After hearing this, Yang Jian lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked at the location of Guanjiang Community, and then at a tape recorder on the table.

His eyes narrowed slightly:

"Well, that's okay. I just need to find that missionary."

Hearing this, Ye Zhen suddenly laughed:

"Then go to Dajiang City?"

Yang Jian nodded and laughed:

"I heard that Lin Qian's wife and children have been having a very leisurely time recently. Let's go and watch."

The two looked at each other and smiled, then disappeared from the same place at the same time.

…

…

"So, this is why you came to my place?"

Lin Qian looked at the two people holding a Boston lobster in each hand and was speechless.

"Well, that's it. I've been very free recently, and all the supernatural beings in Dahai City have been cleared away, so I thought about going abroad to see it. It happened that there was a ghost in Florida that was suspected of being a scapegoat puzzle." Ye Zhen took a bite of shrimp meat and said,

Han Hu said unclearly.

"What about you, Yang Jian? What do you want to do abroad?" Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian who was sitting on a chair, drinking beer and eating lobster.

"I want to find the missionary. He has done something on my territory." Yang Jian said.

Hearing this answer, Lin Qian suddenly realized that it must be the recorder, the recorder that allows people to enter the dream demon.

Lin Qian looked at the two people, somewhat speechless:

"Can't you go by yourself? Do you have to come with me?"

Yang Jian glanced at Ye Zhen and said nothing. Ye Zhen took a sip of beer, thought for a while and said:

"It's like this. I thought that the three of us would go to the mass grave together when we came back. I protected that stove very well."

Lin Qian was silent. He looked at Ye Zhen, a little speechless. This guy must have been afraid that he would disappear again and that he could not find his people, so he came to follow him.

"Okay, let's go to the mass graves when we get back." Lin Qian sighed and didn't bother to worry about it anymore.

However, he was also looking forward to this trip abroad. After all, he heard that the foreign country was almost overrun, and evil spirits began to roam the streets.

Terrifying ghosts appeared one after another, and no one among the foreign ghost masters was willing to die, which led to this situation.

However, they are not without action. I heard that they are working on the Noah's Ark project, and it is said that it will be completed in up to three months.

"This trip abroad may be very interesting." Lin Qian thought to himself.

The aroma of barbecue was strong and the bride's wedding dress was fluttering. Yang Jian and Ye Zhen turned a blind eye to it.

Paris.

The holy Notre Dame looks very far away, and its old white walls are much prettier than those of the cathedral.

The sun shone in the dark corners, and rats popped out of the sewers.

Pedestrians were in a hurry, wearing hoods, with nervous and frightened expressions. They always put their hands in their underwear on their chests and looked around, as if they were on guard against something.

On top of a tall building, a young man wearing a red windbreaker sat on the edge with one hand on his knees and looked at the street below.

Next to him, stood a beautiful bride, whose wedding dress was fluttering, and she was very beautiful.

On the other side of the young man, there was a slender young man wearing a casual suit. The young man held a blood-stained sword in one hand and stared at the entire city.

Next to him, a tall young man wearing an Interpol uniform and holding a long gun looked expressionlessly at the empty street below.

The breeze blew by, blowing a cold feeling. Lin Qian looked at the panic-stricken pedestrians on the street, with a slight curve in the corner of his mouth.

He looked up in one direction, where the Notre Dame Cathedral was. There was a cold atmosphere there. Even under the sunlight, the Notre Dame Cathedral still looked gloomy and lifeless.

"Yang Jian, we need to find the missionary in New York." Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian and said.

"Is that so? I'll go to New York first and we'll meet up at the Eiffel Tower later," Yang Jian said.

"Okay, then I'll go to Florida first." Ye Zhen said.

"Well, I'm going to Texas. After I finish processing, we'll go see what's going on with that organization called The King," Lin Qian said.

Hearing this, Yang Jian didn't say anything, turned around and walked in one direction, a ghost eye appeared on his forehead, and Yang Jian disappeared.

Ye Zhen picked up the long sword, turned around and fell down. The person turned into a rainbow in the air and flew away.

Lin Qian smiled and didn't pay too much attention. Looking at the famous Notre Dame, his eyes flickered slightly:

"I hope the ghost caller will call me in a few minutes."

"I hope the cannibals stay in Texas."

"I hope that the ghost nuns will leave Notre Dame and come to me."

"I hope that the twelve-winged fallen angel will appear by my side."

A supernatural force appeared, and as Lin Qian began to make wishes, ordinary people began to disappear inexplicably.

Lin Qian sat up, held the hand of the strange bride, and disappeared directly from the spot.

Although he doesn't need ghost blood or too many pieces of the bride's puzzle, he doesn't need it now.

Starving ghosts are already very scary, but it is still okay to eat some scary ghosts.

For example, the fierce ghost that can judge sins may attack the starving ghost instantly when it sees it.

After all, the ghost is sin itself.

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…

Texas, border town.

Yellow sand flew into the air, and a few dry grasses blew across the sand.

In a tavern, the smell of alcohol fills the air, and mellow whiskey can be seen everywhere on the wine table.

Noisyness is the norm here, with the clinking of bottles and loud conversations.

"Grian, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you very busy?"

The tavern owner looked at a middle-aged man who walked in through the door, smiled and asked.

The man was wearing denim clothing and walked to the bar with a tired look.

"Have a glass of whiskey on the rocks."

"What's going on? You don't seem to be very energetic." The boss looked at Grian in surprise, but his hands had already begun to move.

Soon a glass of whiskey with ice was pushed in front of Grian.

"Oh, don't mention it. The police station is short of manpower recently and I have been dragged into working as a coolie." Grian took a big sip of wine and then spit out the smell of alcohol.

Hearing Grian's words, the tavern owner's eyes flickered slightly. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked:

"Are they the corpses that suddenly appeared recently?"

"Well, even those things, in fact, can't be said to have appeared naturally, they were just discovered suddenly."

Fear flashed in Grian's eyes, and recalling those corpses, Grian only felt horrified.

The first time he saw those corpses, he vomited immediately. All the corpses were in dilapidated condition.

The flesh and blood on the body seemed to have been eaten by something, the wounds were uneven, and some bones were covered with bite marks.

If only one or two corpses were like this, it could also be interpreted as the work of being attacked and eaten by wild beasts.

But if everything is like this, it is too outrageous. If it is really a wild beast, then how hungry the wild beast must be to attack so many people.

"Sigh... natural and man-made disasters keep coming one after another, and we don't know when they will end." The tavern owner sighed.

"Who says it isn't? There are chaotic scenes everywhere now, and there are a lot more shootings than usual."

"In the past, you could hear gunfire basically once a day or two, but now it's better, it happens every day, day or night."

"Alas...my Sun Goddess, when will you save us believers who have fallen into oblivion?"

"Amen."

Grian crossed himself devoutly on his chest, and the hotel owner looked helpless at this scene.

"Pious Grian, it is certainly a good thing to pray to the Sun Goddess, but Amen is a tribute from God, not from the Sun Goddess. You should embrace the sun."

Hearing the tavern owner's reminder, Grian didn't care. He stopped praying, took a sip of whiskey, and said disapprovingly:

"I know, but what does it matter? The sun goddess cannot see us, nor can she listen to our sincere prayers, and neither does God."

"You heretic." The tavern owner poured himself a handful of whiskey and joked with a smile.

"Aren't you too? A believer in Satan." Grian replied.

The two looked at each other, then burst out laughing, clinking their glasses and toasting.
To be continued...