The underworld walks in the wind and snow, and the second volume of the second chapter of the Heterogeneous Stream Year is the five directions of the ghost situation

I am a small person, born in a remote rural village in Northeast China, and after failing the college entrance examination, I devoted myself to solving the cause of my third uncle's illness, but because of this, I entered a strange world. www.biquge.info In this world, there are incomparably strange tombs, conspiracies that have been brewing for thousands of years, and skilled tomb robbers, but there are also unswerving feelings and unforgettable experiences. At this point, that filthy business has become the ultimate cause in my heart, and I have become a part of it myself, whether I admit it or not. But this process also made me irreversible, and the original intention of saving others eventually made me fall into a situation where I could not save myself and was exhausted, and I could never return to my previous life.

Now, in order to be able to get some way to crack my detached soul from the people around me, I have to follow them resignedly.

It's a slightly wider space again, and the light is a little dim. In front of them stood several samurai, samurai of all kinds. Some wore Chinese martial arts costumes, some wore Japanese karate costumes, and there were two foreign fighters, one black and one white. The person who brought me in introduced: "This is our martial artist, I want to try my skills with you, isn't it you?"

I'm a little surprised, this is a lineup against top masters! How can it be used against a gangster like me? I don't even have a so-called master in my own family kung fu, can I cope with the current situation? It seems that they are treating me as a warrior as the priest said! Since I came, I can't admit defeat and leave, I also want to try what kind of power my own kung fu has, just since I was a child, I have been practicing against Brother Cheng since I was a child, and now I have never encountered a really decent opponent, lonely! But I suspect that I am a little dead myself. Now that you've found this, let's fight!

I nodded, and the pastor said, "You can choose one or more of them to fight against you, you can stop at any time, please!"

I stepped forward, feeling that these martial artists were all planning to kill, and the psychology was to take my life. But all the martial artists have a kind of fear, for some reason, are they also a little afraid of me? I can't see their path, so I just point to a random martial artist.

It's a Chinese martial artist, and he bows to me. The next second, it suddenly came and took my life! I still have no definite fear of the situation I am facing, but the fierce face of the martial artist suddenly aroused my anger. I've been obedient all the way, although I have a purpose, but I haven't done anything to disagree, of course, they also have an unpredictable purpose for me, but they made such a formation to test me, and I have to let you know that I'm not a vegetarian today!

I don't feel the pain in my body, but I don't want to get hurt because I want to find a way to get my head down and be myself as I used to be. But my inspiration is extremely sensitive, and I know from what angle he is going to attack me before the martial artist moves, and of course he will react as soon as possible, but his kung fu is really not covered. I didn't dare to slack off, and fought with him with my sensitive senses and painless body. I was very serious, my movements were not as sharp and swift as his, but the moves were all reacted to before him. This is clearly the way of playing of the old naughty boy, a battle-experienced martial artist who was played by me a little bit of Kongtong. The warrior was furious, too, but his rage could not compete with my prophetic countermeasures. After fighting like this for a moment, the martial artist was out of breath and bowed to the wind. I was a little complacent when I discovered that I had such a wonderful ability, and I was angry again when the Japanese karate martial artist came over and pounced on me without saluting.

After fighting four or five martial artists, I felt a little bored. In fact, such a thrilling martial arts fight is unreasonable for me to say in such an ordinary tone, but my feeling at that moment was really so plain that even the last pride was not very obvious. All of them are not simple martial artists, and they all want to hit me hard, but I only suffered a few minor injuries. It's not a minor injury, but it's not that obvious. But I felt it, and it seems that kung fu can be practiced in this way, and ignoring my own feelings can also make the injury much lighter. I suddenly had a feeling, do these martial artists really want my life? Are they really that powerful?

Then someone who looked like a doctor came to examine my injuries and gave me some medicine, intending to put ice on me to relieve the pain, but I refused!

Then the pastor led us to dinner, and everyone laughed and complimented me that I had tried to take my life just now, but now it was as if it was not like that.

After eating, the priest led me to another room, and I felt that the formation was a little wrong, although it was not the scene of the battle just now, but it was a different kind of fun. Outside, it was a valley surrounded by five high hills, and a mountain path winded in front of a hut that looked heavy and old, with few windows. There were flickering candles inside, and I couldn't see the inside of the house with my eyes, but I could feel it clearly. A table, a chair, and a bed were not against the wall, and five oil lamps were evenly placed on the wall, as if they were not lit for the sake of light at all, and it was too dim. The beds, tables and chairs are very clean, and there is a nice bathroom, which is basically sleepable. However, this house seems to be too weird for ordinary people to live in.

The pastor said, "In view of your status, I have to let you live here first, and if you have any needs, please feel free to let us know, we can do our best to accommodate them." ”

Me: "I need? Can you guess what I need? At least not in such a prison. ”

Pastor: "This is a sacred place where only the greatest of us can live, and only such a place is worthy of it." Food utensils will be brought to you, so please stay in peace!"

Me: "Am I in captivity?"

Pastor: "No, it's waiting!"

Me: "How long will it take?"

Pastor: "It won't be long!" he bowed slightly, turned and went out.

I don't care about claustrophobia, I actually enjoy it, but I mainly think that it is impossible for such a house to keep me, and they have other purposes. I want to see what they want to do, I want to get the method of surrender in their hands, "If you want to take it, you must first take it!" Listen to them for the time being, and see what tricks they have.

I examined the room, didn't see anything unusual, and lay down on the bed with my Mongolian knife in my arms and meditated. Soon my body fell asleep, but my mind fell into a different realm.

Darkness, endless darkness, darker than the eyes of the ghost of the cold shop. I didn't even know why I had to stay in my body and didn't dare to move, for fear that I wouldn't be able to find the return trip. In this way, I can only think and guess what is going on? I could still see the light spots in the ground and see the gelatinous interface when I left the soul, but now everything is gone. My inspiration was gone, it was completely dark, even my own consciousness was invisible, what was going on? How long would this be? What would happen next? Apparently put on the pitch by the priest, who said that he could control me, that it must be a means for them to control me! They understand that I can go anywhere and learn their secrets. Now there is only one way, and that is to wait for my body to wake up, and I try to control my body to sit up. I didn't wake up, I sat up, I reached out and touched the table and chair, but I couldn't touch it! I couldn't even touch the sheets under me, it wasn't that my senses weren't sensitive, it wasn't that there was not even a little obstacle, I was even suspended with my body and thoughts. I fumbled and pulled out the knife, thinking that the knife was actually in my hand, and I couldn't see it, but the wonderful thing was that the blade of the knife shone like a thin line! There was no myself, no handle, no hand, only a thin line, which was my blade. The blade hangs in the air and is controlled by my mind, as if I was holding such a thin hard wire, but there is no me at all!

The blade was bright, but it didn't emit much effective light, only to show that it was there in complete darkness and under my control. I swung my knife sharply, and a fan-shaped surface of light suddenly flashed. The glowing effect of a glossy surface is different, and it suddenly shines a little. At this moment, I saw a thing, I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a beast, only a face, covered with dark blood, no empty eye sockets staring coldly at me, and the flesh and skin on the face were messy. I was startled, even though I didn't feel sensitive. "Who?" I exclaimed, at least there was something around me, much better than the so-called endless darkness. After a long time, there was a voice----no, it wasn't a sound, it was that kind of consciousness communicating with me.

"That's a knee-jerk inquiry, and your question doesn't stop there!"

I said, "What do you want to do?" and I guessed there was more than one thing in the dark.

"That's up to you, what do you want us to do?"

"Just send some light, don't chat in the dark, everyone!" is still my subconscious demand, and it seems that my thinking is not so advanced.

"When has it ever been dark? The whole universe has never been dark. Why do you feel dark?"

"I know I'm not as esoteric as you, ・・・・・・but at least I can't see you!"

"That's your problem, or maybe it's a banned feeling, but at least you can still communicate, we can see you----- we can see it!"

I see, this room has blocked my perception, and these ghosts can only communicate with me through consciousness. But what do I do now?"So what do I do?

"Wait! There's no other way, and it's not that important, but you have more important things. ”

The most important thing that came to me was how I could get rid of it, and I wonder if these guys can know some of it. "I'm going to surrender, do you know something?" I regretted a little after asking, if these guys had any skills, why were they still here.

"You know what is falling? Not falling. "I knew it was just a vain question. "It's you who matters!"

"Myself, of course, how do I get out of here?"

"Ghosts have five turns, and doing other turns is as difficult as jumping and flying for humans. And the IQ of ghosts is insufficient, just like animals without self-consciousness, unable to do such difficult behaviors, so this five-way trapped ghost situation has in and out. But you're not a ghost, you're round, you can make any turn, and you can get out, as long as the ban is lifted. ”

"Oh, no, ghosts can't turn around?"

"I'm not talking about a five-way turn!"

"So you're different from them, why don't you go out?"

"I have what I have to do, I'm waiting!

"Don't you want to kill me, why are you so vicious in front of me?"

"Kill you, no one can kill a dead man!"

No one answered me, no light, no sound, no consciousness to communicate with me. I didn't know what to do, but I finally came up with a way to shake my knife and shake it into a ball of light, so I felt a lot of things.