe they understand that they just don't want to do it for some of their own purposes?"

Yang Jian looked into the distance and opened his mouth quietly.

"Oh, maybe!"

Who can tell clearly about the human heart?
(End of this chapter)