Manual of the Monster in City

37 Possessed by Ghost

    "Can the ghost fulfill the wicked wish of killing?" Bai Ling finally raised a pair of eyebrows and said with a smile after hearing what Jia Qingming had said.

    She is wearing a Hanfu with a maple leaf pattern, and the soft fabric has contrasting colors.

    It seems that the colors and patterns of the Hanfu chosen by Miss Bai Ling will change with the seasons.

    It's autumn now, so the Hanfu she is wearing now has a dark yellow background, like the color of dead leaves all over the courtyard. Surrounded by this background color, is a dazzling bright red maple leaf, like blood splashed on the clothes, exuding a murderous air.

    "Unexpectedly, in Shenting County, there are still colleagues who rob business with me..." Bai Ling smiled faintly, but the cold breath made this smile full of chills.

    The slender jade hand that she raised pulled the big sleeves of Hanfu to her lips and the exposed lip line looked like a sharp Tang knife exposed from the sheath.

    "It's indeed time to deal with it."

    Jia Qingming really shuddered at this scene.

    "Are you trying to deal with your peers?! This is a vicious competition!" Jia Qingming finally couldn't help but complain.

    "Of course not. Even if there is vicious competition and dealing with peers in this way, Mr. Qingming must pay the price this time." Bai Ling said with a sly smile.

    Jia Qingming's face was full of black lines, but soon he noticed a question that might not be so important: "Wait, you shouldn't be considered peers? That guy is a ghost who realizes the evil wish of murder!"

    "Such a wish, get rid of someone or wipe someone from this world... I may not be able to help Mr. Qingming realize such a wish." Bai Ling smiled, and there was a black belly in this smile.

    "Hey... are you kidding me?" He felt a little weird.

    "Like? Mr. Qingming, do you think I am joking?" Although she said this, Bai Ling still smiled softly, but the more she laughed, the more Jia Qingming couldn't help feeling that this name was detached from time. The bizarre woman is like a bottomless cave, never to be explored.

    She is a person who has lived for at least a hundred years, maybe she has lived for thousands of years. He didn't know what she had experienced in this long life, what kind of things she had encountered, even if she only took the most memorable moments of time and told him, I am afraid there are too many, too many, and his short life is not enough. Finished listening.

    From her point of view, human life may be just a drop in the ocean, and the long time has long refined her into a detached existence.

    "A good wish is not a bad wish." Bai Ling said, her voice was like a silver needle in the quiet room, falling to the ground with a crisp sound, "A good wish is just to let herself be Get more in this world. Mr. Qingming is still in high school. It is known that before the college entrance examination season, everyone goes to the temple to pray for luck in the exams, hoping to get better results. If everyone gets good results, what will happen ?"

    "Well... the admission score will also increase."

    "Yes, so what they hope is that only their own grades will rise, and they pray for higher grades from the gods and good grades on the test. In the content of their wishes, there is another kind of expectation, that is, hope for others. People’s performance remains the same. This is a subconscious and often overlooked premise."

    Bai Ling's voice paused a little.

    "The results in the eyes of students are the same as other things that people are chasing-wealth, status, fame... I want to gain more, but the world is constant. Some people will lose the ranking in high school; some people have wealth, and naturally others It’s hard to get even a pan of bean soup. So, Mr. Qingming thinks, these are good wishes or bad wishes?"

    Jia Qingming was speechless for a while.

    "Good wishes will trigger a series of chain reactions, so the cost required is more complicated. Bad wishes are sometimes simpler, just making a person disappear. It is not because someone asks God and God blesses this person's luck. At the same time, God will use bad luck to deprive another person of happiness in order to achieve the ultimate balance of heaven. Isn't it?" Bai Ling said.

    She turned her gaze over Jia Qingming's shoulders and cast her eyes on Li Guisheng beside him.

    "I’m right. Dear guest. At the very beginning, his entrustment was not a bad wish, and what you did was not a bad act, but a small one that violated the rules of this and the other. Charity. But... in the end, it turned into such a disaster." Her eyes were sharp, like needles hidden in cotton. Jia Qingming saw clearly this time, Miss Bai Ling looks like this In the black eyes, there are indeed strange pupils with faint purple light.

    "Okay, don't listen to her delusion, relax." Xiao Hei sticks out his tongue, not knowing when he will appear at the reception table. She walked in and poured the tea, her movements were really silent.

    The beautiful and compact purple clay pot flows out the golden-yellow tea soup and pours it into the teacup.

    "Thanks...thank you..." Li Guisheng, who had been sitting next to him silently, thanked him timidly.

    On the other side, the teacup in front of Miss Bai Ling was also poured with tea, and the golden tea was reflected in the purple clay pot, which was interesting.

    however--

    "Hey! Why don't I have anything here!" Jia Qingming said in indignation, facing the empty table in front of him.

    "You're your own kid, of course, you don't have to see outside." Xiao Hei said, "and you can save one cup later."

    It also makes sense, and doesn't know how to refute it at all!

    "It's fine for me to make tea," Jia Qingming said.

    "If you come to the door, naturally you have to prepare tea in advance." Bai Ling said, in this case, it seems that she has foresight before they arrive here.

    She picked up the teacup with her slender fingers, and the movement of drinking tea was behind her wide sleeves.

    "It's just to make a tea bag anyway, it's very convenient." Xiao Hei shrugged, and deliberately opened his palm to him, showing Jia Qingming the small label at the end of the thin line of the teabag. This label was wrapped around the handle of the purple sand teapot together with a thin string, but it was never found because it was held by Xiao Hei.

    Dilma’s Darjeeling black tea is also marked with a brewing time of 3-5min?

    However...what the hell is it about making tea bags in a purple sand teapot! This kind of drinking is obviously enough to use a few mugs!

    At this point, Jia Qingming couldn't help but make up his mind. Miss Bai Ling was drinking tea in the antique white porcelain mug in the ancient Stealth Pavilion Zhongyong...

    Although he should have been ridiculed long ago, at the moment he still feels that such a style of painting is really weird!

    At this moment, Xiao Hei had walked out of the room lightly.

    "But you are rarely seen as a guest." Bai Ling said.

    "what?"

    "Possessed with people...what about ghosts..." Bai Ling smiled lightly.

    Although there was such speculation, after hearing Bai Ling's personal confirmation, Jia Qingming couldn't help but jumped up from the chair and looked at Li Guisheng beside him vigilantly, as if he would become a ferocious beast at any time.

    In fact, it was because he could not see the difference between Li Guisheng at all, as if he was still that timid and timid child.

    "I do not have many ghost guests, but there will be more monsters. Of course, most are humans... A short life means more desires..."

    "Youkai...does that kind of thing really exist?"

    Jia Qingming calmed down a bit, because Li Guisheng, who was exposed, still didn't say anything, nor did he make any hostile actions.

    "Of course, the spirits born from animals, plants, and even spiritual dead objects have been cultivated for many years and transformed into human forms. They are monsters. Probably Mr. Qingming has not seen them yet." Bai Ling said lightly.

    "I would rather never see it..." Jia Qingming said.

    "It's mainly because... ghosts are more transient things. Compared to monsters, more importantly, ghosts cannot own things in the world, even to the extent that they can be seen by people and interfere with the real world... Owning anything, even the objects they rely on does not belong to them at all." The smile on the corner of Bai Ling's mouth outlines lightly, "So they have nothing to trade, except their soul. So there are few ghosts. The spirit will do this."

    "Are you sure you want to exchange, Mr. Wu Yao?" Bai Ling asked as if some kind of magical power was flowing in her voice.

    This guy... is it already Wu Yao now?

    Li Guisheng...or Wu Yao, who was using Li Guisheng's body, nodded. This meant that the transaction was concluded in Miss Bai Ling's shop.

    "So, what is your wish?" Miss Bai Ling said.

    "I..." Wu Yao said as if he didn't dare to say, and he seemed to hesitate for some reason. "I want everything back to normal, everything in Shenting Middle School."

    "This is not the price you can afford for the guests." Bai Ling said, "You don't understand this at all, so you will do something like that...help...just a small help. However, under the rule of heaven, the world is like a precision machine with tightly intertwined gears. Your small behavior pushes it to move a little bit, which means that the entire machine is driven by your behavior, and the direction is unpredictable... and uncontrollable. It’s not impossible to go against the sky, it’s just a price. I’m afraid few people can afford it.”

    "Then... expel... expel that thing, can you?"

    "It's...it's a pity. I still can't do it." Bai Ling shook his head and stood up. "It's different from just now. It's not that I can't fulfill the guests' wishes... but that the guests' wishes are related to my own. There is a contradiction in the price."

    "What... mean?" Jia Qingming said at this moment, "I can't understand a word of what you said just now."

    "I mean..." Wu Yao was interrupted by Bai Ling just as he spoke.

    "I'll do the explanation for the guests. Isn't it rude?" Seeing Wu Yao nodding, Bai Ling continued. "In fact, it was not this guest who invaded the spirit of Shenting Middle School, or that it is not now. In the beginning, there was indeed the wandering spirit of this guest for a long time, perhaps because he still lingers for this school, maybe for other reasons. , It’s just that, by chance, he helped others with the power of ghosts."

    Bai Ling paced to the other side of the room, took out a piece of aromatherapy from the small drawer, and cut it with a knife. "You originally wanted to help Li Guisheng not be bullied by letting him go through the cubicle, avoiding the pouring sewage. And you want to teach the bully bastard, just like you once bullied you... accidentally caused your death That person is the same... so you lock him into the cabinet with your spiritual power. Since then... another kind of spirit has emerged."

    She paused briefly and could hear the sound of a match burning. She lit the incense, shook the match in her hand, and the flame went out after the last puff of smoke.

    "--It is a powerful spirit condensed from people's fears, superstitions, expectations...all emotions. This powerful spirit draws on his power, draws on his ideas, and quickly grows into the existence of ghosts. It can be said to be from This guest’s body was accidentally produced. Uncontrollable... More importantly... It is like a part of the guest yourself, your connection is too close. If you eliminate it, it will also destroy you. But... the guest Your price... is your soul."

    Bai Ling turned around from the ancient-style room where the incense sticks lingered. In her deep eyes, the purple light shone brighter and brighter.