The sudden appearance of black text in Jiang Xiao's pupils left him momentarily stunned.
"What the hell?"
He clearly had no intention of venturing deeper to find some white-level ghost!
Jiang Xiao vaguely sensed that the other party might have its own consciousness, deliberately luring him into action.
"No way! White-level ghosts already have the means to harm people's lives. Only a first-level spirit master can deal with them. Am I not seeking death by going?"
Jiang Xiao deliberately spoke and then walked down the mountain.
At that moment, a line of text appeared in his vision again,
"...You suspect that this line of text has ulterior motives, so you return the way you came. In the end, you lose the green-level soul bead and fail the selection test of the Heavenly Mechanism Palace..."
Jiang Xiao stopped in his tracks, his forehead instantly covered with black lines.
"Why does it feel like I'm playing a MUD text game?"
Jiang Xiao really wanted to complain about this cheat of his. Which great god is controlling his game character?
"...After thinking about the consequences, you still decide to go deep to find the White Mist Ghost..."
The other party seemed to have a firm grasp of Jiang Xiao's psychology, instantly changing the situation.
Jiang Xiao simply sat down and said, "You have to give me a clear answer, how can I deal with the White Mist Ghost? If I go back, I'll just lose a green-level soul bead. If I do as you say, I might lose my life."
Soon, the black text in his pupils twisted into a new line of text,
"...You try every possible method but can't find a way to deal with the White Mist Ghost. Finally, you turn your gaze to the shadow on the ground..."
Hearing this, Jiang Xiao looked down at his shadow.
The latter now appeared even more eerie in the ghost realm, like the deepest darkness of hell...
For some reason, after looking at it for a long time, Jiang Xiao even felt that this was not his own shadow, but a living person!
Shua!
Jiang Xiao shivered, the thought in his mind was too terrifying, he didn't dare to think deeply.
"...You prepare to set off, walking due north, and finally find the White Mist Ghost in a cemetery..."
This time, the text in Jiang Xiao's pupils became thinner and didn't last long before dissipating.
"This thing is really weird! I must find a way to figure it out in the future."
Jiang Xiao thought to himself.
In fact, he had no intention of going back from the beginning. He did this just to test this strange existence.
The green-level soul bead, he must get it!
.....
Shua!
A dazzling white light flashed.
Then, a nearly solidified wandering spirit instantly shattered into a large amount of water droplets.
"Quick! Catch it!"
Bai Qimeng, wearing a pink ruqun, quickly commanded.
Immediately, the people around didn't dare to delay, rushing forward to catch the water droplets with a mutton-fat jade bottle.
"Indeed, wandering spirits also have strengths and weaknesses. This wandering spirit actually burst out so many water droplets. It's a pity that the spiritual power consumed is a bit too much..."
Feeling the remaining spiritual power in her body, Bai Qimeng couldn't help but frown.
Beside her, a youth in a green shirt smiled and said, "Qimeng, you are indeed the most talented spirit master in our school. This wandering spirit is almost turning into a white-level ghost, right?"
Bai Qimeng suddenly glanced coldly at the other party, "Don't call me Qimeng."
The latter's face stiffened.
Shua!
Bai Qimeng retracted the sword in her hand and asked, "How much time is left before sunset?"
The youth in the green shirt said, "There are two hours left."
"Enough, rest first, recover your strength before continuing." Bai Qimeng ordered, sitting down cross-legged under an old tree.
The youth in the green shirt said, "Qimeng, our mutton-fat jade bottles are almost full, isn't it necessary to work so hard?"
"We must be absolutely sure!" Bai Qimeng's apricot eyes showed a stubbornness, "I not only want to get the first place this time, but also get the reward with an overwhelming advantage! Only in this way can the Heavenly Mechanism Palace see my talent!"
On the other side.
Zhang Hai's face was pale, his forehead covered with cold sweat.
Beside him, a youth holding a blue-glowing assault rifle said anxiously, "Brother Zhang, I'm afraid we've poked a nest of wandering spirits, we must retreat!"
In front of them, a thick white mist lingered.
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling kept coming from the white mist, extremely terrifying.
Zhang Hai gritted his teeth and said, "Alright! Second brother, you and Xiao Zhou switch positions. Remember not to panic, as long as we keep our minds steady, the wandering spirits can't harm us."
After that, the four-person team finally broke out of the vine forest.
"Hu~ Hu~ Hu~"
Zhang Hai looked at the mutton-fat jade bottle in his hand, which was already more than half full, and couldn't help but be excited, "The greater the danger, the greater the opportunity! This trip is worth it!"
Suddenly, at this moment, he turned his head sharply to the right and shouted, "Who is it!"
A rustling sound.
Then, a chubby little fat boy crawled out of the bushes.
The latter's face was full of embarrassment, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.
Seeing the little fat boy, the mockery in Zhang Hai's eyes replaced his vigilance, "I thought it was someone, it's you, Zhang Dongdong?"
Although the little fat boy crawled out of the bushes, his clothes were not as messy as Zhang Hai and the others.
At that moment, Zhang Hai understood, "You didn't hide as soon as you entered the mountain, did you?"
Hearing this, the little fat boy's head lowered even more.
"Trash!" Zhang Hai spat fiercely on the ground, disdainfully saying, "No wonder you can play with trash like Jiang Xiao, you are also trash!"
"Let me guess, is that trash Jiang Xiao also hiding somewhere, not daring to come out? Hahahaha!!!"
Zhang Hai laughed piercingly.
The little fat boy's face turned red, and he said indignantly, "No... I... I..."
In the end, he didn't say anything.
"Forget it, Brother Zhang, why waste time on such a person? We won't be on the same level as such trash in the future."
At this moment, the youth whose life spirit weapon was an assault rifle spoke up.
Zhang Hai nodded, "That's right, let's go!"
The group left, leaving the little fat boy alone in place.
The latter was full of grievances, it's normal to be afraid in such a place.
He looked dryly into the depths of the forest, complaining, "Jiang Xiao... if only you could be with me... we could take care of each other..."
...
In the northern suburbs ghost realm.
The concept of time has become blurred.
Sunlight can't penetrate, and the surroundings are always in a dim environment.
Jiang Xiao went deep all the way and finally came to a wasteland.
What's puzzling is that although it's early spring, there is not a single insect or bird chirping here. In the dead silence, only the slight sound of Jiang Xiao stepping on the weeds could be heard.
"It should be here..."
Jiang Xiao's sharp eyes quickly saw a few black stone tablets in this wasteland.
Wasteland... graves... yin energy pervading...
The perfect setting for a horror movie.
If one were alone here, it wouldn't take long to be driven crazy.
At the same time, unlike wandering spirits, white-level ghosts already have the means to harm people's lives, and a slight carelessness could lead to death here.
Even though Jiang Xiao had something to rely on, his heart couldn't help but beat faster.
Hu——
Suddenly, a yin wind that seemed to come from the depths of the underworld blew.
The weeds as tall as a person's waist rustled, like a requiem for the dead, making people shudder.
Jiang Xiao decisively held the dagger spirit weapon in his hand again, concentrating on the surroundings.
Soon, a thick white mist that was almost tangible surrounded from all directions.
In a short moment, Jiang Xiao was completely in the fog, his vision was completely white, and he couldn't see anything.
"Not good!"
Jiang Xiao knew that this was the means of the White Mist Ghost.
The school had a special ghost class, which taught knowledge about these low-level ghosts.
Among them was the White Mist Ghost.
The White Mist Ghost is a white-level ghost, a collection of a large number of wandering spirits, with strong resentment, often inhabiting cemeteries. Its ability is to summon a large amount of white mist, blocking vision, and hiding its true body in the white mist to harm people's lives.
This is even more troublesome than that Night Road Ghost!
Just as Jiang Xiao was on high alert, he didn't notice that a withered hand slowly stretched out from the mist behind him.
Like the wrinkles of dead tree bark, it made people feel sick and nauseous, emitting a cold breath.
The White Mist Ghost hid in the white mist, isolating all senses.
Shua!
The withered arm like chicken skin quietly reached out and grabbed Jiang Xiao's neck.
Suddenly, Jiang Xiao felt like he had fallen into a cold abyss, and a great panic descended!
Jiang Xiao's pupils gradually dilated, he wanted to use the dagger in his hand to slash at the other party.
But the other party's dry palm transmitted a large amount of yin energy, wantonly eroding all his flesh.
Soon, Jiang Xiao's face condensed a layer of frost, his whole body was shivering from the cold, completely losing his combat ability.
"This... this is the ability of the White Mist Ghost..."
Jiang Xiao's lips were trembling, under the shadow of death, he did not lose his basic reason.
After absorbing a large amount of yang energy, a trace of agility appeared in the gray eyes of the White Mist Ghost.
The appearance of the White Mist Ghost was an old man, wearing a black shirt from the last century, his face was full of wrinkles, a pair of gray eyes were emotionless, just looking at the appearance could scare children to cry.
At the moment of life and death, the shadow under Jiang Xiao finally changed.
The strange shadow flowed like a liquid, finally completely breaking away from Jiang Xiao's body and moving to the bottom of the White Mist Ghost.
Ka——
The gray eyes of the White Mist Ghost, full of death, suddenly moved.
It looked down at the strange shadow under its feet, seeming a bit puzzled.
Shua!
In an instant, the shadow suddenly stretched out an ink-like tentacle, tightly wrapping around the body of the White Mist Ghost.
At this moment, the emotionless face of the White Mist Ghost actually showed a trace of panic.
It opened its dry mouth, making a silent roar, trying to break free from the shadow under it.
But the black tentacle was so ferocious, like a python that had caught its prey, it would do everything to wrap the prey to death.
The white mist around Jiang Xiao's body quickly dissipated.
The White Mist Ghost could no longer continue to use its ability at this moment.
The shadow now seemed like the most terrible quicksand in the desert, the black tentacles slowly dragged the White Mist Ghost into the depths of the shadow.
The latter struggled and roared, but was powerless, could only watch itself being swallowed by the darkness bit by bit.
Even Jiang Xiao could see the unwillingness of the White Mist Ghost at this moment.
"This... this..."
Looking at the extremely terrifying shadow at this moment, Jiang Xiao swallowed hard.
Compared to ghosts, his own shadow seemed much more strange...
After a while.
The White Mist Ghost completely disappeared from this world, like being swallowed by a python, without a trace.
The shadow seemed to be more solid, darker.
It slowly returned to Jiang Xiao's feet, turning back into a common shadow.