The voice in his head repeated quickly over and over again, and Ming Chuan's mental consciousness was completely uncontrollable and followed the sound over and over again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ghost qi continued to increase and expand in his body, almost trying to completely blow him up.

Mingchuan was shocked and tried to forcibly stop this state through his own will.

The two forces are competing with each other in his consciousness, as if there are two forces using his consciousness to engage in a tug-of-war.

The pain in his head was like an explosion, and he almost wanted to scream.

Suddenly, both forces reached their peak at the same time, and then, as a prop for tug-of-war, consciousness collapsed.

The huge power exploded in his consciousness, and the ghost qi seemed to condense into an entity, turning into wisps of black in his body, and jumping wildly.

Mingchuan was full of excitement and came back to his senses.

What's going on?

Ming Chuan raised his head a little dazedly, and saw Zhai Feifei beside him, his face full of panic.

"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me. Zhai Feifei stared at Ming Chuan nervously, clutching his arm tightly with both hands, almost using all her strength, as if she was worried that as long as she let go of her hand slightly, Ming Chuan would disappear.

"I ......" Mingchuan just spoke, but found that his voice was hoarse.

Turning his head slightly, he noticed that he was sitting on the ground, his back against the platform where the corpse was placed, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. And his hair, at this time, also turned grayish-white.

His hand was empty, and he didn't summon a net bell or a ghost sword, but his state changed to a "ghost state".

"What's wrong with you? Does it matter? Do you need to call an ambulance?" Zhai Feifei was very anxious, she had never encountered this kind of battle, and she was in a mess for a while.

If it's an ordinary injury or illness, she won't lose her cool no matter what. But the state of Mingchuan is different. She didn't know if the average hospital would be able to help him with the situation.

At this time, seeing that Mingchuan's face was still ugly, but his eyes returned to clarity, Zhai Feifei breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked him about his situation.

Ming Chuan squeezed out a smile at her and said softly, "I'm fine, the old problem has suddenly attacked." ”

He spoke very easily, and his expression was as indifferent as before, but his pale face and sweat could not deceive people.

Zhai Feifei was still holding his arm, and the worry on her face showed no sign of subsiding at all.

"It really doesn't matter, you don't need to go to the hospital?" he didn't look like it didn't matter at all.

"Rest assured. After a few words, Ming Chuan eased up a little, raised his hand and patted the back of Zhai Feifei's hand, and said comfortingly, "I've been sick for many years, and I can't die." Besides, it's useless to go to the hospital. ”

"It's useless?" Zhai Feifei was shocked when she heard this, but she was even more worried in her heart.

"Well, it's related to ghosts, not a disease in the general sense. Ming Chuan didn't rush to stand up, so he sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

The staff who brought them in before had been standing at the door, although they saw Ming Chuan suddenly falling, but they didn't see the specific situation, and at this time, seeing that they hadn't stood up for a long time, they walked over with some doubts.

Ming Chuan heard the footsteps, his heart moved slightly, and his hair and eyes returned to normal.

Zhai Feifei didn't know the principle of the change in his appearance, he had become accustomed to this situation after seeing it many times, and he didn't feel anything.

But Ming Chuan was very surprised in his heart.

Originally, he couldn't rely on his own consciousness to change his appearance, because changing his appearance meant that the ghost energy in his body had the upper hand, suppressing the vitality of the living person, and making him turn into a "ghost state" like the dead. This state must be controlled by the Pure Bell or the Ghost Sword.

But at this time, he was able to control the ghost qi in his body as if he were controlling his own body, so that it could be retracted and released freely.

Does this have anything to do with the situation just now?

If Shadow Lan was around, he could ask if it could feel anything.

Although his heart was like a stormy wave, he remained silent on the surface and returned to his usual lazy expression. If it weren't for seeing his painful appearance before, Zhai Feifei would have thought that this guy was just sitting on the ground smoking a cigarette, and there was nothing wrong at all.

This is what the mortuary staff saw when they walked over.

"Smoking is not allowed here. The staff said with a frown.

When Ming Chuan heard this, he snuffed out the cigarette and still held it in his mouth.

The staff didn't say anything, urged a "hurry up", and walked to the door again.

Ming Chuan stood up, stretched out his hand again, and placed his palm on top of the corpse.

The surrounding ghost qi seemed to be attracted, and it converged towards the palm of his hand.

This time, Ming Chuan's body no longer felt the crazy surging ghost qi in his body, and everything was calm.

After feeling it a little, Ming Chuan withdrew his hand, circled around the woman twice, and then gently uncovered the list covering her.

The deceased was wearing clothes before his death, and because it was summer, it was very thin. The top is a colorful satin short-sleeved shirt, and the bottom is a pair of loose five-point pants.

The body looked to have been treated and there were not many traces.

Ming Chuan half-squinted and searched carefully, and sure enough, he found some clues.

He walked around the platform to the deceased's right hand, gently held up her right hand, and examined it carefully.

"What's wrong?" Zhai Feifei walked over with some confusion.

"Look. Ming Chuan pointed to the other party's wrist.

Zhai Feifei leaned over, looked carefully, and sure enough, she saw a faint mark on the woman's wrist.

"This is ......," Zhai Feifei frowned.

"Like the marks left after being caught like this?" Ming Chuan said and held Zhai Feifei's wrist with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, the other three fingers were cocked, and the thumb and index finger were slightly forced, and after they were released, a pale pink mark was left on Zhai Feifei's fair skin.

"Well, it's kind of like that. Zhai Feifei nodded.

"Do you remember Old Man Zhang?" Ming Chuan raised his head and looked at Zhai Feifei with drooping eyelids.

"He said he had a heart attack, but the back of his neck ......," Zhai Feifei said and blinked, "Is it the same 'thing'?"

"I don't know. Ming Chuan shook his head, "It's not certain yet." ”

"Need to see the old man's body to be sure?" Zhai Feifei asked.

Akekawa said, "It's best if you can look at it, but even if you look at it, you can't necessarily confirm it." ”

Two or three days have passed since Old Man Zhang's death, and he can't say whether he can still leave his breath.

"Anyway, let's go check it out first. Zhai Feifei said.

"Hmm. Ming Chuan nodded in agreement. (To be continued.) )