Chapter 300 What is a ghost?
"Why, you seem to be looking forward to my coming out of the painting?"

However, at this moment, the woman in the painting actually spoke, and her laughter was as sweet as a silver bell. Looking at her expression, she was trembling, bright and beautiful, just like a peerless beauty.

"Zhang Youhong, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China?"

Cao Yang did not seem surprised that the woman in the painting spoke. Instead, he asked a question in an attempt to confirm her identity.

"Zhang Youhong? It's been many years since anyone has called me by this name."

A sad expression appeared on the face of the woman in the oil painting. The name seemed to bring back some not-so-nice memories for her.

"But I'm sorry, I'm not Zhang Youhong. The real Zhang Youhong died a long time ago. I'm just a new individual with some of her memories."

"You can call me Sister Hong."

Putting aside those past memories, the woman smiled brightly and said to Cao Yang.

"Sister Hong? There is more than one Sister Hong in this world. Are you sure you want to use this name? Also, what's with the blood in the painting? I have seen similar ghost blood in real life, but the horror of it cannot compare to the blood just now."

Cao Yang was like a curious baby. When it came to some things involving the Republic of China and the Seven Elders, even if he used the supernatural power of the transaction, he couldn't get much useful information. He could only barely understand a few words and couldn't even connect the dots.

"Young man, don't be so anxious. How can I answer all the questions you ask me at once?"

The woman who calls herself Sister Hong stretched out her body in the painting. Her perfect body curves were enough to make any man in the world fall in love with her, except for an outlier like Cao Yang.

"clatter--"

"clatter--"

Sister Hong, wearing a pair of brightly colored high heels, actually walked out of the oil painting step by step, and soon appeared in reality.

"The air in reality is still pleasant. Oil paintings always smell like blood and corpses, which is really uncomfortable."

This is Cao Yang's den, but Sister Hong can move freely, and even the strong wind can't lift a corner of her clothes.

"It's those high heels that isolate the influence of the ghost den, so Sister Hong can walk freely in my ghost den."

Cao Yang's eyes fell on Sister Hong's graceful figure. Her high heels flashed a scarlet light in the dim environment, making it hard not to notice.

"After so many years, this tattoo parlor is still the same. And it seems that the balance within the tattoo parlor has been broken. The most critical link, the ghost skin, is missing."

Sister Hong looked around. She could get a glimpse of the entire tattoo parlor through the dense forest. It was incredible.

"That girl over there is still charming, she is only one-third as pretty as I was back then."

She stretched out her hand and pointed in a certain direction, which was covered by thick black smoke. The source of the black smoke was Ah Hong, who was dressed up as Li Leping.

"You can see through ghosts and even other people's makeup?"

Cao Yang asked with a cold face.

"Of course. You are all in the painting. How could I not see you?"

Sister Hong answered casually without turning back, but still looking at everything in the tattoo parlor.

“We are all in the painting?”

Cao Yang's eyes suddenly narrowed. Sister Hong's words carried a lot of weight.

"Tattoo shop, oil painting... I understand."

After pondering for a moment, Cao Yang understood the meaning of this sentence.

"The oil painting is a ghost painting. The third floor of the tattoo parlor has long been assimilated into the ghost den. That's why ghosts keep popping up, because there are more ghost paintings in the outside world that are spreading and swallowing up the broader reality." Hearing this, Sister Hong nodded with satisfaction, and seemed to agree with Cao Yang's answer.

"Your brain works very quickly. However, that is not the ghost cave painted by the ghost, but the ghost cave of Zhang Youhong when she was alive. The colors of the two ghost caves are different. Otherwise, you should have been able to make a judgment the first time."

"Then why do you want blood?"

"medium."

This time, Sister Hong's answer was quite simple, just two words, but she then added more.

"Now that you have reached this level, you should be able to understand the meaning of medium. And Zhang Youhong's medium is blood. Through blood, you can invade, suppress, and even replace."

"Let me ask you a very simple yet complicated question. To be able to become an outlier means that you have been in the supernatural circle for a long enough time and have a certain level of strength and luck."

"Then I want to know, in your opinion, what is a ghost? Or, what should a ghost be? And what is a ghost rider?"

Sister Hong turned her head and stopped observing Ah Hong who was still dealing with the evil spirit outside the ghost den.

Cao Yang was stunned, and then replied.

"Ghosts are a kind of rule. For ordinary people, if they are not triggered, they will live, and if they are triggered, they will die. The essence of ghosts is a kind of supernatural power, so ghosts cannot be killed in the true sense."

"As for the ghost riders, they are nothing more than a group of short-lived ghosts parasitized by ghosts."

Sister Hong frowned, obviously she was not satisfied with Cao Yang's answer.

"So according to what you said, if I am infected with the virus, doesn't that mean I am controlling and mastering the virus?"

"The first half of the story about ghosts is correct, but it is only correct and far from being correct."

Sister Hong found an old rattan chair from somewhere and lay down on it comfortably.

"Ghosts do have good rules, but to be more precise, ghosts are a rule that releases curses through a specific medium. Zhang Youhong uses blood as a medium, and can take your life even if you are thousands of miles away."

"The scapegoat used humans as a medium to transfer all the fatal injuries he suffered to living people. The one from the Wang family used blood and memory as a medium to create the most unique curse in the entire supernatural world."

"The medium is the core of the ghost."

"You are a ghost den of Yinfeng. The medium is wind. Ghost den is essentially a space composed of media, so you can appear anywhere in the ghost den instantly."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Cao Yang nodded and motioned Sister Hong to continue.

"We, the older generation, have hidden almost everything about the supernatural world, ghosts, theories, and the ways of ghost handlers, because we are afraid that our understanding is wrong and will lead to misunderstandings among you."

"But now it seems that you still have a long way to go in understanding the supernatural."

"Back to the question just now, if I am infected with a virus or plague, does that mean I can control or master this ability?"

"Obviously not. The same goes for ghost riders. Ghosts invade and parasitize the bodies of living people. Can humans really completely control ghosts?"

"If that's the case, then even if we can't just do whatever we want, at least we shouldn't pay such a heavy price when we use the ghost's supernatural powers."

"The reason is simple. Ghost riders cannot truly control evil spirits. They are merely tools that help evil spirits spread curses. Only by becoming an outlier like you can you truly control ghosts."

"Because the aliens have completely mastered a medium, which is the core of the ghost."

(End of this chapter)