Chapter 97 Great Gift
"As long as you leave this matter to us, you can do whatever you want. Don't you want that ghost? I give it to you. Seriously, don't mess around. "Cao Yanhua is even a little humble now.
He did not dare to bet. If Lin Yuanqing really did something to the island country, then the headquarters would be under great pressure internationally.
"Haha!" Lin Yuanqing suddenly chuckled and hung up the phone without saying anything.
He feels a bit ridiculous now. People are knocking on his doorstep, and the headquarters is still thinking of solving this matter through politics. Is this the headquarters?
Ghost Compression flew directly to the island country.
Headquarters.
Cao Yanhua looked at the hung up phone, his face became gloomy, and he ordered to the door: "Go and invite Professor Wang and Mr. Qin."
After a while, Mr. Qin and Mr. Wang Xiaoming came to the wiring room.
Cao Yanhua explained the situation and then said to Mr. Qin: "It can be heard from his tone that although he has not lost his mind, he can already guess what he will do, so I hope you stop him. ”
"No, we should fully support his actions now." Wang Xiaoming, who had been silent since he came in, suddenly said with a firm tone.
"But, this will lead to the country..."
Before Cao Yanhua finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Xiaoming and said: "His value is much greater than the international pressure. As long as he doesn’t destroy the country, everything can be restored.”
………
Island country, Tokyo.
The sky was suddenly shrouded in darkness, and the sky above the island nation fell into darkness. Citizens came out to watch this incredible scene.
The ghost masters in Tokyo looked at the sky above Tokyo with vigilance, hoping that a ghost domain of this scale would just pass by, but they were disappointed.
Dong, dong, dong, the huge knock on the door spread from the ghost world throughout Tokyo. This knock on the door was heavy and clear, as if it was knocking on people's hearts. It was very painful to hear. Depressed.
Everyone in Tokyo felt depressed and panicked. This panic was unreasonable, as if something bad was about to happen.
In a secret room of the supernatural society.
The new president Tetsuya Ohta looked at something that appeared on a white skeleton with sad eyes. He knew that President Nakamoto had failed.
On the shelf is a pistol made of white bones. This is the gun that every president will hold. As long as you hold it, you will have no chance of supernatural beings in your life.
But what you can get is the ability to suppress any A-level supernatural beings as an ordinary person.
Ota Tetsuya, with firm eyes, stretched out his hand to hold it. The moment he held it, he seemed to hear the roar of his soul coming from the abyss. The roar penetrated directly into his mind and gradually disappeared.
Inheritance...passing on.
In the sky, the huge knock on the door stopped after ringing for nearly a minute, and something was thrown out of the ghost realm.
Looking carefully, you can vaguely see a yellow box.
Boom! The sound of the giant object falling to the ground was heard, and the impact of falling from a high altitude shattered the box into pieces.
Where the box fell, an old man in black robes slowly stood up and then disappeared.
When he appeared, he was already in front of an apartment building. Everything around him began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye. He raised his hand mechanically and lightly touched the door with his fingers.
Boom, boom, a strange, depressing knock on the door suddenly sounded, terror descended, and the killing began!
Suddenly, people in the apartment building heard screams of horror: "Dead... dead."
In the ghost domain, Lin Yuanqing's phone rang again and was answered.
"I am Wang Xiaoming. We will fully cooperate with your actions, but we have a request." Wang Xiaoming's voice came slowly from the phone, and his tone was calm and leisurely.
"Oh~ tell me." Lin Yuanqing no longer had a tone as cold as an iceberg, but said with interest.
He wanted to see if Wang Xiaoming was as self-righteous as Cao Yanhua.
"...The country cannot be destroyed." Wang Xiaoming said slowly.
"...Reason." Lin Yuanqing's tone returned to being cold and said.
Although he did not originally intend to destroy the country, he also wanted to hear the concerns of the headquarters.
“Three points. The first is that China will be under great pressure internationally and may be isolated or even besieged by various countries.”
"The second is that the island country currently suppresses an S-class supernatural being. If they have to, they may release it. It is terrifying, even more terrifying than the starving ghosts in Dachang City."
"Chapter 1 Third, the island country may still have some very strong ghost masters from the Republic of China period." Wang Xiaoming said directly without hiding anything. He even told about the ghost masters from the Republic of China period.
"Okay, give me the shadow puzzle." Lin Yuanqing said indifferently. He was not afraid of the so-called ghost master from the Republic of China. If he wanted to kill someone, with such a huge ghost realm, who could stop him? live?
“Yes!” Wang Xiaoming agreed directly without hesitation. In this situation, if a mere ghost can reduce the situation, it would be worth it.
"The island country will not be destroyed, but they have to pay the price." Lin Yuanqing said lightly and hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuanqing opened another gold box in his hand. Inside, lying quietly was an old man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat. Yes, he was the ferry ghost.
With a thought, some metal rotated around the old man's eyeballs, poured into his eye sockets, and gradually solidified into a stick.
The white ghost hand reached out, held it, and pulled it out. Suddenly, a golden cylinder was pulled out by Lin Yuanqing.
There is also half an ancient-looking copper coin on the top of the original body.
Ghost Domain made a container with gold, put it in, and put it away.
Throw the reviving Swingling Ghost down.
Lin Yuanqing turned his head, looked at the island country's ghost detention center, disappeared, and murmured: "Nakamoto, don't you like to release ghosts? Then I will release enough for you."
< br>The people below, including the ghost masters, all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they were just passing by, just when they were a little relaxed.
Just below the black ghost realm, an old man wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat stood up slowly. His livid face covered with corpse spots slowly raised his face. There was one in his eye. Gone, empty.
When his eyes saw the sky, the wind and clouds gathered together, and the sky over Tokyo was instantly covered with clouds.
Stepping, an almost eerie sound of footsteps sounded, and the clouds in the sky began to rain lightly.
Step, the weird footsteps sounded again, the light rain gradually became heavier, and it became heavier and heavier, a heavy rain was coming.
Step, the third sound of footsteps sounded far away. When I looked back, I saw that the scary and weird old man had disappeared, and I don’t know where he went.
But what we know is that another terror has come, and the killing is doubled.
People in Tokyo began to despair. Whether they were ordinary people, ghost masters, or those in power, three horrific supernatural incidents with the lowest A rating broke out in this small place.
Knocker, horror level A.
The ferry ghost, horror level A.
Lin Yuanqing, horror level.S.
Royal Palace.
A group of senior executives were sitting on chairs in despair, their faces full of fear and despair.
The Emperor also looked a little decadent sitting in his lofty position.
He waved his hands feebly and said: "We can't let him continue to let ghosts go. Contact Huaxia and ask Lin Yuanqing to state the conditions." (End of Chapter)