The King of Curses

Chapter 54 "Long time no see, Cen Dongsheng."

Seeing Yi Qingyan staring at the corpses in a daze, Cen Dongsheng decided not to disturb her.

Although this girl currently behaves like a weak high school girl and seems to have not yet awakened her life barrier, she is indeed a weirdo and some of her ideas are very different from those of ordinary people, such as burying dead cats.

Also, what Yi Qingyan said unintentionally at that time had already reminded him of the "Pingdeng King"... but he didn't realize that it was him.

After all, it was the childhood of the big devil, I can understand it, I can understand it.

Cen Dongsheng looked at the last door. Theoretically, behind it was the passage leading to the core ghost.

He was not in a hurry to go in, but began to think about things on his own.

"Well, some things have been clarified."

When he was collecting information on the Internet before, he had seen various rumors compiled by others: from the millennium to the recent years, there have been incredible supernatural events circulating among students at Caixin Middle School.

This has been proven to be true by the illusion; on the other hand, the reason why the weather in the haunted house is always the same as before a storm has also been explained.

Ten years ago, a tragedy occurred on the campus of Caixin Middle School, which was the cause of everything.

The ending was predictably tragic.

The man killed the woman and buried the victim in the woods, which led to a series of tragic incidents, including the man and his wife, and the principal who tried to conceal the news;

In the past one or two years, there was another incident of a student jumping off a building. The cause was that a boy was slandered and chose to commit suicide because he could not bear the humiliation.

By this calculation, there are four groups of five evil ghosts in this haunted house.

The first victim, the girl whose body was buried, has not yet appeared;

The second group is a couple who were killed by the evil spirit of the first victim and all died.

Cen Dongsheng got a sign for the head of the grade. It is likely that the husband whose head was chopped off has been eliminated. As for the ghost of the female teacher whose eyes were gouged out, I have not encountered it yet.

The third, the principal, never showed up;
The fourth one, the male ghost who was falsely accused, never appeared.

In that case, it is possible that he has found someone else.

Cen Dongsheng thought of the group of survivors hiding in the classroom and hoped that they were doing well.

"Second question. Are there any core ghosts among them?"

If there is, it is most likely the original victim.

But he always felt that things would not be that simple.

After all, the illusions they just saw were played by the haunted house for them. Although they may not be fake, there is a high probability that something is concealed.

He never hesitated to guess the worst intentions of the ghosts and monsters. Anyone who underestimated the cunning and viciousness of these non-humans would suffer.

"It is very likely that there is an older, more terrifying ghost controlling all this behind the scenes..."

Cen Dongsheng stared at the door.

"Deliberately pointing me a path to where it is is itself a trap."

He began to look around.

This room was different from the previous ones. It had four white walls and was empty, with only the floor being black.

at this time--

"elder brother……!"

A surprised cry came from Yi Qingyan's direction.

Cen Dongsheng turned his head and saw that the four bodies on the ground were slowly sinking.

To be precise, it is being "eaten" by the floor.

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Yi Qingyan staggered back two steps, the floor beneath her feet rising and falling like a surfboard on the sea water.

She bent down to try to keep her balance, but she almost fell down.

Then, the young man who ran up behind her grabbed her and held her waist in a hug.

Cen Dongsheng jumped a few meters away, held her in his arms, and then jumped onto the windowsill next to him.

The girl just let out a surprised "Ah!" and then stopped struggling. It seemed that she was used to being held.

Cen Dongsheng was hanging between the roof and the wall like Spider-Man, but he didn't rely on fluff or static electricity, but something more brutal - his five fingers were inserted into the cement, fixing the weight of the two people.

He looked down and saw that the floor beneath his feet had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a large, undulating ocean.

Every inch of the wave's true form that moves is exactly the black shadow that can be seen everywhere in the haunted house.

The noisy wails of countless people came from below, and the outlines of twisted limbs, torsos and heads could be vaguely seen.

It turns out that the black floor did not exist at all, but was a plane made up of the bodies of ghosts.

"My spiritual perception is really lacking..."

Cen Dongsheng sighed lightly, no longer paying attention to these minions, and turned his gaze to the center of the room.

The previous battle has proved that even if there are a few more floating spirit-level ghosts, they are meaningless to him, so the key still lies in seeing who is the evil ghost that attacks them.

"……It's you."

A skinny figure emerged from the dark ocean, with one hand on her waist and the other on her chest. Her posture was awkward and she was a little hunched. She raised her head, and a dim light flickered in her pair of dark eyes.

It's the ghost of the principal.

Cen Dongsheng narrowed his eyes.

"You're here to deal with me? Just you?"

The evil ghost let out a strange, hoarse laugh.

She lowered her hands, and the huge wounds on her chest and waist were all exposed to the air. Even the squirming internal organs could be seen clearly, and blood was constantly flowing out.

The sticky plasma fell to the ground, like red ink on a piece of rice paper, and soon the whole room was covered by a hazy red light.

Cen Dongsheng raised his head and found that in the blink of an eye, the ceiling of the room began to rise continuously, and the walls were rapidly retreating in all directions.

The originally cold, inorganic white cement was contaminated by the strange red light, and grew layers of flesh and blood films, which looked deformed and weird.

Everywhere you look, you see clusters of mutated organs and tumors, as if you were inside the body of a giant creature.

……

"what!"

Cen Dongsheng couldn't help laughing.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is naturally an extremely shocking and terrifying scene; but in the eyes of experienced warriors, the opponent's true colors have been completely exposed.

——Yes, this is an illusion ghost.

As the name suggests, it is a ghost that specializes in creating illusions.

It’s not that the curse can’t erode the entire space in an instant: the reversal of yin and yang, the reversal of life and death, the taboos of flesh and blood... There are all kinds of incredible supernatural powers in this world.

But the evil spirit in front of him was of Grade B, so he couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it.

As expected, everything they just saw was created by the phantom ghost.

After realizing the nature of his opponent, although the evil spirit was very decisive in going all out right at the start, Cen Dongsheng actually felt relieved.

"Close your eyes and don't look."

As he spoke, the man covered Yi Qingyan's eyes with his hands.

Rather than the guy in front of him, he was more worried about whether there were other ghosts hiding nearby and ready to attack him.

The good news is that Cen Dongsheng feels that he won’t need to expend much energy to deal with this phantom ghost.

"Brother...you seem to be less nervous all of a sudden."

Yi Qingyan closed her eyes obediently, but still keenly captured the man's emotions from his palms and heartbeat.

"Is that ghost very weak?"

"Weak? It's hard to say. It might be quite troublesome for others."

Cen Dongsheng smiled.

"It's just that this guy's ability doesn't have much effect on me. Also, I was very nervous just now? How did you find out?" "Well... Actually, I can feel that you have always had a sense of urgency since you left the classroom. It's like you are worried... or afraid that something will happen soon."

Yi Qingyan closed her eyes, clasped her hands to her chest, and spoke softly.

"Can you share it with me? I can help you share the burden."

What's the use of telling you?

I'm just afraid of you, afraid that you will suddenly go crazy.

Cen Dongsheng did not answer, but smiled and used the "angry dog ​​head rubbing method" on the little girl again. This trick was used to vent tension.

"Woo..."

Yi Qingyan had to tidy up her messed up hair. Although she had no intention of resisting, she seemed somewhat helpless about someone's "childish behavior".

"Next, hold on to me."

He said, closing his eyes as he tightened his arms.

The ability of the phantom ghost is more like a "first sight kill". Novice spell-binding masters often do not have a clear understanding that "they are no longer human beings", so they will be confused by the senses such as vision or smell and fall into traps.

In fact, the easiest way to deal with hallucinations is to just block your five senses, and the rest depends on your "spiritual perception," or what ordinary people call the sixth sense.

Meditation, one of the daily practices of a spell-binding master, can develop this ability, so as long as you master the trick, it is not difficult to fight against illusions.

Even though he had previously complained that his spiritual perception was “not good enough”, it was still completely sufficient.

It is almost impossible for ordinary people to resist phantom ghosts.

On the one hand, normal people’s spiritual perception is duller, and once the five senses are blocked, they will be unable to move forward; on the other hand, the sixth sense is closely related to brain activity, and without the protection of true Qi, thinking itself may be interfered with.

In short, this kind of ghosts are good at illusions, but their physique is weak, so they are not a big threat to experienced spell masters like Cen Dongsheng. Unless the mental interference reaches a certain level, it can break through the double protection limit of the spell master's true qi and physical body.

For example, "Tian Kui Quan Shou" can simply and brutally crush people's spirit into powder.

In a sense, the confrontation between the spiritual worlds relies on pure violence even more than the real world. The strong will always be strong. There is no skill involved and there is no possibility of the weak defeating the strong.

……

Things turned out just as he expected.

Cen Dongsheng closed his eyes and quickly entered a "meditation" state.

He protected Yi Qingyan with one hand and cleared the way with the other, walking forward steadily.

He is not a ghost immortal, so the things reflected in his spiritual perception are naturally not as clear as those seen with the naked eye, but this is not important at all.

As long as you can vaguely catch the outline of the Yin Qi in front of you, and then punch it with all your strength.

The phantom ghost's other methods couldn't even break his defense. He could only watch the man with his eyes closed swinging his fists and approaching him little by little.

Although it had started strong ahead of time, it was the one that was forced into a desperate situation. It slowly, slowly... retreated into the corner of the room.

The illusion is just an illusion, the size of the building in reality has not changed.

The evil ghost let out an anxious roar and tried to pass through the wall to leave the room, but Cen Dongsheng caught the flaw.

"boom!"

The man's raised fist was wrapped in a burning invisible true qi.
Veins popped out on his arms, muscles bulged, and this punch was like a cannonball, piercing through the wall in front of him;
As smoke and dust rose, broken cement bricks poured down, and a big hole was directly opened in the chest of the phantom ghost, and the body became illusory as if it was burned.

"Ow—"

The evil ghost, which was severely injured, roared like a beast and retreated rapidly.

……

When Cen Dongsheng opened his eyes, he saw the collapsed wall, the hole in the wall that he had punched, and the curled-up ghost behind the hole.

Just as he was about to take a step forward and pursue the victory, he suddenly stopped in alert.

A thick vine that came from nowhere rushed in from the window like a python, tightly wrapped around the phantom ghost, and pierced into its body through the wound.

The meridians covered on the dark green vines were wriggling like human blood vessels, injecting some substance into the body of the evil spirit.

"Ahhhh——!"

The evil ghost screamed and struggled, but its originally illusory body began to slowly solidify again.

"Oh, you finally couldn't help it."

Cen Dongsheng's lips curled up, realizing that his guess was correct.

In addition to the evil spirits that were born from a series of tragedies that occurred in Caixin Middle School, there is also an even more ancient ghost lurking on this land.

It is the culprit, the core of this haunted house.

But the other party's action made him feel more at ease.

It’s good that he didn’t hide it. Not daring to show up proves that the other party is afraid of Cen Dongsheng’s power.

"Since you want to use your little brother to test me, I welcome it."

The energy stored in the haunted house is limited. If you want to help this evil ghost recover, you must release some of the Yin Qi.

He didn't mind weakening its power before facing the core ghost.

Cen Dongsheng walked slowly towards the phantom ghost, strolling leisurely, and even had the mind to make a comment:
"I guess... your next attack is to create the image that I fear the most. Am I right?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the appearance of the evil spirit began to change. A ball of wriggling black mist appeared in its place, as if something was deforming.

Not surprisingly, he guessed right again.

There's no way, Cen Dongsheng is from a version eight years later, and he's already used to these tricks.

Ghosts these days are relatively simple, with only these three tricks.

Creating a fictional image or scene that the opponent fears the most, and having certain cognitive abilities that match it - this is generally the ultimate killer move of the phantom ghost.

Although the evil ghost's ability is not strong enough to interfere with Cen Dongsheng's thinking, it can still capture some leaked signals in brain activity.

The image created by these things, coupled with the fact that fictional existence cannot transcend the level limitations of the creator, can only be said to be a specious fake.

Of course, it cannot be said that this ability is completely useless, especially for those curse masters who have had bad experiences and have developed PTSD. If they are suddenly attacked, they may suffer a huge mental shock and their condition may deteriorate drastically, leading to a fatal accident.

Such examples are not uncommon, but as I said, this is really useless to Cen Dongsheng.

He felt that his mental state was very healthy and he didn't know what to be afraid of. He had encountered the phantom ghost more than once before his rebirth and had never been afraid of it. It was even less likely that he would be afraid after his rebirth.

In fact, "the most feared thing" is often not fixed, but is more related to the situation of the person involved.

When people are diving, they fear drowning the most; when they are climbing a mountain, they fear falling to their death the most; recent memories are certainly more profound than those in the past.

Cen Dongsheng himself couldn't help but feel a little curious. What was the existence that he feared the most at this moment?

……

He soon had the answer.

The mist stopped wriggling and slowly dispersed.

From the darkness, a figure walked out.

Along with a clear voice that was familiar yet unfamiliar, a blood-stained short boot stepped on the floor.

"Where is this? ...Ah, I still remember you."

"That person" glanced at him.

"You are Cen Dongsheng, a subordinate of the 'Philosopher King', right?"

The wind blew up her dust-free black hair that fell over her shoulders. The elegant and bright young woman stood in front of him with a knife in one hand and a smile on her face.

Her features were blurry, but her temperament was as charming as he remembered.

The expression on Cen Dongsheng's face froze for a moment.

"Long time no see." she said.

Even though he knew it was a fake, but...

"...Long time no see." he said.

(End of this chapter)