Chapter 217 Conspiracy
Headquarters of the Spirit-Expelling Society.
Five low tables were gathered in a circle, discussing something.
The light bulbs in the room kept flickering, as if they were affected by supernatural forces, and from time to time there was a hissing sound of a short circuit.
"That idiot Mishima was actually manipulated, causing the tragic death of a large number of ghost masters of the Soul Exorcist Society and suffering huge losses. We must take back those sixty-five ghost porcelain and seven supernatural items." Behind a low table, a woman wearing many clothes growled in a low voice.
Behind another low table, a bald man straightened his back and said loudly: "Mishima's death is not enough to calm our anger, nor is it enough to make up for the loss of the Spiritual Society. Those two people in Dachang City must die, over there The headquarters will also pay us ten times the compensation. "President Ichiro, I hope that the second attack will be more powerful and release ten devils at once, so that they can taste the power of our island country" said a man with meticulously combed hair and a gloomy face. said the young, skinny man.
A fifty-year-old man with bald hair and a slightly fat figure looked sad. It was Ichiro who succeeded the president. He spoke humbly: "Qianyuan-kun's request is very reasonable. But Onii can only let Yu The ghost travels between the two countries, and the golden container where the ghost is imprisoned cannot be brought through the ghost well. It was difficult for the personnel to evade the investigation by the police department there, and they escorted the container to Dachang City in time."
"I heard that Yamazaki, who had that jade-level potential, also fell into their hands and died from the resurgence of the ghost. ”
A veiled young woman suddenly spoke up, but she was talking about another thing.
"Yes, Miss Iizumi. Yamazaki-san worked hard for the Spirit Exorcist Society, but was driven mad by the two thieves and died." President Ichiro lowered his head and said respectfully.
A month ago, these top ghost masters came out of the ghost temple. After learning about the situation of the Spirit Exorcist Society, they established their power by killing Mishima, drastically rectified the organizational structure, and removed the president's His status and real power have been reduced to a very low level, and he has almost become a tool in their service.
Now these four are very powerful. They jointly ordered all members to suspend internal fighting and carry out a large external revenge plan.
After all, only strong external aggression can suppress internal disputes.
Their plan was not to confront them head-on, but to travel around Dachang City, constantly creating supernatural incidents and leaving the two men exhausted. After his physical condition deteriorates, he will come forward to catch them all.
"Hashinu-kun has returned to the island country through the ghost well. According to the information he provided, the corpse ghost has been dealt with and the manhole cover has been taken away by the other party. It is possible that we already know that it was our spirit-removing club. What is the next step? The action must be followed as quickly as possible, and the opponent must be dragged down in the shortest possible time until the evil ghost recovers. Okay."
After the woman in thick clothes finished speaking, she glanced at Jing Quan, who was sitting quietly, and said in a stiff tone: "Remember to prepare ten manhole covers."
Jing Quan is sitting behind a low table. The white veil on his face is slightly transparent and cannot be completely covered. Looking at the rotten face, he whispered: "It is not easy to make a manhole cover. Now you can take out at most five."
The bald man pulled the flesh on his face hard and put on a strange and stiff smile. He said to the woman in thick clothes: "Since Miss Jingquan is responsible for providing manhole covers. Then Miss Snow Sage who possesses ghosts, I have to shoulder the task of escorting the gold container.” I put on that disgusting fake smile of yours, it’s so ugly.”
"I can be responsible for bringing the container there, but since it was Konoe-san who proposed to increase the intensity of revenge, then you guys should go to Dachang City to keep an eye on those two people, and you shouldn't refuse."
"You guys It won’t work.”
“I have no objection.”
Konoe looked gloomy, snorted, and nodded in agreement.
The bald Han Daqiao wiped the stiff fake smile on his face with his hand and said expressionlessly: "It is our duty to do everything for the purpose of removing the spirit society."
"In order to remove the spirits."
President Ichiro raised the wine glass in his hand and said quickly.
The other four people did not pick up the wine glasses cooperatively at this time, but turned to look out the window.
Ichiro's old face turned green. He felt great humiliation welling up from the bottom of his heart. He was so angry that he placed it under the low table and clenched his palms into fists.
But he soon discovered something was wrong. The four ghost masters in front of him sat stiffly, but their faces all turned ugly.
President Ichiro turned to look out the window, his face changed, and he murmured: "Why is it so dark?"
The distant sky was shrouded in a thick blue-black haze, but those rich blue-black auras seemed to come out of nowhere. A turbulent and majestic wave is spreading towards this side at an incredible speed.
The ghosts spread extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye they were in front of them, enveloping the headquarters of the Spirit Exorcist Society.
“This, there is a supernatural incident, everyone, please get out of here.”
President Ichiro stood up in shock, the low table was overturned, and all the drinks and refreshments on it fell down to the ground.
"Trash, don't you ever go online? Can't you see that this is Liang Xingyang's iconic ghost in the video leaked on the Ghost Controller website? Is it also the blue-black haze ghost that destroyed Kobe City?" The bald man Ohashi said. roared.
“The enemies have reached the door!”
Then he turned around and continued to shout: “Snow Saint, why are you still standing there, use ghosts to send us away from here!”
The room was filled with a strong blue-black aura. From this haze, they felt the danger of being targeted by a powerful ghost.
Snow Saint's face was horrified, his head was covered with cold sweat, and he said in disbelief: "Idiot, shut up. My ghost has been suppressed and can't be used anymore."
"What!"
The expressions of the five people changed drastically.
Without Guixiao's help, they all know what it means.
Without home field advantage and being unable to escape from the haze, sooner or later the opponent will kill you.
“Waste!”
Jing Quan angrily pulled off his veil, revealing his rotten and terrifying face. He squatted down and pressed his hands that were wet from unknown time to the ground, intending to open a supernatural well and use it to escape from the shackles of ghosts.
Obashi, Konoe, and Yukisei showed expressions of anticipation, but President Ichiro’s face turned dark. He is an ordinary person and cannot pass through this supernatural well. The closer the body of a living person is, the closer At the bottom of the well, it is easier to be melted by the well water.
However, Jingquan paused, and a trace of fear flashed across his face.
"How about it?"
"No, the opponent's ghosts are thousands of meters deep underground, and my supernatural power can't break through the ghosts to dig a well."
"Everyone, be careful, don't let them defeat you one by one." Seeing that the situation was not good, Konoe took out a tattered and yellowed book from his arms and warned.
Ohashi put a weird fake smile on his face with his hands, widened his eyes, and guarded his surroundings.
“Dong dong dong~”
A knock on the door sounded, and the five people all turned to look at the door of the hall.
“Crunch.”
The door was slowly pushed open, and a strange figure with his back to the room blocked the door. His raised right hand was shaking, as if he was saying hello, and he seemed to be calling for something.
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