The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

A brown, leather-like thing lay quietly on the ground.

Surrounded by dense grass, the creeping weeds kept trying to get closer, but seemed to be restricted by something and could not grow on the nearby land.

"Can it restrain the ghost grass? Should I pick it up?" When He Ming thought about this, he had already grabbed the thing in his hand, his heart pounding, and he had a lot of random thoughts in his mind.

The soft leather exudes a bit of coldness and ominousness. You can vaguely see the pores of human beings on it. It seems to be a piece of undegreased paper made of human skin. Before I can think, I see handwriting on the paper, as if an invisible person is writing quickly stroke by stroke--

"My name is He Ming. When you see this message, I will be dead. Don't panic. I am you in the future. I am transmitting the future information back to the past in a special way."

"A terrible supernatural event broke out in Xihe City. I learned about the other side of this world by accident and knew the existence of ghosts and ghost riders."

"I was protected by a ghost rider and survived by chance. I learned from him that the country has found a solution and will soon rescue the affected people."

"But unfortunately, an accident happened. When the source ghost of this supernatural event was about to be contained, it suddenly rioted and counterattacked, causing a secondary disaster. I was unfortunately killed by the ghost..."

He Ming trembled when he saw this, and surprise and fear intertwined. Who hasn't fantasized about getting a golden finger to kill people everywhere? But the content on it is really chilling!

Although Hu Jiu had warned of the negative effects of the supernatural, at this moment, He Ming was more excited about picking up a treasure.

The next second, the words on the paper seemed to have been deleted, and disappeared line by line, and soon there was nothing.

He Ming hurriedly flipped through the slippery and cold human skin paper, and it was still blank, "Why is it gone? You notified me of my death in advance, there must be a way to save me!"

The human skin seemed to understand his words, and the handwriting began to gradually appear again-

"A serious supernatural incident broke out in Xihe City, and many people died. Hu Jiu was right. Only ghosts can fight ghosts, and I am just an ordinary person. In supernatural events, the chance of survival is slim."

"I learned in advance that the evil ghost that caused this incident would riot and counterattack when it was contained. In order to survive, I decided to become a ghost rider."

He Ming's pupils shrank when he read this sentence.

Become a ghost rider?

He had vaguely had this idea before, but he just couldn't make up his mind. Now it seems that perhaps this is destined. No matter how short-lived it is to ride an evil ghost, it is always much better than dying on the spot.

Besides, he got this human skin paper, maybe he can control ghosts at a low cost or even for free?

The secret expectation in his heart coincided with the words on the human skin paper, and He Ming asked again: "Tell me quickly, how to successfully control the evil ghost!"

The original handwriting on the human skin paper was blurred, and new handwriting appeared: "In order to save myself, I decided to become a ghost driver. It happened that there was a wandering evil ghost on Xingshu Street in Xihe City, and even the ghost grass could not affect it. As long as I control this ghost, I will definitely survive this disaster!"

"The opportunity is rare. If I can't find the ghost within ten minutes, I don't know when I will meet a suitable evil ghost to control next time when the ghost leaves!"

Emphasizing the timeliness and uniqueness of the opportunity is a typical pyramid scheme scam. He Ming has been completely trapped. After thinking for a while, he looked at the green grass that was spreading around and the ghost slaves approaching from a distance. He felt that he had no choice but to give it a try!

Fortunately, Xingshu Street was not far from his current location. As a local, He Ming ran to his destination in just five minutes, and spent another two minutes searching the street. He saw an unusual phenomenon at a glance!

Under the streetlight, a group of erratic, mosaic-like human-shaped phantoms stood there quietly. The ghost grass surged, but passed directly through it, as if it did not exist in reality.

"Is that a ghost?" He Ming's face showed some shock. He did not completely lose his mind and rashly contacted the evil ghost. Instead, he became cautious when the time came and looked down at the human skin paper again.

"How should I control that ghost? Is there any risk?"

The human skin paper quickly gave a new hint: "My name is He Ming. In order to survive the supernatural events, I came to Xingshu Street and found the evil ghost named 'Mirage'."

"I'm a little scared. I'm afraid that I will die in the process of controlling the evil ghost. But if I don't control the evil ghost, I will still be in danger of death in a while."

He Ming frowned: "Why is it all nonsense? I need a way to successfully control the evil ghost!"

After the voice fell, the human skin paper continued to write new words: "I don't know how to control the ghost. I can only try to contact the evil ghost according to the few words Hu Jiu said."

Then what?

Why is it gone again!

Time waits for no one. When He Ming was still hesitating, the shadow under the street lamp suddenly moved. At first, the speed was not fast, but it was accelerating visibly.

He Ming panicked immediately. If he missed this ghost, he would have no other chance!

He made up his mind and gritted his teeth and gambled!

He bet that he could successfully become a ghost rider!

He rushed forward and reached out to the shadow. He didn't touch anything, but his body suddenly felt an extreme chill.

Like the two poles of a magnet meeting, the shadow quickly moved closer to He Ming. The positions of the two overlapped, and the supernatural power squeezed and invaded his body, and an unprecedented pain swept through his body.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

The bone-piercing pain in his heart lasted for a while, and He Ming managed not to cry out, only humming a few times.

The cold feeling gradually replaced the pain, as if standing naked outside in winter, my whole body felt uncomfortable.

He Ming's legs trembled and he took a few breaths, "Did I succeed? I knew I would succeed! Hahahaha..."

The protagonists in the novel are all like this. No matter how low the probability is, they can always become the lucky European Emperor!

He walked to the glass door of a nearby store and took a look at his current situation. His face was pale and there was no trace of a living person. The joy gradually faded, and he began to wonder again what kind of magical ability he had.

He lowered his head to look at the human skin paper, but this time there was no response from the human skin paper. Instead, the grass on the side was stimulated by some unknown source, and suddenly grew wildly, and suddenly wrapped around He Ming's ankle.

He Ming struggled desperately. He knew very well how dangerous these grasses were. Unfortunately, it backfired. The more he struggled, the more grass grew on his legs. It had even pierced his clothes and directly touched his skin!

"What is my ability!" He Ming resisted in panic, subconsciously activating the supernatural power in his body, and instantly felt that he was freed from his restraints.

The ghost grass entangled in his legs passed through his body, like passing through a phantom, unable to touch him at all!

"It's amazing!" He Ming was overjoyed. He could clearly feel that he could activate this illusory state at any time and be immune to most attacks.

"Although it has no offensive ability, its life-saving ability is absolutely top-notch. No wonder the human skin paper reminded me that I must control this ghost to survive!"

After fussing for a while, He Ming remembered that he had more important things to do. He had to go back and save people!