Ordinary ghosts will not be photographed by cameras or cameras, but some powerful ghosts will occasionally show their form under the exposure of the camera because of their relatively high energy, so that ordinary people can also see their figures. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But Mingchuan didn't come to watch the video for this.

For him, whether it's a video or a photo, everything he captures is the reality of the same. As long as it is a "thing" that he can see in the world, it can also be seen in the video.

All ghosts, regardless of energy or weakness, are able to manifest in videos and photos. So all the videos he sees, including the film and television works that are played, are different from what ordinary people see. There will always be some inexplicable cameo characters in it.

Therefore, after listening to Zhai Feifei's proposal, Ming Chuan just shook his head slightly.

Since the figure of the imp was not found in the video, even if he went to the scene, there would be no new discoveries. There's no need to make a special trip.

Smoking a cigarette in silence, Mingchuan moved his gaze out of the hallway.

The clear sky is disgustingly blue.

Spit out the last puff of smoke and snuff out the remaining cigarette butts between his fingers, Ming Chuan turned his head to look at Zhai Feifei and said, "If possible, I want to go and see the bodies of Old Man Zhang and the woman who died today." ”

Zhai Feifei's face showed a slight look of embarrassment, and after thinking about it, she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll help you get in touch." ”

After a pause, Zhai Feifei seemed to remember something, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I can't still have Team Yan, it's definitely no problem to find him." ”

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Zhai Feifei's movements were fast, and she didn't know what method she used, so she didn't wait for the afternoon to take Mingchuan to the morgue of the local hospital.

"You move quickly, this will soon be taken away by the family. The staff in white coats reminded them after leading them in.

"Mm-hmm, right away. Zhai Feifei assured with a smiling face.

Listening to her assurance, the man just wrinkled his nose and didn't say anything, leaving the two of them inside while he stood in the doorway.

As soon as he walked into the cold morgue, Ming Chuan felt a suffocating pain in his chest.

This kind of place has a greater impact on him than a hospital.

The ghost qi in his body seemed to be stimulated, and he shouted wildly. He had to expend more energy to keep them down.

Mingchuan knew that he couldn't stay here for long.

Frowning, he slowly walked to the high platform where the corpse was placed.

The body of the middle-aged woman was very well preserved, and after treatment, there was almost no damage visible from the appearance, and the tragedy of the death in the car accident could not be reflected at all.

Ming Chuan endured the pain in his chest and stretched out his right hand towards the corpse.

When the palm of his hand came to the top of the corpse, he could still feel the cold air even through the gloves.

The ghostly aura that spread through the air seemed to sense something, and suddenly gathered towards his palm.

Ming Chuan's face turned pale, and he suddenly withdrew his hand and retreated again and again.

The ghostly energy gathered in his body surged wildly, trying to break through the oppression and shackles. A cold cold current flowed through his blood, like thousands of needles flowing everywhere in his veins.

The unbearable stinging pain made Mingchuan break out in a cold sweat all over his body.

Zhai Feifei saw that Mingchuan's face suddenly changed, beads of sweat the size of beans kept appearing on her forehead, she didn't know what was going on, and asked nervously and anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Ming Chuan didn't have the strength to speak, so he just shook his head slightly. The whole body was concentrated in his body, trying to suppress the ghost energy that was trying to break through the shackles.

Since coming to S City, this situation has not happened, and for a few months, Ming Chuan has almost forgotten the pain of this ghost qi raging in his body. However, he didn't expect that the long-term depression not only did not alleviate his symptoms, but made the ghost qi in his body even more crazy.

The sudden outburst not only made him feel more pain than he had ever felt before, but also made him almost turn to ashes after so many years of hard work and suppression.

A dark ghostly aura rose from the soles of his feet and quickly enveloped his entire body. Zhai Feifei's anxious face was quickly obscured by the black mist, and she looked like she was in another world.

Ming Chuan tried hard to keep his consciousness awake, he knew that once he fainted at this time, he would be swallowed by the ghost qi in an instant, and there would not even be scum left.

The net bell must be activated immediately, so that the current situation can be suppressed by consuming ghost energy.

However, in his current state, he just wanted to keep his consciousness awake and needed to put in all his efforts, and he didn't have any extra mental power to summon Jingling.

The whole body was surrounded by darkness, and the whole person was like being in an ice cellar, and there was no other feeling except cold and pain.

I couldn't see or hear, I felt like I was isolated from the world.

The whole body seemed to be suspended in the air, the cold liquid completely wrapped itself, as if in the mother's womb, gradually, the pain was no longer so intense, the body seemed to be slowly shaking in the cradle, and a strange ease and comfort slowly spread from the soles of the feet.

The eyelids grew heavier, and thinking became a burden.

"Mingchuan!"

A loud shout exploded in his ears, startling him.

"Mingchuan, what's wrong with you?" Zhai Feifei's voice sounded from the darkness, full of concern and anxiety.

The darkness gradually faded from front of my eyes, and the pain in my whole body hit again.

"Hmm......" Ming Chuan unconsciously groaned in a low voice.

A strange language came to his mind, like someone whispering in his ear.

The voice was unfamiliar, a language he had never heard before, and it didn't sound like any other language that existed in the world. However, for some reason, Mingchuan found that he could understand.

The words in his mind were describing a martial art, the one that Takayama Kaguya had given him before.

It's just that Takayama Kaguya only told him the first two styles, but at this time, this language completely repeats the next few styles.

Ming Chuan quickly understood that this was exactly the method contained in that set of martial arts to control and manipulate the "qi" in the body.

What's the matter? Is it Kaguya Takayama?

The pain made him have no time to think, and his body subconsciously followed the voice in his head.

To be precise, his body did not move, but his consciousness moved with the words.

This set of martial arts was originally created by Takayama Kaguya in combination with what he had learned to enhance and control the "qi" in his body, but at this time, Mingchuan used it to control the "ghost qi".

Anger and ghost energy are originally things with similar attributes, but in fact, they have very similar attributes in the original source.

Completely opposite, yet essentially the same. This contradictory nature gives Ming Chuan a strange effect when controlling the ghost qi.

With the rotation of his mind, Ming Chuan could clearly feel that the ghost qi in his body suddenly increased several times, and this change made him startled and wanted to stop.

However, he found that his mind could not be stopped. (To be continued.) )