He glanced around, as if to make sure that Tang Wu had not gotten too close and couldn't hear us.
Then, a faint ghostly mist lingered around him, and Old Gong muttered, "The third lunar month is chaotic with the earth's energy scattered. Who should capture the plague ghost? Is it the City God Temple, the Changfeng Taoist Temple, or the Necropolis?"
"In the end, it should be the City God Temple and the Night Official."
"He didn't catch him, let the plague ghost penetrate into your body, Qin Waizi finds you, he knows that, you must have the earth energy in the body? According to my view, he calculates people can be quite reliable, calculate heaven, is not so great talent after all, at most is a countermeasure by turn on a wet barometer."
"You've held on for so many years, but it's just that you didn't hold out in the end, and it was the ghost thing itself that ran away."
"Their negligence in the past caused you to have to deceive others and reveal only a false self. Now, the Night Official boasts boldly, if you don't fight, it's your fault!"
"The ghost leader should give you some medicine, your kind heartedness is close to the smooth-headed donkey!"
"Let's put it that way, that night, the plague ghost was about to enter someone else, someone who was capable of running away. Would you expect him not to run to a safe place? He was also unlucky; he ended up in your body. Then he met an fortune teller, and couldn't escape; he could only be suppressed and almost became a slave."
Old Gong's long string of words made me stunned and dazed for a moment.
I've always thought that the plague ghost was caused by me and spread because of me.
Old Gong's reasoning sounds a bit twisted, but it also seems to be right.
Just, I can't speak for a long time.
To dig deep into the roots, there is little meaning. Things must be done in the end, I can put my mind at ease to ignore the plague ghost, it's obviously impossible.
Not long after, I descended from the mountain.
In the black night sky, purple mist is constantly floating.
I previously thought it was the ghost mist left by Wei Yumin, but at this moment, I finally realized that it was actually on these glasses.
It left a trace of information, continuously pointing out the direction to me.
My current location is at the back of the city mountain, Yang Guiyang's car is in front of him, he now didn't go down the mountain, nor can he drive a car, I can only walk to the side of the road and catch a taxi.
After getting into the front passenger seat, I took out my phone and scanned to pay a thousand yuan directly.
The driver was startled.
"Brother, what's going on with you? Did you get it wrong? Got drunk?"
"I'll tell you what to do, and you'll do it. Drive forward," I said without changing my expression, in a low voice.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stepped on the gas pedal, the car shot forward.
I focused intently, watching the pale purple ghost mist in front of me, constantly changing direction.
This took a considerable amount of time, as the car zigzagged through the urban area.
It's worth mentioning that we first arrived at a location, and I could vaguely see it, an old building with a thick ghost mist floating above. The ghost mist extending from the glasses originally pointed to there, but changed direction...
During this period, Old Gong was almost face-to-face with me, looking at the glasses.
He muttered something, implying that the place we just passed was where Song Fang had stayed, but he was cautious and changed locations after taking the ghost leader.
The heavy ghost energy is because the old guy originally kept ghosts.
I just listened and didn't answer Old Gong.
If I scared the driver, we would have to change drivers, adding unnecessary trouble.
"Grandpa, you've been going around and around, and you still have to consider Tang Lao's old man. With one car driving, he can even call for a car to follow. Now you're wandering around the city, what can an old man do to understand?" Old Gong muttered on and on.
I frowned, this was indeed a problem.
I took out my phone and sent a message to Tang Wu, stating that after I found Song Fang, I would inform him of the location.
Tang Wu did not reply to me.
Time passed slowly, around four thirty in the morning, when it was almost daylight.
What I saw in front of me was a building, about ten stories tall, with the outer walls looking worn and the main entrance being a folding door.
On the outer wall, there were peeling paint characters, indicating "Some Red Cross Hospital."
The entire building was shrouded in a faint purple mist, intertwined with thick gray energy.
Not only was there Wei Youming's presence, but also the presence of other ghosts!
"Pull over at the intersection," I shouted in a low voice.
The car drove a bit further and stopped at an intersection about 50-60 meters away.
After I got out, the car drove off quickly, as if afraid I would ask for money.
From a distance, I looked at that building and felt an overwhelming sense of fear and unease. In addition, I felt it was very complicated.
Because this place is in the city center, many shops are lit up at night, but they are closed.
Above the shops are residential buildings, which are somewhat similar to the street where Sun Dahai used to live.
Song Fang chose such a location, amidst a densely populated area and a hospital. He was not afraid to act, but it makes me difficult to handle.
I didn't approach immediately. I looked at the door number on the side of the road, took down the address, and sent it to Tang Wu.
Finally, I received a reply from Tang Wu.
"Wait a moment, old man needs to catch up with you first."
As expected, Old Gong's warning was correct.
I walked to the other side of the road and hid behind a light box, watching the old hospital building.
Vaguely, I could see a few people standing in front of the building.
More precisely, they were on tiptoes, almost floating on the ground.
"This is the new den of the Ghost Director," Old Gong said suddenly.
"Mm?" I was slightly confused.
"Song Fang captured the Ghost Director, so he didn't stay in his own place anymore. He is careful and followed the Ghost Director's old nest, he thought this would be safe. That building is an abandoned building with no smell inside." Old Gong explained to me.
My heartbeat quickened again.
I didn't move rashly. In fact, places like this, it doesn't make a difference whether it's night or day, the main thing is that Tang Wu hasn't caught up yet, and there is no guarantee of safety.
"Grandpa, you give it a drop of blood and try it." At this time, Old Gong reminded me.
I drew a line with my finger across the tip of the Gaotian Sword, squeezing out a few drops, which fell onto the frameless glasses.
The purple mist floating in front of the glasses instantly reversed and rolled back, making the glasses very cold, and also a bit bloody colored.
Tiny threads of breath, as if to penetrate into my head.
I paused slightly but did not resist.
This feeling is similar to the old ghost trying to possess me.
However, the ghost energy on this pair of glasses is limited. Wei Youming has left at most a sliver of an idea to guide the way. He cannot control my body, and it can be easily removed with a spell.
The coolness ran through my eyes, causing me to instinctively close them.
However, even with my eyes closed, a scene appeared before me.
I was not closing my eyes.
No, it was Wei Youming who had his eyes open!
This scene is similar to the perception I used in the past, but it's different.
Perception is when I actively sense everything about ghosts, their experiences, and this is when I use blood to communicate with Wei Youming's ghostly energy, showing me everything he sees.
"I" see a man in Tang clothes, with silver threads tattooed on his face, who looks like he's in his middle-aged years. He has broad shoulders and thin cheeks, with eyes that are bright and sharp.
"Wei Youming, you will never escape from my palm!"
Song Fang appeared calm and self-satisfied, with a faint smile: "No ghosts, no one, has ever escaped my control. Only death, or soul dispersal. I can raise you, so I can control you. If you don't obey my commands, I can crush everything you have!"
"You, can you submit!?" Song Fang's words were resolute.
"You... are sick!" The hoarse, elderly voice seemed to resonate in my mind.
In front of "I", Song Fang's face turned dark and ugly.
