In the claustrophobic and quiet chamber, the thick darkness seemed to be able to swallow everything.
Only two gleaming figures stood looking at each other.
Although the light is weak, it reflects their vague outlines, creating a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.
"I believe there are ghosts in this world."
Fang Cheng answered with a tone full of certainty.
Seeing Smiling Devil acting a little surprised, he spread out his hands that were shining with Flames's light and said:
"Aren't we two just like Ghost now? We are inside World of Consciousness, separated from reality. What is the difference between this state and the legendary ghost?"
Smiling Devil heard this and shook his head slightly:
"This is different."
He paused, as if thinking about how to word it, and explained after a moment:
"Our consciousness is just in this special Spiritual Space, and our body still exists in Real World. It is equivalent to having a Qingming Festival dream, and it will still be the same after waking up."
"Ghosts, according to commonly accepted concepts, are completely separated from the physical body and are a kind of supernatural Spiritual Body."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly to express approval.
In fact, what he really wants to say is his identity as a time traveler. Of course, this secret is not suitable to be shared with others.
After thinking for a while, he continued in a calm tone:
"I have never seen a ghost with my own eyes, but I believe that there should be a soul that continues after death, waiting to enter Reincarnation and be reincarnated into the world."
"I don't know whether ordinary people's souls will continue after death. As for the reincarnation of Reincarnation, I'm afraid no one can confirm this."
Smiling Devil followed Fang Cheng's remarks with two comments, and then the conversation changed:
"But I know that when a person's Mental Energy is strong enough to reach a certain limit, his consciousness will not dissipate after death, but will look for something to rest on, just like a candle in the wind, tenaciously burning the last glimmer of light."
He raised his head with deep eyes, as if staring into the endless void, and saw many twisted shadows hidden in the darkness.
"Western Mountains There is a legend there. In ancient times, an eminent monk from Lone Peak Temple passed away. After that, every full moon night, the sound of chanting would be heard from the Dry Well in the temple. The villagers said that it was the eminent monk who was too obsessed with his soul, and his soul was attached to the water at the bottom of the well, and he was reluctant to leave the world."
"Actually, there may be another possibility. What is attached to the well is not the soul of the dead monk, but is suppressing some evil ghosts who have been trapped for a long time and are full of resentment."
"They slaughtered living beings and were covered in blood. After death, they turned into evil spirits that were difficult to eliminate and remained in the cracks of Yin-Yang. So every full moon night, the monks collectively recited scriptures, hoping to resolve the hostility on their bodies and save their souls..."
Smiling Devil said as he floated in the room.
The dim fluorescent lights, like will-o'-the-wisps, followed his figure, drawing illusory trajectories.
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly and asked:
"What does this legend have to do with Jiang Chen?"
Smiling Devil was silent for a while, then slowly said in a story-telling tone:
"Did you know that as early as two thousand years ago, in the ancient Yu Dynasty period, Lone Peak Temple was just like its name, sitting on the top of a steep mountain shrouded in clouds and mist like a hidden pearl."
"At that time, a huge Buddhist Eradication and Shrine-Abandonment Movement suddenly emerged in the court. Lone Peak Temple was famous and had many followers, but it also became a thorn in Imperial Court's side."
"So, a certain Martial General was ordered to lead an elite division to a remote mountain temple to conduct a conquest."
"The army was approaching and the temple doors were closed. Although the monks were unarmed, they showed no fear. They still chanted sutras devoutly in front of the temple, as if they wanted to use their Sanskrit sounds to fight against the coming bloody storm."
"But this did not stop Martial General's determination to make great achievements. As the soldiers under his command poured into the temple like a tide, for a while, shouts of death and screams were intertwined."
"The soldiers brandished sharp knives and slashed at anyone they saw. The monks' robes were instantly stained red with blood, and the Buddha statues fell to the ground in the chaos and were smashed to pieces."
"At first, that Martial General might still have a little pity in his heart, but as the killings gradually started, blood continued to splash on his armor amidst the flashes of swords, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the surroundings, which actually caused his character to change quietly."
"Every swing of the sword and every scream seemed to numb his conscience, and an inexplicable fanaticism and hostility grew in his heart."
"The moment he stepped into the back hall of the temple, the incense filling the hall Aura collided with the bloody atmosphere outside, which was very strange. There seemed to be a mysterious force whispering, inspiring him."
"His eyes gradually blurred, and he walked uncontrollably towards a forbidden area behind the palace. There was an ancient and mysterious thing covered in dust. It was said to contain a shocking secret that could subvert the entire Great Yu Dynasty. However, it had been suppressed for hundreds of years by a Buddha statue tens of meters high."
"Martial General was completely driven by that inexplicable force at this time. He ordered his soldiers to dig into the Buddha statue and destroy the seal."
"After a few days and nights, the seal glowed brightly, as if a door connected to Netherworld was opened, and an extremely cold Black Mist surged out. The mist seemed to be filled with evil ghosts that had escaped from Abyssal Hell, and instantly entangled Martial General and the surrounding soldiers, eroding their bodies and minds."
"The eyes of the strongest Martial General became like burning will-o'-wisps, blood vessels bulged under the skin like earthworms, and his body twisted and spasmed uncontrollably. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a terrifying monster."
"Martial General, who turned into a monster, completely lost his mind. He roared and threw himself at the soldiers beside him. His sharp teeth and claws instantly tore open the flesh and blood splattered."
"The other soldiers who were devoured by Black Mist also mutated one after another and became the cannibal Ghoul. The remaining soldiers who did not mutate were terrified. They had never seen such a horrific scene. Their morale was immediately chaotic and they ran around, but how could they escape the crazy pursuit of those monsters."
"Then, just like the Karma cycle, the soldiers who had just raised the butcher's knife against the monks also suffered a disaster, and the entire Lone Peak Temple was completely reduced to a ghostland..."
Listening to him tell a thrilling secret that happened in history, Fang Cheng frowned slightly, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and then asked:
"What happened next? How were these Ghoul and Imperial Court mutated by the soldiers dealt with?"
"Later Imperial Court received a report and knew that ordinary soldiers could not deal with these monsters, so he gathered the power of dozens of the Noble Clan at that time, killed these Ghoul one by one, and excavated Underground Palace Ancient Tomb, sealing all evil things inside, and then ordered the place to be sealed off, and no one was allowed to approach."
Smiling Devil spoke unhurriedly, his voice a bit hoarse, as if he was recounting a long-ago dream.
"Time flies, hundreds of years have passed, dynasties have changed, new rulers have come to power, and folk Buddhism and Daoism beliefs have quietly emerged again. Some good men and women raised funds to rebuild Lone Peak Temple not far from the old site."
"After the completion of the new temple, it seems that the bloody and strange past became a frightening legend only among the local people by word of mouth. Even as the years passed, even the legend gradually changed and was completely forgotten."
After listening to this story, Fang Cheng vaguely guessed something and couldn't help but ask:
"How do you know these things so clearly?"
"If I say that I dream about these scenes repeatedly every night, are you still willing to believe me? Do you think this story is just a figment of my mental disorder?"
Smiling Devil stopped and tilted his head slightly to look at Fang Cheng.
"I believe what you said."
Fang Cheng then replied calmly.
Smiling Devil heard this, showed a smile, and then said:
"Historically, Lone Peak Temple experienced wars, fires and other reasons. It was slightly damaged, moved and rebuilt. From the original top of the mountain, it gradually moved to the mountainside, far away from the original site."
"More than two months ago, Archaeological Team excavated the place where Headless Buddha Statue is, which is where Underground Palace is. They accidentally destroyed the seal and released all the evil things inside..."
Fang Cheng nodded clearly and said in a deep voice:
"So, Source from Black Rain is Underground Palace from the Western Mountains Ancient Tomb, Jiang Chen is the Martial General who led the army to destroy Lone Peak Temple. Two thousand years later, by chance, Monster escaped from the seal."
Smiling Devil There seemed to be a cold light flashing through his eyes, and a slightly mocking arc appeared from the corner of his mouth:
"Ha, after two thousand years, even the king of Ghoul, his body has long since decayed into ashes. Now he is just a Lost Soul who relies on obsession to survive..."
Fang Cheng stared at Smiling Devil closely, thinking in his heart, but sighed calmly on his face:
"Even if it is just a Lost Soul, it cannot be underestimated if it can retain its consciousness for two thousand years...
Smiling Devil Hearing this, his face seemed to have a fleeting look of fear.
Fang Cheng saw this kind of behavior that was both contemptuous and fearful, but did not point it out.
For some things, since the other person doesn't take the initiative to tell you, there is no need to ask more questions.
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
However, at least a few things can be confirmed now.
First, when the Western Mountains explosion occurred, this guy must have been wandering around the scene or nearby.
Secondly, after Jiang Chen escaped from trouble, he had already contacted him in some ways, and the communication between the two parties was definitely not pleasant.
Thirdly, as Xu Fei and Chen Lei said, Jiang Chen indeed has extraordinary means. Even if the body is bombed to pieces by Missile, the soul still does not disappear.
The two didn't speak for a while, and the chat room fell into dead silence again.
Smiling Devil suddenly seemed to think of something, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, staring at Fang Cheng:
"I heard that the building you live in has been sealed off by the police for several days. Could it be that you were regarded as Jiang Chen's accomplice, so Special Search Team came to your door?"
Fang Cheng didn't answer, nor was he surprised.
This guy comes over to send celebrity photos whenever he has something to do. He must be paying attention to his own situation.
Sleeve Building appeared like this Unexpected Events, he must have known it for a long time.
Seeing Fang Cheng's silent "unlucky" appearance, Smiling Devil's lips unconsciously raised, and he said with great interest:
"How about it? It feels so good to be targeted by those hounds, isn't it? You came to me specifically tonight. Do you need my help?"
Fang Cheng originally didn't want to pay attention to his cynicism, but when he heard this, his heart moved, and then he nodded sincerely:
"Except for Jiang Chen, I really want to know what methods Special Search Team uses to distinguish us from ordinary people and find traces of monsters in the vast sea of people."
Smiling Devil Hearing this, a trace of unnoticeable joy flashed across his eyes.
"Haha, Special Search Team's method of distinguishing humans from non-humans is not too complicated to say. There are only three kinds..."
He had no intention of keeping it secret. Firstly, he knew Fang Cheng's temperament, and secondly, it would not hurt him to tell the truth.
So he raised his chin slightly, the evil charm Aura emanating from his body became more intense, and he answered quickly with a slightly hoarse voice:
"The first method is to observe the target pupil."
"Normal human pupils have a basically constant size and a warm and uniform color when the light is stable."
"But Supernatural humans like us, once we use abilities, our pupils will be like the pupils of an awakened beast. They will change instantly, expand or contract extremely, and the color will also become weird, but..."
He paused and glanced at Fang Cheng, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"This method has considerable limitations. As long as the target is on guard, deliberately keeps his emotions calm, his spirit restrained, and his aura hidden, it will be difficult for the other party to notice anything strange."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly.
I usually experience this, and wearing glasses adds an extra layer of insurance.
"The second method is that Special Search Team specially breeds some "Search Hounds" to search for targets hidden in the crowd."
Then, he tilted his head slightly and continued with a somewhat disdainful tone:
"These are not hounds in the literal sense. They are actually the five types of Predator I told you. After being captured alive by Special Search Team, they were controlled and tamed by special means and used as hounds."
"They are extremely sensitive to the unique Aura emitted by the same kind. As long as they get close, even if they have restrained all their abilities and pretended to be no different from ordinary people, those Search Hounds can rely on their extraordinary sense of smell to sense restlessness from a long distance and actively track the target, making the Special Search Team team members aware."
"As for the third method, it belongs to the medical category, which is to conduct a physical examination and comprehensive investigation. The most important method is to take blood samples to detect whether the RC Cell Value in the blood is within the normal range..."
"RC cells?"
Fang Cheng couldn't help but blurt out a question.
My mind immediately recalled the conversation between the doctors that I overheard while lying outside the window sill that night.
"Yes."
Smiling Devil nodded and said in a deep voice, "Detecting RC Cell Value in the human body can be said to be the most accurate way to identify a person's degree of mutation."
"The value for ordinary humans is generally below 500. The Special Search Team members injected with Enhancement Potion have a value between 500 and 1000. Those Noble Clan disciples can maintain a value around 1000. Predator like us are basically above 1000, and there are many who even exceed 2000."
"The higher the RC Cell Value, the stronger the Physical Quality, the stronger the recovery and regeneration ability, the higher the level of the Predator, and the greater the corresponding chance of losing mental control."
"It can be said that as long as the RC cells value in your body exceeds the limit, you will definitely change from human to inhuman and eventually become a complete monster."