chsdbacks Chapter 7 Dream
Chapter 7 Dream
"My name is Fang Jing. By the time you see this, I will already be dead. I am you ten years in the future..."
Skipping over the mechanical opening remarks of the paper doll, Fang Jing quickly locked onto the core solution offered by this thing.
"I was lucky enough to survive the knocking ghost incident, and through this ordeal, I fully realized that if I don't become a ghost tamer, I will not be able to stand in this world."
"So I asked the human skin paper in my hand, and he quickly gave me a perfect solution without any cost."
"Go to Furen Shopping Mall. If you kill a demon tamer named Yan Li, you can easily control the supernatural power of the vengeful spirit within him."
The moment Fang Jing saw the plan, her heart began to race.
In the past, he wouldn't have wanted to become a ghost tamer like Zhou Zheng, because he would die very quickly.
But now, he has to do this to survive.
"Can I kill a demon tamer?"
Fang Jing was somewhat unsure of himself. After all, he was just an ordinary person. How could he possibly fight against a ghost tamer who possessed supernatural powers?
The parchment seemed to understand Fang Jing's inner thoughts very well, so the handwriting was quickly renewed.
"After careful investigation, I discovered that although Yan Li is a ghost tamer, the supernatural power he possesses is not very effective against ordinary people; even conventional weapons can kill him easily."
"Besides, I found that Yan Li was not the first pilot. He was often easier to pilot on the second or third time. In addition, the ghost blood can only affect the supernatural, so I, as an ordinary person, did not face any risks."
Fang Jing's breathing became increasingly rapid.
This is indeed a perfect solution without any cost.
He quietly put away the human skin paper, placing it inside a book from the Republican era, and then went back to bed to rest.
Liu Xiaoyu said, "This person didn't have any special experience in the past. Whether at school or in life, he was just a nobody."
"I investigated the long-distance bus he took back from Meishan Village and found nothing unusual. The only suspicious thing was that after he got off the bus, until he entered the campus of Dachang No. 7 Middle School, his clothes changed from a school uniform to a groom's suit."
"The groom's clothes?"
Zhao Jianguo squinted. "Does the surveillance footage record when he replaced it?"
"no."
Liu Xiaoyu shook her head.
"That's strange. An ordinary student returns from a funeral dressed as a groom, and then suddenly becomes a ghost tamer. That's too illogical."
Zhao Jianguo said, "Give me Chu Mo's contact number. I'll talk to him later."
at the same time.
Chu Mo lay in his rented room, lost in a hazy, half-asleep state.
Logically speaking, after discovering the paper figure hanging in the window, he shouldn't have been able to sleep no matter what.
People often have difficulty falling asleep when faced with the fear of the unknown.
But Chu Mo was exactly the opposite.
His eyelids were heavy, as if an invisible hand was pulling them shut, preventing him from opening them.
Chu Mo tore the paper figures outside the window to shreds and burned them, but strangely, the burned paper figures reappeared on the window shortly after Chu Mo fell asleep.
Chu Mo was unaware of anything unusual; his brain was in standby mode.
It's like being able to take over the body at any moment, but always missing that one step.
Gradually, he drifted off to sleep.
In a dream.
He was still sleeping in his little house, but strangely, he seemed to be suffering from sleep paralysis, and his body was unable to be controlled by his consciousness.
The quiet neighborhood was deathly still, with only the ticking of the clock.
After an unknown amount of time, a crisp bell rang, breaking the peace.
The sound of a bell came from afar, and as the sound grew closer, the sound of hurried footsteps gradually appeared.
soon.
The front door was pushed open, and the bell rang even more clearly.
She only lingered in the living room for a short while before entering the bedroom.
Chu Mo was unable to open his eyes or get up; he was like a fish on a steaming plate, at the mercy of others.
He could clearly sense that the owner of those footsteps was right beside his bed.
A faint stench of decay wafted past my nose, and a chill ran through my entire body.
Tap tap...
Tap tap...
The footsteps continued moving, from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed.
The stench of the corpse grew stronger, and Chu Mo's forehead and back were already covered in cold sweat.
This feeling of not being able to control your body is terrible.
The footsteps lingered by the bedside for a long time until it gently lifted Chu Mo's hand and then took it in its hand.
moment.
Chu Mo sat up uncontrollably.
His right hand swayed gently in response to the other person's movements.
Not long after.
New footsteps sounded in the bedroom.
One, two, three...
more and more.
It's as if every wave of the hand brings in something unknown.
Based solely on his senses, Chu Mo could feel that the other person's fingers were extremely thin and long, as if they were just bones, and they had no warmth at all.
This waving lasted for about a minute, during which Chu Mo's fingers twitched slightly.
He felt his soles were burning, and the stench of the corpse was getting stronger.
Suddenly!
A piercing scream suddenly rang out beside her ears, and the hand that had been holding hers seemed to be stimulated and instantly broke free.
Chu Mo suddenly realized that all the previous restrictions had vanished, and his entire mind instantly tensed up.
however.
When he was fully awake, he found that he had gotten out of bed and walked outside the bedroom without even realizing it.
At this moment, his feet were stepping on the newly placed red carpet, while his right hand was holding the hand of a cold and eerie paper figure.