The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

"Who are you?" Kang Yu looked gloomy and tried to talk to the voice in his head.

That voice was naturally Hu Jiu's. He had been monitoring Kang Yu with supernatural remote tracking, but he couldn't enter the castle in the air and could only wander outside. As soon as Kang Yu came out, he pestered him again and asked for information.

However, unexpectedly, no matter how much Hu Jiu tortured him, Kang Yu didn't say a word.

On the surface, Kang Yu was still walking smoothly, without any abnormalities. But in just a few steps, he suffered a long period of inhuman torture.

However, this was not because he was determined. He did not want to keep silent for the sake of this new Time Management Bureau, but he could not say anything, and he could not leak relevant information about the Management Bureau at the conscious level.

His body wanted to react and attract No. 37's attention, but Hu Jiu restrained him tightly and controlled him like a puppet without revealing any flaws.

grass! Kang Yu cursed in his heart, No. 37 just blew the whistle, didn't he notice anything unusual now?

The awe he had just felt for the Time Management Bureau was gone at this moment.

"Why do all these bad things happen to me?"

Kang Yu cursed in his heart, but the next second, the cold feeling that oppressed him suddenly disappeared, and his body regained its autonomy.

Subconsciously, he turned around and met the smiling eyes of No. 37.

Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, No. 37 said: "Heaven will give you great responsibilities. Don't always complain. Think on the bright side. Maybe you are the protagonist of destiny?"

"The protagonists in those novels all encountered some tragic experiences, such as family destruction and being orphaned, and then they worked hard and slowly grew up."

"You must stabilize your emotions and don't go to extremes. The people who bully you now are just villains who are destined to fail."

Kang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and was silent for two seconds before slowly saying, "Have you seen it a long time ago?"

No. 37 nodded: "If you mean the abnormality that has been haunting you, I noticed it when it first appeared."

"Then why didn't you take action to solve it earlier?" Kang Yu was full of resentment.

"If the other party wants to spy on our intelligence, we can also follow the clues in reverse." No. 37 said casually.

"Some people may not be very strong, but they are really difficult to deal with. They can't be beaten to death, and they can't be caught. I finally caught a chance, and of course I have to try to see if I can uproot them."

As a veteran employee of the Management Bureau, No. 37 has experienced countless rollbacks and restarts, and his strength is unfathomable.

The lack of intelligence caused Hu Jiu to be careless. Even though his body was in the deep mirror ghost realm of Linjiang City, and only his split consciousness was entangled with Kang Yu, he still got the idea.

It's hard to explain Hu Jiu's state at the moment. He lost contact with Kang Yu unknowingly. Almost at the same time, he realized something was wrong, but when he opened his eyes, everything in front of him changed. .

He was held tightly in someone's arms, a generous and warm woman's arms.

The swaddled baby frowned and suddenly realized that things were not simple.

"Wait! Who am I? Where am I?"

After only a few seconds, Hu Jiu's cognition was blurred and he seemed to have turned into a real baby.

Time passed like water, and in a blink of an eye he grew up into a taciturn child.

His parents are a bit abstract, so he can only pretend to be normal on the surface. He always feels that everything around him is strange and has a slight feeling of unreality.

This feeling persisted into his adulthood, still lingering.

He felt that there might be something wrong with his mind, so he registered himself at a psychiatric hospital.

Then, he hit a ghost.

Hu Jiu hid in the corner, breathing heavily. Just now, a supernatural incident suddenly broke out in the hospital. Many people died inexplicably. After they died, they stood up again and turned into walking zombies to hunt the living people.

The hospital that saved lives and injured suddenly turned into a hell on earth.

Seeing so many people dying in front of him, Hu Jiu was not afraid or panicked, and even felt a faint sense of familiarity in his heart.

This was strange, but he didn't have time to think about it. Some crimes seemed to be inherent in him. He used others as shields, stepped on their lives, and escaped from the hospital.

However, the curse has caught up with him, and the ghost has targeted him.

From then on, he came into contact with another side of the world, and gradually became aware of the existence of ghosts and ghost masters.

Later, he relied on his life to see through the ghost's patterns and successfully controlled it, becoming a ghost controller.

Later, he joined the headquarters, luckily but desperately avoiding the risk of resurgence again and again, and dealt with one supernatural incident after another. He survived successfully for three years and became a veteran ghost controller at the headquarters.

His strength is not top-notch, but his advantage is that he is stable and can deal with low- to medium-level supernatural incidents very efficiently. The higher-ups in the headquarters valued him, and the new ghost masters feared him. The darkness and violence that had been with him since birth were gradually smoothed away.

If nothing unexpected happens, his life will be like this. He may die from a supernatural event in the future, or he may die from the resurrection of his own evil ghost. There is a small chance that he will control a new evil ghost, achieve a new balance, and become more and more powerful. It's getting better and better.

The day came quickly.

At first he thought it was a C-level incident, but when he got caught up in it, he realized how troublesome it was.

He is dead.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself trapped in a silver space. There were silver mirrors on all sides, but strangely, his image could not be reflected. Only in the mirror in front of him stood a younger and more sinister self wearing a black windbreaker.

The moment the two Hu Jiu looked at each other, the older one was killed instantly.

Hu Jiu was not feeling well. He felt like the Ship of Theseus, and his personality was being "modified" little by little.

The silver space was the depths of his consciousness. He had many more memories, and each memory seemed to be complete and real. He didn't know where these memories came from. It was as if different periods, different choices, and different encounters, all kinds of life if lines.

Most of the "Hu Jiu" were ordinary people who lived in a daze and died inexplicably.

A small number of them came into contact with the supernatural and became ghost riders, but they did not achieve much. The one who was just eliminated was the best.

He was quite ordinary after losing the advantage of rebirth.

The most special "Hu Jiu" turned out to be a good person!

Damn, the pungent smell of truth, goodness and beauty is trying to taint his pure and dark heart.

"What on earth is going on?" Hu Jiu frowned. There was no external spirit in his body and consciousness, but how did those memories appear in his mind? There was not even a flaw, as if... he had really experienced that kind of life.