Chapter 3: Atheists?
It is an extremely remote and pristine cemetery. On a June day, the environment here is markedly different from other places, with an eerie and cold atmosphere.
"Brother Yang, why did you bring me to the cemetery?" Wang Tianluo is familiar with his name as Brother Yang Jianwen. He's weird, could it be that he's here? It's just that he is an atheist and doesn't believe in ghosts and gods.
Yang Jianwen smiled, "Take off your crystal pendant, you will know when the time comes." ”
Wang Tianluo hesitated and said, "Grandpa Zhang Han said that it can't be taken off." ”
The cemetery is huge, and the two are on the edge of the cemetery. Yang Jianwen took the lead and walked towards the cemetery, and Wang Tianluo followed Yang Jianwen closely with the pendant on his chest in one hand.
After walking for a while, he looked at Yang Jianwen, and finally ripped off the crystal pendant on his chest. There is an inexplicable trust in Yang Jianwen in his heart.
"Give it to me." Yang Jianwen stretched out his hand to ask Wang Tianluo to hand over the pendant.
Since Wang Tianluo had already taken off the crystal pendant, he did not hesitate anymore and directly handed over the pendant. He handed the pendant to Yang Jianwen, who had a hint of abuse at the corner of his mouth.
"You walk slowly forward a hundred meters." Yang Jianwen said with a smile.
Wang Tianluo looked ahead, he knew what Yang Jianwen wanted him to see, so he didn't have any worries or doubts. After hearing Yang Jianwen's words, he walked forward.
Yang Jianwen just stood quietly, and the banter at the corners of his mouth became more and more intense.
Wang Tianluo walked forward step by step, he became deaf and clear after experiencing that mutation, and he paid attention to his surroundings at this time. After walking more than ten steps, suddenly the insects that were originally chirping became silent, with a dead atmosphere.
The terrifyingly quiet environment at this moment made Wang Tianluo, an atheist, feel a little drumming in his heart. He swallowed, but moved his steps forward.
I had just moved a few steps when I suddenly felt like I was being targeted by something, and my back was a little chilly. He stopped and looked around, and though he could see nothing by the moonlight.
Wang Tianluo was not small, and he continued to walk forward. He is also very paranoid and terrifying, he wants to see what is there, is it possible that there are really ghosts, he doesn't believe it.
Over time. He felt that he had walked a long way, but when he came back to his senses in a trance, he found that he had not moved a single step, as if his fugue had just been too empty.
Wang Tianluo was a little confused, did he move, or was it all an illusion just now? However, he felt that something was wrong, could it be that the ghost of the legend hit the wall?
At this time, on a tombstone near Wang Tianluo, I don't know when a woman in red appeared, staring at Wang Tianluo with a faint gaze, and her eyes with a dead air were hot.
Wang Tianluo's body trembled, and finally a kind of fear permeated his heart. He couldn't see the face of the woman in red clearly, he could only feel the blazing eyes, and he could only tell from the shape of her body that it was a woman.
This strange scene made Wang Tianluo certain of one thing, and it also made him see what he wanted to see. Looking back at dusk, I wanted to find Yang Jianwen. It's okay not to look back, but when I turned around, Yang Jianwen's figure didn't know where to go. Even the cars in the distance are gone.
A breeze blew, Wang Tianluo was terrified, and a chill rushed from his spine to the back of his head.
He didn't dare turn his head around, because he had a gut feeling that the woman in red had already reached him. Wang Tianluo maintained a stiff posture, and didn't even have time to think about where Yang Jianwen had gone or complain about Yang Jianwen, his heart was blank.
Some things don't happen if you don't want to face them. Soon, a cold air spread from his Heavenly Spirit Gai to his backbone and spread throughout his body, and he felt a feeling of freezing all over his body, and a cold air hit his neck.
"Giggles..." At this time, there was also that strange laughter in his ears, and the laughter was extremely penetrating. At the same time, a cold palm landed on his shoulder, and a cold breath seemed to freeze him, and that cold went straight to the bottom of his heart, suffocating him.
Wang Tianluo has learned Sanda and is still a master, so it is useless to be afraid at this time. He directly pressed the palm above his shoulder, his eyes closed, turned around and twisted his waist to resist the shoulder fall.
Even though it was night, he still closed his eyes, he was afraid of what he saw, everything was based on his feelings. He fell out of something, and it didn't seem to be a person. It's too light, lighter than a piece of clothing, like cotton wool, but it really feels like it's a person.
As soon as he threw it out, he immediately felt as if his whole body was imprisoned, and a seeping laughter echoed around him, as if mocking and seeming to be excited.
He lost control of his body and was unable to move.
The only thing that could be seen in the cemetery was Wang Tianluo standing still, trembling and trembling. Suddenly, a blazing heat came out of his body, and the clothes on his body were instantly ignited, and he instantly turned into a burning man, as if spontaneous combustion was very terrifying.
The fierce light of the fire illuminated the surroundings, but at this moment, a strong wind began to blow around, and the terrible and sharp sound did not know whether it was the wind or who made it.
Woohoo...
The poignant and shrill voice was chaotic, like an and seemed to be angry...
Wang Tianluo trembled, surrounded by a cold and gloomy body, and the strange thing was extracting something from his body, which stimulated a strange illness that he hadn't had for a few days. And he also completely let this strange disease unleash, which is very terrifying.
It felt like a person who suddenly had strange powers that had been suppressing his strength, but at this time it was completely released, and this release made him crazy and a little incredulous.
Roar!!!
Wang Tianluo roared and resisted, but still couldn't move. The woman in red was extremely weird, even if she had that terrifying god-like ability, she could only let her fish and flesh.
The woman in red was sucking something on Wang Tianluo's body, and her appearance seemed extremely enjoyable and comfortable, like an addict.
"Almost" Yang Jianwen was under a big tree at the edge of the cemetery, he crossed his arms and smiled on his chest, and suddenly he frowned slightly and looked at the west, "You have to go, otherwise it's too big." ”
He disappeared under the tree, and his figure appeared next to Wang Tianluo like a ghost, reaching out on his shoulder and pulling him away.
The silver-gray sedan on the edge of the cemetery immediately started and left the cemetery at a hurry.
Yang Jianwen had just left when a man in a black cloak appeared on the edge of the cemetery. At this time, the wind and rain stopped, except for the fire and the smell of burnt in the place where Wang Tianluo stayed, but other than that, it seemed that nothing had happened just now.
The man in the black cloak was eerie, the grass and trees were dead where he appeared, he stared at the center of the cemetery, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.
A silver-gray sedan was parked next to a highway, and Wang Tianluo in the car regained a little strength, and he said weakly, "Brother Yang, what is that?" ”
Although he was about to faint in the end, he could still sense that Yang Jianwen took him away, and at this time he only had curiosity in his heart, which undoubtedly made him see another world tonight, a different world.
Yang Jianwen turned around, but he didn't expect this guy to recover so calmly at this time, and he was only curious. With a slight smile on his face, he said, "Ghost." ”
"Uh..."
Although there have been speculations for a long time, it is still so strange to say it from Yang Jianwen's mouth. Are there really ghosts in this world? Yang Jianwen didn't explain too much, but said.
"The so-called magician also has another name for the ability, but there is a difference between the magician and the ability, and there is a common characteristic between the two, that is, they are often the food of some strange existence..."
Wang Tianluo swallowed his saliva, and he suddenly shuddered when it seemed that the woman in red seemed to have taken something from himself just now. At the same time, I was even more shocked in my heart, whether it was an ability or a magician, it seemed that they should be extremely powerful, how could they become food for such strange things?
Yang Jianwen understood what he was thinking, and he smiled, "This is just a relationship, it can't be absolute." Of course, for some junior magicians or capable people, this is almost absolute, and that is a plate of deliciousness. ”
Wang Tianluo understood a little.
"You have accumulated too much spiritual power, and if you want to learn self-control, you have to take it step by step, so let that female ghost suck up most of your spiritual power." Yang Jianwen said that this is also the reason why he let the female ghost suck Wang Tianluo's spiritual power.
Wang Tianluo didn't care very much, but asked, "What magicians and capable people have in common is spiritual power?" And that weird thing needs to be fed with spiritual power? ”
Yang Jianwen smiled and nodded, "Almost." Natural ghost things are extremely difficult to form, and most of the formed ghost things belong to some strange people or some demon cultivators. After their owners die, they lose their restraint and may be suppressed by metaphysical masters everywhere, either hiding and cultivating, or dissipating like energy bodies..."
The silver-black sedan was very fast, and Yang Jianwen liked Wang Tianluo more and more, this guy was very much in line with his appetite, so he talked to him a lot.
From Yang Jianwen's narration, Wang Tianluo learned that basically that kind of weird thing can restrain the ability or magician. And the nemesis of this strange thing is the metaphysical master, in the words of Huaxia, the mage, the heavenly master.
Of course, Wang Tianluo also felt that Yang Jianwen had some things that he didn't say, such as Yang Jianwen himself being a capable person? Enchanter? Or a metaphysician. For example, what is the specific concept of a metaphysician?
However, Wang Tianluo didn't ask too much. He had enough information to digest tonight.
"You continue to carry the pendant that Zhang Han gave you, don't reveal your identity outside. With your situation at this time, being seen by some demon cultivators is simply a... He smiled and shook his head.
Wang Tianluo took the pendant placed on the car in his hand, and then asked seriously, "Brother Yang, then how can I control this ability of mine, and what kind of magician do I belong to?" ”
He was very curious, in fact, he wanted to ask how to cultivate and something like that.
Yang Jianwen was very refined, he first smiled and said, "Unless you step into the Demon Dao, there is no so-called cultivation method. Just like human strength and physical strength are the same, you can only find your unique way of exercising after you are in control. ”
He smiled, "As for how to control it, I will hand it over to you slowly during this time, you are a fire magician." It has absolute suppression of some fire-based abilities. ”
Wang Tianluo smiled when he heard the latter sentence, and finally found his advantage.
"Everything in the world is mutually reinforcing, and nothing is absolute. No matter how strong a person is, he will die if he is hit in the head by a bullet, but a bullet cannot kill a ghost, and a fledgling master of metaphysics is definitely the object that ghosts are afraid of and dare not provoke. Yang Jianwen said with a smile and Wang Tianluo.
Wang Tianluo is an aspiring young man, he has a deep background, and it can be said that he has a good life and a great future, because of this, it is really difficult to arouse his interest in ordinary things. And the world he just set foot in made him feel a kind of blood boiling.