Chapter 204, The Living
Yang Jian fell into silence. For the first time, he felt how weak he was.

Now he has slowly found a way to become an alien.

That is the way to resolve the revival of the supernatural and completely control the power of evil spirits.

But now it seems that even if you become an outlier, you still can't stay out of trouble.

Yun Ming suddenly said to Yang Jian.

"Look at this world, is it perfect? ​​Do you think humans would be happy if they lived in such a world?"

"What do you mean?"

Yang Jian felt a little confused and his heart started beating unconsciously.

Afraid that Yunming would reveal another shocking secret.

Yang Jian suddenly felt that it was better not to know some things.

Yun Ming turned his head and glanced at Yang Jian.

"It's okay if you don't want to know. You will definitely meet him then anyway."

Yunming relaxed his shoulders and said no more.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. He felt like he was taking a shit and it was suddenly cut off.

suffocated.

"Tell me about it!"

"Do you know about the Peach Blossom Spring Project?"

Yun Ming asked.

"what is that?"

"Have you memorized Peach Blossom Spring?"

Yun Ming asked again.

Yang Jian was not good at studying, he was a poor student. He could remember Peach Blossom Spring, but when it came to memorizing it, that was impossible for him.

Yun Ming: "During the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, people from Wuling made a living by fishing. They would walk along the stream and forget how far they had gone...."

The Peach Blossom Spring tells the story of a fisherman who discovered a beautiful world that does not belong to this world. It is like the utopia in Western fantasy, a happy and beautiful world.

The memory of Yang Jian, who had long been dead, resurfaced.

He recalled the time when he was in school and recited classical Chinese.

Yunming pointed to the street ahead.

"Does this place look like a paradise?"

Yang Jian looked at the city around him, lifeless and gloomy. This was a ghostland, a spiritual space formed by the supernatural power of ghosts. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like a happy Utopia.

"It doesn't look like it!"

Yang Jian expressed the answer in his mind.

"I don't think so either, but if one day the real world outside were to explode with supernatural forces and evil spirits were everywhere, but there were no evil spirits here, do you think this place is a paradise?"

Yang Jian was silent, he seemed to understand something.

"For ordinary people, it's just a change of place to live... at least you can stay alive, right?"

Yunming smiled.

Living in a ghost realm created by the supernatural, a chill once again surges into one's heart.

"Someone wants to make humans live in the ghost realm?"

"Who knows!"

Yun Ming glanced around calmly.

They both stopped at the same time.

Just now, some eyes fell on them.

This feeling of being spied on is too sensitive for powerful ghost masters like Yun Ming and Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's muscles were tense and he had entered a state of high alert.

"Go over and have a look."

Yang Jian is now a skilled and courageous man. The music box curse in his mind can ensure that he will not die, so he can act recklessly and even get close to the bushes.

And next to him is Yun Ming, an extremely powerful ghost rider.

Yang Jian could feel that Yun Ming didn’t take the ghost realm in the ghost painting seriously at all.

He walks here just like he is strolling in the street.

Yang Jian walked slowly towards a supermarket next to the street. As soon as he approached the supermarket, he keenly noticed something unusual.

A figure hid behind the shelves in the supermarket.

Yang Jian pushed open the glass door of the supermarket and walked over. When he got closer, he saw a woman.

Not a ghost, but a human.

It was a European and American woman with blond hair, with a terrified expression on her face. She covered her eyes, like an ostrich, thinking that if she covered her eyes and couldn't see, she would be safe.

Yang Jian said doubtfully.

"Foreigner?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman rushed directly to the door, but the glass door had already closed.

The woman hit her head against the glass.

With a bang, the woman knocked herself unconscious.

"Am I that scary?"

Yang Jian was a little confused.

Yunming pushed open the door.

"This is the ghost realm of ghost paintings. For ordinary people, ghosts are very scary. It's lucky that she is still alive now. Now any disturbance can scare her to death."

As Yun Ming spoke, he came to the shelf next to him. Various snacks, bread, and water were scattered all over the supermarket shelves.

Although it was swept away, it can be seen that the people who swept the food here came in a hurry and a lot of food was missed.

Yun Ming casually picked up an unopened bottle of mineral water from the shelf, unscrewed the bottle, walked to the blonde foreign woman and poured the water on her face.

It is very impolite to wake up a sleeping woman in this way.

But for Yunming, this is already the simplest way.

He can also use some weird methods.

The blonde woman felt a chill on her face, then she shuddered and opened her eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, countless splashes of tears flooded into her eyes.

Water also got into my nose.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

The blonde choked.

Yunming stopped pouring water.

He said as he looked at the woman who sat up.

"Hello."

Yunming greeted.

The woman rubbed her face with her hands, looked at Yun Ming who was squatting down in horror, and then looked at Yang Jian who was walking towards her.

"Are you humans or ghosts?"

Yang Jian, a poor student, didn't quite understand.

Yunming had many memories of other people in his mind, including some with good English proficiency, so he was able to understand what the woman said.

"We are both human and ghost. People like us are called ghost riders."

Yun Ming said in a gentle and calm tone.

The blonde woman shuddered, then looked at the two men again, seeing that they did not look like ghosts.

Ghosts cannot communicate.

“You are human.”

"Yes."

Yun Ming nodded.

Yang Jian couldn't get a word in, so he could only ask Yun Ming.

"What's going on with this woman? Can she still survive here?"

Yunming replied in Chinese.

"Do you remember the Peach Blossom Spring I mentioned? If the Peach Blossom Spring cannot survive, can it still be called the Peach Blossom Spring?"

The blonde woman asked as she looked at Yun Ming who started speaking Chinese.

"Chinese?"

This time the woman spoke Chinese, but it was very broken and had a strong foreign accent.

Yang Jian nodded.

"Oh my God, you are actually human beings. There are other living people here."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly as he asked.

"Are you a survivor trapped here?"

Yang Jian remembered the files of ghost painting. The ghost painting first broke out abroad. Many people died and many people were missing. The missing people were most likely swept into the ghost domain of ghost painting.

Now it seems that is indeed the case.

(End of this chapter)