Invade the World Chapter 147

  Chapter 147 A Hug

Xu Xiangyang glanced at the girl who grabbed his arm and swayed gently. From this angle, the curve of the chest under the clothes became particularly obvious, and his arm was even closer to the softness. Touch...

  He couldn't help coughing.

   "Okay~"

  Qingyue shook her arms a little bit more, she also deliberately made her tone low and tactile, her voice was as sweet as honey and greasy.

  He suddenly remembered that Lin Xingjie had acted like this to herself in the past... Is this a girl's talent?

  "Wait, wait, wait a minute! I have never rejected you again!"

  Xu Xiangyang quickly chose to raise his hands and give up resistance.

   "This is true, forgive you for not dare."

  Zhu Qingyue seemed quite satisfied with his reaction, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she hummed a little triumphantly.

   "Yes, yes, you are right, I don't have the guts to resist Miss Qingyue's orders."

  Xu Xiangyang was helpless.

  He can't do not care about the status quo like the squad leader. The captured psychic team, classmate Song Yao floating in the air and restrained by others, and the old man in the haunted house who is suppressing the human face spider... The situation is now at a stalemate, but the evil spirits' abilities are more and more varied. Who knows what will happen later Woolen cloth?

  What's more, the two of them are still deep in the haunted house, and they are on each other's territory.

   "Just give orders if you have anything. We have to hurry up."

  Hearing this, the girl with short hair turned her beautiful light brown eyes, and she seemed to have another idea. But she didn't immediately declare it to her mouth, just smiled and said:

   "There is more than one thing to ask Xiangyang for you. But you are right, let's deal with the immediate problem first."

  Zhu Qingyue's hand is still holding the boy's arm tightly, while the other hand is pointing upwards.

   "I thought I could completely control Song Yao, but now it seems that there are still some obstacles..."

  Xu Xiangyang looked at the boy who was struggling with his feet, but he didn't see where there was a problem.

   "I think he seems very embarrassed."

  He couldn't help but said.

   "But I can feel that my own'line' is indeed slowly getting out of control." The girl's expression became a little serious, "If this continues, maybe he will escape the shackles."

"what should I do?"

  Don't do it or not, you can just take a knife from the kitchen and rush up to give him a chest, Zhu Qingyue thought.

  Of course, this thought can only be thought of in the girl's heart, it is impossible to really say it. Not to mention that Xiangyang couldn't kill people, and she didn't want blood on the hands of her friends.

  "I think the crux of the problem lies in how he did it. If you find the source, you can counter it."

  Xu Xiangyang stroked his chin.

  Song's painful expression did not seem to be fake, and the old man in the haunted house was also stopped by the human face spider. Although it seems that they will be able to break through the obstacles very quickly, the situation that this evil spirit cannot support now is what they have seen with their own eyes.

  In theory, no one or ghost can help him.

   "Song Yao is a psychic, right?"

   "Well, I believe he controls the old man in the haunted house—the evil spirit his grandfather Song Deshou turned into after his death."

  Meng Zheng once mentioned the second way to give birth to psychics: when they encounter supernatural factors to stimulate their awakening, those “factors” may in turn be controlled by him.

  Since Song Yao and the old man in the haunted house had such a close blood relationship during their lifetime, this is a high probability.

"But now, the evil spirit and him are clearly separated. Moreover, I have seen him use his own power to float the four people in the air. It is impossible for humans to do this kind of thing. Right?"

"Ok."

  Meng Zheng mentioned that the human brain has limits, so it cannot be compared with evil spirits.

The psychic ability can indeed be regarded as a superpower. It can snoop, predict, read residual information, and perceive it remotely... But in terms of its ability to interfere with the material world, it is currently the most famous psychic in the world. What the experiment showed was nothing more than moving the water bowl.

  Xu Xiangyang's psychic ability seems to be more powerful than ordinary psychics, but so far, he has not been able to lift people directly into the air like in "Star Wars".

  Even if it is a psychic, it can only indirectly interfere through evil spirits.

"My personal guess is that the extra power he has is actually derived from this house. The haunted house is part of the distant world, right? So, it should be closely related to the consciousness of the house owner. Originally I can still suppress it, but since Song Deshou appeared, the power of this haunted house has become even greater."

  The squad leader whispered.

  "I think this is the real reason why Meng Zheng told us that the haunted house is dangerous. The house itself has 'life'. It is like a monster that obeys the owner of the house."

"In other words, this kind of haunted house itself is under the influence and control of Song Yao and Song Deshou, one person and one ghost at the same time? At first, only Song Yao was present. This kind of power was relatively weak; but when Song Deshou followed, it You can even resist your abilities..."

  The two of them were discussing this possibility without anyone else, and Xu Xiangyang looked at the old man in the haunted house.

  Although the appearance of the evil spirit is still so scary, it is not the first time I have seen it after all, Xu Xiangyang is almost used to it.

  "Then you didn't try to directly manipulate Song Deshou with 'thread'? That's how you dispelled it last time."

  "This requires concentration to do it."

  Zhu Qingyue smiled slightly.

   "It's up to you."

"good."

  After the brief exchange, Xu Xiangyang immediately prepared to do it.

  He concentrated, and the mental tentacles in all directions converged into a spindle, and swept towards the old man in the haunted house.

  At the same time, what Meng Zheng once said came to mind again:

  —"The contact and communication with the distant realm is very, very dangerous, and one step wrong will plunge into the abyss."

  —"Once they get deep into it, their ending is without exception being possessed by evil spirits. It is lucky to be forcibly stopped in the middle..."

  Xu Xiangyang only hesitated for a moment, the extended spiritual body didn't mean to stop at all, and continued to move forward.

When he concentrates on using psychic abilities, the world he sees is not only the reality seen by the naked eye, but also overlaps with another world, like putting two freshly washed negatives together, glowing with red ghosts. Overlapped together

He found that the internal environment of the haunted house was really different from the real world: not only was the air becoming extremely viscous, but the eerie and decadent aura had already engulfed the nearby area, like clusters of vines or algae in the deep sea. Large swarms of land are gathered in every corner.

  And Xu Xiangyang's consciousness is like a sharp knife, driving straight in, piercing the overlapping phases, and deepening in the direction where the ghostly spirit is strongest.

Although he is very clear that once his consciousness really "touches" the evil spirits and enters the spiritual world of others like the psychic to Teacher Yang last time, the situation is likely to develop to the point of irreversibility, but he still does not want to. The meaning of keeping your hands...

  The strange and unspeakable noise shook the whole living room.

  The old man in the haunted house noticed the invasion of Xu Xiangyang's consciousness, as if expressing anger, but the wrinkled old face still had a stiff smile, like a mask of horror.

   "It looks like there is a play."

Zhu Qingyue noticed the fierce conscious confrontation between a person and a ghost. She separated her mind. On the one hand, she continued to control the "hanging rope" around Song Yao's neck. On the other hand, the invisible thread fell from the sky and quietly fell on the old man in the haunted house. On top of...

  In fact, neither the old man in the haunted house nor Song Yao has a deep hatred for her, and the reason why the squad leader wants to break into the lair with his body is simply because the other party's behavior threatens her life.

  Zhu Qingyue is satisfied with the life now, and it is unprecedented satisfaction, naturally, no one will be allowed to destroy it.

  In order to eradicate the threat, the most important thing is to eradicate evil spirits; people...it doesn't matter if you don't deal with it, she's not a murderer.

  Love, hate, and hatred are all for people who are closely related to each other. For her, apart from the two friends, the rest are strangers who are not worthy of attention.

   All in all, the situation seems to be moving in a direction that benefits both of them.

Because Zhu Qingyue was distracted, she could not cut off her entire head in a rush, but Song Yao was still alive. He was held up in the air for a long time, breathing hard, and the boy's face quickly became as pale as paper, and the wound appeared. A blue-purple color.

  Blood can't be supplied to Song Yao's head in time for a long time, maybe he will just suffocate and die...

  The old man in the haunted house uttered a stern roar again, not knowing whether it was because of the instinct of the psychic being attacked, or because it still retains the memory of being Song Yao's grandfather before his death.

  Do evil spirits still possess human emotions?

At least from what it looks like now—with its inhuman howling sound, the two dark holes in that old face are constantly escaping from the dark gray air currents. It's no longer a human being. Signs.

   Hmph, what is it called, isn't it that grandson is about to die in front of him? Zhu Qingyue thought maliciously, who made you not the opponent of me and Xiangyang? This is the fate of the weak!

  However, the development of the situation has exceeded her expectations.

The billowing smoke emanating from the eye sockets of the old man in the haunted house actually enveloped the body of the evil spirit. With itself as the center, a huge cloud was rapidly turning and forming, and finally spread suddenly, and the dark air current was toward the house. Extending in all directions, like the stalactite pillars in the cave and the wall beams are tightly glued together.

   "What is this going to do?"

  Zhu Qingyue frowned.

"I have no idea…"

   Xu Xiangyang murmured.

  When the abnormality showed signs, he decisively retracted the outwardly extending consciousness, holding his breath, for fear of accidents; however, there was still a feeling of turning around the world suddenly hitting him.

  At that moment, Xu Xiangyang thought he was attacked, but the result was not—

  It is the floor under their feet that is rotating and moving.

  The decorations hanging on the wall fell one after another.

  The whole house is like a Rubik's Cube, rotating in the palm of the giant's “Ticks”. The rooms, walls, and ceilings all become small modules that make up the Rubik's Cube.

  When the room becomes a small boat sailing on a stormy sea, the floor is also tilted like a ship's deck;

  Sofas, tables and chairs move by themselves under the action of gravity, rubbing against the floor to make a sharp noise, and finally hit the door and the wall one after another;

Fragile items such as vases, glass cups and tea bowls all fell to the ground in one breath and became a mass of shattered pieces. Unbreakable debris such as kettle footballs was accompanied by the change in the tilt angle of the entire room. Turning around on the ground.

  A home that was originally clean and tidy became a mess in an instant.

  Zhu Qingyue's fingers moved slightly, preparing to call the Human Face Spider to protect the two.

  Spirit mediums are human beings and have their weaknesses. Being flesh and blood is their weakness.

However, powerful psychics can choose to keep the evil spirits by their side, coupled with the psychic ability-a super power that can be called the "sixth sense", when they do not encounter a powerful supernatural threat, They are fully capable of protecting themselves from all kinds of man-made and natural disasters, and they can't even use ordinary thermal weapons.

And Zhu Qingyue is more convenient, because she can not only summon a kind of evil spirit, so it doesn't matter if the evil spirit temporarily leaves her side; for the same reason, there is Lin Xingjie, Xiao An is a killer, she only needs to summon a whale The accompanying turbid current is enough to stop ordinary evil spirits.

In case…

  The squad leader wanted to let the spider come over and serve as a meat pad for the two of them, but suddenly found that Xu Xiangyang was leaping towards him.

"what?"

  The moment her eyes met, she saw the anxiety and worry in the boy's eyes.

  He recklessly opened his arms, as if trying to protect himself.

  The girl raised her finger and slowly put it down. She gave up the plan just now, without any intention of resisting, so that Xu Xiangyang, who leaped over, hugged her body tightly.

  At this time, Xu Xiangyang certainly doesn't care about the defense between men and women. He embraced the soft waist of the squad leader, and the two people smashed open a door with inertia and rolled into another room.

  Xu Xiangyang bumped his head against the bed, rubbing his head with some pain, but he didn't check his wound for the first time, but looked at the girl in his arms worriedly.

  ...Looks unscathed, but because the girl buried her head deeply in his arms, she couldn't see her expression.

  He just held her like this, never letting go. After a few breaths, the trembling that day outside the room finally subsided.

  Xu Xiangyang finally has the opportunity to calmly think about the status quo. As a result, the faint scent from the soft hair of the girl in his arms poured into his nasal cavity for the first time, making him a little bit unable to calm down.

  He tried very hard to throw the strange thoughts into his mind, and patted the squad leader carefully on the shoulder.

   "You, are you okay?"

  The girl in her arms first stroked the scattered bangs with her little finger, and then she supported his chest with both hands and raised her head.

The two close at hand embraced each other intimately, and that was the distance that even the breath of each other would intertwined. Looking from the top of Xu Xiangyang's perspective, Qingyue's perfect face added a touch of beauty, her double The cheeks were full of pink, the eyes flowed in the bright pupils, and he shook his head to himself with a chuckle.

  (End of this chapter)

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