Liu Daosheng

"Everyone should be careful recently. I suspect that some dirty things have come back with us." Officer Hu told several people the warning his parents gave him. He believed that the dirty things came out of the village.

"No, boss, don't scare me, I'm very timid." Wu Xiang was scared by Officer Hu's words and hid in Xiao Shuai's arms.

Hearing Officer Hu's words, Pan Ran realized that something was wrong with him these days, but those facts were too insignificant, so he didn't pay much attention to them. Now that he thought about it, it was very likely that they were really entangled, but why? Can't he see it?

"So everyone should be extra careful these days. In a few days, it will be the ghost festival, and it will also be a day when the gates of ghosts are open. On ghost festival, no matter what kind of ghosts will come out, their purpose is to find a substitute. For safety, we will do it in pairs. A group, perhaps relying on the yang energy of two people can survive safely."

On the ghost festival day, the sky will always be darker than before, and the yin will be extraordinarily heavy. Every night, no matter the unjust dead ghosts, water ghosts, hanged ghosts, etc. will break free from their shackles and search for suitable candidates (they all belonging to the hungry ghosts), occupying their bodies and devouring their souls and taking their place.

"Well, head, I'm a girl, can you let me be with you if I'm so dark, Xiao Shuai doesn't work at all." Wu Xiang jumped away from Xiao Shuai's side in disgust, and went to Officer Hu's side in a fawning manner Made it together.

"Okay, I, Wu Xiang, and Xiao Shuai are in a team of three, and Pan Ran, you and Zhuang Song will be in a team. That's the decision."

"Pan Ran, let's go together." Zhuang Song held Pan Ran's hand shyly, his face turned red.

"..." Pan Ran had no choice but to nod.

So, Pan Ran and Zhuang Song lived together. Now there are three days before the Ghost Festival, Pan Ran can feel that his spirit has improved a lot. After all, he is also one of the hungry ghosts. Under the influence of the ghost, once the gate of hell is opened, he will return to his original appearance, and by then this body will be nothing but a corpse.

Three days passed quickly, and the Ghost Festival also followed. On this day, Pan Ran was forced to leave the body he had been living in, but after leaving this human body, his ability to perceive ghost energy was greatly enhanced, and his sensitivity He also became more sensitive, and it was at this time that he realized that there was actually a ghost cage beside him, and the ghost aura within a radius of a hundred miles was gathered together by him, forming a big cage.

The ghost cage is a powerful aura formed by the majestic ghost aura. Once the ghost cage is formed, all the ghost aura that is close to the ghost cage will be absorbed into the ghost cage. In this way, the hungry bird that created the ghost cage The ghost will gain the energy of tens of thousands of hungry ghosts, and thus advance to the ghost king.

Pan Ran felt that she was being sucked out by a strong suction force, "Oh, it hurts." The feeling of being pulled out of the whole body was too painful, and after a few minutes of enduring it, the feeling disappeared again , on the contrary, Pan Ran felt a very powerful energy right next door to his room.

For some reason, he was not inhaled. Pan Ran became very anxious when he thought that the person living next door was Zhuang Song. He stood on tiptoe and slowly moved towards the door. When he opened the door, he looked into Zhuang Song's room.

Zhuang Song's room was locked but not locked, which made it easier for Pan Ran to peep. He quietly opened the door a crack, and Pan Ran stood at the door and looked in.

"Ah!" Inside the door, Zhuang Song sat on the bed in pain, and the ghostly aura around him kept entering his body, as if he wanted to squeeze in desperately, but this made Zhuang Song unbearable, while Pan Ran In his eyes, Zhuang Song was actually wearing a mask at this time, but the mask appeared and disappeared from time to time, which seemed very unstable.

Gradually, with the intrusion of ghost energy, Zhuang Song's expression became calmer, he seemed to be a different person, and in the pile of ghost energy flying around, Pan Ran saw a touch of silver hidden in it, the end of the silver white There is still a white thread connected, and the other end of the white thread is in Zhuang Song's hand, but the color of the white thread changes from silvery white to black gray, and finally it is completely black in Zhuang Song's hand.

"Zhuang Song?" Pan Ran didn't understand why Zhuang Song had a ghostly aura and was still so powerful. He unconsciously made a sound, but Zhuang Song heard his voice.

Zhuang Song paused when he heard Pan Ran's voice. He turned his head and stared at Pan Ran's eyes. The emotions in those eyes were full of darkness and revenge. Pan Ran had never seen eyes carrying so many dark emotions. , no wonder it can absorb such a large amount of ghost energy without harming the body.

"Here?" Zhuang Song didn't seem surprised by Pan Ran's arrival, he sat up and got out of bed and walked towards Pan Ran, and the ghost energy moved and floated with his footsteps like a big balloon, absorbing still continue.

"You're not Zhuang Song." Pan Ran met Zhuang Song head-on, his eyes fixed on the silvery white, and that silvery white was also being invaded by black, and it would soon be absorbed by Zhuang Song just like those ghostly auras.

"Oh, you guessed wrong, I am Zhuang Song." Zhuang Song walked in front of Pan Ran, he also looked up at the silvery white that was gradually eroded by darkness, he smiled happily, feeling the pleasure of revenge.

Pan Ran looked at Zhuang Song in front of him, and he suddenly realized that the one in front of him was Zhuang Song, and the silvery white was just a hungry ghost hiding it perfectly. They were all the same, invading other people's bodies and occupying their lives. The difference is that Pan Ran chose to continue, while Zhuang Song chose to monopolize.

Zhuang Song's childhood was not good, his father was always beating and insulting him, and his mother always chose to escape and wait cowardly, waiting for his father's return, but she couldn't wait.

Sleepless all night, Zhuang Song hid in his closet until dawn. The next day he found out that his parents had lost their body temperature. He was beaten and scolded by his father since he was a child. His mind is not that fragile, but his parents Death still dealt him quite a blow.

Zhuang Song, who was only eight years old, was sent to the orphanage by his relatives. The life in the orphanage was monotonous and tortured for such a child. There is also a lot of food, so he can only have half a piece of steamed bun for breakfast every day. If he gets up late, even the half piece of steamed bun will be taken away by other children.

Lunch is a big pot of rice. Zhuang Song, who has no strength, can barely grab half a bowl of rice and a few chopsticks of vegetables. As for the meat, he can laugh. This kind of life lasted for six years. The orphanage taught Zhuang Song how to snatch and eat. endure.

Perhaps it was the previous experience that made Zhuang Song understand that silence and obedience are the best way to attract people. Once, when young couples came to choose their children, what he showed happened to be what the couple wanted and liked. Zhuang Song was lucky. He was selected, and a little girl went with him.

It was mid-June that year, and the weather was very hot. When I stepped on the ground, I felt that my feet were being scorched violently and it was very hot. Only the director's room in the orphanage had air conditioning. The children could only rely on the wind from small hand fans to dissipate heat. .

The couple who took Zhuang Song away had a well-to-do family, and they also installed two air conditioners in their home. Zhuang Song, who was using the air conditioner for the first time, walked comfortably under the air conditioner, feeling the coolness of the cool wind blowing on his cheeks.

Such a beautiful day did not last long, more than half a month later, the gate of hell opened, and Zhuang Song witnessed everything incredible.

On the day of Ghost Festival, everyone didn't pay attention. They still did their own things and didn't take this festival seriously. But throughout the day, Zhuang Song felt that someone was staring at him. He was 14 years old, and there were many things. He could tell the difference by himself, so he became more cautious. At night, Zhuang Song felt very uncomfortable when the Yin Qi was strong at night, but he didn't say it.

That night, he saw with his own eyes a lot of things floating outside like fog, seeming to be looking for a target. Everything in front of him made Zhuang Song panic. He wanted to remind the couple and the little girl, but what he saw was them. Their hands and feet were engulfed by the black mist, and they slept peacefully without feeling any pain. Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Song saw that the swallowed black mist turned into the appearance of the couple, even their postures were exactly the same.

Seeing such a scene, Zhuang Song was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He was still a child, and he had no way to stop it. All he could do was run away.

Escaping became the only thought in his mind, he was lucky to avoid all the fog, perhaps because Zhuang Song was only a child so the target of the fog was not him, Zhuang Song was relieved and sat slumped in a tree Panting, this tree is very big and there is a hole in the middle of the tree that can only accommodate Zhuang Song alone.

The relaxed Zhuang Song had nowhere to go, so he just sat in the tree hole and waited for dawn, just like his mother let him hide in the closet that night, but Zhuang Song, who thought he would be safe and sound, was found. The cloud of mist was very smart, he didn't attack rashly, but made an attack when Zhuang Song was completely relaxed. Zhuang Song's body was completely controlled by him, and he also became Zhuang Song, continuing Zhuang Song's life.

The door of ghosts is wide open. Although hungry ghosts can attach themselves to human bodies, there are very few successful examples. Because hungry ghosts are cruel and cruel, most of them will kill each other before they succeed. Even if they still fail in the end, they will still choose to go first. Killing the opponent and turning the opponent's energy into his own use is a hungry ghost.

But the hungry ghost didn't expect that Zhuang Song didn't disappear completely, but was lurking in this body waiting for the day when he came out. Zhuang Song, who had no body, began to absorb the energy absorbed by the hungry ghost, and he transformed in the hungry ghost's body. With the energy of the hungry ghost growing himself without any trace, finally on the day of Ghost Festival, his energy was completely saturated, he broke through all the shackles, and regained control of his body.

"Oh, did you see? At the end of the day, he was still hiding his true heart." Zhuang Song smiled ironically, and with a wave of his palm, the silvery white color faded into pitch black and foul-smelling. The mist, the mist is particularly weak compared to those next to it.

Looking at the real appearance of the silvery white, Pan Ran fell silent. It turned out that the one beside him was always a hungry ghost that was the same as him, but Pan Ran had no right to blame him, because he himself used someone else's body to continue his life , although the approaches are different, they are essentially the same.

The Ghost Festival is over, and the only thing that has changed is Pan Ran, he has become silent, he seldom feels sorry for the hungry ghost, and his life is controlled by another person, that person is Zhuang Song, After that incident, Zhuang Song held Pan Ran's ghost thread tightly in his hand, just like the hungry ghost held Zhuang Song's thread tightly in his hand at that time.

Once the ghost line is seen or even caught by other hungry ghosts, then he will not have any freedom, so his life will revolve around that hungry ghost until he chooses to let go.