He Ming also helped to figure out the killing patterns of the Ghost Grass. Now that there were only two people left in the team, he felt that his wisdom was also very important.
"We need more observational data," Hu Jiu thought to himself.
The two arrived at an abandoned construction site with a wide open area. Perhaps because there were almost no people or ghosts here, the Ghost Grass did not grow wildly here, and there were only a few sparse clumps of grass.
He Ming found a reasonably clean spot and plopped down. He had been highly active earlier, probably due to the adrenaline rush. Now that he was relaxing, fatigue washed over him in abundance. His eyelids were drooping, and he felt so drowsy that he couldn't stay awake any longer.
It's too much to ask of a high school student to go through so many terrible things.
"You should rest for a bit. We don't know how long this Supernatural event will last, and you can't afford to be in such a bad state. With me here, you don't need to worry about any danger."
Upon hearing Hu Jiu's voice, He Ming could no longer resist his drowsiness. In the last moment before his consciousness faded into darkness, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a sinister smile flashing across Hu Jiu's face out of the corner of his eye...
He must have seen it wrong!
A cacophony of subtle noises lingered in my ears, constantly disturbing my dark, hazy dream, as if something had entered my body, causing an instinctive aversion and rejection.
He Ming suddenly opened his eyes. The grumpiness of being woken up surged up in his heart but quickly disappeared. The surroundings were still dark and dim. He was only dazed for a few seconds before he immediately became awake.
His whole body ached, his head was throbbing, and his hands and feet were a little clumsy. After all, he wasn't sleeping on a soft bed. The cold floor was not only hard but also very cold. He Ming guessed that he might catch a cold and get sick.
"How long have I been asleep?" The voice was rough and hoarse, as if the throat was on fire. He Ming couldn't judge the time by the environment, so he could only ask.
"About 10 hours."
Hearing Hu Jiu's answer, He Ming was startled. He felt like he had only dozed off for a short while, how could he have slept for so long!
He got up and stretched, feeling a bit strange. The weeds around him were much thicker than before he fell asleep, and he could hear screams and cries for help in the distance.
"What happened?" He Ming asked again.
"While you were asleep, the situation worsened. Weeds grew in the residents' homes, some residents turned into Ghost Slaves, and their families had to flee outside," Hu Jiu calmly described the current situation.
He Ming frowned, Neglect the strange feeling in his body; he was genuinely worried about his grandmother in the countryside.
"Haven't you figured out the specific killing patterns of those grasses yet?"
Hu Jiu stared at the slowly wriggling grass nearby and said, "Based on my observation, some people were fully armed, bundled up as if they were preparing for winter, but they still couldn't escape this fate. They didn't come into contact with the Ghost Grass, yet the Ghost Grass sprouted directly from their bodies."
"Growing from inside the body!" He Ming exclaimed in surprise, a sudden inspiration flashing through his mind. "Could it be something like seeds or spores that have unknowingly invaded the human body, and are waiting for the right opportunity to take root and sprout?"
Hu Jiu smiled, "What a coincidence, that's what I was thinking too."
"The Ghost Grass isn't just the part we can see; the space around the grass is also part of it."
"I don't know if the Ghost Grass has seeds, but its Supernatural permeates the air. Even without direct contact, it's inevitable to inhale it through breathing. Once the Ghost Grass's Supernatural accumulates in the human body to a certain degree, it will begin to grow wildly and take human lives."
"Is that really true?" He Ming's expression changed drastically. He was terrified, afraid that he might suddenly die at any moment.
"Don't worry, I've already reported the situation. Trust the country; they will definitely be able to provide timely rescue and will not abandon or give up on any citizen," Hu Jiu reassured her.
He Ming gave a bitter smile; for some reason, he lacked confidence. Besides, even if he received rescue, what then? The Supernatural of the Ghost Grass had accumulated within him, which might cause some hidden dangers to his body.
Meanwhile, Headquarters had already received the latest intelligence provided by Hu Jiu.
At that moment, Fu Youhua and others were holding a meeting. Shen Jiliang pushed up his glasses and said, "Is this another clue discovered by Hu, the person in charge of Linjiang City? Pretty impressive, much better than those useless Ghost Tamers in the Research Department. They've been dragging their feet for so long, they're completely useless."
Fu Youhua explained, "Hu Jiu rescued an exceptionally bright high school student; he was the first to notice the mechanism of the Ghost Grass."
Shen Jiliang sneered, "That only proves that Xu Bo and his gang are even more useless; they can't even compare to a high school kid!"
"The Ghost Tamers are neither smart nor intelligent, isn't that exactly what the Research Department is hoping for? What are you complaining about here for?" someone retorted sarcastically.
Shen Jiliang shut his mouth. His ideal Ghost Tamer should not only be loyal and powerful, but also have sufficient sensitivity to the Supernatural, be smart enough to handle Supernatural events, be dull enough after the mission is over, and preferably be completely ignorant of politics.
But how easy is it to cultivate such a perfect Ghost Tamer?
During the meeting, everyone brainstormed and offered various ideas on how to resolve the incident.
Some suggested burning it down, pointing out that the Headquarters had a Human-Skin Lantern, the fire inside of which could burn away Supernatural and suppress Fierce Ghost. The downside was that the fire was difficult to control, and a mishap could lead to new disasters.
Some have suggested using the Ghost Tamer codenamed [Obituary] to curse the Ghost Grass to wither, but only if the Ghost Grass's true form is found.
Shen Jiliang proposed a bold idea. "I remember Headquarters once seized a mysterious statue codenamed [Praise the Moon]. Why don't we give it a try?"
Fu Youhua frowned. The statue was found on the body of a foreign Ghost Tamer had infiltrated the country without permission. It was a Supernatural remnant from the aftermath of the [Red Moon] incident, which ranked second on the global list of unsolvable Fierce Ghosts. Its ability was to summon a small Red Moon, making it very suitable for handling a wide range of Supernatural events.
Under the radiant red light, all Fierce Ghost are suppressed indiscriminately, but the side effects are also great. Once exposed to the moonlight, one will become a special kind of Ghost Slave - although still alive, one will only spend the rest of one's life Praise the Moon madly.
Fu Youhua hesitated. Humanity was completely unable to handle the Red Moon Incident back then. Fortunately, the Red Moon mysteriously disappeared on its own. But it only stayed for a short while, yet it caused an immense disaster. Now, a large number of fanatical believers spreading the Red Moon faith are still active on that land, and no amount of effort can completely eradicate them.
Shen Jiliang was aware of these matters, but he felt that while the side effects of the Red Moon could be resolved privately, the city sealed off by the Ghost Domain was a public issue, attracting attention from many parties and requiring immediate attention...