Wen Zhong searched on the website for a moment and quickly found a post about the classification of the levels of ghosts.
When I opened it, there was a line of small text on it:
This article only uses the degree of harm as the basis for classification, and does not represent the terrifying level of the ghost itself.
Level C: Restricted level.
Evil ghosts fixed in a certain area are somewhat dangerous and not contagious.
Class B: Dangerous level.
Fierce ghosts that have the ability to wander are very dangerous and have a certain degree of spread.
Level A: disaster level.
If left unchecked, it can kill a city's population within a certain period of time. It is extremely dangerous and has considerable spread potential.
S level: Destruction level.
It can no longer be measured in terms of danger. It has the ability to destroy the population of several cities. If it cannot be contained, it can even destroy a country.
"So that's it, there are four levels of evil spirits in total." Wen Zhong roughly understood that this level of harm only indicates the degree of harm to humans, and has nothing to do with the terror of the evil ghosts themselves.
Let’s use an analogy.
There are two people of equal strength, but one of them sleeps all day long and the other likes to make trouble everywhere. Then the person who likes to make trouble must be much more harmful than the person who likes to sleep.
"This level classification has no practical effect. It can only be used as a reference at most." Wen Zhong shook his head and closed the post. If he really encountered a fierce ghost, no matter what level he was, he would not be able to escape death.
He continued to browse other information, and one of the posts titled "Tips of Ghost Controllers" caught Wen Zhong's eyes. He indeed knew very little about the information related to Ghost Controllers.
Wen Zhong looked at it, his expression gradually became serious, his brows furrowed, and he saw this sentence written in the post:
In fact, controlling the ghost is not as glorious as everyone imagines. On the contrary, it is a very desperate thing. If the ghost controller does not control it and squanders the supernatural power, he will soon die from the resurrection of the ghost.
Moreover, even if they can guarantee that they will not use their supernatural power even once after controlling the ghost, most ghost controllers will not live for more than one year, and they will have to live in the pain of being corroded by the ghost every day.
The post also mentioned at the end that countries around the world are actively researching ways to extend the lifespan of ghost masters, but the current research progress is not ideal.
"Is this the final fate of those involved in the supernatural?" Wen Zhong felt cold after reading the post. He did not expect that the consequences of controlling a powerful ghost would be so serious.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that after eating braised pork yesterday, his condition had become much better. Only ghosts can deal with ghosts. This sentence came to Wen Zhong's mind again.
If the ghost fungus he controls is considered one ghost, then the ghost meat contaminated with the supernatural powers of the powerful ghost is considered another ghost.
Using his own body as the battlefield, the two ghosts' powers first collided with each other, then restrained each other, and finally reached a delicate balance, and this balance may be the key to improving his condition.
"If I ate ten or eight pieces of meat yesterday, would I no longer have to worry about the ghost's resurgence? No, the sequelae would be enough to kill me." Wen Zhong regretted a little.
After turning off the web page, Wen Zhong patiently browsed other information. After roughly enriching his knowledge reserve, he turned off the computer and stood up to leave the Internet cafe.
He was going to go to the night market again and try to get more braised pork, because that was the only way he could think of to save himself. Even if he couldn't eat it all at once, he could save it for later.
Although the Daan Night Market doesn't open until evening, it's still a good idea to go there early and make some preparations.
Just when Wen Zhongxi was thinking carefully about how to act at night, he suddenly felt as if he had hit something, and then an "ouch" came out.
"Damn it, who doesn't have eyes dare to bump into me, Prince Huang Long Huang of Da'an!" The voice was very familiar, and Wen Zhong immediately remembered that this person was the little Huang Mao whom he had taught him a lesson in the Internet cafe yesterday.
I saw him scolding and getting up.
Then he looked up and saw that the person who bumped into him was actually Wen Zhong. His face instantly became a little ugly, but he still said stubbornly: "It's actually you, kid. I was just saying I was going to find you, but I didn't expect to meet him here."
"Looking for me?" Wen Zhong frowned and wiped the dust off his body. "It seems like you don't care about eating and not taking fights. The scar healed so quickly and you forgot about the pain."
After that, he took a step forward and stared directly at Huang Mao. Last time, he didn't want to kill someone in front of the children, so he let this scumbag go, but now...
"Okay, Xiao Huang, we are all friends, why are we fighting and killing each other?"
Just when Wen Zhong was about to attack Huang Mao, a young man came over and separated the two of them with a wave of his hand. Judging from his age, he looked similar to Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong saw the person clearly and clenched his fists unconsciously.
The visitor's name was Fang Dezhao, Wen Zhong's class monitor at the university. Relying on his strong financial background, he often targeted Wen Zhong.
"Wen Zhong, it's rare that the squad leader comes out to help you, why don't you say thank you."
At this time, several more people walked out from behind Fang Dezhao and Prince Huang. One of the women walked directly to Wen Zhong and said with a smile: "Wen Zhong, you must learn to be grateful as a human being."
The girl who spoke was named Li Mu. Wen Zhong was also a stranger to several other people, and they were all his classmates.
"Yes, Wen Zhong, you have to say thank you anyway." The person who spoke this time was named Gu He, who was Fang Dezhao's little follower.
"Thank you? Li Mu and Gu He, you two like to be dogs and don't get in trouble with me." Wen Zhong said coldly: "And Fang Dezhao, if I know that you actually hang out with this kind of person, I'm afraid I'll have to take action from you.
It may have jumped out from the coffin board."
After saying that, he waved to the others to say hello and prepared to turn around and leave.
As for Huang Mao, Wen Zhong didn't want to argue with him anymore in front of his classmates. There would be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future.
"Wait a minute, Wen Zhong." Fang Dezhao looked a little ugly after being scolded by Wen Zhong, but he still forced out a false smile and said: "It's a rare encounter, why don't you go to the amusement park in the city center with us?
, you probably haven’t been there yet.”
"Of course, I paid for the tickets for you." He added at the end.
Wen Zhong frowned and turned around to say something, but his eyes met a concerned look.
That person's name is Li Ruohan, who is also the deputy monitor of Wen Zhong's class. Unlike the flamboyant Fang Dezhao, she is usually low-key and takes great care of Wen Zhong.
Of course, Wen Zhong cannot know why Li Ruohan cared for him so much, but in fact Wen Zhong did receive care from him.
"How about Wen Zhong, I still have a few tickets to the haunted house here. My uncle got them for me with great difficulty. But I remember that you seem to like ghosts very much."
At this time, Fang Dezhao saw Li Ruohan looking at Wen Zhong with such concern, and couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart. Upon seeing this, he immediately took out a few tickets from his pocket and shook them towards Wen Zhong.
"You are so generous, monitor." Wen Zhong came to his senses and took two steps forward, staring directly at Fang Dezhao. He took out the ticket in his hand and tore it into pieces, then turned around and left without giving anything else to anyone else.
Opportunities to retain people.
"Wen Zhong, you..."
Fang Dezhao's face was livid, and he looked at Wen Zhong's leaving figure. He stopped Huang Mao, who was about to go up to find trouble. After a while, he squeezed out a forced smile, stretched out his hand to wave to the others and continued walking towards the amusement park.
The time comes at night.
Wen Zhong has arrived at the night market. Although it has not officially opened yet, many merchants have already started setting up stalls.
He found a place to sit down casually, when Wen Zhong's cell phone suddenly heard a text message alert.
I took it out and saw that the sender was actually Li Ruohan.
"Wen Zhong, are you okay? I see you haven't come to school in the past two days. Everyone is very worried about you."
Wen Zhong thought for a while and replied: "I have something to do at home these two days. I wish you all a good time."
Wen Zhong then sent the phone number of the satellite phone to Li Ruohan, telling her that her previous mobile phone card might be deactivated, and stated that she could contact him at any time if she needed help.
He did this purely to repay Li Ruohan for taking care of him in the past, and had no other intentions.
After waiting for a while, there was no new message. Wen Zhong smiled to himself, put the phone back in his pocket, and started to squat.