Today's Dajing City is very unsettled. It's like a pond thrown into by a huge stone, splashing up huge waves and submerging several meters of surrounding lawns.

Dozens of ghost masters swarmed out of the Ping An Hotel and ran quickly in all directions of Dajing City.

They all received an emergency notice and were temporarily dispatched to deal with the sudden appearance of evil spirits in Dajing City.

In the conference room of the circle of friends, an emergency meeting had been held. Fang Shiming, the leader of the circle of friends, left the conference room with a gloomy face, accompanied by Jiang Shangbai.

They were going to the training base to attend a captain-level meeting. The remaining shareholders, such as He Tianxiong and others, had to deal with the evil ghosts who suddenly appeared in Dajing City.

This was a strong request from the headquarters, and Wei Jing came to inform him in person. No one would object, not even Fang Shiming.

It wasn't that Fang Shiming didn't want to object, but he didn't dare. The ghost rope floating in the entire building in their circle of friends last night made it impossible for him to object, and he couldn't object.

They can't beat Wei Jing!

Judging from what Wei Jing just informed them, as long as they have any intention of disagreeing, he will not hesitate to cut off the entire circle of friends, even in this situation.

Therefore, Fang Shiming compromised, and the attitude of the headquarters has been made clear. During this critical period, anyone who disobeys orders will be regarded as a heretic.

Wei Jing has a good saying: Anyone who dares to cause trouble in this period will die.

Everyone filed out, with solemn and gloomy expressions on everyone's face. After all, no one wanted to face the ghost, others didn't want to, and they didn't want to either.

But the situation was irresistible and they had to go.

The headquarters is very fast. Basically, someone will arrange everything the moment something happens.

A broadcast was played repeatedly on the streets of Dajing City. The content was very simple, informing everyone to stay away from places that looked dangerous and not to come into contact with things that looked wrong.

It was such a simple notification, but it made the headquarters so busy that it was out of breath. The supernatural events could not be known to too many ordinary people.

The more people know, the faster the ghosts around the world will recover. This is the conclusion that Professor Wang Xiaoming came to after conducting experiments.

On a street, many ordinary people looked at the strange scene in the sky not far away, their faces full of confusion and fear.

Some people are timid and choose to follow the headquarters' arrangements and quickly stay away from the area shrouded in darkness.

But some people seem to be born with the kind of people who don't listen to persuasion. No matter how the people around them persuade them, they must stay, saying that this kind of thing only happens once in a hundred years, and they must take pictures to remember it.

Then a strange scene appeared. Someone was running as fast as they could, desperately running into the distance in order to stay away from this area.

Some people, on the other hand, did not retreat but advanced, holding mobile phones and looking excited. Most of these people were young men and women, dressed in very fashionable clothes.

While these people were busy moving forward and backward, a clown with a balloon in his hand and a smile on his face suddenly appeared on the street.

The clown looks around with a smile on its face. When it sees someone, it will walk to the living person with strange steps.

Before the living person could react, the clown put the balloon in his hand.

The moment the balloon touched the man's skin, the rope of the balloon was directly wrapped around his arm, and then in the man's horrified eyes, he ascended to the sky.

Well, it literally goes to heaven.

After the clown lost a balloon and sent the unlucky guy to float in the sky, his body paused slightly and the smile on his face became slightly weird.

The ordinary people around him who saw this scene immediately panicked, and their screams pierced the air and hit their hearts.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and countless people began to flee in a panic, not even caring whether they were running in the wrong direction. At this moment, there was only one idea in their hearts, and that was to stay away from that terrifying clown, as far away as possible!

But at this moment, I don’t know if it was the sound of them running away in a panic that alerted the clown, and the balloon that the clown had disappeared from reappeared in his hand.

The moment the balloon appeared, the clown walked straight towards a middle-aged woman. In just a blink of an eye, the clown appeared in front of the frightened woman.

Just like the person before, the woman was directly carried up to the sky by the balloon. Even if she shouted frantically for help, it would be of no avail. No one would care about her life or death. No matter how she cried and begged, the panicked people below would just listen.

He didn't hear her voice and ran to other places minding his own business.

At a street entrance, three men wearing Interpol uniforms appeared here. Looking at the floating balloons in the sky and the people under the balloons, the three of them remained silent.

"The basic situation is that a killing pattern has been determined. All people touched by the balloon will be carried high into the sky by the balloon, and then their bodies will rot and die."

"Preliminary judgment shows that there is no ghost realm, and the killing pattern is single, with one person dying at a time."

"Supernatural level, B level."

Behind the three of them, a middle-aged man with a slightly pale expression looked at the clown ghost and analyzed the general situation.

"Is it a preliminary judgment of B level? You can still handle it if you are careful. The three of us will deal with this evil ghost as soon as possible. The rest of the places still need support."

"Headquarters is very serious this time. If we don't work hard, we will die!"

"Well done, the headquarters will do its best to solve the problem of the evil ghost resuscitating us. Professor Wang will do it himself, so there won't be too many accidents."

Upon hearing this, the other two Interpol police officers remained silent and walked straight towards the clown without any unnecessary nonsense.

When the cleanup begins, the evil ghosts without ghost realms are their targets. If the ghost realms are created, there will be people stronger than them to deal with them.

On another street not far away, there was also chaos. From the moment the screams started, everyone understood one thing: danger was coming.

Pedestrians on this street ran towards places they thought were safe, and some drove directly towards their homes. But before the car had driven a kilometer, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the car.

With a bang, the car didn't brake quickly and hit it directly, sending the figure flying several meters away.

Just when the car owner thought he had hit someone, he was about to get out of the car to check, but the next scene made his scalp numb.

I saw the person who was knocked out... or perhaps should be said to be a human being. He rolled around on the ground a few times, broke a traffic light, and then slowly stood up.

After the man stood up, the car owner saw clearly the figure's appearance. His expression was sluggish, and the holes were blood red and looked like they had exploded. The holes were like broken glass, full of cracks.

His cheeks were black and sunken, his skin was wrinkled, and his hair was streaked with gray eyes.

At this moment, all the gray eyes were looking at the owner of the car.

The car owner swallowed, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost:

"What the hell is this! How can there be such a thing in Dajing City!"

The car owner tried tremblingly to start the car, but he didn't know if the impact was too severe and caused something wrong with the ignition. He tried several times but failed to start the car.

Just as he kept trying to start the car, the strange thing started walking towards him.

The car owner looked extremely frightened and kept trying to restart the car, staring at the thing while trying.

As the thing got closer and closer, he became more and more frightened. He looked at the twisted car door next to him and heard the sound of ignition failure in his ears. He couldn't help but start to despair.

"Damn it, light the fire! Damn it!"

I don't know if I heard his call, but the car roared and stalled completely...

The car owner stared stiffly at the keys in his hand, his eyes full of dullness and despair:

"It's over, dead..."

A touch of coldness appeared and enveloped the entire car. The strange thing had already come to the car...

And at an alley not far away, four people with a height of one meter, thin bodies, dark cheeks and no eyes suddenly walked out of it.

The four people's steps were very stiff, and the skin on their bodies was as dry as mummies. They were only one meter tall and looked strange, but they were carrying a blood-red perch coffin on their shoulders.

The coffin was very huge, but it was carried steadily on the shoulders by the four mummy dwarves, and they walked towards the street step by step.

Following their footsteps, a deep darkness spread towards the surroundings.

"The kid carries the coffin!"

An Interpol police officer standing not far away looked at this scene, his face changing.

"A ghost realm has been formed. This is something we can't solve. Let the headquarters send detectives who can handle ghost realms. Let's deal with the evil ghost who doesn't have a ghost realm!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the two people standing next to him became solemn. They controlled a powerful ghost and asked them to deal with the powerful ghost who owned the ghost realm. They were simply sending themselves to death.

"Did you hear that? There is a powerful ghost with a ghost realm here. Let the headquarters come to someone who can handle it!"

One of the detectives said almost growling to the satellite positioning mobile phone in his hand.

"It has been notified that the headquarters is dispatching support. Please wait a moment!"

A soft female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Upon hearing this, the Interpol police officer took a deep breath and cursed secretly:

"Gou Ri's headquarters, if they want us to be cannon fodder, just say so. Why are you making so many twists and turns..."

"Wait? Wait, let's go. Let's deal with the other one first. The headquarters will give you a lot of benefits this time!"

"As long as you survive and don't have to worry about the evil ghost resurrecting for at least a year, you'd be a fool not to do it!"

Classic outlaw quotes.

The three of them looked at each other one after another, and they all saw themselves in the numb eyes. Without saying anything, the three of them walked straight towards the ghost with hair full of eyeballs.

Desperados? No, they are one level higher than desperadoes. They are all dying people. The longest lifespan is no more than one month, and the shortest is only three days.

There is a saying that goes, people who are about to die are the craziest, especially when someone gives them a beam of light...

Outside the city, under the dusky sky, a white-haired old man stood quietly in front of the barren rice field, leaning on a cane.

He was also very aware of the situation in Dajing City and wanted to rush back, but he couldn't.

The old man looked at the tall scarecrow in front of him, with that straw face filled with a bright smile, as if mocking the old man's powerlessness.

The old man let out a long sigh, feeling helpless:

"Why is it this ghost?"
To be continued...