klisemfg Chapter 440 Ghost Catcher 1
Chapter 440 Ghost Catcher 1
[Mission successful. 】
[Host, please choose and keep the things for the next mission world. 】
"Cultivation."
[Choose successfully. 】
"Eliminating emotional character memories."
【Deleted successfully.】
Then Yun Chu used the special task card to draw the next task.
[Name]: Yunchu
Age at death: 24
[Skills]: Spatial Ability (Permanent), Cultivation (Used in the next mission world)
[Backpack]: Planting pot x65, Defense card x1398...
【integral】:
【System Mall】
[Special mission successfully drawn: Kill ten evil ghosts, ten evil ghosts, one ghost king, save fifty people, and successfully live to the age of fifty to earn points.]
This world is also a world in a book. The name of the book is "Ghost Catcher" and the protagonist is named Lin Chao.
Lin Chao was born in 1965. He was born with the ability to see ghosts. When he was a child, he met a master by chance and was accepted as his apprentice. He learned the skills of catching and exorcising ghosts.
Because of his ghost-catching skills, Lin Chao made a lot of money and also met many beautiful women.
In the book, these beauties all worshipped and loved him, and Lin Chao accepted all of them and had relationships with them.
However, Lin Chao did not take these beauties seriously. He finally married a daughter of a prominent family.
This young lady was haunted by an evil spirit and was rescued by Lin Chao, so she fell in love with Lin Chao.
The whole book revolves around Lin Chao catching ghosts and being surrounded by beautiful women. In the end, Lin Chao becomes a famous ghost catcher with many children and grandchildren.
After death, he entered the underworld and became an official there.
The current time node is 1990. Lin Chao is 25 years old. He has left his hometown and gone to City B for more than half a year.
Her current identity is a female Taoist priest, eighteen years old, and she has a grudge against the male protagonist.
Her master Li He is a sworn enemy of Lin Chao's master Fang Jie.
Why are they mortal enemies? It is because when Lin Chao’s master Fang Jie was 35 years old, she deliberately released an evil ghost, which killed her master’s relatives.
Therefore, they became enemies.
Her master's dying wish was to find his enemy and kill him.
After receiving the information, Yun Chu decided to go down the mountain tomorrow.
She wants to steal the business from the male lead!!!
Leave him with no way out!
The master's debt should be paid with the blood of Lin Chao and his disciples!
On the mountain top, dawn has not yet arrived.
Yun Chu stood outside the threshold of the Xuankong Temple, his blue Taoist robe rustling in the night wind, and the silver cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs flowing like frost.
As he stepped out of the mountain gate, the ghost bell at his waist suddenly rang.
Three copper bells trembled without wind, and frost patterns formed by the yin energy spread along the bluestone steps.
Yun Chu did not stop, but drew a line in the air with his fingertips, and all the ghosts and monsters on the mountain held their breath in an instant.
The defensive talisman turned into flowing light and silently formed a talisman array, covering the last broken plaque of the Taoist temple behind him.
Her dark leggings crushed the morning mist, and ice crystals instantly formed where the withered branches on the cliff wall gave her leverage. The thousand-meter cliff shrank to three steps, and as she landed steadily in the deserted pavilion halfway up the mountain, the mountaintop behind her was just beginning to show a hint of dawn.
……
The asphalt road was blindingly white at noon. When Yun Chu, in his Taoist robe, climbed over the county boundary marker, the peasant women attending the market suddenly fell silent.
The live chicken hanging on the shoulder pole had a stiff neck, and the twisting grass carp in the bamboo basket exploded with frost.
The handlebars of the bicycle of the young man in the Dacron shirt suddenly tilted, and the "Popular Movies" magazine tied on the back seat fell apart.
As the green train spewed coal smoke into the station, the enamel pot in the security inspector's hand fell to the ground with a bang.
"Comrade..." He stood at the ticket gate with his Adam's apple rolling, "Feudal superstition is not popular nowadays..." Before he could finish his words, the ticket clamp suddenly formed ice.
"Oh, I'm poor and don't have any other clothes. These clothes were given to me by kind people." Yun Chu blinked his eyes, looking innocent and pitiful.
When the security officer heard this, his expression was a little subtle. He didn't know whether there was a letter or not, so he finally let Yun Chu enter the station.
Inside the hard-seat carriage of the green train, the smell of coal smoke mixed with the scent of sweat filled the air. Yun Chu huddled by the window, a yellowed talisman paper discreetly hidden in the sleeve of his Taoist robe.
The afternoon sun shone through the car window, casting dappled shadows on the face of the passenger sitting next to me.
Directly across from him sat a man in a gray jacket. He looked ordinary at first glance, but Yun Chu's gaze swept across his brows—a thin layer of black air hung there, like a smudge of ink.
A closer look at the undulating shape of the bridge of his nose reveals faint cracks, a sign of a bloody disaster; the calluses on his palms and his upright sitting posture reveal his identity: a police officer, probably just returning from a mission.
The regular rumbling of the train wheels did not cover up the slight vibration of the ghost bell on Yun Chu's waist.
Yun Chu flicked her fingertips and quietly slipped out a neatly folded talisman from the bottom of her sleeve. There were cinnabar runes painted on the plain white silk cloth. This was the amulet she made when she was practicing in the Xuankong Temple, which could ward off fatal danger.
"Comrade," Yun Chu said softly, her voice like the sound of wind rustling bells, yet clear enough to be heard. The police officer looked up in surprise. "Your forehead is dark, and you may be in danger in the near future." She pushed the talisman across the small table. "Please keep this amulet. Carry it with you, and it may help you avoid danger."
The policeman was stunned for two seconds, and the vigilance in his eyes turned into a hint of amusement: "Little girl, you are too superstitious. I am Wang Feng from the B City Police Station. I have been handling cases for ten years and I don't believe in this." But he did not push away the talisman immediately, and his gaze paused on Yun Chu's clear eyes.
Yun Chu raised the corners of her lips slightly, without further explanation: "It's up to you to believe it or not. As for today's cause and effect, just treat it as a good thought." After that, she closed her eyes and leaned against the window, tapping her knees lightly with her fingertips, and the light of the talisman array flashed under her Taoist robe.
The train rocked dully, and the monotonous fields outside the window flew backwards.
Wang Feng held the slightly warm amulet in his hand, and his rough fingertips could clearly feel the raised cinnabar lines.
The inexplicable warmth just now was like a tiny needle that pierced the solid defense against "supernatural" that he had built up through years of criminal investigation work.
"The forehead is black... a bloody disaster..." Wang Feng repeated these words in his mind, his brows unconsciously furrowed.
He has been handling cases for many years, has seen too many vicious criminals, and has faced life-and-death situations.
He believes in guns, experience, and the cooperation of his comrades, but he doesn't believe in these empty things.
But the little girl in front of him, wearing an inappropriate Taoist robe, had eyes that were too clear and too determined, without a trace of the slickness of a charlatan.
He lowered his head and carefully examined the talisman in his hand. The white silk cloth had a unique texture, neither silk nor cotton, and felt slightly cool yet with a hint of toughness.
The cinnabar runes on it are winding and twisting, as if they are flowing with life. Looking at them for a few more times makes me feel dizzy.
Although the brief burst of enthusiasm just now has subsided, it has left a question mark in my heart.
"Ahem," Wang Feng cleared his throat, trying to break the subtle silence in the car and suppress the strange feeling in his heart. "Little girl, what... do you do?"
He tried to make his tone sound casual, like an elder asking a younger person questions rather than questioning them.
He did not mention sensitive words such as "Tianshi" and "Taoist priest".