The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Under a crooked peach tree in the suburbs of Ruihe City.

The branches of the peach tree were grabbed by several strange ghost hands. The ghost hands were blue-black, with only one-third of flesh and bones left, and the rest were all replaced by wood.

The branches entangled the ghost hands, and pink petals kept falling, trying to completely devour and transform the ghost hands.

However, the number of ghost hands continued to increase, and gradually gained the upper hand. The ghost hands pierced into the tree trunk fiercely, and the original wood was slowly eroded into a dark metal texture.

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"One, two, three..."

On the top of the street lamp beside the street, Hu Jiu sat steadily on it, holding a map in his hand and writing and drawing.

People came and went around, but they seemed to be invisible.

He marked all the cities where the supernatural peach blossoms had erupted, and then drew lines to connect them together, and finally formed a nearly circular pattern.

The center of the circle was Ruihe City.

He marked x at several special locations, and Zhao Tingting stood under the street lamp, neither caring nor paying attention to what he was doing.

The phone suddenly vibrated at this time. It was a message from the headquarters.

After taking a look at the content, Hu Jiu raised his eyebrows. The headquarters issued a notice that the supporters would arrive soon and asked him to wait and cooperate.

"Wait here?" The expression on Hu Jiu's face suddenly became terrifying and evil.

...

At Ruihe Airport, No. 52 walked down from the plane with a bag.

He was wearing a mask on his face and no expression could be seen. He was accompanied by two other agents, No. 44 and No. 46.

The relationship between the few people seemed cold and they didn't say a word the whole time.

No. 52 looked at a transport plane in the distance. The door of the transport plane had been opened and the things inside had been transported away.

But No. 52 could sense the cold and terrifying spiritual power left on the transport plane... the statue of the dead bird!

The statue of the dead bird is one of the top spiritual items of the Administration. Judging from the size of the transport plane, there may be more than just the statue of the dead bird inside.

"Even this thing has been transported here. Could it be that a new world-destroying disaster has been born?"

No. 52 couldn't help but frown. As the bottom of the management bureau, he actually didn't like this strange organization he was in.

They kept shouting about saving the world, but in fact they didn't take any actual actions. They just kept capturing the world-destroying horror ghosts in the replays, making the humans in this world live in the past forever.

No. 52 wanted to use this action to fake his death and escape outside the world to avoid the next few replays. He would be slowly forgotten over time.

But even the death bird was dispatched, and the situation became a little complicated.

He might really die in the indiscriminate killing of the death bird. The next time he replays, everything will have to start all over again.

Outside the airport, there was a special car to pick them up and take them to a specific location.

All action plans were drawn up by the top. They didn't need to understand the whole story, they just needed to follow orders.

After the car had been driving for more than ten minutes, No. 52 suddenly opened his eyes. There was a violent spiritual fluctuation not far ahead, and it seemed that a fierce conflict had occurred.

Several people immediately jumped out of the car and went to the conflict site, and saw that the transport vehicle carrying the death bird statue had overturned, and the golden container containing the statue was placed on the ground. Countless tree roots entangled it, and peach blossoms bloomed.

The death bird statue was placed in the golden container and did not work. The driver responsible for transporting the statue had been killed and turned into fertilizer. No. 52 and others had to provide emergency support. They frantically struggled with the peach blossoms around them, but unfortunately it was of little use and they soon couldn't hold on.

The difficulty of those peach blossoms was far beyond their imagination. Whether it was time stopping or going back to the past, there was no way to completely change the status quo, because there were too many peach blossoms and they couldn't find the source. Even if they temporarily avoided the entanglement of peach blossoms and took other routes, they would soon be found by peach blossoms.

The enemy seemed to have known their trump card, which was to rob and kill them halfway.

At this moment, an irritable voice sounded: "This thing is too troublesome to deal with, let's release the death bird statue from the gold!"

The speaker was No. 46.

Another generation of walkers No. 44 objected: "No, the moment the death bird statue is released, everyone around will die. If the statue cannot be recovered in time, once it revives, it will only lead to more terrible consequences!"

No. 46 said impatiently: "Those peach blossoms are coming for the statue. When the peach blossoms kill us all, the statue will fall into the hands of the enemy. Once the enemy has such a thing and becomes powerful, it will be a real disaster!"

Listening to the conversation between his two companions, No. 52 quietly retreated.

Seeing that the team was about to be wiped out, No. 46 finally couldn't help it and opened the container containing the death bird statue.

The next second, all the strange peach blossoms around him withered away.

No. 52 had already run away, remembering the killing rules of the death bird in his heart - you cannot observe its appearance in any form, you cannot hear the sound it makes, you cannot smell the smell it emits, you cannot recall its image in your mind, and you cannot touch or get close to it.

Even if none of the above rules are violated, if you get too close to the death bird, you will be killed indiscriminately.

No. 52, who ran fast, barely saved his life, but his body below the neck was necrotic, but it was not a big problem, he could rely on supernatural power to continue to move.

The people who stayed at the scene a little late were in bad luck. Except for the clever No. 44 who got into the golden bag, everyone else died, from the flesh to the soul, from the body to the consciousness.

The death bird was sealed in the statue, but from the moment the statue emerged from the gold, there were tiny cracks on the statue, and it showed signs of recovery in less than half a minute.

"Something is wrong!" No. 44, who was hiding in the golden container, was shocked. He heard the sound of the stone statue breaking. This was too abnormal. According to the use records of the Administration, the death bird statue can last at least 3 minutes before showing signs of recovery. Why did it recover so quickly now?

He had already faintly heard the blood-like wailing sound. When the death bird is completely revived, it will turn from one to a group and expand infinitely at a very fast speed. At that time, he can only be trapped in the golden bag and wait for death.

The peach blossoms have all fallen, and the surrounding peach trees have also withered. Among the countless dead branches and fallen leaves, a severed hand lies quietly in place, with a scarlet eyeball in the palm staring at the dead bird statue. But the eyeball is motionless, like a dead decoration.

At the same time, Hu Jiu, who was writing and drawing on a street lamp in Ruihe City, suddenly closed his eyes and fell freely.