Modern Supernatural World (3)

"Lemon, lemon spirit?"

The four parents could not see the little ghosts before, but they could see clearly that a few lemons suddenly appeared on the ground. They stood in front of their children with alert and fear on their faces.

"They are not lemon spirits, but just their original appearance."

Ji Changze put the lemons together and looked at them carefully. It must be said that they look good, with bright colors and smooth skins. They look delicious at first glance, but when he thought of their stinky appearance before, Ji Changze immediately lost his appetite.

Seeing that these lemons seemed to have no lethality, Wang's father bravely approached them carefully: "Aren't they leopards? How did they become lemons?"

Speaking of this, Ji Changze was excited and had something to say.

"This is just their state after death. Because they died in our world, their state of death is close to their essence."

Wang's father: "...their essence is lemon?"

"That can't be said. It can only be said that their essence is close to the lemons in the human world." Ji Changze picked up a lemon and showed it to him: "Humans see everything through their eyes. In our eyes, this is a lemon, but maybe other animals with stronger sensitivity will look different."

Wang's father: "Then what we see is right, or what other animals see is right?"

"There is no right or wrong, every creature has a different perspective."

Ji Changze packed the lemons one by one, stood up and said: "This is what they provoked. It stands to reason that they should go to the world of Tong Chang to solve it themselves. Even if I solve these Tong Changs, the matter is not over yet."

The two parents who originally thought that the matter was over were suddenly shocked.

What? Is the matter not over yet? ?

Ji Changze was very confident: "Otherwise, why didn't I help them solve it before? They have been to another dimension. Even if Tong Chang died, there will still be other things coming to the door."

The two children turned pale.

The parents were also very anxious and asked hurriedly: "Where have you been?"

The torture they had endured during this period and Ji Changze's "intimidation" made the two children dare not hide it, and they trembled and said where they provoked these Tong Chang.

They had heard that there was a haunted house near the school before. It was said that someone had died in it. The person lived alone and had no relatives or friends. He died in it for several months, and the body was rotten before it was discovered.

Because someone died in the house, and the death was so miserable, no one was willing to buy it, so some homeless people used that place as a resting place, and slept on the floor there in groups of three or two at night.

It had been fine, but from one day, those homeless people went crazy one after another.

"Crazy?"

Ji Changze took out his little notebook again, and asked while writing: "How did you go crazy?"

Han Qiao's face was full of fear. He had heard these things as stories before, but now after he met Tong Chang, they seemed to have become memories that he wanted to forget.

"Everyone's madness looks different, but they will only repeat the same action and say the same sentence. We have seen one of the madmen, so we were curious and wanted to see what it was. As a result, nothing happened after we went in. We thought it was nothing and went home. The next day, those things appeared."

If the action is the same...

Ji Changze touched his chin and had some guesses in his heart.

"I'm afraid you entered a Yinzhai."

These two words made people's hair stand on end.

Han Qiao stammered and repeated: "Yin, Yinzhai...Does it mean the place where ghosts live?"

"It's about the same."

Ji Changze tore off two pages of paper and showed them to them.

He lifted the left page: "Here's a place, this is the dimension we live in."

He lifted the right page: "This is the dimension those things live in."

After that, he put the two sheets of paper face to face, without overlapping: "It seems that the dimensions of the two dimensions are the same, but in fact they can't touch each other at all. Our planet has experienced so much, and countless dead creatures. If you have to say, the residents of their dimension are much more than the life in our dimension."

Wang's father seemed to understand, but still agreed: "That's right, from ancient times to the present, no one knows how many people have died. If these people can really become ghosts, the dimension that Teacher Ji said must be crowded."

"More than that, there are other animals. "

Father Wang was stunned: "Aren't humans the only ones with souls?"

"Who said that? They are all living things, so why are humans the only ones with souls? It must be that not only humans can go to that dimension after death. Dinosaurs, elephants, and even fish, as long as they are living things, can produce energy bodies after death, so their dimension is actually very crowded. Fortunately, except for humans, those animals have no obsession with maintaining a certain shape, and most of them are just black lights, so that dimension is actually made up of black. It is not the day and night of our dimension, but it is filled with black light. There is black light everywhere, above, below, left, and right. Some black lights feel that life is boring and will slowly dissipate by themselves. "

"The place is crowded, most animals don't care, but some humans who still have memories of their previous lives are not happy, so they will try to return to their previous residences. This situation is relatively rare. After all, not every human can find the coordinates of their previous residences in a world full of black light."

Ji Changze stacked two pieces of paper together: "When they find it and move in, this is the Yin house. Because it is inhabited by its former owner, it belongs to both our dimension and the ghost dimension. If someone goes in, they are likely to be pulled into the dimension of the Yin house owner. This house belongs to it, and it has absolute control over it. Humans can't do anything about it. As for what you said about those people suddenly going crazy after everything was fine before, I guess that when nothing happened, the owner of the house was still in another dimension. Find the coordinates.

Think about it, if it was you, you went to a strange place, and found your way home with great difficulty, but when you got home, you found that your home had been occupied by some strangers. How would you feel? Would you be angry? These homeless people would naturally be used to vent your anger. "

The two students' faces turned pale again: "Then we, will we also be used to vent our anger?"

Ji Changze squinted at the two of them for a few seconds: "The situation is different. You didn't think about living in that house, you just took a walk and left. The owner of the Yin house didn't attack you, which means that it is not the kind of person who will kill people when he sees you. It may also be because you are young. Generally, humans who have just died not long ago will be more tolerant of young creatures. "

"But if that's the case, how come Qiao Qiao and the others still get into trouble with dirty things?" Han's mother asked urgently.

Ji Changze: "The Yin house is like this. Since people from our dimension can enter, things from their dimension can naturally enter as well. The owner of the house does not take action, which does not mean that the things living in that dimension are not interested in Han Qiao and the others. You know, for them, Han Qiao and Wang Zhengjiao are now their tourist visas. If they want to come here, they have to pass through their bodies. Those who have no ill intentions can leave after taking the visa, but those with bad intentions are hard to say."

In other words, Han Qiao and Wang Zhengjiao are completely exposed in another dimension, and anyone can come to find them.

Both of them turned green.

This time, it was only eight Tong Changs who tortured them like this. If it were the entire dimension again...

"Teacher Ji, Teacher Ji, please save us. Please, Teacher Ji, I will never dare to play with my phone secretly in your class again."

Ji Changze; "Oh... So you played with your phone in my class before. I thought you only ate snacks, read novels and slept."

Both: "..."

In the end, Ji Changze agreed to take them to the owner of the Yin house to ask for mercy, so that it would close the door to another dimension.

Mainly, he was also curious about how the owner of the house made those homeless people crazy.

This Yinzhai was more luxurious than Ji Changze had imagined. It was a small villa with weeds growing outside. In broad daylight, there was not much sunlight on it. It was gloomy and fit the name of Yinzhai.

Wang Zhengjiao and Han Qiao hid behind him timidly: "Ji, Teacher Ji, do we want to go in too?"

"Of course, I am your teacher after all. Of course I have to bring you here for such an educational event."

Wang Zhengjiao and Han Qiao: "...Educational significance..."

What educational significance can there be in a place where ghosts live...

Ji Changze: "You will know when you go in. By the way, you should be polite after you go in. Please say please. Don't let people think that the students I brought out are impolite."

The two nodded like crazy chickens pecking at rice.

Ji Changze pushed open the door and asked politely and easily at the empty scene inside: "Hello, excuse me, can you help close the door on my student?"

There was no movement in the room.

Han Qiao asked tremblingly: "Teacher, is it not at home..."

Ji Changze turned his head and smiled at him gently: "Try it and you will know."

After that, he swung the chair on the ground and split it in half with his bare hands.

Two students: "!!!???"

As soon as the chair broke, the originally closed windows suddenly shook violently, and gusts of wind blew in from nowhere, blowing the two students' eyes.

Ji Changze was not afraid of the wind, but he also knew that he had angered the owner of the tomb by smashing the chair just now, so he cooperated and closed his eyes to see what it wanted to do.

The wind stopped after blowing for a while, and the three slowly opened their eyes.

Just after opening their eyes for a second, Han Qiao and Wang Zhengjiao were so scared that they fell directly to the ground, staring at everything in front of them with their eyes wide open: "This is..."

-Thousands of troops.

"Kill!!!!!!!"

In just a moment, this place became a battlefield, and the soldiers were wearing armor, holding weapons, and fighting bloody battles.

They also found the three people who didn't fit in, and both sides were stunned.

"What's going on? Who is this?"

"Strange clothes, there must be something fishy, ​​kill!"

After that, both sides raised their weapons and rushed towards them to fight. The two students screamed and dodged in fear, but Ji Changze stood there without any fear on his face.

He even had the mood to find fault: "The soldier on the left is dressed in Tang Dynasty clothes, and the soldier on the right is dressed in Qin Dynasty clothes. How can these two dynasties fight each other 800 years apart? It's fake."

The soldiers paused for a moment and disappeared in an instant.

Another gust of wind, the three closed their eyes again, and when they opened their eyes again, they were surrounded by cries for help. Looking down, they were already in the sea, next to a slowly silencing ship, and all around them were crocodiles with ferocious faces, opening their bloody mouths towards the people in the sea.

The two students screamed in fear again and struggled desperately in the water.

Ji Changze still looked calm: "Yangtze alligators, freshwater creatures, how could they appear in the sea, fake."

The crocodiles paused again and disappeared again.

Then, the wind started to blow again, and then another scene changed.

But no matter what scene was changed, Ji Changze could find faults.

"Cows are color blind. Let alone giving us red cloth, even if you dyed us all red, it would not rush over so frantically. It's fake."

"Have you only seen foreign zombie movies? How could the zombies in our country all look like foreigners? It's fake."

"This is a ball python. It can only be 2.2 meters long at most. You are taller than a building. Do you think its genes are for show? It's fake."

Ten minutes later, the wind finally stopped.

A pale-faced man wearing black-framed glasses, who looked like a normal middle-aged man, stood on the second floor and angrily yelled at them downstairs: "You nitpicker! You know nothing, I'm just a figurehead! Do you know anything about being a figurehead? If you have the ability, go up on your own, don't just talk."

"Oh."

Ji Changze remained calm: "I won't go up, I'll just talk."

The middle-aged male ghost was shaking with anger: "You are so nitpicking and still want my help? Go home and play with the cat toy! I won't help these two kids, get out of here!!"

Ji Changze: "Really not going to help?"

The middle-aged male ghost sneered: "No help!"

"Okay, you forced me to do this."

Ji Changze also sneered: "I didn't want to use such a cruel method to deal with you. If you insist on not accepting my toast and drinking the penalty wine, then I won't be polite."

The two students who were tormented by the previous fantasy were shocked when they heard this.

Teacher Ji, is the fight finally going to start?

Are they going to witness all kinds of magic battles?

Ji Changze took out a small notebook, took a deep breath, and under the vigilant gaze of the middle-aged male ghost, he spoke:

"The author is a primary school student, what kind of shit is this."

The middle-aged male ghost's expression changed; "Don't read it!!"

Ji Changze continued:

"It's so obvious that there is no tight rhythm of the plot at all. The author should practice more."

"I really don't know why such a text can appear on the good list. Is the author a brush?"

"Haha, what a bullshit, negative points."

"I think I have seen this plot somewhere, you plagiarized it."

The middle-aged male ghost was so angry that his voice became shrill: "I told you to stop reading!!!"

Ji Changze looked up at him and saw that his body was getting bigger and bigger, gradually changing from the size of a normal person to a ball. He lowered his head and continued to read as if nothing had happened:

"Why does such an ugly article have so many comments? I really don't understand."

"The author is too sensitive. He doesn't allow people to say that it's not well written. What's wrong with not buying your article? Isn't it that you write it for people to read?"

"Haha, garbage."

The middle-aged male ghost was so angry that he turned into an extremely large ball.

Ji Changze saw that it was almost enough, so he stopped while he was ahead and put away his little notebook: "I have checked it out. Your profession is a novel writer. If you don't help, believe it or not, I can read it to these readers with negative comments for three days and three nights."

Middle-aged male ghost: "...Ahhhhhhhhh!!! You devil!!"

He swelled, swelled, and continued to swell. With a bang, he exploded in front of the three people. The wind was strong and there was dust everywhere. They could only hear it talking very loudly.

"You don't understand our author's strong and fragile heart at all!! Even if I die, I will stick to my ideals!!!!"

--"Coo-coo-coo-coo."

The wind stopped, and Ji Changze saw clearly where the middle-aged male ghost was originally, where a pigeon with snow-white hair and glasses was standing.

The pigeon flapped its wings angrily, flew over and cursed at him: "Coo-coo-coo-coo!! Coo-coo-coo-coo!"

Ji Changze stretched out his hand and grabbed it in his palm.

"Sure enough, it is very fragile. It returns to its essence when it is negative."

He turned around and said to the two students who were already stunned: "Did you see it? Knowledge is power. Look, didn't the teacher use knowledge to convince it to help?"