The two evil spirits continued to wander around the campus.
The starving ghost did not notice that there was not a drop of blood on the clean tiles where it originally devoured Zhou Li, except for traces of supernatural erosion.
at the same time.
A figure gradually appeared on the glass door of the teaching building. The figure was complete and clear, and it was clearly that of Zhou Li.
After a moment, the glass rippled like water, and Zhou Li fell out of it stiffly.
Zhou Li fell to the ground, his face pale, his finger joints protruding and veins exposed, and he clung to the cracks in the ground.
His eyeballs were protruding and covered with bloodshot eyes. His body was shaking constantly, and the ground was soaked with cold sweat. He fell to the ground and howled in pain.
Against the dim background of the ghost world, the Knocker looks like a tragic victim.
The core ability of the mirror ghost is not to enter the mirror world or the mirror ghost realm, but to transform one's own mirror image into a substitute that can deceive the ghost.
One per month, no waiting after expiration date.
The production method is very simple: find a life-size mirror, inject the supernatural power of the mirror ghost, then stare at your own pupils in the mirror, and never blink no matter what happens.
As time passes, until I enter the mirror, the image in the mirror comes to reality.
At this time, you can use the power of the mirror ghost to walk out of the mirror world. If you walk out, you will have a clone that can die for you. If you cannot walk out, you will be replaced by the mirror image, and the person who looks in the mirror will become the nourishment for the growth of the mirror ghost.
.
This substitute clone is different from the scapegoat. The pain caused when the substitute dies will be transferred to the original body.
"Huh...huh..." Zhou Li gasped and slowly recovered.
The pain of his bones being crushed and his flesh and blood being torn apart. Coupled with the strange and ominous aura lingering around his soul, he felt lonely and helpless. If the system hadn't protected the origin of his soul in time, he would have died at the hands of a starving ghost.
Up.
"Made, you starving ghost, if I don't kill you, I won't give up my surname Zhou, you immortal ghost? Just wait for me!"
It can be said that Zhou Li saw with his own eyes that the starving ghost ate him bit by bit. Even if it had no self-awareness, this hatred was forged.
He never takes revenge overnight, otherwise he won't be able to sleep well all day long.
He sat down against the wall, looked at the thick and low dark clouds in the sky, and began to carefully analyze the current situation: "The system is completely unreliable. The mirror ghost that I control has too weak a supernatural level. Neither of the two ghosts can defeat it."
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Li murmured to himself: "We still have to find reinforcements!"
"First think of a way to lure the knocker away. There are too many variables with this thing."
Turning around and looking at the huge glass door, the mirror ghost's supernatural power condensed, and the glass turned into a water curtain again, and Zhou Li slowly walked in.
The mirror world is his home ground, and only here can he break through the ghost realm of the knocker.
If the hungry ghost hadn't been chasing him too closely, he would have slipped out long ago.
The supernatural power continued to gather, and after about half an hour, Zhou Li tried his best to pass through the black screen and came to an illusory world, where the gray-white ghost realm of the knocker seemed particularly fragile.
Looking at the boundary line of the ghost domain in front of him, Zhou Li became as illusory as the world and slowly walked out.
The illusory world outside the ghost realm is very beautiful. The light shines down from the sky. When it touches the wall, the entire building emits colorful light. Touch the wall lightly with your hand, and nine-color ripples spread from your fingertips to all sides.
…
No. 7 Middle School.
Minister Cao had not rested for three days. His swollen eyes were bloodshot. He looked at the young man in military uniform in front of him and asked, "Has the support arrived?"
Just as the young man was answering, an old voice came from outside the tent: "Xiao Cao, you go and have a rest first. I'll take care of you here."
"Old Wang..." Minister Cao spoke slowly, not knowing how to face the old man in front of him. His only grandson died in his own jurisdiction.
"I already know about Wang Cheng. It has nothing to do with you. Don't take the responsibility of those ghosts on yourself." Mr. Wang's eyes were wet and he pretended to be calm.
Then he walked to the table, looked at the monitor and the messy papers on the table, and asked in a low voice: "Haven't you found the pattern yet?"
"Not yet. Three ghost masters have gone to investigate, but no one has escaped yet."
at this time.
Dozens of computers on the table flashed at the same time, the original surveillance screen disappeared, and an eerie and terrifying atmosphere spread everywhere. A young man with a rosy face and black eyes emerged from it bit by bit.
He looked at the alert crowd around him and asked softly: "I heard that you want all the evil spirits inside to kill people?"
Jiang was still too old, so Wang Lao reacted first, pushed aside the guard in front of him, came to Zhou Li, and said: "Hello, my name is Wang Aiguo, and I am the highest-ranking officer here. What do I need to exchange for this
information?"
Go straight to the point, no nonsense, no moral kidnapping.
Mr. Wang has a very clear mind. Since he chose to appear in this way, it means that he wants something.
The situation is urgent now, and without knowing the opponent's strength, a tough attitude will be counterproductive.
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to be so cheerful.
"Hello, my name is Zhou Li. Because of some things, I need something that can trap evil ghosts." He took out a USB flash drive and handed it to Mr. Wang: "There is an audio file here, and the knocking ghost will
Hunt down everyone who hears this sound."
"But please note that it will only move when new cursed people appear. The method of blasting a loudspeaker in an uninhabited area will not work."
Mr. Wang took the USB flash drive tremblingly, looked at Zhou Li and said: "We only have one blood suit to trap the ghost, and we don't know if the talisman meets your requirements."
"I believe the official can come up with what I need. After all, this audio is not the only one." Zhou Li said with a faint smile.
Mr. Wang felt relieved and said with a smile, "Please believe in our sincerity. We will not turn away any talent."
Then he handed the USB disk to the technician and pointed to a place on the globe.
…
The scenery outside the car window changes, and a noisy street gradually appears in the field of vision. The houses in the urban area are very dense, and on the streets where people come and go, both men and women are rushing for life.
The bus lines in the city are very narrow, barely large enough for buses to travel. The terminal sign ahead clearly says in Japanese:
Tokyo Minami Station.
There was a young man in the car wearing a black sweater, wearing headphones and looking out the window quietly, playing with a tape recorder with both hands. It would automatically play music files for twenty minutes.
Suddenly he recalled the old plot in hero movies. As long as it was a bomb, the righteous protagonists could always successfully defuse it at the last second.
"Hmm~, twenty minutes is too long. There are too many uncertainties. Ten minutes is just right."
When the bus arrived at the stop, the door slowly opened, and people who had been waiting at the stop for a long time crowded into the bus like cans of sardines.
Only when most people got on the bus successfully could he squeeze out.
When I arrived at the bus stop, the sea breeze mixed with nuclear wastewater blew over my cheeks, and I watched the bus start to go away.
After praying for the passengers in the car, he placed the adjusted tape recorder under the seat, then quickly boarded a taxi and drove away.
If you get into trouble and get caught up in it, and those gangsters find out, you will be laughed at for at least a whole year.
On the LCD screen of the recorder, numbers composed of light yellow lights danced:
five…,
Four…,
three…,
two…,
one….
The numbers reset to zero and a knock sounded on the tape recorder.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom."
The knocker in the No. 7 Middle School raised his stiff neck and slowly moved his empty eyes into the distance.