424: Chapter 0424: ssed Up 424: Chapter 0424: ssed Up Zhang Yinyang was young, his face still carrying a trace of childishness, looking even younger than Long Fei.
Long Fei was quite curious about how this kid managed to summon ghosts.
He said indifferently to Zhang Yinyang, “Alright, then summon a ghost for to see.
I’ve grown up without ever seeing a purely wild spirit!”
Wandering Souls and Wild Ghosts, that’s exactly what those here are called.
Having no one to worship them all year round, they have no choice but to keep each other company in this place.
The Ghost General that I encountered on Devil Island, that was a ghost kept by Gao Chi on imperial rations.
Gao Chi must have devoured an untold number of souls to refine a Ghost General from them.
Zhang Yinyang’s brow furrowed; unexpectedly, Long Fei wasn’t afraid at all.
That disdainful look in Long Fei’s eyes deeply irritated him.
Clenching his teeth, he said coldly, “Fine, you want to see a ghost, then Master Tao will let you gain so experience.
But let’s make it clear in front of everyone, if you end up frightened to death, Master Tao doesn’t want to take responsibility!”
Long Fei chuckled, “Okay, if I’m scared to death, that’s my own fault; no need for you to take responsibility.
Just get started, don’t dilly dally like a nagging woman!”
The barrage went wild, with many cursing Long Fei for being overconfident.
Yang Hao, adding fuel to the fire, started to talk trash to the cara, “That guy is a well-known thug and bully in Binhai City.
Taking advantage of his height and strength, he’s absolutely lawless.
At the start of the school year for the first-year students, he even lured away our school’s belle.
Brothers, tap 666, send so gifts, watch Master Zhang teach him a lesson live!”
The boys and girls around him also sneered, “This guy really knows how to pretend, let’s see Brother Zhang teach him a lesson!”
“Brother Zhang has Yin Yang powers, he’ll surely summon a spirit and scare him to death!”
“I bet a hundred bucks he’ll for sure pee himself from fear!”
Long Fei was exasperated, thinking that the lesson he gave Yang Hao last ti wasn’t enough.
Still, his interest wasn’t in Yang Hao right now; he was more intrigued by Zhang Yinyang’s Ghost Technique.
Yang Hao cried out for a while and actually attracted a bunch of crazy fans who rewarded him.
It was lucky that it had gotten dark and the phone’s cara resolution was poor.
Otherwise, they would have gotten closer for a picture to identify Long Fei.
Zhang Yinyang extended his hand, took a backpack from another boy, and called out coldly to Long Fei, “You’re asking for it, don’t bla for not showing any rcy!”
He opened the backpack and took out a white Soul Summoning Banner made of straw paper.
In the rural areas of Binhai City, there is still the tradition of burial.
In front of the funeral procession, the eldest son is required to carry a Soul Summoning Banner, leading the soul of the deceased all the way to the gravesite.
Then it is planted on the grave, and the next day when visiting the tomb, it is burned.
The implication being, now that you are residing here, please don’t stir up trouble at ho.
Straw paper, like bamboo paper, has a high density and plenty of fibers, which makes it easier to store spiritual power.
Spiritually alone and unsupported, they are easily attracted by this object, providing them a place to reside.
Otherwise, as a re energy body in the vast world, the soul feels as if it is in the middle of the ocean.
That indescribable loneliness and the haunting silence can make a ghost collapse in an instant.
It was apparent that Zhang Yinyang was not learning the orthodox art of summoning souls but so gradually simplified and incomplete versions.
His techniques were nimble enough, but his thods were too inferior, like watching a knock-off Mage perform.
The incantation for summoning sounded out, nearly identical to the static heard from a radio receiving signals.
The Soul Summoning Banner swayed continuously in his hands, capable of attracting souls only within a hundred-ter radius.
Li Zhenni, a bit scared, grabbed Long Fei’s arm, thinking that she really ca on the right night to witness such an exciting event.
Although she was fearful inside, her eyes shone bright with excitent.
She considered that this Zhang Yinyang was not bad and had supernatural abilities, making him quite suitable for recruitnt into her adventure team.
It’s just that he seed young and arrogant, and she thought it best that Long Fei give him a proper challenge.
The wind swept up fallen leaves, kicking up a whirl of dust on the ground.
The temperature around them suddenly dropped, causing everyone present to shudder involuntarily.
Yang Hao and several n and won were so frightened that they huddled together.
In the live-streaming room, it was completely silent at this mont, everyone was staring blankly ahead through the cara lens of Yang Hao’s phone.
Long Fei closed his eyes and used his third consciousness to scan the surroundings.
Indeed, there was an abundance of Yin Qi on Mass Burial Mound.
Zhang Yinyang carelessly shook the Soul Summoning Banner, and imdiately shadows converged from all directions.
These things were exactly that, Yin Qi.
Yin Qi is sowhat different from ghosts; ghosts have consciousness and can manifest their own appearance based on what they looked like when they were alive.
Yin Qi is simply a kind of resentnt, a form of spiritual energy.
Many of these were Wandering Souls and Wild Ghosts that had drifted in the world for too long, gradually losing consciousness and turning into this kind of energy.
Simply put, they were like vegetative people, vegetative ghosts.
They had no consciousness, only pure instinctual reactions.
Ordinary ghosts with aspirations would actively devour Yin Qi to strengthen themselves.
Those Heterodox Practitioners like Gao Chi would also create Magical Treasures to collect Yin Qi.
Gathering this Yin Qi and releasing it in an instant could extinguish the Yang Fire of a normal person on the spot.
At best, it would lead to ntal confusion; at worst, it could cause a rapid drop in blood pressure from the onslaught of Yin Qi and result in death.
Zhang Yinyang’s eyes turned white as he stood within this vortex; pointing at Long Fei, he shouted darkly, “Do you submit or not?”
The sheer amount of Yin Qi had exceeded his expectations.
He was afraid he couldn’t control the situation, so he bluffed Long Fei to intimidate him into submission, intending to imdiately disperse these entities.
A group of black mists gathered around, so still retaining a bit of consciousness and began frantically devouring the unconscious Yin Qi.
Gradually, they took on human forms, albeit without discernible faces, but the shapes were undoubtedly human.
Although Yang Hao possessed Karate skills, faced with such a bizarre scene, he couldn’t help but shiver, whispering to his phone for the live-streaming room to hear, “Ghosts, does everyone see them?”
His phone swept around, and the live stream room imdiately erupted, with the barrage of comnts and donations nearly crashing the phone.
“Holy shit, those are real ghosts!”
“Is this special effects or what?”
“Ghosts can’t be real, right?
Do they actually exist in the world?”
“Oh my god, I bet the authorities will be after him tomorrow!”
“Spreading feudal superstition, Master Zhang is on track to get banned!”
“…”
Zhang Yinyang was nervous, but Long Fei remained calm.
He smiled at Zhang Yinyang, “You’re quite surprising, and you can indeed summon these spirits.
But you should know you can’t command these souls.
So, the likely outco is that they will overwhelm you, and by tomorrow, the police will be here to collect your corpses!”
His words hit Zhang Yinyang like needles, for indeed Zhang Yinyang couldn’t control the souls.
He could see them and summon them, but to command them was far beyond his ability.
The live stream room instantly boiled over, and comnts appeared saying, “Brother, that hit ho!”
“Master Zhang, is that really the case?”
“Master Zhang, should we call the police for you now?”
The chatter was unceasing; Yang Hao and the others were even more frightened after seeing Zhang Yinyang’s expression, realizing that what Long Fei had said was true.
“Let’s quickly descend the mountain!”
“This is too terrifying, we don’t want to play anymore!”
“Brother Zhang, please drive these ghosts away!”
The girls had started to cry in fright, Yang Hao’s palms trembled uncontrollably as he could not help but ask, “Brother Zhang, is what he said true?”
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