The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 247 Swinging a stick towards memory

Borrowing a ghost has confirmed that the detention failed.

now.

"Yes, the two plans are implemented together, which is the safest."

Li Leping made his thoughts clear.

"How sure are you?" Wang Xiaoming said.

He knew that Li Leping was about to show his hole card.

Li Leping dared to accept the second plan, which was tantamount to telling Wang Xiaoming that he suspected to have the supernatural ability of long-range attacks.

But at the moment, it can only be said to be suspicious, because while taking over the second plan, he also asked for the two plans to be implemented together.

This seems to vaguely indicate that he himself is not sure whether the second plan can be successfully implemented.

Therefore, he needs someone to advance the first plan while he is trying the second plan, so as to prevent everyone from staring blankly at the failure of the plan.

"grasp?"

Li Leping said: "I'm not sure, it's just an attempt. If it succeeds, then the borrowing of ghosts will come to an end. If it fails, it can only depend on the positioning ability of the ghost master at the headquarters."

He didn't talk big, and he didn't take big responsibilities.

To what extent it can be achieved, everyone must know in their hearts, and they cannot just pin their hopes on him alone.

"Okay, then I hope you succeed."

"That's it, let's act separately."

After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, Li Leping hung up the phone.

Return Jiang Hao's satellite positioning mobile phone to him.

Subsequently, Wang Xiaoming took out his own satellite positioning mobile phone.

He wanted to contact the headquarters, and he wanted to directly contact the ghost master who was affiliated with the headquarters but had been kept in a state of high secrecy.

The call was quickly connected.

"Lu Zhiwen..."

Wang Xiaoming spoke.

He began to formally implement the first plan.

……

And on the other side.

Xingfan Street.

The street was extremely deserted, all the nearby shops were closed and closed, there was no pedestrian around, only some vehicles that were urgently abandoned on the road.

Everything here seems to have fallen into dead silence, the only thing that can move is the plastic bag floating in the air with the cold wind, but it also implies the desolation here.

"It's really dead and it will cause a lot of trouble."

Seeing Wu Wu's motionless body that had been dead for many days, Li Leping put down the phone and complained in his heart.

As a burst of thick smoke rose, Li Leping's figure disappeared in place.

But not long after, thick smoke surrounded the street again. When the charred smoke cleared, Li Leping reappeared on the street, standing next to the golden box where borrowing ghosts were originally held.

However, at this moment, there was an extra bundle of gold leaf in his hand.

It was wrapped in a long strip of gold foil, and I don't know what was wrapped inside.

After peeling off layers of gold foil, a jet-black short stick appeared in sight.

This is a very ordinary-looking piece of equipment, similar to the equipment used for training in the former martial arts gym. It is about [-] centimeters long and about [-] centimeters in diameter.

But only when you hold it in your hand, you will suddenly realize that this short stick is not made of wood at all, but a metal iron rod that has been smeared with dark liquid.

The dark liquid concealed the metallic luster of the stick.

Close to the nose, sniff a little, can smell a faint smell of rust.

A bit similar to the smell of blood, but not very strong.

"Sure enough, it's blood, not paint."

Under the sun, after a little observation, Li Leping immediately figured out what the blackened liquid left on the short stick was.

It's not paint, but blood stains that have dried up, showing a dark red color, and if the light is weaker, it will be mistaken for pure black.

The short stick is held in the hand.

When I opened my hand again, I found that some dark red liquid had been stained on the palm.

"It's not that the paint on the cudgel has come off, it's that my hands are stained with this blood."

"Is it a curse? It's similar to a locking mechanism. As long as I swing this short stick, once the short stick has exerted its ability, the person who is stained with blood will be the one who will bear the price."

Li Leping didn't think the dark red liquid was for display.

This thing is more like a curse, because the killing rule of the short stick is to attack after touching the shadow.

It's just that Li Leping is human, so he doesn't need to compel him to obey the law of killing.

But that doesn't mean he can get away with using the short stick.

It doesn't matter if you throw it away, or just hold it in your hand and smash it.

The blood stain on the hand is a beacon, which will be marked by the person who uses the short stick.

And when the short stick is successfully used, those who have the beacon on their hands will also suffer a terrible price.

"Shadow is just a medium."

"Touching the body directly is also a medium of contact..."

Li Leping began to analyze.

"So, what if the medium is made of memory?"

At this moment, his gaze moved slightly.

Countless figures began to appear behind him.

The figures presented one by one, these figures are all people remembered by Li Leping, all of them are people who exist in his memory.

It was different from the experiment on Dong Rui.

In the last experiment, Li Leping tested that he was able to bring out the figures of people who remembered Dong Rui in the past three months.

It is only necessary to erase these figures, then these people will lose their memory of Dong Rui.

But Li Leping is different. No one can remember him, including Li Gui, who will gradually lose their memory of him.

So, he changed his strategy.

He did not let those who remembered himself appear.

The people he let himself remember emerged.

Using his own memory as the medium, Chen Zhong, his wife and children who died, and the survivors who were sent out of Okawa City by him.

Even, Borrowing Ghosts, as well as those ghosts dominated by it, appeared among these figures at this moment.

Whether it is a human or a ghost, as long as it is remembered by Li Leping, all of them appear in front of him now.

There were men and women, and some children.

It's just that everyone's eyes are so cold, and the illusory figure is not as warm as the flesh and blood of a living person.

Countless pairs of eyes seemed to be on Li Leping at the same moment.

It seems that it is not just borrowing ghosts and other ghosts, these phantoms created by supernatural beings are also ghosts.

Ignore these indifferent phantoms constructed by ghosts.

Li Leping was still thinking calmly.

"Erasing the existence of these figures, I can erase their memory of me."

"These figures are actually a kind of medium, and a means to launch forgotten ghost attacks on people through the medium of memory."

"I just don't know whether it's because the upper limit of the Forgotten Ghost stops here, or because of its incompleteness. The spirit of the Forgotten Ghost can only affect some memories of these people."

"but……"

He looked at the short stick in his hand.

"It only takes access to the vector to launch an attack."

"The Forgotten Ghost's ability to attack is limited, so if you use this short stick to hit these mediums... what will it be like?"

He began to think about it.

"Try it."

Li Leping glanced at the time.

It was less than two hours before six o'clock in the evening.

He still had time to try before the sleepwalker got out of control.

Once successful, he can use the medium of memory to attack the escaped ghosts.

Even if he fails, he will not suffer.

Anyway, if the attack was not successful, the price of using the short stick would not appear.

"Whether the result is failure or success, it cannot be delayed at this time."

The sleepwalker will show signs of losing control at six o'clock in the evening. At that time, Li Leping's body will continue to release the ghost of the sleepwalker like a frustrated temper, and his own consciousness will also fall into a kind of An unexamined state.

At that time, he would not be able to test like he is now.

The closer it was to twelve o'clock in the evening, the weaker the spirit that the Forgotten Ghost could display.

Because at that time, Li Leping would have to spend most of his Forgotten Ghosts to fight against the evil sleepwalking ghosts.

"It is imminent."

Thinking of this, Li Leping looked at the figures that appeared in front of him.

As long as his test is successful, then he has mastered an extremely terrifying ability.

Anyone who remembers him, or is remembered by him, may be attacked by that spiritual short stick.

Even if they are thousands of miles apart, they cannot escape.

Immediately, the figure that emerged dissipated, from a human to a ghost, and finally only one figure remained.

Borrow ghosts.

It stood in front of him, motionless, because it was only a medium that existed in memory.

"It's time to come back."

As if exhorting the wanderer to return home, Li Leping slowly raised the short stick in his hand.

At the same time, the spirit of the forgotten ghost is also on standby at any time.

The attack of the short stick was very terrifying. It seemed that any ghosts that existed in the physical sense would be hit and fell into a temporary silence.

Fortunately, the core ghost Li Leping controls is the Forgotten Ghost. The Forgotten Ghost that exists in his consciousness is the only card he has against the terrible curse.

Immediately, he swung the stick with all his strength.

The jet-black short stick swung at the borrowing ghost's chest, and hit it in the chest impartially.

As long as the attack can be launched through memory, then the primary goal is to borrow the bloody face on the ghost's chest, not the ghost itself.

First block the opening on one side of the bridge, as for the latter, let's talk about it later.

Swing out a stick.

The short stick passed through the phantom's chest.

"Um--!"

Suddenly, Li Leping let out a painful cry.

However, the moment he couldn't help but speak, he closed his mouth forcefully and blocked his voice.

For a moment, he seemed to have experienced a horrible baptism of pain. As he forcibly suppressed his shout, his entire face became flushed, and his forehead was covered with drops of sweat from the intense pain.

His hair was wet with sweat, and his arm holding the short stick seemed to have been poisoned. The whole arm turned dark purple in the blink of an eye, as if it had rotted away, exuding a thick rancid smell.

But even so, his dark purple palm was still holding the short stick tightly.

It's just that his palms have been trembling all the time, and he probably won't be able to hold them for a long time, and it's all relying on his willpower to hold on.

"Success?"

After a short period of severe pain, all his strength seemed to be exhausted in the fight against the pain.

He knelt down slowly on the ground, and the short stick in his hand fell to the ground lightly, making a slight "bang-dang" sound.

Even though his forehead was covered with sweat, and the pain from his arm was constantly stimulating his brain, his eyes were still looking at the short stick so sharply.

He suffered the price of using the short stick, so does this mean that the short stick's attack took effect?
(End of this chapter)