Day and night tour

Chapter 42: Psychic Search
The living dead obviously have low IQs. Apart from their obsessions, they have almost no thoughts, and communicating with them is difficult.

They couldn't even see the road clearly.

Can only rely on evil instincts,
He bewitched the old hunter and asked him to be their guide.

Now, they still have to rely on the old hunter to have such simple communication with Zhou Xuan.

"How could Mr. Dai not be dead?" Zhou Xuan couldn't help but ponder.

He saw with his own eyes that Mr. Dai was eaten by more than a hundred one-eyed villagers. His bones were gnawed so cleanly that the surface of the bones was even reflective, and flies would slip if they stood on them!

You didn’t die even after this?
How tough is this old man!
"You won't lie to me, will you?"

The seven kneeling men shook their heads vigorously, their neck bones crackling and shaking off a bunch of maggots from their rotten flesh.

Zhou Xuan felt distressed.
I feel sorry for the floor in the house.

"Don't move, I know you can't fool anyone with your intelligence."

Zhou Xuan stopped the seven people and asked, "If we find Mr. Dai, can we find the missing parts of your body?"

All seven of them nodded again.

"Don't all nod your heads, just send a representative to nod and shake his head."

The old hunter nodded.

"How do I find Mr. Dai?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

Since finding body parts is the six corpses' obsession, then finding Mr. Dai must be part of their obsession.

They should know.

really,

The old hunter made a new move. He wrote seven words on Zhou Xuan’s palm - "Vajra, the Mother of All Buddhas".

Zhou Xuan was so angry: "Can you write something I can understand? This has no beginning or end, I don't know what you want to do!"

None of the seven people moved.

Obviously it can't.

"With just these seven words, how can I find Mr. Dai?"

When Mr. Dai is mentioned, the six corpses start to move.

The old hunter once again served as the "stand-in" for the six corpses. He raised his right hand to the level of his face and stared at his hand.

Just do a move and that's it? Are you asking me to guess?

"Let me see your hand?" Zhou Xuan really guessed it.

The old hunter shook his head.

"Look in the mirror?"

Shake his head,

"Palm reading?"

Shake your head again,
Zhou Xuan felt very ridiculous. He was a young man, but he was playing the most silly game that often appeared in variety shows with six corpses - You act and I guess!
When he guessed wrong and got angry, Zhou Xuan couldn't help but want to shout "Pass!"

"Reading?" Zhou Xuan guessed again.

The old hunter nodded and then shook his head, meaning that he was close to the answer.

"Oh, I see. Study! Study!"

The old hunter finally nodded.

Zhou Xuan also breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally guessed it,
If it weren't for the possibility that Mr. Dai was hiding the secret about the "Blood Well", he really wouldn't have the patience to keep these corpses guessing.

Zhou Xuan guessed the method to find Mr. Dai and took action immediately. He first whispered "Mother of all Buddhas, Vajra."

no response,
The temperature was still so cold, and the seven people were still kneeling on the ground, looking up at him. There was not even a gust of cold wind in the room.

Nothing has changed around me.

Could it be that the sound is too quiet?

"Mighty Vajra, the Mother of All Buddhas."

Zhou Xuan suppressed his shame and read it aloud in a very childish and loud voice.

The first half of the speech was no different from normal pronunciation, but when the second half of the three words "King Kong" came out, the sound seemed to have a shape, hitting the wall and returning to the ear, hitting Zhou Xuan's ear socket and causing pain.

It seems that at this moment,
The sound has hardness.

"Mother of all Buddhas, Vajra!"

Zhou Xuan had almost forgotten the purpose of looking for Mr. Dai and was instead focusing on his own voice.

He used up all his strength to shout this sentence.

This time, not only the sound changed, but also the things around changed.

The wall was no longer straight, the edge of the door became crooked, and hard objects, such as electric lights, tables and chairs, walls, and door panels, all became ethereal, like gauze and fog. Zhou Xuan curiously reached out to touch the table lamp not far away. The lampshade was made of iron, and his fingers actually passed through it lightly. He was somewhat familiar with this feeling.

When he was a ghost, this was what happened when he touched anything physical.

In addition to these changes, there was also a sound that floated into Zhou Xuan's ears.

"Vajra, the mother of all Buddhas..."

Same content, different timbre, and a distinctly different intensity from Zhou Xuan's speech.

It seemed as if somewhere in the distance, someone responded with exactly the same words as Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan became even more curious, so he repeated it again. This time he got a clearer response. At the same time, the figure of the person who spoke appeared blurry in front of Zhou Xuan.

The man was a burly man, wearing a rickshaw vest. His face could not be seen clearly, but he vaguely seemed to have a beard.

At this time, Zhou Xuan's behavior had completely deviated from the goal of "looking for someone". A sense of joy and curiosity about a new toy urged him to continue reciting the seven words.

"Mighty Vajra, the Mother of All Buddhas."

Zhou Xuan forgot about his physical and mental fatigue and shouted, and this time it had a more remarkable effect - he saw the driver's face clearly.

Only the driver's face was sometimes distorted and sometimes clear.

After careful identification, Zhou Xuan found that the driver had a round face, a fanatical and pious look, and was chanting the same words as Zhou Xuan.

"Who is this person? Why does he pronounce the same words as me... Could he be the resurrected Mr. Dai?"

Just as he was thinking about it, the driver's face suddenly twisted again, and a dense burst of snowflake sound was forced into his ears before Zhou Xuan could prepare.

Then, there were countless whispering sounds, like omnipresent insects, crawling into Zhou Xuan's body through every pore of his skin.

"Hubby, it's time to pay the kid's tuition. The teacher has urged us several times..."

"Are you worthy enough to be my father? Look at how drunk you are!"

"Boss, do you need a car? I'm very good on my feet."

"Is this movie good? I think it's just average."

The whispers drove Zhou Xuan almost crazy...

"It's over, Zhou Xuan is finished."

Outside the windowsill, there was a shadow peeking at what was happening inside the house.

Shadow saw through the window that Zhou Xuan had a strange expression on his face. His voice and emotions kept changing. Sometimes he imitated a wife urging her husband to pay for school fees, and sometimes his voice became thicker, imitating a rickshaw driver...

She knew that Zhou Xuan was entangled in the whispers during the spiritual communication.

People who are entangled in whispers have a characteristic - they will instinctively interpret the whispers they hear in their own voice.

Shadow was gloating: "Zhou Lingyi, you are so smart, how could you not think of this? No matter how strong Zhou Xuan's perception is after communicating with the spirit, he is just an ordinary person without any incense. Haha, let him use his perception to find Mr. Dai? He doesn't have that ability. Now his communication with the spirit has reached its limit, but he didn't exit the state in time, and was entangled by those whispers...

...Haha, if Zhou Xuan died from spiritualism, it would have nothing to do with me. No one dared to rescue him from his spiritual consciousness. Not me, not even that god-man! "

But Shadow's joy did not last long.

The six corpses who had been kneeling on the ground stopped kneeling and lay down instead.

The six corpses were crawling on the ground, making strange mumbling sounds, as if they were chanting scriptures or telling something.

As they muttered, the temperature in the room dropped again, and a layer of frost formed on the window glass.

Zhou Xuan's whispering came to an abrupt end, and his mind returned to normal. The image of the bearded man in his eyes became clear again.

Also clear was the bearded man's surroundings - he was sitting on a mat, with a bookshelf on his left and a wall on his right with a huge bull's head hanging on it.

After seeing all this clearly, Zhou Xuan was satisfied. He suddenly closed his eyes and everything disappeared. The walls returned to being flat and the surrounding lights, tables and chairs had a solid texture again.

"Damn it, he actually escaped from the psychic state! These six living dead can actually enhance Zhou Xuan's psychic perception!" Shadow was very angry.

Zhou Xuan opened his eyes, looking extremely exhausted. He pointed at the seven people and said, "There is a man with a beard, who recites the same words as me. He is meditating on a cushion. There is a bull head hanging on the wall in the room, and there is a bookshelf on the left..."

Before he finished speaking, the seven people kowtowed three times to Zhou Xuan and went out with lanterns.

Obviously, they have found the whereabouts of Mr. Dai from the scene described by Zhou Xuan...

"Just leave now? Wait for me!"

……

The seven people set out on the road again, just like when they came, lined up in a single file. The old hunter led the way with a lantern, and the others put their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them and walked forward.

Zhou Xuan also set off with them.

But he didn't walk.

But drive.

"Please go faster. My car engine is barely running right now." Zhou Xuan didn't feel any pain in his waist as he sat in the car.

As the seven of them walked longer and longer, Zhou Xuan, a "foreigner", became more and more familiar with the surrounding road conditions...

"Where are they going? Why do I feel like they've been here before?"

(End of this chapter)