Manual of the Monster in City

6 Legendary Foodie

If someone asked when opening Zhihu one day: "What kind of experience is it like being possessed by a ghost?"

So now Jia Qingming must be the one who has the most say.

However, his answer is "I don't feel much."

"This is impossible." After hearing this, Xiao Hei held his arms and leaned against the closet beside him, and pointed out his mistake very professionally.

"A ghost is something that is the most yin. The yin and yang of a human body are compatible with the yang body, and the yin and the yin and the yang body can walk in the world. And things like ghosts enter the body as if they are flooded with pulses that interfere with the magnetic field. , It’s absolutely impossible to feel nothing. Even if you don’t have a serious illness, you will at least have... well... the kind of discomfort similar to sleeping stiff neck."

Speaking of this, she raised her hand to cover the back of her neck and rubbed it pretentiously.

Qingming also twisted her neck, then rubbed it again, seeming to want to understand the "scientific truth" Xiao Hei said, and then she looked confused:

"No."

To him, it was like a deep sleep and a long, long dream, but the dream was vague. Although the dream will become blurred soon after a person wakes up, he feels that the dream is chaotic from the beginning.

He vaguely remembered that there was a quiet temple surrounded by dense forest in his dream. There was a girl with lively eyebrows standing in the temple. Day after day, the temple collapsed in the fire, and the tall idols collapsed in it, raising huge dust.

But at the most critical moment, the picture of dreams becomes unclear, like a snowflake screen that pops up suddenly when an old-fashioned TV has no signal.

He just noticed that when the idol collapsed, there seemed to be strange blood seeping from the clay, as if the broken clay was not a cold clay idol, but a living existence.

During the whole day at school, Jia Qingming tried to recall the scenes in his dreams. Since there is a strange connection between this dream and the ghost possession, he must be able to find some clues in it.

This is the truth, Qingming thought so too, but in the end, he found nothing but spent a day and a half staring out the window in a daze.

Today's weather is still gloomy, and the layers of black clouds seem to collapse into a thunderstorm at any time.

"It's okay, that kind of thing." Xiao Hei said to him during the break. "All investigations are complete. As long as you go back at night and see Miss Bai Ling, there will be no problem. Everything will be resolved. Since Miss Bai Ling has agreed and charged the price, it means she can do it."

The little black cat jumped on the desk proudly, vomiting, it was strange to look at. However, the fact is that only Jia Qingming can hear what she said, and everyone else can only hear her "meow" cry.

"Miss Bai Ling is really that amazing?"

"You ask such silly questions, it must be because you don't know who she is."

"It seems... lived a long time? There is a magic spell coming." Qingming thought about the scene of the meeting with Bai Ling yesterday while answering her.

——"Mr. Seimei is the destined person I am waiting for, and the person destined to kill me."

I did say that.

"That's just the simplest level. Have you heard of the beast Bai Ze?"

Qing had never heard of it. He only knew "Left Blue Dragon and Right White Tiger", and the familiar mythical beast like alpaca, so he searched it with his mobile phone, and the mobile input method wittily popped out the correct combination. Jia Qingming himself is witty.

The various items listed in the search results, in addition to various game and novel terms, are one of the few information contained in the "Yunji Qixian·Xuanyuan Benji":

"The emperor will hunt in the east, reach the sea, climb the Huanshan Mountain, and get the beast of Baize on the seashore. He can speak and reach the love of all things. Because of asking about the ghosts and gods in the world, since ancient times, the spirit is a thing and the wandering soul is a change. Five hundred and twenty kinds. Bai Ze said it, and the emperor's order was written with pictures to show the world. The emperor wrote a text of wishing evil to wish it."

It means that this Bai Ze is a divine beast encountered by the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan in ancient times. It can speak human words, touch human feelings, and can identify all kinds of demons and ghosts transformed by spirit bodies in the world. It helped the Yellow Emperor complete a large picture book that records the demons and ghosts in the world, even if it is the greatest achievement in history.

Jia Qingming just wanted to ask another question but saw Xiao Hei screaming "meow meow" with a milky voice, and the girls who were surrounded by him hugged and touched him.

It is agreed to bring her to school, but the condition is that she must pretend to be a quiet doll? !

"Meow, meow." The soft cry in Qingming's ears became narcissistic and perverse...

——"There is no way this lady is so popular."

"Is this your cat?" "So good." "Ah, ah, so soft~"

Even Xiao Shanshan, the president of the student council who was passing by, couldn't help but rushed over and took Xiao Hei into his arms for a while: "I didn't expect you to have a cat, Senior!"

When the girls who burned the soul of cat slaves were finally recalled by the class bell, Qingming finally breathed a sigh of relief and was finally able to ask her: "What do you mean...Miss Bai Ling is the beast Bai Ze?"

"How is it possible? But it's almost the same. Miss Bai Ling accidentally ate the meat of the sacred beast Bai Ze, and she is immortal."

Eat Bai Ze's meat? !

The sacred beasts Baize and Xuanyuan Huangdi, these originally existed only in ancient records. They existed at a legendary level. Isn’t that Miss Bai Ling who ate Baize meat--

Legendary... foodies? !

Seeing the teacher walk into the classroom, Jia Qingming quickly stuffed the black cat, the mascot on the table, back into his schoolbag. As expected, Xiao Hei did not move and made no sound, like a small and cute doll.

It seems that I have to wait until the evening to see Miss Bai Ling.

so……

What is the point of Bai Ling asking him to take Xiao Hei with him?

Jia Qingming suspected that he brought a fake teammate last night.

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"Please... hold on, Mr. Qingming." Bai Ling's white teeth bit his lip lightly and said softly.

"It's going to be all right... well..."

At this time, Bai Ling was pulling open the unhealed wound on Qingming's finger, and carefully inspected the edge and shape of the wound, as if he could see something from this small wound.

However, the result of this is that the wound cut by the hairpin opened again, and the pain made him grin.

Bai Ling took another vial, squeezed a few drops of blood from the wound, and collected it.

Jia Qingming tried to divert her attention so that she wouldn't feel too painful. He noticed that Bai Ling changed into a big red Han suit today, a very formal style, embroidered with blooming peonies. This dazzling bright red reminded him of the bright red wedding gown he found yesterday.

Bai Ling shook the vial, stared at the blood at the bottom of the bottle for a while, and finally sighed, "There are no traces left at all. Your wounds are just ordinary scratches."

"Then, what about those photos yesterday?"

Bai Ling shook his head again, "Apart from ordinary mortal things, I can hardly see anything special in the ruins of this ancient temple."

Jia Qingming lowered his head in despair.

"But from the photo, there is something wrong with the idol. It seems that there is some kind of spirit attached to it. It is indeed possible that the original deity was enshrined here. Losing the enshrinement should have disappeared, but the ghost remains. But according to what you and  Xiao Hei saw... but it didn't seem to be the local god at work."

As Bai Ling said, he took out a band-aid from the sandalwood crate filled with medicine and applied it to Qingming. It was obviously a product of a modern assembly line.

"It's waterproof. It doesn't affect Mr. Qingming's dinner."

Sure enough, to continue to exploit surplus value!

Bai Ling turned around and searched among the incense boxes, found one of them, cut a piece of incense, and put it into the hollow carved copper incense burner.

"The gods that are enshrined in the places are formed by people's trust and wishes, but they need to be built on the gods made by the soil."

Bai Ling burned the match and lit the incense. The smoke gathered into white lines, slowly rising, lingering around this ancient room.

So a reassuring smell grows in the air.

"From the photos taken by Xiao Hei, it can be vaguely seen that there are residual spirits left in the debris of the mud puppets, but obviously they have no ability to break free from the broken body. So it is the actions of other spirit bodies."

"Yeah." Qingming responded lowly.

The sound of thunder and rain came from outside the window, and Qingming looked at the window paper that was bright and transparent by the electric light. It seemed that it was another rainy night, and the continuous rain covering Shenting County really didn't know when it would stop.

The ghosts of the ancient temple, the dusty red wedding clothes, the collapsed ancient idols--

Maybe it's really like acting in a horror movie, Shenting County has been shrouded in a strange magnetic field, and only by unlocking these secrets can it end.

Jia Qingming was staring at the window in a daze, when she suddenly saw Bai Ling holding a silver PAD in his hand, sliding her slender fingers skillfully on the screen.

With the antique furnishings and furnishings around, the antique incense is simply indescribable.

Bai Ling turned the PAD screen in front of Qingming. It was a photo taken yesterday. The content of the shot was a fallen idol, shrouded in the pale light and shadow produced by the flash.

Bai Ling zoomed in on the photo with her index finger and thumb, and pulled it somewhere on the fragment of the statue. Jia Qingming opened his eyes and took a closer look, but the mud there was completely indistinguishable from elsewhere.

"Did you see it?" Bai Ling asked.

Qingming watched hard for a while but decided to give up, so she shook her head.

"On the ground here, there is a line. It was painted with some kind of black paint. If my guess is correct, it should be dried blood."

Bai Ling pointed out the fuzzy lines between them.

"That's part of the spiritual formation." Bai Ling said slowly. She leaned over her cheeks and stared at him. The expression on her face was extremely solemn. The warm light reflected on her side face, and her cheek was shining. One side sank in the darkness.

"Spirit formation? For... what?"

Jia Qingming is a bit dry and dry. I don’t know if it’s because the word Lingzhen itself has a strange power, or because Bai Ling’s cheeks are too close. She has a classically beautiful face close at hand, and she breathes softly. Lan is like musk.

"I have a bold guess about this. But now..."

Bai Ling smiled slightly, patted his hands in front of Zhu's lips, and put a pair of white and tender hands together:

"I am a little hungry."