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“That's a good suggestion. What do you want to do?” Xianxian suddenly became interested, sitting up with her eyes sparkling as she looked at me.
I also sat up and glanced at the two of them. I noticed Lime's eyes were wide open, flashing with excitement. I smiled and said, “You know about the Spirit Control Technique, right?”
“Controlling ghosts? You can control ghosts?” Xianxian's eyes widened in surprise, quickly replaced by joy. “You can use ghost control techniques?”
I nodded. Although using the Spirit Control Technique required a significant cost, I said, “I've told you before that there is another soul within me. This technique was taught to me by him. I didn't plan to use it, but unfortunately, we can't remain passive any longer!”
“Wow, wow, wow~~” Xianxian grinned widely, her eyes shining. “What else did he teach you?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, searching for useful information. Sure enough, I found several incredible methods. Suppressing my inner excitement, I smirked and said to Xianxian, “How about formations?”
“Formations? Formation techniques?” Xianxian was thrilled. “This will definitely be useful!”
“Hehe, once we get out of here, we should consider buying a building.” It shouldn't be in a remote area or too conspicuous; that would be easy enough to manage. So I turned to Xianxian and asked, “How many people can you gather?”
Xianxian counted as she spoke: “Wang Yi, Gao Liang, Zhao Yang, and Snow Princess are all my people. There are a few others as well; I'll introduce you to them next time.” The last time we came out, it was just Wang Yi and the other two; the rest had perished, leaving their lives behind there. Those three survived because Xianxian requested their early withdrawal from the Ghost Clan Tomb.
“Alright, from now on we need to carefully select trustworthy people. I will also bring more into The Dead.” Naturally, those brought into The Dead would be ghosts since currently The Dead cannot accept living beings. This means my abilities are not sufficient; my body cannot enter The Dead nor can I bring others in. Of course, that may change in the future.
Rugged Mountains and Wild Ridges, on a dark and windy night, there are always wandering souls and wild ghosts.
Of course, to control ghosts, one must first summon their souls!
Using the Soul Summoning Technique is meant to gather the scattered wandering souls and make use of them. Summoning souls is not difficult; the challenge lies in making the ghosts willingly serve you! If your strength is insufficient, you will face a backlash from countless ghosts. However, with The Dead, there is nothing to worry about. As long as I can collect the souls into The Dead, everything will be under my control!
The Dead has already formed a blood contract with me, and now it just needs to connect with my heart. My heart moves as I wish, and my intentions follow my heart. Summon souls! Control ghosts! The prerequisite is to see ghosts! To allow my eyes to see ghosts at all times—this was something I never dared to think about before, but now, for the future, I want to transform myself into a Ghost Ring!
Yes, the price of the Spirit Control Technique is—seeing ghosts; for the rest of my life, I will see ghosts.
The masters of Ghost Rings are usually pure of heart and consistently clean. Therefore, it is often the Ghost Ring that chooses humans rather than humans possessing Ghost Rings. A Ghost Ring can be innate or can be activated through curiosity later on. Since Zisheng possesses a pair of Ghost Rings, as long as I accept his 'eyes' and let them become my eyes, then it will work.
Accepting his 'eyes' does not mean replacing an eye; it refers to accepting the ability of his eyes. We have already shared one body, so accepting the ability is naturally easier. This requires both of us to agree; if one party is unwilling, then the eye exchange will fail.
I close my eyes and empty my mind, once again returning my spirit to The Dead. Within The Dead, there is both darkness and light, both positive and negative; although these two places have great contrasts, they each occupy their own side distinctly. I can freely exchange between these locations.
At this moment, I am sitting cross-legged in the dark side. Here, black mist still floats in clusters, and the wails from hell are incessant. Perhaps I was afraid when I first entered this place, but now hearing those sounds not only brings me peace but also carries a hint of familiarity. It feels very close yet very far away—half belonging to darkness and half belonging to light; yin and yang are interdependent and ever-rejuvenating.
I even feel that one foot has already stepped into hell; the chilling Yin Qi spreads from my soles. I can sense the bloodiness of hell, its cruelty, and its ruthlessness. Beneath the bloodshed and slaughter lies a heavy atmosphere filled with desolation and sorrow—a profound silence!
On the other side lies coolness and warmth, filled with vitality—no darkness or bloodiness—like a gentle breeze kissing my heart, tingling pleasantly and uplifting my spirits. The two extreme sensations continuously shift within me, each change causing my emotions to rise and fall, yearning for more experiences...
I don't know how much time has passed; when I open my eyes again, dawn has broken. Lime and Xianxian are already up and washed up. The three of us exchange knowing glances. I've already thought it through: at this stage, we need quality over quantity in our team. As for our organization's name, I've already decided on it—haha!
“Feng Zi, you’re up.” Rophie saw us quickening our pace and looked helpless. “Tongqi and the others said they wanted to check out Little Yellow Village, so they asked me to let you know.”
“Oh?” Although I had anticipated this, they were too eager. I smiled helplessly. “Then let’s go take a look together.” I called out to Xianxian and Lime, and the four of us set off.
At that moment, the Village Chief walked over from behind the house, looking heavy-hearted. “Where are you going?”
“Village Chief, we want to visit Little Yellow Village. We find things too strange and want to look for clues. You don’t mind, do you?” It was clear that the Village Chief hadn’t recovered from his grief. When Little Yellow Village was mentioned, his already small eyes shrank due to swelling, flashing a hint of fear as he hurriedly said, “Why do you want to go there? That place is not clean!”
“It’s fine; it’s not dark yet, and we can protect ourselves!” Xianxian said confidently.
At that moment, a clear female voice came from the side in agreement. “Yes, Village Chief, you don’t need to worry about us.”
Hearing the voice, I already knew who it was. I turned my consciousness to glance aside; Snow Princess was leading Wang Yi, Gao Liang, and others. They had all arrived.
Seeing that we were determined to go, the Village Chief no longer opposed us but only reminded us to be careful and return after we finished since this period was unsafe. We nodded repeatedly and then headed towards the site of the major incident at Little Yellow Village.
The sky was dimly bright, with thick clouds covering most of the sun. A cold wind blew, making the air feel even chillier.
The ground was covered with fallen leaves, yellowed and tinged with black, with a hint of decay in the blackness. Walking on them made a crunching sound; the further we went, the more leaves there were, and the trees appeared increasingly withered and bare. It felt even more desolate as autumn had set in, especially since a village massacre had just occurred here not long ago! No, perhaps it wasn’t over yet; the hand of death was waiting, waiting for its prey to fall into its net…
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