Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 576 Ghost

“Naturally, all the natives must contribute their share. I mean, their lives. Even if they only have time to glimpse a single sentence, or even half a sentence, in the text, that would be enough for me.”

Chandler made no attempt to hide his deep-seated indifference towards the inferior races of the sober world.

However, Milo was not surprised by this. In some ways, the way of life for dream-seeers is more cruel than that of the waking world. Anyone can be buried and spied on from the perspective of the dead. For dream-seeers who follow in the footsteps of the gods, the rules are just that cruel.

If you don't believe in superstitions, you can look at what happened to Usa in the end.

In short, Chandler's plan is entirely feasible.

...

"So the spell used during the day is the complete version, right?" Milo shook the flask twice, then asked, "What's the progress so far?"

“Zero progress,” Chandler said frankly.

"What a waste." Milo rolled his eyes. "If we don't make a big fuss soon, how will the raven show up?"

"So you didn't come here for the 'Snail City Text'?" Chandler looked at Milo with considerable surprise.

“That’s also possible.” Milo remained noncommittal. He couldn’t be bothered to explain so much to a mere tool. He simply mentioned, “I think I have a way to slightly change your zero progress.”

“So what should I do? Actually, the spell, time, and soul are all fine, but for some reason, something seems wrong with this sea area, blocking R'lyeh from guiding the will of the natives. I’ve tried many times before but failed…” Chandler looked worried.

As he said, if things went smoothly, he could have had the natives on the reservation continue the ritual during the day, using the full version of the incantation to contact R'lyeh in the ocean and have those souls project into the underwater world to search for the scripture, instead of being at "zero progress" so far.

What's wrong with the sea area?

Milo observed from the sidelines all night and didn't notice anything unusual in the eastern sea.

That was the will of R'lyeh and the soul of the natives trying to resonate. Anything that could block this must also be some kind of will-like existence.

"However, the natives did say that they heard some strange noises coming from the seaside when they were chanting at night, but they were not sure what they were."

“I know about this, but I went to check the beach when the nighttime ritual was taking place, and there was nothing there. I think it’s probably just these inferior and weak souls scaring themselves.” Then Chandler changed the subject: “But the barrier of will is real, I’m very sure of that.”

He gazed intently towards the eastern sea, his voice low and somber: "There is something malevolent beneath that sea. Whatever it is, it doesn't want the souls of humans or any other creatures to be accepted by R'lyeh."

"Then—in your experience, what do you think it would be?" Milo asked thoughtfully.

Chandler's phantom leaned forward and said to Milo in a mysterious, strange tone, in a low voice, "It's a ghost."

"You're trying to make me laugh, aren't you?" Milo expressed a degree of disdain for Chandler's judgment.

“No, I’m not joking.” Chandler shook his head. “In my opinion, it really is a ghost. Besides, I feel like I’ve been talking without thinking right now, saying things I shouldn’t have said. You must have done something to control me, right? If that’s the case, then I’m even less likely to lie to you. In my opinion, the thing that blocks the souls of the natives at the bottom of the sea is a ghost.”

“Oh, that’s true.” Milo shrugged.

Under the influence of a dream, Chandler would not lie.

It can only be said that different people have different definitions of ghosts.

Unfortunately, Chandler couldn't give a clear explanation; he only provided information related to "ghosts" and nothing else.

"Since you know there's something blocking the resonance between the natives' and R'lyeh's will, why don't you go look in the sea?" Milo asked, puzzled.

Logically, Chandler should have been in a hurry.

After all, it's a very expensive expense for the visionaries in their dream world to project into the conscious world each time, especially for someone like Chandler. While others make a round trip every three months, he has to make two.

“You’re oversimplifying things. If something could be found so easily in the sea, how could it be called a ‘ghost’?” Chandler shook his head vigorously, indicating that things were definitely not that simple, and then added:

“I’m sure you know who R'lyeh is, right? It’s the residence of a top-tier Great Old One. If even its will can be blocked, then this ‘ghost’ is definitely no weaker than the one sleeping in R'lyeh. Just the fact that such a thing appears here is terrifying enough. How could I dare to go looking for it? That would be truly courting death.”

...

Milo never expected that even Chandler, a visionary from the Dream Realm, would use such a down-to-earth term as "ghost."

In fact, after learning a little about the many esoteric concepts, especially clairvoyance, it is not difficult to understand that any inexplicable strange event can be explained by "insufficient clairvoyance".

When clairvoyance is insufficient to help you understand what is happening in front of you, what appears in your field of vision is most likely something that can be called a "ghost".

Even those with clairvoyance are not exempt from this law.

"In short, I am very grateful. Thank you for not killing me and burying me. Just for that, you are already more noble than most psychics, including myself." Chandler bowed sincerely to Milo.

He seemed to know that even in his projected form, there was a high chance he would be killed by Milo.

Milo didn't say much, only casually remarking, "It seems that the wandering Spirit Visionists are smarter than the people of the Temple." After all, only the Temple Knights dared to spout nonsense just because they were in projection form.

"May I ask which temple it is?" Chandler asked curiously, craning his neck forward.

Milo didn't answer the question; he just stared silently at Chandler.

In this situation, within seconds, Chandler's back was soaked with cold sweat.

He forced himself to take several steps back and slapped himself to show he shouldn't have said anything.

...

"Let's try again." Milo was too lazy to say any more nonsense.

"Huh?" Chandler clearly didn't quite understand what he meant.

Milo added, "I'll try to do another chanting ceremony, the full version of the incantation. I need to figure out what's preventing R'lyeh from resonating with the natives."

"No problem, we can start anytime."

Chandler nodded.

He probably also has some skills in manipulating people's minds.

The natives, who had already returned to their tents to rest, gathered once again in the center of the empty camp. Around the lit altar, they repeated what they had done the night before: bowing, chanting, and praying...

Among these people were several ordinary hunters who had infiltrated the area on Raven's orders. They had clearly been brainwashed by Raven using special methods and were not under Chandler's control, but they still mingled in the crowd, pretending to be something they weren't.

Chandler also failed to notice anything unusual about these people.

...

After the proper ceremony began, Milo headed straight towards the eastern coastline.

He needed to figure out exactly what the "ghost" Chandler was referring to that prevented the natives from resonating with R'lyeh.

The eastern sea area after dawn had a restless, sweltering heat, especially when the sun shone directly on your face; the temperature rise in a short time caused a slight stinging sensation where your clothes touched your skin. However, this unpleasant experience was only the beginning of the journey. When Milo faced the sea, even he could clearly feel the disgust and hostility emanating from beneath the murky water.

This was something Milo hadn't experienced before the chanting ceremony began.

And Milo didn't feel this way last night when the natives performed the wrong incantation ritual.

"This shows that only the correct incantation can arouse the malice of the 'ghost'."

he mused.

Standing on the edge of the reef, Milo crouched down and splashed his hand in the dark green water.

The ripples created by the hand spread across the water's surface, only to be quickly swallowed up by larger waves.

The icy temperature you feel through the seawater carries a subtle, palpable emotion, requiring a high and keen spiritual insight to perceive its presence.

Milo narrowed his eyes slightly.

With the help of the sunlight, he seemed to see something in the water.

……

Just for a moment.

Then that thing completely disappeared from Milo's sight.

That had little to do with the "ghost" Chandler had mentioned; Milo was certain that what he saw was a human face.

Yes, that face whose lower half was covered by a black oriental folding fan.

It resembled the face of a young girl.

She has very captivating features and clear eyes.

The face and the black folding fan that covered her seemed to appear out of thin air. There was only a face, but no body or limbs. Her background was a sickly, writhing grayish-yellow object, like a piece of yellow cloth soaked in seawater. There seemed to be something floating around the grayish-yellow object, but its color was too similar to the seawater to be easily discernible.

The face and its background appeared in Milo's field of vision for only a moment before dissipating beneath the surface of the sea.

Milo then walked back and forth along the coastline twice more, but never found anything similar again.

(End of this chapter)