Chapter 6: Death.

Xu Ziling turned on the computer, entered 'What is the ghost afraid of' and pressed the Enter key. Xu Ziling originally wanted to search for 'What is the ghost', but he gave up the idea the next second; because some network regulatory departments in my Great China Kingdom are in order to promote positive energy and ensure that some things that cause them to panic that should not be known to ordinary people are found by people, so Xu Ziling estimated that if he searched like this, there would probably be a lot of "no ghosts in his heart, no ghosts," and answers that seem true or false according to folk legends, so he simply searched for what ghosts were afraid of; although most of the answers were wrong and useless, what if there was something that really worked for ghosts?

The answer I got was not beyond Xu Ziling's expectations.

Sunlight, peach wood products, black dog blood, boy urine, great compassion mantra, Diamond Sutra, Guan Er Ge's portrait, Zhong Kui's portrait, yellow talisman and so on are still within Xu Ziling's understanding, but with Xu Ziling's in-depth search, there are all kinds of saliva, oil pan, lollipop, a lump of excrement, Feng Jie's smile, Yang Mi's feet, Wuji Sword Saint who opened BKB's big cut, his weird answers were all.

Xu Ziling patiently recorded all the options that were reasonable or not. He could not really cut off Yang Mi's feet; he could not turn into Wuji Sword Saint and drive BKB to fight against ghosts, but he could still download and print Feng Jie's smile on the Internet...

So after working for most of the day, Xu Ziling had a few strange things in his room.

"Wow! What are these?" Zheng Yongfen, the ghost floating in the air and asked curiously.

"Peach wood chopsticks, and portraits of Brother Zhong Kui, and portraits of Brother Guan Er and Zhong Kui downloaded online, songs of the Great Compassion Mantra, full text of the Diamond Sutra txt download, the yellow talismans that his grandmother gave him to bless him with academic progress when he returned home, etc. These are all for exorcism."

Zheng Yongfen rolled his eyes and despised Xu Ziling: "Zi Ling, do you really think these things are useful?"

Indeed, Zheng Yongfen, who is also a ghost, does not feel discomfort with these things at all; how could such things pose a threat to ghosts with strength above Zheng Yongfen?

"Then tell me what are you afraid of?"

Zheng Yongfen shook his head: "I don't know."

"Isn't that all? You don't even know what you are afraid of. What can I do?" Xu Ziling spread his hands helplessly.

"Besides, maybe you are just a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Those advanced ghosts may be afraid of these things." Xu Ziling said without confidence.

He really doesn't know what to do.

He has no way to deal with such unprecedented... "creatures". If he finds some people who claim to be Taoist priests and masters, he is afraid that the other party will be a liar, and he cannot tell others about this.

Because according to what the "judge" said, Xu Ziling would enter the other party's killing list because he knew the existence of the ghost; if he asked someone to help him at this time, the person who helped him would get the same "crime" as Xu Ziling: if he knew the existence of the ghost, then this person would probably die.

"Lollipop? This is also for killing ghosts?" Zheng Yongfen widened his eyes for a while, covered his mouth lightly, and made a crisp laugh like a silver bell.

"Yes." Seeing that his face was almost completely disgraced, Xu Ziling didn't care about this time. Who knows if the lollipop is useful? Even if it is not useful, Xu Ziling can eat it by himself.

Everything was ready, Xu Ziling took a shower before dying and returned to his room.

"That... Ziling, you...ah!!!"

Zheng Yongfen was halfway through his speech and suddenly shouted out in horror.

Hello! You are a ghost yourself, don’t be surprised and startled, okay? As he said this, Xu Ziling had already rushed to Zheng Yongfen and picked up a pair of peach wood chopsticks to prepare for self-defense.

Bang!

The rooms suddenly turned off heavily without external force, and the light tubes also flashed; viscous and bright red blood began to seep out from above the wall.

Wow~~

A breeze came from his ears, and a cool air spread throughout Xu Ziling's ears; Xu Ziling turned around suddenly, but found nothing.

Xu Ziling looked around again and Zheng Yongfen actually disappeared!

"Xiaofen!" Xu Ziling's forehead was sweating wildly, and the peach wood chopsticks in his hand were tightly held by him; as if he had lost this, he would have really finished playing.

After the bitter cry was fruitless, Xu Ziling's spirit continued to tense; slowly, the blood oozing from the wall began to spread all over the ground; Xu Ziling's feet were already covered with a layer of fishy blood.

asshole!

Xu Ziling tried to wave peach wood chopsticks into the air, but the effect was not great; instead, Xu Ziling's physical strength was quickly consumed.

Hu~ Hu~

Xu Ziling gasped heavily and began to realize that he was doing useless work.

calm!

You must be calm at this time!

Xu Ziling began to adjust his breathing and moved his body. The blood had already submerged his knees. Every time Xu Ziling did an action, he would consume more physical energy like in water.

Xu Ziling calmed down and began to think.

Is everything happening now true?

First, the door suddenly closed; although this may be blown by the wind, it may be more likely to be false; assuming that this is false and an illusion; then the door is now open, but it is just closed in my opinion; then what I did in the room just now can hear it from my parents and cousin outside, and they should come to the room to see me when they hear it; then they should be suspicious when they see me doing such a strange move. But now they have not woken up themselves from the hallucination, that is, either my parents have had similar hallucinations, or all this is true!

Since that's the case, let's do an experiment.

Xu Ziling clenched his fist and used all his strength to hit the wall that had been soaked in blood.

Dong!

A great pain came from the hands.

Damn it! The senses are normal, and his parents didn't pay attention with such a loud noise; that is to say, the method of asking for help is no longer working?

Moving in a place covered with blood is a waste of physical strength. Although I don’t know if it is useful after encountering ghosts; in short, save as much as possible.

Xu Ziling climbed to the bed that had not been covered with blood, and condescendingly observed the room he was usually familiar with.

Time is running out, and Xu Ziling collapses on the bed; all this must be true, otherwise humans will not be dominated by humans in this world; if the ability of ghosts is really strong enough to do so many things that go against scientific common sense without scrupulously, then humans in this world should be enslaved by ghosts.

But since this is not true, how did they do it?

I don’t know if the senses are normal, but it seems that there is no problem with seeing, hearing, touching, smelling, feeling; this kind of hallucination...is it a dream!?

Xu Ziling began to fall into deep thought again.

If this is a dream...

When did I fall asleep? When did this dream begin? Will you wake up if you die in a dream? Or will you really die if you die in a dream?

So how can I wake up in a dream, especially in a dream that ghosts deliberately make for themselves?

When Xu Ziling thought of this, the blood had begun to flood the bed; he grabbed the pair of peach wood chopsticks tightly. Xu Ziling, who had already thoughtful, did not notice that the pair of peach wood chopsticks had been corroded and only half were left.

boom!

The computer desk fell into the blood for some reason, and the bed also made a creaking sound of about to collapse.

Xu Ziling leaned toward the direction of the bed falling, and he fell head-on in blood without any warning.

"ah!!"

Stimulated; Xu Ziling, whose body lost balance and fell down, waved his arms and struggled hard. The instinct of survival made Xu Ziling burst out with great force in an instant. After choking a few mouthfuls of blood, he actually pressed a handprint on the wall with the power of his fingers just by relying on the power of his fingers! He hung there like a rock climber with this handprint.

The peach wood chopsticks had been corroded, and Xu Ziling stopped his downward momentum like an orangutan hanging from a tree; Xu Ziling then climbed to the other side of the bed that had not yet collapsed, for some reason; anyway, he couldn't touch the blood on the floor, which was his thought at the time.

When Xu Ziling climbed to the other bed like a monkey, regretfully, the bed on the other side also collapsed. Xu Ziling felt cold and a trace of despair appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!