The Ghost Control Bureau was busy.
There seemed to be a lot of work piling up.
Fang Anson's phone was almost never off his hand, and he rubbed his swollen eyebrows from time to time.
Su Hen lost interest after taking a few glances.
He left the building quietly.
"Strange."
A ghost tamer looked at the door that was suddenly blown open by the wind."Where did the wind come from?"
"And I clearly locked the door just now. Did I remember wrongly?”
It was not just the ghost tamer guarding the door.
The other Ghost Commanders also heaved a sigh of relief.
For some reason, from the previous meeting.
They felt a special pressure around them.
"Men."
"Bring me all the recordings from this morning until now!" Fang Anson suddenly said with a frown.”
As a ghost tamer, being careful was the key to survival.
Therefore, no matter how ridiculous and absurd his intuition was.
Fang Anson decided to verify it and check the surveillance footage.
Outside the door.
Su Hen's face revealed an inexplicable smile.
His trip this time.
It was to imitate the mythical city god parade.
Naturally, it needed to be known by some fated people so that the name of the City God could be spread.
Therefore, even though mortals couldn't see it, neither could ghost controllers.
However, cameras and the like could capture clues.
It all depended on who was lucky.
In the Ghost Control Bureau.
Fang Anson stared at the surveillance screen.
In the meeting room, there was indeed a figure sitting on the empty chair opposite him.
He was two meters tall, wearing a long robe and an ancient sword at his waist. He had a dignified expression.
It was the City God!
Lord Shing Wong had come to their Ghost Control Bureau personally?
Moreover, from the beginning to the end, no one had discovered it.
The most important thing was…
There were a few times when Shing Wong stood beside him and looked down at him working!
Fang Anson felt his heart beating extremely fast, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Could this really be considered a ghost?
Even an [S] class ghost was far less terrifying than this.
Or was the other party really a legendary god?
The secretary stood behind him, her face filled with horror.
"Captain."
He gulped and asked,"Why did this Shing Wong come to our Ghost Control Bureau?"”
"Moreover, this is too scary!”
If this City God had the intention to kill…
If that was the case, their group of ghost controllers would probably be dead.
He didn't even know how he died.
Fang Anson let out a long sigh as a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
He turned to his secretary." This is between you and me. Don't tell anyone."”
"Otherwise, I'm afraid it will cause panic among the Ghost Commanders.”
"Seal all of these videotapes today and adjust the authorization to the highest level. Then send them to the capital.”
"All the security guards who have seen the videotape have to sign a confidentiality agreement.”
"As for the surveillance cameras, say that there was a malfunction in the surveillance cameras today and all the video recordings were lost.”
The secretary nodded heavily." I understand. I'll do it now."”
"Lord Shing Wong!"
He watched the secretary leave quickly.
Fang Anson sat on the chair with a complicated expression."If you really are the god in charge of the underworld, why didn't you appear earlier?”
"Do you know that because of the revival of malicious ghosts?”
"How many innocent people have died over the years?”
.........
After leaving the Ghost Control Bureau.
Su Hen did not wander around.
Instead, he went straight to the City God Temple.
There was also a Shing Wong Temple in Jin Ling City, the one that had the Ghost Shing Wong.
However, many people had died here.
In addition, there was a truly magical City God Temple in Liu Family Village outside the city.
Therefore, this place was completely deserted now.
In the huge temple.
There was only an old man who was wiping the dust off the Shing Wong Statue with great effort.
He was the surviving priest.
The so-called temple priest was the person in charge of incense and receiving tourists in the temple.
The old man was eighty-two years old this year.
He had been an abbot of the City God Temple for seventy years.
He simply wiped the dust off the surface of the statue.
The old man was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.
He hammered his waist and took a short break.
He picked up the broom beside him and began to sweep the floor.
A gentle breeze blew in from outside, carrying a strong sandalwood scent.
"Old man, where are the others?"
A gentle voice suddenly sounded from the side.
"They all ran away."
The old man didn't even raise his head.”
"How would the rest dare to come here and continue working?”
"As for the tourists, hehe, with so many people dead, who would come here again?”
"Then why are you here?" The voice continued to ask.
"Me?"
The old man still did not raise his head." I have no children. I have served Lord Shing Wong in this temple for seventy years."”
"Where can these old bones go?”
"I've worshipped the Shing Wong all my life. After I die, it's not bad to bury me under the Shing Wong Temple.”
He focused on sweeping the dust off the ground.
His body exuded a dying aura.
"But in the end, it became a ghost temple."
The voice spoke again,"Why don't we go to the City God Temple in Liu Village and be a temple priest?"”
"The incense offerings are flourishing, and there are quite a lot of tributes and incense money every day. It's enough for you to enjoy your old age.”
"I wish I could." The old man shook his head with a smile.”
"But that Shing Wong Temple is very lively. Would they still be willing to have an old man like me?”
"There are some young and strong people who want to be temple attendants.”
The voice laughed." What the temple priest wants is not strength, but sincerity."”
"Pack your things and come to the City God Temple tomorrow.”
"You can enjoy the offerings in the temple as you wish, and take the incense money back to subsidize your family.”
The old man finally raised his head to see who was speaking.
However, in the empty hall, there was only a gentle breeze blowing across his face.
Coincidentally, a man walked in and muttered,""Old Man Zhang, what's wrong?"
"I saw you mumbling something to the air just now.”
"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”
The old man was stunned.
Suddenly, he felt something.
He turned around and looked at the tall statue of the City God.
The Shing Wong Statue had a dignified expression as it looked down slightly.
She was also looking at him.
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