Chapter 73 Special Operations Group File

Special Operations Group file, number seventy-three.

Codename: Golden Silver Chang.

Recording method: Audio recording.

"Have you heard the story of raising little ghosts?"

"In the small countries bordering China, there is a legend of Kumanthong."

"Adopting the souls of infants who died young, raising them on bone plaques, feeding them with your own blood, can bring good luck, increase your luck and wealth… I, I just tried it… Heh heh, he wanted to bite me back, but these methods of raising little ghosts are just leftovers from what we in China have been playing with…"

"Zhang Laoliu, be honest!"

"Honest, I am very honest…"

"No need to save them, your people are doomed. You're from the Special Operations Group, so it's normal to know about Kumanthong, but you're cultivating the righteous path, right? Then let me tell you how the left-hand path in the Central Plains raises ghosts."

"This ghost is called the Gatekeeper Ghost, also known as the Golden Silver Chang."

"There are Golden Silver Chang in the vault. It's said that they work for the tiger, and money can make the ghost turn the millstone. Why can't money have Chang ghosts… Golden Silver Chang, Golden Silver Chang, you need to find a living person, male or female, it doesn't matter if they're virgins or not. You need their consent, and then find an evil Daoist who is willing to do this."

"Feed that person raw meat, basin after basin, and then feed them poison. While they're still alive, cover their entire body with raw lacquer, wrap them in talisman cloth, and then lock them in the vault. If they die there, they won't be able to leave the vault. Anyone who enters the vault after that will be attacked by the vengeful ghost and is doomed to die."

"If you want to take gold, you have to set up an altar in front of the vault, burn incense and chant incantations, and not lack paper money and paper horses. Finally, light a large incense stick until it's red-hot, make an agreement, and then you can take the money."

"What exactly do you want to say?!"

"What do I want to say? Hahaha, haha, what do I want to say? I just want to say that your people are beyond saving. Times have changed. Hahaha, this kind of evil method is more effective than any bodyguard or anti-theft door."

Then there was a chaotic sound.

It seemed that someone was being dragged away.

Finally, he was still shouting: "What is this? That Meishan Daoist's Five Paths of Rampaging Gods raising soldiers, they can't exert any power without rampaging generals. Where are there generals who died in battle to be soldiers in this world? Can they only take the shortcut and find that kind of resentful ghost?"

"But these days, vengeful ghosts are not easy to find. Heh heh, haha, then can they only take the evil methods that even the left-hand path disdains, and use sorcery to create a reluctant, unwilling, indignant vengeful ghost?! There are so many things in the world, you want to take care of them? Can you manage it…"

The voice disappeared.

Finally, it was the voice of a Special Operations Group investigator:

"The Golden Silver Chang case has been closed."

"The suspect pleaded guilty to the crimes he committed."

"Witnesses: Officials from the Ministry of Justice of Da Hua, and the Tianshi Mansion."

"Investigator: Weiming Sect, Xuan Yi."

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Quanshi Suburbs · Villa.

A stream of comments frantically scrolled across the live broadcast screen.

It was as if countless people were shouting in unison to kill the lamb, kill the lamb.

It was as if hundreds or thousands of people were surrounding him, holding torches, turning this live broadcast, which should have been interrupted, into some kind of evil ritual. The villa built on the top of the mountain served as an altar, with dancing demons and monsters performing the ceremony.

Zhang Yue's pupils were bloodshot as he stared at the lamb. His right hand slowly picked up the knife on the table. The lamb seemed to have spirituality. Tears welled up in its eyes as it bleated softly, making Zhang Yue feel a little unbearable. But this was for his daughter, to cure the child's illness…

I can do anything.

At the same time, the boiling in his stomach was more violent than ever before.

Zhang Yue gripped the knife tightly, hardened his heart, and slashed towards the lamb's neck.

The lamb seemed to be frightened, as if it felt that Zhang Yue would not hurt it, and remained motionless.

How stupid.

Zhang Yue thought to himself, but for some reason, his heart was piercingly painful.

Just as the knife was about to pierce the lamb's artery, a black shadow suddenly brushed past, and then a sharp pain. Zhang Yue was knocked directly to the ground, clutching his stomach. What crashed in was a strong sheep, it was Xuan Yi. The painful consequences of the last departure had been tormenting him, so this time he did not leave at all.

After secretly observing, he finally vaguely saw Zhang Yue's path.

Zhang Yue cared most about his daughter in his life, and he would give everything for his daughter. This was an obsession.

That evil Daoist wanted Zhang Yue to kill his daughter himself, and even devour her.

The consequences of this were enough to rank at the very top of all known obsessions of vengeful ghosts who refused to dissipate. It was impossible to reduce the vengeful ghost by resolving the obsession, or to make the vengeful ghost actively dissipate.

At the moment when the sorcery was finally lifted, Zhang Yue would undoubtedly completely collapse and become a madman.

There are two main categories of vengeful ghosts.

One is that they are unwilling and resentful in their hearts, and their obsession does not go away, so they stay as vengeful ghosts.

The other is that they were extremely fierce and mad when they were alive, and naturally they are also fierce after death.

This was to make Zhang Yue gather both, and then use evil Daoist methods to train him into a resentful ghost with monstrous resentment.

The path was as evil as it could be, and the place was as fierce as it could be.

When Zhang Yue climbed up again, his face had already undergone a mutation. White wool grew on his body, but scales seemed to be hidden under the wool. His teeth were sharp, and white hair also grew on his face, but his hands were still normal human hands.

Xuan Yi bit down and desperately pulled Zhang Xiaoyu, who was crying so hard that her eye sockets were swollen, outwards.

Zhang Yue roared and was about to pounce over.

Xuan Yi's heart turned cold.

A sword scabbard flew out of the hole just now, spinning and smashing into Zhang Yue's body, knocking him back a step. A black-clothed figure rushed in, still running. The Eight-Sided Han Sword in his hand had already flashed with streamer, and he directly and fiercely slashed down.

The white hair and scales that had emerged from Zhang Yue's body were forcibly split apart for the most part.

Wei Yuan hurried over without stopping, and attacked without even taking a breath. This move used too much force, and the Eight-Sided Han Sword in his palm was almost stuck and unable to move. A wisp of breeze seemed to sweep across his toes. He turned around in the air, raised his hand, and directly placed a talisman of peace and tranquility on Zhang Yue's brow. The yellow talisman directly burned into ashes, and the speed at which it took effect was many times faster than before.

Zhang Yue's eyes widened, and his consciousness cleared for a moment.

The scales that had emerged from his body instantly converged, but his eyes had completely turned red. He lowered his head and saw his daughter crying into a tearful person. Recalling the experience just now, he could no longer hold the knife in his hand, and it fell directly to the ground. He opened his mouth, but could not make a sound. He just shed tears and made a miserable and desperate cry, and ran out directly.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and swung his sword. When it struck Zhang Yue's back, it was still blocked by scales, and a string of sparks burst out. He raised his hand and drew his gun.

The magic power flowed rapidly in his right arm, briefly strengthening the strength of his arm muscles. Feathers appeared on the token at his waist, and a flash of green light flashed in his eyes.

The bullet left the chamber and accurately hit Zhang Yue's right leg this time.

Zhang Yue staggered and fell to the ground.

But after being bombarded by such a powerful firearm, he could still get up and move. Wei Yuan drew his sword to capture this man who had never revealed any anomalies, but suddenly heard a bleating sound. He did not know where many ghosts emerged from behind him, wearing ancient military uniforms. One side rushed towards Wei Yuan, and the other rushed towards Zhang Xiaoyu and the sheep.

There were many of them.

Wei Yuan had no choice but to turn around and retract his sword, and stroked the sword body with his left hand and fingers together.

At this moment, it was as if he heard a clear and high-pitched bird song in his ears, the mountain's brocade feather bird. The demon, which must be killed with armor-piercing bullets, had its lifelong obsession, anger, and the gathering of its demon power turned into that feather. Mobilizing it at this moment allowed a thin and rapidly flowing wind to cover the sword body.

A Breaking Evil and Executing Evil Talisman was thrown into the air and burned.

Wei Yuan held the sword in both hands and slashed out.

The wind quickly expanded when the blade was swung out.

Then, tearing the gale, roaring, galloping, and sweeping the entire villa with the power of the talisman. The dozens of ghosts, to say the least, were not yet formed, and all of them collapsed under this sword. The remaining few also fled in panic and collapsed. With a crack, a continuous and hideous sword mark directly appeared on the wall of the villa. Wei Yuan quickly cut off contact with the waist card, propped the long sword on the ground, and his face was faintly pale.

This move was the supernatural power that the fake Mountain Monarch had previously used to shatter everyone's firearms.

At present, he can use it in a limited way.

But the damage to magic power and meridians is also huge.

Wei Yuan turned his head and saw that Zhang Yue had disappeared in this short period of time. There were members of the action team who had followed him closely outside, but it was still unknown whether they could block the obviously mutated Zhang Yue. But the scales that had just been cut down were still there, and there was a Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman, so he could not escape. And this time, the Crouching Tiger Waist Token finally had feedback.

Wei Yuan grabbed the seasoning, and the waist token vibrated violently.

Lines of text flashed before his eyes.

‘Gluttonous Scale, Human Oil, Five Rampaging Soldiers and Horses Talisman Water…’

"Gluttonous Scale."

Wei Yuan felt absurd in his heart. When he saw a material behind, his face did not look good. He took a picture of the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman, looked around, looked at the sheep that was relieved, squatted down, and hesitated:

"Xuan Yi?"

Xuan Yi widened his eyes, nodded heavily, and then turned anxiously.

Wei Yuan comforted: "Don't worry, I will come with some people to find you."

"As for the old guy who is the chief culprit, it just so happens that after the Tiger Monarch incident, two experts came to Quanshi to suppress him."

"Now there are experts from the Tianshi Mansion who have been granted the Shangqing Three Caves Five Thunder Sutra and have gone to kill him."

Xuan Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately his thoughts condensed. He thought of the scene he saw with his own eyes, Zhang Yue talking to the air.

He stiffly raised his head to look at Wei Yuan, his eyes widened.

The culprit, the old guy?

He…

Can see him? !!