ebookland Chapter 84 Shamans and Mediums
Chapter 84 Shamans and Mediums
“I think we should keep an eye on this Michelle,” An Zhiwei suggested to Jiang Lin and the others. “The four of us can choose different ones to increase our chances.”
Michelle's actions weren't particularly impressive; compared to his attire, the tarot cards were merely common tools in Western divination. What temporarily won An Zhiwei's favor was the young man's calm and composed demeanor.
An Zhiwei thought she would get approval, but when she turned her head, she saw that all three men were paying attention to something else.
Liu Yangyang's gaze lingered on Michelle's legs. The Asian contestant's legs were slender and fair, and her skirt was just one centimeter above her knees.
An Zhiwei happened to catch the detail of Liu Yangyang's Adam's apple bobbing, and remembered what Yi Jing had told her privately. A chill instantly ran down her spine.
Ji Xingyi was observing the next psychic, number 12.
The psychic was a gaunt old black man, hunched over, dressed as if he came from a tribe in some primitive forest in Africa, and holding a scepter made of yellowish-gray deer antler bone. The moment he stepped onto the stage, he attracted the attention of all the observers except Jiang Lin.
"The 12th psychic comes from the Regu tribe, one of the oldest tribes in Africa. The shaman is Kuzanla Zangagra Reguzanladu Gudula!" Kane introduced this Gudula with significantly more passion than before.
After Gudula stepped onto the stage, his cloudy eyes did not look directly at "The Man in Pain," which was covered by a black cloth, but instead swept over the 40 observers below the stage.
His face was painted with colorful oil paints, and he wore strange gold and animal bone ornaments. Each of these things aroused the player's curiosity about primitive tribal culture. However, once they met Gudura's gaze, they would feel as if they were being pierced by ice spikes, freezing their blood.
It's like stepping into a primeval forest and suddenly discovering a python coiled on a tree branch behind you, its tongue flicking, making you hold your breath and not dare to move a finger.
The scene, which had been occasionally noisy, fell silent instantly.
Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, Gudula took out the ivory-colored animal bone pipe hanging from his waist, and in a short while, the entire stage was filled with smoke.
Ji Xingyi frowned slightly and looked at Jiang Lin, only to find that Jiang Lin's gaze was still fixed on the distance, not on the exciting performance on stage. Ji Xingyi followed her gaze and saw the girl in the red plaid skirt leaning against the wall at the entrance of the stadium, bent over, looking as if she was vomiting.
Ji Xingyi turned slightly to the side and whispered in Jiang Lin's ear, "What are you looking at?"
The man deliberately lowered his voice, his warm breath tickling Jiang Lin's ear. Jiang Lin turned her head, and their lips were only a centimeter apart.
As they looked at each other, both of them were somewhat distracted.
Fortunately, Ji Xingyi quickly distanced himself, preventing those around him from noticing anything amiss: "I think her name is Emilia?"
“Yes.” Jiang Lin leaned lightly against Xingyi: “Shamanism originated in prehistoric times and this culture is spread all over the world. In Tungusic languages, saman means the knower, which in Western religious culture is equivalent to a prophet. He is the spiritual leader of a tribe.”
“A true shaman is able to access information from higher dimensions, perform healing, rituals, and even prophecies.”
Ji Xingyi was surprised to find that while Jiang Lin was looking at Emilia, he was also listening to Gudura's introduction on stage. Gudura had already completed the ceremony and was walking off the stage.
Jiang Lin glanced at them casually and continued, "There are many professions among these thirty-six spiritualists, but whether they are shamans, astrologers who use tarot cards, mediums, or Taoists, they are essentially the same. The condition for obtaining high-dimensional information is to have a perception ability that surpasses that of ordinary people."
Just like eyes and ears.
To see further, you need better eyesight.
To hear more clearly, you need to have a very sensitive ear.
"But possessing abilities beyond human dimensions would be a burden on the human body. She must be a medium," Jiang Lin guessed, looking at Emilia who was resting on the ground after vomiting.
"Such a physical reaction will only occur when an excessive amount of negative energy is perceived."
Just like ordinary people who empathize and cry when they hear a sad story, when they are extremely angry, they will experience symptoms such as rapid breathing, trembling, and palpitations.
If players feel uncomfortable when they see "The Painful Man," then Emilia, as a medium, will experience ten or even a hundred times more negative emotions than an average person, to the point that she has a violent reaction of vomiting.
"You seem to know a lot about these things?" Ji Xingyi's voice was somewhat dangerous.
Jiang Lin raised his hand to cover himself, a rare hint of guilt flashing in his eyes: "Actually, I also know a medium."
"Why do you have so many friends I don't know?" Ji Xingyi knew she shouldn't be jealous all the time, but she just couldn't help it.
"Because they're not important." Jiang Lin sighed inwardly. They used to be so easy to fool, how come they've suddenly become smart?
Thirty-six psychics, each with 5 minutes, for a total of 3 hours. Including preparation time, by the end, An Zhiwei felt her back was about to break, and many players had already given up and were sitting on the ground.
Observer voting begins before the rankings are announced.
The rules of the bounty dungeon bind the lives of the four team members together, preventing the occurrence of hidden information, infighting, or sabotage. An Zhiwei chose the black shaman Gudula (number 12), Liu Yangyang chose the Chinese Taoist Liu Zhen (number 31), Ji Xingyi chose the cross-dressing boy Michelle, and Jiang Lin planned to chat with Emilia.
After all 40 observers had cast their votes, Kane announced the first round of nominees.
The list is arranged according to the scores submitted by 36 psychics, and the top 12 are selected. The higher the ranking, the more accurate the guess!
An Zhiwei was surprised to find that the shaman Gudula, whom she had the highest hopes for, was only ranked 10th. Michelle was 5th, the Chinese Taoist Liu Zhen was 7th, and Jiang Lin's choice, Emilia, was surprisingly ranked 3rd!
An Zhiwei looked at Jiang Lin with shock in her eyes. Just now she was laughing at Jiang Lin in her heart for choosing a good-for-nothing, but she didn't expect him to be so powerful. Her expression immediately became complicated.
"Hey, did I hear that right? That number 1 actually made it into the finals?" Liu Yangyang didn't care about the results of the preliminary rounds; he thought the last two rounds were the key. But when he heard the name of number 1, Angrey, he couldn't help but complain.
The moment the audition ended, all observers were teleported to a hotel.
[System notification: Welcome 40 observers to the special hotel for "The War of Psychics".]
The second round of the "Spirit Battle" tournament will begin in 12 hours. Before then, you are prohibited from leaving the hotel.
[Friendly reminder: The hotel is absolutely safe; please feel free to check in.]
Two floating room cards appeared in front of Liu Yangyang, but before he could assign them, Ji Xingyi snatched one away.
“I’ll share a room with Jiang Lin.” Ji Xingyi didn’t care what An Zhiwei did, and pulled Jiang Lin to choose a room.
Liu Yangyang looked at the abandoned woman with interest and said with a wicked smile, "What do you mean?"
An Zhiwei's face flushed red, but she calmed down in a few seconds and gritted her teeth as she snatched the remaining room cards: "One room is fine, I'm not afraid of you!"
After entering the room, Jiang Lin immediately lay down comfortably on the bed. Seeing the man taking off his coat, she reached out and grabbed Ji Xingyi's sleeve, which he had just half-pulled off.
Ji Xing turned around and saw the young man looking at him leisurely. He then bent down and pinched Jiang Lin's chin affectionately.
However, not long after, Ji Xingyi received a system notification first.
In the previous round, Ji Xingyi chose Michelle. After Michelle advanced to the second round, he was given the opportunity to have a ten-minute private conversation with her.
The system now tells him that he will be teleported to Michelle's room in 60 seconds.
Ji Xingyi pinched Jiang Lin's cheek: "Tell me, should I have him calculate our future?"
“It hurts,” Jiang Lin grabbed Ji Xingyi’s hand, interlocked their fingers, and earnestly suggested, “Ask him about what he already knows. We need to test whether he is a true psychic.”
Ji Xing nodded and then disappeared into the space.
The man was unaware that the smile on the young man's face vanished quickly after he disappeared.