Chapter 12

"I remember you said that if the attack in the pen can be aimed accurately, it can completely destroy the elementary ghosts, right?"

"That's right."

Zhao Linger's face was obviously also somewhat surprised, but soon she seemed to think of something, showing a hint of surprise.

"Could it be that kind of thing?"

While talking to herself, she raised her hand.

A golden arc that was bigger and brighter than Shi Yunan swung with a pen before whizzed and struck the motionless ghost in the middle of the road.

In an instant, the ghosts were scattered into flying spots of light.

But again, the dots converge.

He also had short hair and stooped body, half of his body was blood-stained, and his clothes were tattered.

Even the blood hadn't been stained any more, and the tear on the clothes hadn't changed.

"Sure enough, I met that thing."

Zhao Linger sighed a little, did not attack again, but walked straight towards the ghost.

Shi Yun'an was half a step behind her, and also approached.

Until the two of them completely circled in front of the ghost, the other party still maintained a motionless posture.

At this time, Shi Yun'an finally saw the other side's face.

It was a dark-skinned, sad-faced middle-aged man about 50 or [-] years old.

The clothes on his body are very old styles, and the part of the clothes that are not soaked in blood can be seen to be a little yellow.

Behind the shoulders are two flags fastened to the clothes, one with pictures and the other with words.

However, due to blood stains and damage, the specific content has been completely unclear.

His face was tilted to the left, his eyes were fixed and slightly dull.

Shi Yun'an stretched out his hand tentatively, dangling in front of his eyes.

The ghost didn't react at all as if it couldn't see him.

"Don't try, he won't respond."

Zhao Ling'er took another two steps forward and stretched out her hand.

Su Bai's fingertips passed through the ghost's body without hindrance.

And the part that was penetrated, like the stirred water surface, scattered into fine ions, and then slowly recovered.

Shi Yunan frowned, "Why does this ghost look like a mirage?"

Zhao Linger withdrew her hand, "Your description makes sense, but in fact, this thing is no longer in the category of ghosts."

"Then what is he?"

"Yes."

"read?"

Shi Yun'an showed a puzzled expression.

"Since I met you, I just want to give you a popular science."

Zhao Linger looked at him, "I heard that you like to read novels, so you should have heard of this saying, right?
The spirit of things is a demon, the insane temperament is a demon, the soul of a person is a ghost, and the spirit is a monster. "

"Ah, I have heard of it."

Shi Yun'an nodded, he remembered that this was the setting in the book "Suppressing Demon Museum", "So is this statement true?"

"It's true, but not quite."

Zhao Linger tapped on the tablet, and four light spots appeared on the four corners of the colorful and blue background, with the words "demon", "demon", "ghost" and "weird" written on them.

"Demons and ghosts are the most common anomalies in this world, so many times people will be more familiar with them.

But in fact, there are still many exceptions that have not been effectively recorded because they are uncommon.

People's souls linger because of ghosts.

But if you want your soul to stay alive, you must be filled with great resentment, sadness, or extreme emotions such as rage at the moment of death.

Therefore, common ghosts are all vicious. "

Shi Yun'an couldn't help but think of the crooked neck ghost from before, which really fits these characteristics.

"But what I said before is what happens when there is no psionic presence."

Zhao Linger added another spot of light in the center of the tablet.

"The existence of psychic power makes it possible for some souls who do not have the ability to become ghosts to continue to exist.

Some remnants also accidentally fuse with psionic energy.

These remnant souls may carry emotions such as joy, worry, thought, fear, and shock, or they may have nothing at all, just a simple unconscious soul, and it is also possible to exist. "

"The remnant soul is easier to deal with than the complete ghost, just attack it like you did just now, and just destroy it violently."

"But sometimes, what remains may even be just a memory, a thought, or an impulse. At this time, we call it 'nian'."

On the tablet, light spots representing "remnant soul" and "nian" flickered at Zhao Linger's fingertips.

"Nian is more broken than the remnant soul, but it is more difficult to deal with. Violence cannot eliminate the mind. If you want to obtain the spiritual energy contained in the mind, you can only follow it."

"Follow it?"

"Yes, you first need to figure out the reason for Nian's existence, and then, complete what Nian wants you to accomplish, so that it can dissipate on its own, and finally extract the spiritual energy we need."

"I don't quite understand."

Shi Yun'an said that he still knows nothing about handling abnormalities.

"Let's give an example."

Zhao Ling'er didn't mean to look down on him.

"The easiest Nian I have encountered is essentially an unforgettable memory. After this memory is triggered, the Nian dissipates by itself.

There are also some thoughts that want you to help them accomplish some things, um, maybe you can understand it as helping them fulfill their last wishes? "

"Then how do we transcend this thought?"

Shi Yun'an looked at "Nian" who was still staring blankly to the left in front of him.

"It's up to you."

Zhao Linger spread her hands, "If it's the kind of Nian that needs to look at the memory, when I met him just now, the memory screen will be triggered. But depending on the situation, what we encountered is the more troublesome Nian.

So, find out why this thought was formed, and then complete what he wants you to do, and then it's up to you! "

"I have no idea."

Shi Yun'an circled around Nian in the form of a middle-aged man twice.

"Dark skin indicates that people may be engaged in manual labor or need to stay outdoors for a long time.

The cloth of the clothes is rough, indicating that he may have been in financial difficulties during his lifetime.

Why does he carry two flags on his back?Is it necessary for work?

The words and patterns on the flag may provide some information, but it is completely unclear
What are you going to do?"

Shi Yun'an's complexion gradually became as sad as that of a middle-aged man.

"If you keep turning your head this way, is it possible that you are looking at something?"

He tried to pass through the illusory middle-aged man, and stood in the same position as him, with his head slightly turned to the left.

"If you look in this direction, it seems that you are facing the broken electric pole? Why does he keep looking at the electric pole?"

Shi Yun'an followed the eyes of the middle-aged man and walked forward, stopped in front of the remaining half of the telephone pole, and carefully inspected it.

"Ok?"

The soil under his feet was a little uneven.

He took two steps back, bent down, pawed a few times at the place he stepped on just now, and dug out a piece from the soil.

"what is this?"

Shi Yun'an held the corner of the thing and shook it.

A pink bow hairpin covered in dirt appeared in front of her eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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