Mysterious Recovery: Confused World

Chapter 55
Shuiyun District.

Not far from the gate of the community, a cordon had been pulled up. A man with a strange figure, whose neck and eyes were completely disproportionate to his body was squatting near the cordon, looking into the community from time to time.

After all, the ghost show was also a supernatural event. Even if Wang Chaling had beaten it to half-mutilation, he couldn't just let it go.

Although in order to deal with the attack of wishing ghosts, most of the ghost masters in Dadong City were transferred to guard some important places, such as Wang Xiaoming's laboratory, Wang's ancient house, Ning'an Building, etc., but there are still some manpower .

"Mr. Wang, so far when I arrived at the Shuiyun community, the ghost show incident has not shown any signs of expansion or transfer, but the situation is not stable. Several ghost slaves have come out of it. At the same time, the ghost show has a certain attraction. Power that can attract those around you into it.”

"I haven't found a pattern for this kind of attraction, it seems to be completely random." The person in charge of guarding here reported the information to Wang Chaling and Zhao Qiang one by one.

"Attractiveness?" Wang Chaling was a little puzzled. No matter whether it was information or personal experience, there was nothing about this attractiveness.

The blue light flashed suddenly, and the ghost domain covered those who were tied up. They were all attracted by the ghost show and interrupted in time to enter, but the spiritual influence was still there, and they could only be trapped in this way. Some people are struggling, some people are very quiet.

"What is this? Pollen? Or something." In the ghost domain, Wang Chaling saw many granular things flying in the sky, with a strange fragrance, as if the fragrance of flowers was mixed with other things .

Those who have been controlled have their heads completely covered by these granular things, especially the position of the eyes.

Shen Zhaoming, the person in charge of protection, also had a lot of particles on his head, but it only occupied a small area on the top of his head.

Many of the rest of the normal people have already been covered, and there are even a few people whose heads are about to be completely covered within the scope of the ghost domain.

Wang Chaling and Zhao Qiang were not there, not because they had just arrived, but because the particle was deliberately avoiding them, which was why they didn't notice it immediately.

"It's interesting, left by the wishing ghost?" Wang Chaling looked at some old neighborhoods. The neighborhood in the ghost domain seemed to be gradually blurring. The phantoms of a theater and square gradually overlapped with the neighborhood. The source of these particles is in The back of the theater.

"Even if the entire head is covered, the level of horror is not high, but it is hidden too deeply." Just the special spirits that are flooding in the ghost domain can erase these particles, regardless of where they are hidden in the ghost domain Among them, it really cannot be called horror.

But Wang Chaling's expression did not relax, a body quickly emerged beside him, and it did not imbue memory, but set up some instincts.

Some particles were ingested by Wang Chaling, and then placed on the head of that body, and then used his own spirituality to isolate the interference of external particles.

"This thing can actually proliferate on its own?" Zhao Qiang looked at the body's head, where there was only one spot at first, and then after only a few seconds, it covered the entire head. This was still under isolation.

"Mr. Wang, the plague ghost incident that happened in Daxia City seems to be somewhat similar to this." Zhao Qiang looked serious, the plague ghost incident was an S-level supernatural event.

"It's not the same. This thing is not comparable to the plague ghost. It is very harmful to ordinary people, but it is absolutely impossible to be as terrifying as the plague ghost if it wants to infect the ghost."

"You already know the information about the ghost show incident, and your own strength is not weak, as long as you don't touch the source, it's no problem to delay it temporarily." Wang Chaling said.

All the particles in the ghost domain are completely annihilated, but the source still exists, and if it is not restricted, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

The existence of the source is definitely not simple, and there may even be a wishing ghost involved. Wang Chaling intends to deal with that thing first.

Zhao Qiang said firmly: "Please rest assured, Mr. Wang."

Then the two entered the community together. As soon as they stepped in, the scene in front of them changed drastically. The old buildings disappeared, and the cement road was replaced by a loess road...

The two were not surprised. They had seen this kind of thing many times in the Wang family's ancient house. It was also a small house, but once they entered the door, they would find that there was a huge space inside.

"I'm leaving." Wang Chaling said, and then a terrifying ghost led Wang Chaling across the passing pedestrians, around the theater, and headed towards the rear.

The scariest part of the ghost show was inside the theater. Wang Chaling was trapped there at first, and it was only when he was in a hurry that he got out of trouble. Now he doesn't enter the theater and just wanders outside, which is quite easy.

After Wang Chaling left, Zhao Qiang didn't delay too much, and went straight to a small room at the entrance of the theater: "Here's a movie ticket."

Watching a ghost show naturally requires movie tickets, and movie tickets are also a talisman for entrants. As long as you follow the rules, even theaters that are out of control can guarantee safety to a certain extent.

Wang Chaling didn't have a theater ticket. Although he had a seat, it was a curse of the theater. He also didn't obey the rules. If he wanted to leave before the play was over, he would be attacked by ghosts, but this was a curse.

Zhao Qiang took the initiative to enter, and with the support of intelligence, he naturally didn't need to be so risky. After speaking, he offered an arm.

"No. [-] in Geng District." A black arm stretched out from the window, took away the arm that Zhao Qiang handed over, and sent out a paper ticket at the same time.

There are seven districts in the theater, the Gengzi district is the worst, and it is also the cheapest. It is just a piece of arm made at will, with a little supernatural power, and you can buy tickets.

Zhao Qiang didn't care. He took the ticket and glanced at it. There wasn't much information on it, only the seat number, the play and a name were all there was.

As the crowd walked into the theater, it was a hall at first, with many seats, many of which were filled with people, but Zhao Qiang did not stop, and continued to walk forward. At this moment, the stage seemed to turn into nothingness, Zhao Qiang Go straight through and come to another small space.

There are a lot fewer seats here, seven rows and seven rows, a total of 49 seats, only a dozen seats have something to sit on, and some chairs have been overturned on the ground, and the handles with a sense of history are still on the ground. There are quite a few cracks.

There is also a stage at the front, which is very similar to the one outside, but Zhao Qiang always feels that there is something more and something is missing.

"Watch a scene first, and make sure of the ghosts that you may face later." Zhao Qiang went straight to his seat and sat down, ready to listen to what the ghost sang.

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At the same time, Wang Chaling also came to the back of the theater, where the source of those particles was, it was a small courtyard.

The dense particles almost completely cover the sky above the small courtyard. From a distance, it looks like a dark cloud covers the sky of the small courtyard alone.

The courtyard door was ajar, but nothing could be seen through the crack of the door. Wang Chaling simply asked his father to push the door open. A generation of dead souls followed closely by his side and walked into the small courtyard together with Wang Chaling. .

The small yard is really just a yard, there is no house in it, the whole yard is covered with mud, and the narrow roads are scattered in the mud, which seems to be for people to walk.

Blossoming delicate flowers are scattered irregularly in the black soil, which is the source of those particles, and now those particles may really be called pollen.

Wang Chaling pulled up a flower at will, but what he didn't expect was that the flower had just been pulled up, and it suddenly fell down, turning into a pool of black soil.

"The soil is the body, and the flowers are just the external expression?" Wang Chaling directly sprinkled the soil in his hands on the ground, and a flower grew out of the soil.

"Then just shovel up all the mud." Anyway, with absolute strength, Wang Chaling didn't bother to find it slowly.

Just overturn the chessboard, no matter what "surprise" there is, it will be exposed to Wang Chaling's eyes, and it can save a lot of time.

On the black soil, terrifying souls of the dead were raging. They simply passed by, and large gullies appeared on the black soil. In an open space not far away, a small bag of black soil piled up gradually rose.

Human stumps, white bones... from time to time were exposed as the soil churned, and even a few ghosts were dug out.

"Using ghosts as fertilizer, and the horror level of ghosts is not low, it's a big deal." Wang Chaling recalled the existence that could correspond to this supernatural event.

His memory is very rich, the memory of the "traveler", the legacy of the second generation, the experience of the first generation, the information on the human skin paper, the communication of Qin Lao... But after all, he is not omniscient and omnipotent, and he has not been able to find a corresponding existence.

At this moment, the soul of the dead also brought him a harvest.

That is a letter.

There were quite a few brown spots on some of the yellowed envelopes, which were traces of dried blood, and it seemed that there was still a slight bloody smell.

Wang Chaling took the envelope, and felt that the material was not paper, but somewhat similar to that of human skin paper, but some details were not what human skin should have.

Without so much entanglement, Wang Chaling took the envelope directly, and unfolded the letter without taking any protective measures.

"Mr. Wang Chaling is invited to gather in Huazhuang on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month this year. The wishing ghost is here."

There was only a short sentence on the letter paper, inviting Wang Chaling to a place called Huazhuang, but there was no signature or specific address.

next moment.

A dead soul suddenly emerged from Wang Chaling's body, and the burning letter paper shone on the black and white dead soul, and the invisible curse was borne by the dead soul alone.

"As expected of the things left by the ghosts, there are traps everywhere. If you are not careful, you will be cursed." The curse attached to the letter paper is very strong, but it is only for Wang Chaling. It's not a big or small burden, and it won't be long before it can be lifted.

"Where is the wishing ghost? But on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, I'm not interested in waiting so long, but Huazhuang, this is a place I haven't heard of, maybe I should go to Dachang City, or contact Contact Mr. Qin."

Human skin paper and old Qin.

This is undoubtedly the most convenient way to obtain information. Human skin paper does not know the mechanism. Mr. Qin has lived for many years, has been trained by many people, and can talk to the future. The information resources of the two are rich enough.

The most important thing is that the information on the human skin paper can be taken for nothing. Anyway, that thing can't help Wang Chaling, so use it if you use it.

It's a little troublesome for Mr. Qin, but according to his attitude last time, he can try it.

Shaking his head, we have to wait until we get out to talk about these things. After the matter of the pollen is settled, the next thing is the ghost show.

"No, Liang Shanbo of you is not very good at acting, not to mention handsome, but you can't look so hip, you are far worse than Ma Wencai."

"Okay, guest, we'll change the actors right away."

"No, no, didn't you say that Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were in love with each other? I saw that these two people were like strangers. The relationship there, no matter what, I also paid money to come in to watch the show. You are just fooling the guests like this Is it?"

"I'm sorry, this guest, we will change immediately, immediately."

"I…………"

"My guest, you are only in the Geng district."

An old man standing under the stage looked at Zhao Qiang with a gloomy expression, as if he was very dissatisfied with Zhao Qiang's behavior.

Zhao Qiang shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything more. The protection of theater tickets is limited. He is only a ticket in the Gengzi District.

Although he is not afraid, if the source ghost is provoked in advance, it is easy to cause the supernatural event to get out of control, which is not in line with the purpose of delaying time.

The theater immediately became quiet, with only the sound of babbling and babbling singing remaining, because apart from Zhao Qiang, the rest of the existence, including those "people" on the stage, were all ghosts, or some kind of weird phenomenon created by supernatural powers.

Ghosts obviously don't comment.

Zhao Qiang didn't have that kind of mind to listen to the show, his eyes kept wandering up and down the stage, especially the skinny old man off stage stayed the longest.

The ghost theater is limited to one ticket at a time, and one ticket is used to listen to one play. After the play is finished, the ghost show ticket will automatically become invalid, which means that it will no longer be blessed.

In the ghost theaters in the past, when the theater tickets expired, they would be invalid. It was just to go out. In the ghost theaters now, it is not easy to get out.

As time went by, the scene on stage gradually came to an end, and Zhao Qiang could feel that several ghosts were already staring at him.

As soon as the play is over, he will have to face the attacks of many ghosts, but Zhao Qiang is not too worried, but only casts his eyes in the direction of the stairs from time to time.

Om~!

A burst of inexplicable fluctuations flashed across the hall, and the hall was suddenly dark. The sound of dull footsteps and strange roars echoed in the small space.

Until a cloudy green candlelight rises in the darkness.

Zhao Qiang stood under the stage with a pale complexion, holding a white ghost candle in his hand. The dark green candle light illuminated the darkness around him, and also revealed ghastly faces.

"White ghost candles are much more useful than red ghost candles." After saying this, fierce ghosts in the darkness rushed up crazily, but Zhao Qiang didn't dodge or evade.

(End of this chapter)