"How long more until we arrive?"
In the communication room, the square-faced middle-aged man looked at the screen and asked.
" At least 20 minutes." The contact person said. Sweat seeped out of his palms.”
" Twenty minutes. Everyone's dead."
the square-faced man growled.
He looked at the screen. At this moment, there were two images displayed on it. They were the images recorded by Pang Xiang and Wen Hongwen.
Pang Xiang and Wen Hong Wen were covered in blood.
One minute. There was only one minute left before the two of them encountered a Class B Ghost Controller, which was 60 seconds. They could not hold on any longer. It was not that they could not do it, but the puzzle ghost was too fierce. The two of them could not even break through the ghost's defense.
"It's been a minute. If we can hold on for another five minutes, we should be able to evacuate.”
Wen Hong Wen said in a low voice.
Pang Xiang panted, but he didn't reply. The left half of his body had decayed and was emitting a foul stench. That was his own ghostly ability, the 'Corpse Ghost Hand'.
The more he used his ability, the closer he would be to a ghost. If his entire body decayed, that would be the time of his death.
"Pang Xiang, Wen Hong Wen, you guys hold on for another three minutes.”
The square-faced man's voice came from the medal.
"I don't agree."
Pang Xiang refused. He knew very well that the ghost controller would take at least 20 minutes to arrive, and the person in charge of the communication room said that someone would come up. One could imagine who it was.
It was the police who were evacuating the crowd outside!
This was asking them to use their lives to buy time for the two of them.
"I don't want to either, but nothing can happen to you.”
the square-faced man said in a low voice.
It wasn't that he didn't take ordinary people seriously. He was also an ordinary person, and it was because of this that he knew the importance of ghost controllers, the importance of ghost controllers with potential.
Nothing could happen to Pang Xiang and Wen Hongwen, especially Pang Xiang. He was the number one ghost controller of the new generation in Cang City. He had the potential to reach Class B in the future, or even further. A Class B ghost controller represented the saving of thousands or even tens of thousands of people!
If Pang Xiang died now, it meant that there would be no first-rate ghost controller in the future.
Pang Xiang cut off the communication with the square-faced man and rushed towards the headless ghost.
Wen Hongwen panted.
As he panted, he looked at his best friend and then at the medal on his chest. He muttered in his heart, Pang Xiang can't die.”
In the next moment, Wen Hong Wen roared. The blood vessels in his body squirmed like earthworms, looking ferocious and terrifying. His skin turned deathly pale in the blink of an eye, and his eyes turned from red to dark red.
Pang Xiang, who was fighting with the headless ghost, suddenly felt someone pulling him from behind.
His body flew backward, smashing through the window and landing on the opposite street. He did not stop until the wall caved in.
At the same time.
Wen Hongwen's speed was faster than before. He arrived behind the headless ghost and hugged it with both hands and feet. Wisps of blood-colored ghost qi seeped out from under his skin, wrapping around the headless ghost and turning it into a cocoon.
" Hongwen, what are you doing!?" Pang Xiang roared, his eyes tearing up.
This was Wen Hong Wen erupting with all his ghost power, not caring about his life anymore.
This also meant that he had reached the end of his life.
When Wen Hongwen hugged the headless ghost, he opened his mouth and bit the headless ghost's shoulder. Ghost Qi came out of his mouth and tried to seep into the headless ghost's body.
The headless ghost slowed down.
"Take good care of Grandma." Wen Hongwen looked up and a vague voice came from his mouth.
He was an orphan and treated Pang Xiang as a brother. He could not let Pang Xiang die with him, and Pang Xiang could not die either. Pang Xiang had a better future than him!
"We ghost controllers are destined to live a short life, but we should live as long as we can. This means that we can solve more ghost cases, and you can kill more ghosts to avenge your parents.”
He used all his strength to say this sentence. As he finished speaking, his skin cracked and blood tears flowed out of his eyes. Blood-colored ghost qi spread out and enveloped him and the ghost fog.
Hearing these familiar words, Pang Xiang was about to collapse.
Rolling and crawling, he wanted to rush into the house, but when he entered, he saw Wen Hong Wen's pleading gaze in the ghost fog…
If Pang Xiang came in to save him, then his method of controlling the headless ghost would be interrupted, and all his previous efforts would be in vain.
Wen Hongwen's eyes were filled with tears of blood.
Pang Xiang broke down.
Boom!
The headless ghost was bound, and it instinctively began to struggle. It clearly had no head, but it let out a terrifying, ear-piercing scream.
This scream was mournful and extremely terrifying. All the residents of Mulou Village were frightened by this scream, especially the incessant sound of the police siren outside. Many people evacuated even faster.
At the same time.
Far away from Mulou Village, where the Shing Wong Temple was located.
The golden body of the Shing Wong clay statue in the temple trembled. Under the invisible appearance of ordinary people, Lord Shing Wong's eyes moved slightly.
The mud statue had a hazy shadow.
His eyes suddenly opened, shining brightly.
……
The headless ghost let out a sharp howl, and the stiff body that was trapped by Wen Hongwen moved again.
Blood flowed out of Wen Hongwen's mouth, and tears of blood flowed down his eyes.
It was a shocking sight.
Pang Xiang's tears could not help but fall from his eyes.
The headless ghost raised its hand and grabbed Wen Hongwen's head. In an instant, Wen Hongwen let out a painful growl and a line of blood appeared on his throat.
The blood line was spreading at an extremely fast speed, wanting to wrap around his entire neck. One could imagine that once it was wrapped around his neck, Wen Hong Wen would not die of exhaustion, but rather, he would die of a ghost plucking his brain.
At this moment!
The headless ghost stopped moving, and its entire body trembled like a cat with its fur standing on end.
" Huh?!"
Pang Xiang noticed something strange. What was going on?
At this moment, Pang Xiang saw a black shadow from the corner of his right eye.
A black figure had appeared beside him without him noticing. It was silent, as if it had appeared out of thin air. He was wearing a black robe and had long hair tied up with a jade crown. He looked like an immortal from ancient time and space.
"I saw the Yin pressure in the southeast, and the sharp voice was soul-piercing. So it was you who was acting like a demon!”
A gentle voice came from that person's mouth. Under Pang Xiang's horrified gaze, the ink-robed man walked past him. His feet did not touch the ground, and his body was as light as a feather.
She raised her delicate hand and pressed down with her green finger.
A halo appeared on his fingertips.
The headless ghost turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared.
How was this possible…
Pang Xiang's scalp went numb, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
A Class B Malevolent Ghost that could kill thousands or even tens of thousands of people was killed so easily?!
Am I dreaming…Pang Xiang subconsciously had this thought.
After losing the headless ghost, Wen Hong Wen lost his support. However, the fall that he had imagined did not happen. His body was held up by an invisible force, preventing him from suffering the pain of falling.
"Hongwen."
Pang Xiang didn't have time to be shocked and ran to catch Wen Hongwen.
"Hongwen, are you alright?" Pang Xiang placed Wen Hong Wen down and checked his injuries.
Wen Hongwen's face was deathly pale, his eyes were still blood-red, and his pupils seemed to have lost focus.
"Thank you." He looked at An Yanyuan and opened his mouth slightly. His scattered consciousness vaguely knew that someone had made a move. Although it could not let him live, it could be considered as helping him.
However, as he spoke, Wen Hong Wen kept coughing up blood.
The aura of death pressed down on his glabella and did not dissipate. This was a sign of death…An Yanyuan looked at Wen Hongwen.
"Hongwen, don't talk so much. I'll handle the rest.”
Pang Xiang sobbed." Don't die. Promise me that you'll hold on."”
"He won't die."
What?
Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, Pang Xiang paused and suddenly looked up at the fierce man who was killing Class B terrifying ghosts like ants.
"Sir, do you have a way to save Hong Wen?!”
"Naturally."
An Yuanyuan smiled.
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved his wide sleeve, scattering the green smoke that hadn't completely dissipated. A ray of light appeared on his fingertip and his index finger landed on Wen Hongwen's forehead.
In the next moment, his index finger slightly slid across his glabella, and the dark, deathly aura was dispersed. The halo also entered Wen Hongwen's head, like a sponge that was absorbing water.
Wen Hongwen's pale face was visibly red, and his blood-red eyes had also recovered…
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