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"Hello, Mr. Wu, we are community workers, cooperating with relevant departments for fire safety inspections."
"Please cooperate!"
This was Zhong Huai’s third knock on the door of the Anti-Cancer Home. After waiting for a moment and seeing no response, he finally lost his patience. He turned around, glanced at the Special Operations Team leader waiting behind him, and quickly made a few hand gestures.
The gestures were simple: evacuate the surrounding ordinary people and prepare for battle!
When he arrived, his Spiritual Perception had detected Spiritual Energy fluctuations identical to those remaining from Hanye Studio. He was 100% certain that a terrifying entity was hidden inside the house.
Relying on the characteristics of his Spirit Mark Power, his judgment of Spiritual Energy fluctuation auras was almost 100% accurate, unless the Powers producing the two Spiritual Energy fluctuations were highly similar.
Although the same urban legend legend might evolve into different Powers, causing highly similar Spiritual Energy fluctuations, just like two "Rain Masters" could evolve into the Powers of Xuan Ming and Ping Yi.
However, the probability of this happening was too small, and even if it did, it wouldn't last long.
Two urban legend or Psychic would also perceive each other's existence and, driven by their Powers, would fight each other to seize the other's Power and complete their own.
Devouring Power from the same urban legend legend source has a much more effective completion effect on one's own Power than any completion potion!
Upon receiving Zhong Huai's gesture, the Special Operations Team leader nodded, immediately turned around, and led the waiting Special Operations Team members, jogging away from Unit 7.
After the Special Operations Team left, Zhong Huai looked at Jiang Li beside him and asked in a voice only they could hear, "If we need to fight later, I'll be the main attacker, and you'll provide support. Is that okay?"
Was he so sure there was someone or a urban legend inside? Jiang Hao frowned slightly, glancing at the tightly closed door beside her. Although she had some doubts, she still nodded, "Mm, okay!"
Seeing Jiang Li agree so readily, Zhong Huai sighed with admiration again—how excellent! Could Lin Kele do it?
In fact, among the Shancheng Si Ye Hui agents, besides him, there were indeed those skilled in combat, but they were slightly weaker than Jiang Li, who had just advanced to A-Level Psychic.
And every time he encountered a more dangerous urban legend incident, if he sent that guy, that guy would always be timid and hesitant, only achieving a 1+1=1.5 effect, not suitable for important tasks.
So, if he could, Zhong Huai really wanted to transfer Jiang Li to work under him, but unfortunately, it was completely impossible!
After he had this thought in the morning, when Jiang Li took those materials to Shancheng Central Hospital for investigation, he immediately contacted the Superintendent of the Southwest District to express his wishes, and then... there was no then!
That damned woman Inspector Xing Yuan rejected him almost without thinking, not even giving a specific reason.
When he persistently pressed Inspector Xing Yuan for a reason, the only reply he got was—"Are you the Superintendent, or am I the Superintendent? Or, why don't you figure out how to solve the Disaster first?"
Damn it! I haven't offended Inspector Xing Yuan, that old hag, so why is she suddenly giving me a hard time?
How powerful could a King of Weird Tales born in a half-sized place like Hua City be?
Isn't one pseudo-Calamity-level guardian enough? Zhong Huai wondered.
As he pondered, the Mourning Osprey badge on his chest vibrated slightly, receiving a message from the Special Operations Team leader.
The residents of the entire Unit 7 had been evacuated, and the Special Operations Team had also set up defensive solidified Spells around Unit 7 to prevent Spiritual Energy fluctuations from leaking during combat.
Upon receiving the message, Zhong Huai stepped back two paces, took a deep breath, and activated the Spiritual Energy fluctuations within his body.
The next moment, his muscles twitched violently, and a faint hum of a taut bowstring subtly erupted in the air. A trace of crimson light, as if liquefied, could be vaguely seen flowing slowly along his muscle lines.
Noticing the subtle changes in Zhong Huai's body, Jiang Li's eyes trembled slightly.
Body Technique?
It was the first time she had seen a high-level Psychic specializing in Body Technique!
As the Spiritual Energy fluctuations guided Zhong Huai's body to change, the common scene of bulging muscles and ripped clothes, often seen in comics, did not appear. Zhong Huai's muscles slowly contracted, and his entire body seemed to instantly slim down slightly, his physical toughness reaching a terrifying level.
Then, he slowly lifted his foot, about to deliver a side kick to break through the door.
Just then, a faint sound of music drifted from inside the house.
"Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try."
Imagine what it would be like if there were no heaven in the world? If you try to imagine, it's not difficult.
"No hell below us, above us only sky."
No hell, only a blue sky above.
"What the hell is this?" Zhong Huai muttered subconsciously.
Jiang Li glanced at him and said indifferently, "John Lennon."
"What?" Zhong Huai asked blankly.
"It's John Lennon's song 'Imagine,'" Jiang Li explained. "It's a call for peace."
Zhong Huai,
Peace? Does that mean the urban legend inside is trying to tell us he wants to be a good person with a song?
Only someone with a broken brain would believe him!
"Damn it, I don't care if it's a ceratopsian or a raptor, we have to take it back first!"
Zhong Huai cursed, then kicked.
"Bang—!"
With a muffled thud, the entire hallway shook, and white dust fluttered down.
The Anti-Cancer Home's security door flew inwards with a crash, and before it even landed, it was torn into pieces like brittle paperboard.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
After a series of metallic clangs, a warmly decorated living room came into view. On the shelf, an old-fashioned tape recorder was playing slightly distorted music.
In the living room, a man of outstanding temperament and appearance, dressed in a finely crafted gray-white suit, sat facing the door on a single sofa, a faint smile on his lips.
Behind him, the glass tabletop was shattered into pieces, with glass shards mixed with bloodstains all over the floor.
Following the trail of dripping blood, one could see the man's hands hanging naturally from the sides of the sofa, with crimson blood slowly dripping from them. freeweɓnøvel.com
"Drip, drip, drip..."
As soon as the fresh blood dripped onto the ground, countless granulation tissues rapidly proliferated, madly dividing and wriggling, but quickly lost their vitality and necrotized, turning into a dark red, strange substance resembling moistened hair, looking like the "carpets" from Hanye Studio.
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The man said with unusual calmness, "You're here? Finally."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Li at the door frowned slightly. She detected something unusual from the man's face.
When the man spoke those words, his expression was one of relief, as if someone who had been suffering in pain finally had a chance to be freed.
He was waiting for us, and he felt that being taken away by the Night Watch was a form of liberation?
Why would this be? Something didn't seem right!
Thinking of this, Jiang Li spoke up to warn, "Wait, don't make a move, this guy is not right!"
However, by the time her voice rang out, it was already too late.
Almost the instant his gaze locked onto the man inside, and he determined that the man was emitting Spiritual Energy fluctuations highly similar to those remaining from Hanye Studio, Zhong Huai darted forward, charging in first.
As he swept forward, a faint, almost imperceptible wild laugh echoed through the somewhat cramped living room.
"Ho ho ha ha ha—!"
A terrifying wave of air erupted from his sturdy body.
Amidst the surging air, a towering figure slowly rose from the ground, taking shape behind him, and then gradually, as if to merge into one, it overlapped with his form.
That figure had a face as large as a basin, a leopard's head with piercing eyes, an iron face with thick whiskers, and was clad in a scarlet robe. Its four arms were as thick as pillars, one holding a dark broadsword, one an iron brush, and one a set of shackles and an iron chain. Its appearance was as ugly as a demon, yet looking directly at it did not evoke fear, only immense majesty ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) and intimidating aura.
【Evil Spirit Species Spirit Mark: General Ping Gui】 activated!
Immediately after, Zhong Huai reached the man suspected to be Tan Qiuming, stretching out his hands to grab his shoulders. At the same time, the phantom behind Zhong Huai also raised the arm holding the shackles and iron chain, swinging it. The iron chain, like a giant python, whistled as it wrapped around the man's body.
"Click!"
With the soft click of shackles locking, Zhong Huai's hands landed on the man's shoulders, his fingers tightly locked.
"Kid, care to come with us?!"
Tan Qiuming nodded calmly, obediently rising with Zhong Huai's upward force.
Jiang Li, standing beside him, widened her eyes slightly at the scene.
There seemed to be no unexpected events. The culprit of the Spiritual Energy attack she had been investigating for many days was thus brought under control.
Compared to all the Spiritual Energy attack incidents and urban legend incidents she had participated in previously, Tan Qiuming's behavior, from a certain perspective, could even be considered a surrender.
Is it over just like this?
Was it too easy?
But that's good too. Catching Tan Qiuming earlier means knowing her mother's whereabouts sooner.
As Jiang Li thought, before her taut nerves could relax, a quietly rising Spiritual Energy fluctuation, like an invisible hand, forcibly twisted her nerves several more turns.
As the uncomfortable Spiritual Energy fluctuations erupted, the air was immediately filled with a putrid stench like decaying flesh. The next second, the man controlled by Zhong Huai's hands began to convulse violently, as if having an epileptic seizure.
"Ugh!" A muffled guttural sound escaped his mouth. Tears, snot, and saliva uncontrollably poured out, mixing together, and along with his painfully contorted facial expression, mercilessly ruined the beauty of his delicate face.
"Kill... me..."
As if using the last bit of his strength, the man squeezed out words through gritted teeth, pleading with Zhong Huai.
He heard that terrifying whisper, felt that dreadful entity trying to control his body, and it was getting closer.
Zhong Huai was momentarily stunned, not reacting at once.
He had apprehended so many Psychic and urban legend, but he had only heard them beg for their lives. This was the first time he had heard such a strange request.
Just as he was briefly stunned, the man's muscles suddenly tensed, and his eyes filled with extreme terror. He muttered, "Too late, it's... coming..."
As his words fell, his body went limp, his head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness.
Looking at the body, which was like a puddle of mud in his hands, Zhong Huai's mouth twitched slightly.
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I thought you were going to launch a surprise attack!
Zhong Huai secretly grumbled, and then a subtle, stealthy sound interrupted his thoughts.
Like a gas leak, a "hissing" sound came from the man suspected to be Tan Qiuming. Immediately after, wisps of grayish-white smoke could be seen slowly rising from his body, as if escaping from his pores.
Seeing this, Jiang Li urgently called out to Zhong Huai, "Senior, be careful!"
Reminded by Jiang Li, Zhong Huai snapped back to reality, released his grip on the man's shoulders, and stepped back, creating distance.
However, when he released his hands, the man's body did not fall to the ground as expected. Instead, it maintained the posture of being lifted by the shoulders, suspended in mid-air as if controlled by threads.
As more and more grayish-white smoke escaped from his body, a black vortex appeared out of thin air behind him. Within the vortex, countless twisted flesh could be vaguely seen surging.
Those flesh grew Deformed, gradually forming a giant tree of flesh. The yellowish-brown mist, like clouds, swirling around it was its canopy, and the continuously spewing fresh blood was its flowers. Beneath the thick branches, dense "fruits" were condensed!
The moment they saw those "fruits," the Shancheng Si Ye Hui agent waiting at the door, ready to dissect the body on the spot, couldn't help but retch.
Wu...
Others might not recognize those "fruits," but he knew very well that those abominations were all kinds of tumors, practically a living encyclopedia of tumors, possibly even more comprehensive than professional textbooks.
And the moment they witnessed those tumors, everyone present seemed to experience a hallucination—a whisper echoed in their ears.
"Let's pull an all-nighter tonight? Anyway, you're a Psychic, once or twice won't affect your body."
"Smoking without inhaling is a crime."
"The charred aroma of charcoal grilling is one of the most wonderful smells in the world."
"What can relieve sorrow but Du Kang! Today, let's drink three thousand cups—"
Whispers, like awakening the devils in everyone's hearts, made them stand frozen, recalling memories of indulging their "bad habits" and immersing themselves in them, momentarily losing themselves.
Jiang Li, the only one present who remained conscious, quickly scanned her colleagues, and a question mark appeared in her mind.
What's wrong with them?
Someone like her, who was so disciplined that she seemed wound up, had no "bad" habits that could cause cancer.
