A large-scale supernatural incident broke out in Da'an City. Wen Zhong had no choice but to temporarily put aside preparations for the second stage of the ghost festival. Even the investigation of the Manngling Community was temporarily put on hold.
Because it was already evening, all the street lights in the city had been lit up, but there was still a cold atmosphere shrouding the entire Da'an City, making the already dark sky even more permeable.
At this moment, Wen Zhong was sitting in a car driving towards the city center. Looking out the window at the city shrouded in haze, he couldn't help but frown. He was thinking about the source of this incident.
It stands to reason that he could not have been unaware of the powerful ghost who could build such a large-scale ghost realm before.
But the facts are before us. This unknown terror has locked the entire Da'an City tightly. Wen Zhong is not afraid of ghosts. What he is more afraid of is this unknown fear.
"The powerful ghost who can build this kind of ghost realm is at least an A-level starter. However, neither the files of the former Da'an City person in charge nor the records of Liangyiguan have mentioned similar reports. Could it be that it started from there? Is this a fierce ghost that ran out of the community?"
The lack of information was so severe now that if he wanted to understand a ghost, he could only risk his life, but there were a few lives he could fight for.
"But why do I feel like I have seen this haze somewhere before? It seems that I have been exposed to it before." Wen Zhong looked at the sky shrouded in black and red haze, and a ghost suddenly appeared in his mind.
By the way, it was the head-picking ghost that once appeared in the Central Building. The ghost realm it released when it killed He Youxu was exactly the same as the black-red haze now.
Wen Zhong also had a face-to-face encounter with the evil ghost, but in the end the evil ghost retreated on its own initiative.
This thing is quite strange. How could a fierce ghost take the initiative to give up killing and choose to retreat? This left a deep impression on Wen Zhong, so much so that he can still remember the appearance of the head-picking ghost.
"It shouldn't be the Ghost with the Head Picking Up. At that time, its ghost domain was not even large enough to cover the entire Central Building, and its level of harm was not even B-level. How could it have grown so much in such a short period of time?" Wen Zhong continued to think. With.
puzzle.
These two words flashed through Wen Zhong's mind. Could it be that this beheaded ghost had gathered together the puzzle pieces it needed, causing the level of terror to increase, and even the scope of the ghost realm to become wider.
It's not impossible. Wen Zhong touched his cheek. Didn't the ghost pupils mutate after being spliced with the ghost bacteria? This can be said to be the instinct of the ghost and cannot be inferred using common sense.
"The ghost controller can maintain the supernatural balance by controlling the resurrected ghost. Theoretically speaking, the ghost can certainly do the same thing, and because of its own characteristics, there are no side effects such as resuscitation."
Wen Zhong looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually amplified.
He had a very bad premonition, and his intuition told him that if the source of this supernatural incident could not be dealt with in time, the consequences would be extremely serious.
However, at this moment, Zhang Xuan, who was driving, suddenly trembled, and the vehicle also let out a scream, followed by a strong push on the back, almost throwing Wen Zhong out.
The vehicle's speed reached at least a hundred yards in a short period of time, and this number continued to rise.
"boom--"
Soon there was a loud noise, and the vehicle was thrown away at a curve on a mountain road. After rolling a few times, it disappeared directly at the foot of the mountain.
"What's going on? Why did the car suddenly overturn?" At the critical moment, a faint gray light came out of Wen Zhong's body. He used Ghost Domain to escape from the out-of-control vehicle. "He also said that he should save his strength. Why does it feel more troublesome?”
"Beep beep beep——"
This wasn't over yet. There was a series of honking sounds of vehicles behind Wen Zhong, followed by a series of vehicle collisions. In an instant, the entire road was full of wreckage left by vehicle collisions.
Wen Zhong left the place the moment he heard the sound, and was not affected. Zhang Xuan was lifted in his hand, but the latter had now turned into a cold corpse, and his eyes were wide open. Big, his mouth was twisted, as if he saw something extremely terrifying at the last moment of his life.
"Ghost Controller Wen Zhong, what happened? Why is it so noisy all of a sudden over there?" Ling Jin's calm voice came from the satellite phone, but this time it sounded a little nervous.
"It's nothing serious, it's just a car accident." Wen Zhong said with an ugly face.
Zhang Xuan's head was completely shriveled. It didn't feel like it was dehydrated, but it felt like it had been hollowed out. Wen Zhong put down the satellite phone, frowned and squeezed it with his hands.
There was something soft in his hand, like holding a sponge, and with his squeezing, Zhang Xuan's body emitted a rancid smell like garbage fermentation, and a brown corpse water also leached out from his head. filled his hands.
"Is it a car accident?" Ling Jin's voice was a little surprised. She thought Wen Zhong had encountered a supernatural event.
"Yes and no, the evil ghost has already started killing people. The supernatural events are developing faster than I thought. I thought this incident would take a while to brew before it would take action." Wen Zhong picked up the satellite phone and replied.
Zhang Xuan's death method was not unfamiliar to him. Wen Zhong had seen it with his own eyes when he was in the Central Building before, and heard it from Wang Chao, but this time the situation seemed to be a little special.
First of all, he did not see the evil ghost at all, and secondly, only Zhang Xuan and other drivers were attacked. This did not conform to his inference about the evil ghost's killing pattern at the time.
"Is it possible that after the jigsaw puzzle pieces were put together, Li Gui's killing patterns also changed?"
Thinking of this, the flesh on Wen Zhong's face tore, and gray ghost rain enveloped the entire road. The next moment, more than a dozen corpses appeared next to him. These were all people who died in the car accident just now.
The verification of the murder pattern requires a large number of human lives, and these corpses are the best way for him to verify the murderous methods of the ghosts.
Wen Zhong looked at the corpses on the ground that had become mutilated in the car accident without any emotion in his heart. Some of the corpses were special, but most of the corpses had strangely shriveled heads.
"hiss--"
He tore open the head of one of the corpses, and it felt like a dry sponge. The whole head exuded a strong putrid smell, and it also contained a large amount of corpse water.
"Those who had their heads eaten by evil spirits were all drivers, and those who died normally were basically passengers..." Wen Zhong frowned deeply, this was really unusual.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
