Chapter 141 Evil Ghost
Wu You felt that something was a bit noisy.
The noisy sound was like the fluttering wings of small insects such as mosquitoes and flies in his ears, making him uneasy.
Strange, are there still these little bugs in this house?
Moreover, if it was not his illusion, he always felt that his big villa, which was kept at 26 degrees Celsius 24 hours a day, seemed to have been air-conditioned in recent days. The air in the villa, which came from somewhere, was extremely and ridiculously cold.
Wu You spent a long time searching out of curiosity, occasionally using some skills gained from the simulator.
Finally, he found with regret that perhaps it was just because his mind was not at peace that the noise in his ears was caused.
The whole villa was still as quiet and peaceful as before, so quiet that it seemed to have a warm and eerie feel.
"It's still the same prison." Wu You felt a little sad as he spoke.
"In the blink of an eye, I don't even know how long I've been here. Do I have to wait until the chickens have eaten all the rice, the dogs have licked all the noodles, the candles have burned out, and the fire has burned through the lock before I can get out?"
Wu You put his hands on his head and leaned back, falling on the thick leather chair, laughing: "How long will this take? What changes will happen to the world after I get out?"
"Ah... nothing will change without me, it's fine, no pressure." Wu You shook his head: "After all, I'm not a scientist, nor a medical expert, I'm just a person who can just sit back and relax. I'll leave the major events of world development to more capable and wise people."
Wu You stood up: "As for me, I will just play my simulator obediently. I hope this 'Inverted Pinocchio' can give me a surprise!"
[16 years old: You occasionally hear those worried old doctors chatting, their hair is graying. Not only can their bodies hardly withstand the long-term thinking of searching for prescriptions, they are also deeply trapped in anxiety and stress.
They had never seen such a strange disease. Although the symptoms were so consistent, after careful examination, they found that the disease in each person's life was different. The differences were not subtle, and were enough to determine that they might be suitable for different treatment plans.
A rumor was heard from the epidemic area.
Drinking hot salt water can prevent disease. For a time, salt in the entire Songcheng was more expensive than gold. It was only after the county magistrate opened the warehouses overnight to suppress the salt price and even distributed the salt himself to ensure that most people had salt in their hands that the unrest and panic caused by this hidden danger was barely suppressed.
To date, this disease, known as "Songcheng Disease", has been breaking out in Songcheng for fourteen days. 】
Jikong closed his eyes tiredly.
Around him sat dozens of strange people who also possessed mysterious powers. These were hired by the county magistrate to search the entire Songcheng with Jikong.
It has been three days since Jikong received the appointment as county magistrate.
Three days ago, he learned that the county magistrate was well aware of the principle of "not putting all the eggs in one cage" and had invited many capable people to help catch ghosts. Jikong breathed a sigh of relief subtly.
However, the sigh of relief he had let out three days ago was now deeply brought up by him.
All because of...
——They couldn’t find any trace of the ghost!
"Only three days, just three days. Songcheng is so big, with so many people..." The Gu woman bit her lips and cut her wrist with a knife again to let the blood out. The tiny insect tentacles trembled and drank the blood. The Gu woman raised her hand and the insects scattered and drilled into Songcheng and disappeared.
Several bones of nowhere were thrown on the ground. The cult member who threw the bones was muttering something. The words were unclear and sticky like a damp swamp. He was wearing an extremely loose black robe, and his whole body was covered by the robe. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, and any other parts were wrapped in black cloth.
Several Taoist disciples were gathered together, doing something unknown, and one could faintly smell the smell of burnt meat.
There are all kinds of things, and there are even people asking questions to the puppets in their hands, which is quite weird.
The chef who came in with the food pot was trembling a little in his heart and didn't dare to look at the movements of those people. He was holding a pot of chicken stew, which exuded a rich meaty aroma.
The kitchen helper following behind him was holding a pot with some fried green leafy vegetables and a bucket of rice.
In Songcheng, which is in a state of crisis, this is the best hospitality.
In the past, the chef would go back as soon as he finished serving the dishes, but today, the chef has a more important task.
He swept left and right and swept Jikong out from the corner.
The chef hurried over, glanced nervously at the bowl in Jikong's hand, and greeted him in a low and nervous voice: "Master, are these dishes to your liking?"
Ji paused with his empty chopsticks and nodded cautiously: "It tastes great, thank you for your trouble."
"Well, hey," the chef wiped his hands with his bib a little nervously, "Master, can I ask you, when can we find the ghost?"
The picture is too short and reveals the real purpose.
Jikong pretended for a moment, and finally said with difficulty: "We are looking for it."
"Then, when can we find it? One day later, two days later? Three days? Wouldn't three days be too long? It's already been three days!" The chef became excited: "My uncle has fallen ill, and he has been waiting for you, Master..."
Ji Kong's lips opened and closed, but for a moment he was speechless.
What if they were told directly that their progress was slow and they hadn't found anything...
"Bang!" A pair of chopsticks were thrown on the table, frightening the excited chef, who shuddered and shrank back like a mimosa.
The man, who was wrapped in black gauze and had not taken off his mask even when eating, said coldly: "Stop making so much noise! Will you let me eat or not——"
The chef apologized in a low voice, but he couldn't keep him in the end. His hands were shaking, so he had to look back at Jikong and left with a conflicted look.
The door was closed, and Jikong breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to the man with his bowl in hand and clasped his hands together to express his gratitude: "Thank you for helping me out."
"Hmph..." The man in black ignored Jikong.
Someone else spoke up: "I say, great monk, it's because of you that those people are blocking you to ask questions."
"This..." Jikong was at a loss and whispered, "But... this is how Buddhism works."
The Gu girl who was speaking gave Ji Kong a strange look and said, "A monk who has chanted sutras and become stupid."
She took a mouthful of rice and a big nibble of meat.
"I've calculated it six or seven times, but there's no result. Songcheng is so big, and the county magistrate has the imperial court behind him. In three days, even if the Jinyiwei are slow, they should have arrived in Songcheng by now... Hey! Does anyone among you have a secret agent of the Jinyiwei?" one person asked unhappily.
Nanzhou has its own national conditions, and the Jinyiwei are everywhere like cockroaches. No one knows how they developed. They were able to cultivate such a group of people who are not afraid of death and are loyal to the court. They also hold a large number of strange objects and are familiar with a lot of intelligence. They have obviously existed for more than ten years, but the old monsters in the Nanzhou sects can't figure out the development history of the Jinyiwei after a while.
All we know is that when he appeared in the public's mind, he was associated with the behemoth. Even though top-level combat power is still rare among the Jinyiwei nowadays, the base number is indeed huge and should not be underestimated.
Logically speaking, the first choice of the Nanzhou government should be the Jinyiwei. After all, people from other sects have to accept some benefits to a certain extent, but the Jinyiwei eat public grain.
This question was not only pondered by the person who asked it, but also by everyone else. The Jinyiwei were always seen everywhere, but never in such a rare state. Could it be that some Grade A Jinyiwei had changed his mind and joined the team?
A group of people sparsely denied it.
Gu Dingbang straightened his Taoist robe and shook his head.
The last person sighed regretfully: "Maybe he is borrowing a strange object. There are many good things in the Jinyiwei treasury. The procedures are too complicated. I guess the person hasn't arrived yet?"
"It would be great if the Jinyiwei were here."
They each walked alone for three days, each wanting to raise the money for themselves, but in the end they had to admit that the ghost was hiding very deeply and no matter how hard they tried, it was useless.
If the Jinyiwei were there, even if the sky fell, they would hold it up.
They make a non-stick pan and get some money for selling it. How great is that? You know, Songcheng is really rich...
***
The magistrate of Songcheng County lit a candle and put the paper lampshade back.
The hot dishes on the table were still emitting a fragrant aroma. The county magistrate sat down silently and put away the fire stick: "Eat, don't be hungry."
He raised his head, and a weak figure was imprinted in his bloodshot eyes. The person was wearing a Feiyu suit and looked heroic and upright. She weakly opened her eyelids, and the Embroidered Spring Knife in her hand was across her knees. One hand was holding a long stone with spiral patterns on the shell, and half of her body had turned into gray matter. The inanimate object was connected to the human face, as if a human body was embedded in it, which was extremely terrifying.
If you look more carefully, you can see a wooden token hanging around her waist, with the word "甲" neatly written on it.
The Jiazi Jinyiwei, who was in a bad situation, glanced at the county magistrate weakly and asked, "How was your day?"
"...Fortunately, fewer people died. Everyone is looking forward to them catching the ghost. There will be hope for the future." The county magistrate was silent for a moment.
He leaned closer and asked in a low voice unwillingly, "Is it really not a ghost?"
If it really was a ghost, then it would be great. After the ghost dies, everything will return to normal!
“Haha…I should have taught you in elementary school that after all possibilities have been eliminated, the final outcome, no matter how impossible it is, is still real.” Jia Zi Jinyiwei closed his eyes.
"Bang!" The county magistrate slammed his fist on the table.
"That, that thing, is it really impossible to go wrong?"
The county magistrate was still unwilling.
The things in the hands of Jinyiwei are strange objects from the secret files of Jinyiwei. They are objects with strange effects formed after being contaminated by various mysterious things. They are similar to the famous "Ghost Banquet in Changshou Palace" in Xizhou. They can be used as tools for people and ghosts to drive, but there is a price to pay.
What Jia Zi Jin Yi Wei holds in his hand is "Sealed File 4-1-5-101 Magical Conch", an old item that was sealed more than ten years ago. There is a sentence in the introduction "Why don't you ask the magical conch?" This is a question-and-answer weird object, but the price paid is also immeasurable.
"No." The A-brand Jinyiwei said calmly, "There will definitely be no problem with the prescription he gave."
The county magistrate sighed deeply and wiped his face: "Time, time is still not enough, still not enough, is there any way to delay it a little longer!"
The Jiazi brand Jinyiwei reached out and picked up a piece of vegetable with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.
The county magistrate paced anxiously in the room, biting his thumb and trying to calm down, but the boundless fear, the uncertainty of the future, and the radical solution made it impossible for him to calm down.
"Will it really be useful? What if it is useless? What if it is useless? What should we do then?" The county magistrate almost lost control, and in the chaos he waved his hand and knocked the chopsticks out of the hands of the A-brand Jinyiwei.
Half of the body of the Jiazi brand Jinyiwei had been petrified after using the strange object. She was unable to move. Facing the county magistrate's outburst, she just glanced at the chopsticks that fell on the ground calmly.
The county magistrate was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. After a while, he blinked and picked up the chopsticks from the ground with trembling hands: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
He was a little impulsive and out of control, perhaps because of the humid plum rain weather in recent days, perhaps because of the deep water accumulated in countless streets in Songcheng, or perhaps because of the dark rain clouds pressing on his heart, making it completely difficult for him to breathe.
The chopsticks were wiped and put back into the hands of the Jiazi brand Jinyiwei. She said nothing and continued to eat calmly.
"It's definitely possible, it's definitely possible." The county magistrate murmured to himself, as if his belief was strengthening.
The A-level Jinyiwei said nothing.
She needed to savor these dishes carefully. Perhaps this would be her last meal. The monster could give the answer at any time and could devour her at any time.
She has done all she could, and now she can only believe and wait for the final result. Perhaps the disease is still unstoppable, perhaps the entire Songcheng may disappear in this disaster, but she will be at the forefront, just like every Jinyiwei did in the past.
After a while, she whispered, "Sit down and have a bite together, then go do your work. It's okay, I'm here."
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