I stared blankly at the threads that kept hitting the barrier in front of me, and asked what are these?
The flower director shook his head and said that this is a ghost thread. It is not a special monster. After occupying a person's body, it will absorb part of the person's essence, and then it will slip out of the person's body. Most people are possessed by it.
Usually a minor illness will occur.
Once I heard that the consequences were not serious, I felt a little relieved, but the way they spread on the street was really scary. Fortunately, ordinary people couldn't see it, otherwise it would be a mess.
But the female driver's face never returned to normal, and she whispered: "This ghost line only appears when a big crisis occurs, and there are only a few of them in history. Every time it is a huge crisis..."
As she talked more and more, my heart was lifted high again. The history mentioned by the female driver was different from the history that ordinary people learn. It was darker and bloody. Even if it was not a war era, some areas still
Tragic mass deaths will occur.
In order to prevent ordinary people from knowing these truths, the policy from top to bottom is to hide it if they can, and keep it secret if they can't.
For thousands of years, the battle between humans and ghosts has been going on, and there are many great powers who have died or become immortals. If any of the great immortals guarding the territory make a mistake, the ghosts and ghosts in that area will wait for the opportunity to move happily in the human world.
Kill a wave.
After the female driver finished talking about the ghost line, I kept thinking of countermeasures and told the director to contact the Justice League and ask them to send someone over to solve the problem.
However, Hanamichi sighed and said that the Justice League was very busy all day long. They did not cast the net until they saw the fish. If there were no large-scale casualties, they would not come.
When I heard this, I felt empty in my heart. It turns out that the Justice League is such an organization. They are only responsible for killing ghosts, not preventing them. Think about it, if every place has to prevent the rise of ghosts, then there will be no more Justice Leagues.
Even the strong ones are not enough.
In fact, a small group like the three of us is already a small Justice League unit, which can solve problems for the surrounding residents. I forcibly stopped my thoughts, sat on the sofa and picked up an ancient book that I had not finished reading yesterday.
Sufferings in the world are always happening. I am not an ascetic, and I do not have enough strength. I can only control the one-third of an acre of land around me.
Such thoughts quickly calmed my mind, but there was always an indescribable feeling of suffocation. I glanced outside from time to time and saw ghost threads wandering through the crowd wantonly, treating people as their nourishment and greenhouse.
Some people were very high-spirited at first and walked with a wind in their eyes, but after walking through the short section of street where ghost lines were most entangled in my sight, his whole body bowed down several degrees, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.
Seeing that there is a problem that cannot be solved, this feeling reminds me of the time when the angel resurrected the children in the square. I simply refused to look outside, turned around, and acted like an ostrich.
When it was almost noon, the female driver went to cook. I rubbed my stomach and propped up my head. I read a book all morning, and my head was a little dazed. Hanamichi seemed to have been used to this state for a long time. After reading the newspaper, he
Reading with reading glasses on, he added boiling water to a cup of tea three times.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I looked over and saw, darling, this man could hardly open his eyelids. There were more than a dozen ghost lines going back and forth on his head. His originally handsome face now looked like he was dead.
It seems that half of the head is not buried.
"Master, can you help me?" The young man rubbed his head with his hands, almost pressing his forehead against the glass door, and shouted in a low voice.
I was about to stand up and wave him away, when I saw that the flower director had just finished counting, nodded, and made a waving gesture, and the barrier on the glass door disappeared.
I understood what the flower director meant. This person's business could be done, so I quickly walked to the door and pulled out the aluminum tube inserted into the door handle.
The young man came as soon as I opened the door. Those ghost threads discovered the treasure and crazily drilled into my forehead.
I stepped back a few steps, and my back was already against the wall. I was about to turn around and change direction to dodge, when I heard the flower priest let out a low shout, and an invisible force burst out from his body, condensed to a point, and swish
When it hit me, those ghost threads instantly collapsed and fell from mid-air.
At the same time, the flower arrangement leader made a gesture and pushed hard in the direction of the glass door. The half-open glass door was instantly closed tightly, and the ghost threads that rushed in also fell to the ground and struggled to disappear.
The young man was stunned, as if he couldn't understand what we had done, but he still saw the scene of the glass door slamming shut, and a trace of joy suddenly appeared on his face.
"Master, master, save me!" The young man knelt down on the ground, touched his pocket, took out his wallet, and placed them all on the table of the florist.
I asked him to get up first and tell him what happened. Don't kneel down now. We haven't decided whether to take the job or not.
The young man suddenly started speaking quickly. It turned out that his younger brother was also one of those 100,000 children. Originally, his relationship with his younger brother was not good, but after his younger brother came back, his whole person changed. He became that kind of person.
The perfect younger brother you can only see on TV.
Everything has improved, but his parents' physical condition has become very bad, and so has his. The strength he used to exercise from playing basketball is gone. For the past two days, he has been in the hospital with his parents getting injections.
If it was just like this, it wouldn't be strange. After all, everyone is weak sometimes, but he could often hear noises at home in the middle of the night. Last night, he couldn't help but open the door to take a look, and surprisingly found his parents' room.
The door was ajar, my parents were having sex on the bed, but my brother was standing in front of the bed.
However, the weirder thing was that after waiting for a long time, his father got out of bed, and his brother climbed on the bed, and then his mother made a sound of enjoyment on the bed. He had never heard such a joyful sound since he was a child.
After a night of anxiety, he opened the door to take a look in the morning. Oh my God, his father was still standing in front of the bed, seemingly asleep, and his mother's voice on the bed also changed from pleasure to painful humming.
He mustered up the courage to walk over, and when he was halfway there, he saw his younger brother lying on the bed. He was clearly a blood-red man with no skin, and there was no trace of blood dripping on the bed.
So, he escaped from the house, and suddenly a strange feeling broke out in his heart. He quietly opened the door with the key, only to see that his parents had already dressed and were preparing breakfast, while his younger brother was standing at the door, smiling.