Ghostmasters must know:
1. Ghosts cannot be killed. Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.
2. Ghosts have a pattern to their actions. As long as you can find the pattern, even ordinary people may survive a supernatural event.
3. Every ghost was a puzzle piece, and they would form even more terrifying ghosts with each other.
4. Ghosts can corrupt the consciousness of humans. Ghost controllers are all aliens. Humans are not humans, and ghosts are not ghosts.
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5. Welcome to hell, hehehe.
The first four sentences were a man's urgent reminder, and the last sentence was a long time away from the first sentence, which was much more eerie.
Especially the last laugh, it was hoarse and low, like the low laughter of a malicious ghost. It had a strange influence, enough to make ordinary people tremble in fear.
However, Yin Jian only brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth with a calm expression. After washing up as if nothing had happened, he wiped his face with a towel and said calmly,
"What the hell are you?"
He was sure that he was not hallucinating. The voice did not come from an electronic device or somewhere outside. It sounded more like it was directly in his mind.
Yin Jian wasn't an ordinary person, or rather, he wasn't a normal person. Because of a strange illness, compared to normal people, he didn't express most of his emotions, including fear.
This made him seem to be in an indifferent and calm state at all times, including when he encountered such an obvious supernatural event, he could still ask questions calmly.
However, no one, or rather, no ghost, answered his question.
However, the evil ghost's low laughter sounded again in his mind. The ghost's laughter echoed in his mind and became louder and louder, making Yin Jian unable to help but frown.
At the same time, he, who could still maintain his calm under such circumstances, could hear another voice in his mind.
"Binding to the sign-in system. Rustle! Rustle!"
The sound was mechanical and rigid, and it was intermittent, like the kind of old radio with bad signal. However, the sound grew louder and louder in the ghost laughter. In a moment, even the ghost laughter could not cover up the sound.
Finally, when the two voices reached their loudest, all the sounds disappeared.
A moment later, a new voice sounded in Yin Jian's mind.
"Shasha, the Ghost Registration System has been successfully bound. I'll sign in a ghost every day…Rustle."
" Now, the registration begins. Shasha, hehehe…"
This voice had a mechanical and rigid tone, but it was also strangely coupled with the low laughter of a malicious ghost. It gave off an indescribable sense of strangeness, as if two strange things had fused and completely turned into an even more terrifying and strange thing.
However, this did not make Yin Jian afraid. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth subconsciously pulled up into a stiff arc.
The curiosity and excitement that he had not felt for a long time reappeared in his body. In the face of the supernatural event that had completely shattered his worldview, he was now very excited.
"First time signing in, Ghost Heart, welcome to hell, hehehe.”
A mechanical and rigid ghost laugh sounded. A red heart suddenly appeared in front of Yin Jian. However, it was different from a normal person's heart. The red of this heart was not the kind of blood, the healthy red.
It was more like the red paint of an old-fashioned home, filled with an old and dead feeling.
Moreover, the sound of his heartbeat was a little too loud. The sound of his heart beating was actually deafening.
The ghost heart only appeared in front of Yin Jian for less than two seconds before completely disappearing.
Yin Jian subconsciously pressed his hand on his chest. He realized that the moment the ghost heart disappeared, his heartbeat also stopped. To be precise, his original heart had disappeared.
Right now, his heart was a ghost heart that had stopped beating.
Along with the appearance of the ghost heart, there was also a strange instinct. It was the instinct of the ghost heart.
Driven by this instinct, Yin Jian's heart began to beat violently.
Bang, bang, bang.
A deafening heartbeat filled the entire room. In the next moment, his figure disappeared and appeared outside the door of the house.
Teleporting within the range of sound was the Ghost Heart's ability. At this moment, this ability was completely controlled by Yi Jian as if it was his instinct.
"Is this a ghost controller? Just like an esper." After experiencing the feeling of superpowers for the first time, Yin Jian's worldview was shattered, and his emotions fluctuated slightly.
Then, as if he had obtained a fun toy, he teleported again and appeared in the room.
But soon, he felt the difference between a ghost controller and a superpowered person in movies.
After only using his ability twice, he could feel the ghost's heart begin to beat. It started to beat slowly from its original silence. Even without using his ability, this beating did not stop.
With every complete beat, he could feel a cold feeling bursting out from his heart, as if his blood had lost its temperature.
"Resurrection of Specters." Subconsciously, Yin Jian thought of this word.
Every time he used his ability, the Ghost Heart in his body would beat faster. The Ghost Heart would change the blood in his body. Under normal circumstances, this situation was irreversible. When the Ghost Heart completely changed his blood, the Ghost Heart would be completely revived.
This wasn't a convenient ability like superpowers. This was an exchange between ghosts, exchanging their lives for abilities. Humans, in this exchange, had no room for resistance.
Just like what the ghost smile had said, humans were not humans, and ghosts were not ghosts. The moment one became a ghost controller, the boundary between humans and ghosts was already very blurred.
However, this kind of despair did not make Yin Jian collapse. Instead, he enjoyed this feeling.
This kind of excitement was something that even the extreme sports that he had participated in before could not bring.
He couldn't help but be curious about what would be signed in tomorrow.
From the day he planted a ghost in his body, his life seemed to have started to become more colorful.
The ingredients at home could still last for about a week. Yin Jian called the school to take a week off and then stayed at home.
A sealed house, a young man living alone, and a system that signed in a ghost every day. Together, it was like a coffin that was nurturing a malicious ghost.
If it was an ordinary person, he would have gone crazy long ago. However, for Yin Jian, this kind of life was more interesting.
Seven days passed quickly in this isolated life.
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