American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"Where's the ghost? Where did she go?"

Coulson looked left and right, not seeing the female ghost, his tone hurried.

Grant Ward drew his pistol, slowly turning as he cautiously watched for the female ghost that might suddenly appear.

"Over here, catch."

Casually tossing the cling-filmed ball sealing the female ghost to Coulson, Li Ang stretched languidly, deciding to proceed to the next step.

"Ah? This is that female ghost?!"

Frantically catching the cling-filmed ball, Coulson asked in surprise.

"Otherwise what?"

"That... what I mean is, is this cling film sturdy? Is it too soft?" Looking at the cling-filmed ball in his hand, Coulson couldn't see how it could be reliable.

Although Grant Ward didn't speak, he was also quite doubtful.

"Rest assured, she can't get out when covered by cling film."

Seeing Li Ang's guarantee, Coulson temporarily chose to believe him, even with a million doubts in his mind.

After all, he was the professional ghost exorcist.

A smile appeared on his face as he felt he could finally rest. He was about to say some polite words of thanks when he suddenly saw Li Ang standing in the elevator, beckoning to them.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and come in, there's still one waiting for us on the roof!"

Coulson: "......"

Grant Ward: "......"

【Emotional value from Phil Coulson +783】

【Emotional value from Grant Ward +781】

No other reason... scared!

Dealing with one ghost was already difficult enough, and now there's another one?!

"Don't look at me with that 'your-mother-died' expression~ The one upstairs is a bit different!"

Blocking the elevator door from closing, Li Ang urged everyone to come in quickly.

Seeing them dawdling in, Li Ang didn't waste words and raised his hand to press the 14th floor.

The elevator moved quickly, and after the group came out of the elevator on the 14th floor, they walked to the hotel's rooftop.

Step.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, stepping forward like the Four Great Talents, but the next moment, they collectively retreated a step, shuddering.

It was so cold here as if it was about to frost over, clearly abnormal.

"Ah-choo... it's so cold here!"

Sneezing and sniffing, Da Vinci shivered, hugging his chest with both hands, regretting leaving his white coat in the room.

"It's Yin energy, the Yin energy here is very heavy."

Holding the flowers, Li Ang professionally scanned the rooftop.

The rooftop was unobstructed, except for a tall water tower and a few old newspapers piled against the wall.

Coulson's eyes twitched slightly as he subconsciously looked at the pot of lilies in Li Ang's hand. The lily possessed a magical power that had left a deep impression on him in previous experiences.

Sure enough... the lily began to move.

Holding the lily, Li Ang followed the direction it indicated and went straight up to the top of the water tower.

He opened the lid of the water tower, sniffed with his nose, as if he smelled something, immediately leaned over and shone a flashlight inside. Suddenly, his movements froze, and he pulled his head back, shouting.

"I found her, she's in here!"

Upon hearing this, everyone scrambled up, using both hands and feet. They looked along the light and met a pair of soulless pupils.

"Holy crap, it's a ghost!!"

Da Vinci was startled and grabbed the back pocket of Coulson's pants, falling down.

Sss — —

His lower body suddenly felt a chill, Coulson's eyes stiffened, and he slowly reached behind to touch it......

Crap, they're open-crotch pants now!!

A hole the size of a head was torn in the back of his suit pants, exposing his colorful underwear.

Coulson: "......"

He silently came down from the water tower, his chest rising and falling, staring at Da Vinci with unusual anger.

Holding the torn pants in his hand, Da Vinci smiled sheepishly, took out a roll of pink tape from his pocket, and suggested.

"Coulson, don't be angry, I'll tape it up for you now."

Tch... is that a matter of being angry or not?

He felt that not only his pants but also his soul had been insulted!

But Da Vinci was indeed an inventor, and he acted extremely quickly. With a few swift movements, before Coulson could react, he taped up his torn pants with pink tape, and even kindly taped out a smiling face symbol.

( ￣ ︶ ￣ ).

Grant glanced back and almost fell off the water tower from laughing.

Li Ang was professional enough. He came down from above, put down the flower pot, and took out a hemp rope from the wooden box.

Then he handed one end of the hemp rope to Grant to hold, and he jumped into the water tower with a plop. After tying up the body with the rope, he instructed Grant to pull it up.

The two worked together, and with a "heave-ho" sound, they placed the body on the ground. Coulson no longer dwelled on the matter of his pants and looked at the face of the deceased.

"This is... that missing girl."

"Yes, that's right. Not only that, but her body is also entangled with a thick layer of resentment, we must find a way to resolve it......"

Li Ang dug out a box of milk from the wooden box, and without saying a word, sprinkled it around the corpse.

While operating, he explained: "Because chocolate containing milk is too lethal to ghosts, we sprinkle a circle around her to weaken the power, so we can purify the resentment on her body!"

Alright, whatever you say, you have milk, you have the truth!

Coulson shook his head, not seeing any resentment, but noticed that the date on the milk carton was a bit off, and whispered a reminder.

"Mr. Li... the milk carton in your hand seems to be expired."

His hand stiffened, Li Ang glanced at him, silently took a sip of the milk, and spat it out with "呸 呸 呸" sounds.

"Oh no, although expired milk is still milk, its purification effect is completely inferior to that of milk within its shelf life!"

Ah... this... is there really such a thing?

Coulson was shocked and glanced at the four Chinese characters "Yi Li Milk" on the milk carton, asking worriedly.

"Mr. Li, does this milk have to be produced in Eastern Country?"

"That's not necessary, I'm just used to domestic products and not used to foreign goods."

Casually replying, Li Ang trotted all the way to bring over his wooden box and then rummaged through it in a chaotic manner.

Coulson's eyes twitched, only seeing axes, chainsaws, watermelon knives, hand grenades, explosives, and other various lethal weapons scattered all over the ground. He was really curious, how could that wooden box, which didn't seem to have much space, hold so many items?

Ignoring him, Li Ang rummaged for a while and finally pulled out 2 large 1-liter boxes of expired milk from inside.

"A box of milk is 250 milliliters, 1 liter of milk equals 4 boxes, now I have 2 large boxes, let's just make do and add some water to mix it into 10 boxes, that should be enough!"

So, he asked Coulson and Grant to fetch water, estimating the amount and mixing it, and then sprinkled a circle around the corpse. Before long, a transparent soul emerged from the corpse.

"As the saying goes, humans and ghosts are different, don't linger in the mortal world, someone will help you redress your grievances......"

Pointing to Coulson and the others beside him, Li Ang advised her.

Coulson looked solemn, took out his FBI badge from his pocket and showed it to her. The girl was relieved when she saw it.

She bowed to everyone to thank them and gradually disappeared.

"Huh? It's not cold here anymore."

Da Vinci said happily, putting down his hands.

"The Yin energy here has dissipated, and the resentment has also disappeared, so naturally it won't be cold."

Li Ang explained, collecting the scattered items on the ground.

Coulson was thanked by the victim's soul for the first time, looking at the stars in the sky, experiencing this incredible feeling.

Grant called into the microphone a few times, ordering a SHIELD logistics team to go to the second floor to clean up the battlefield.

Ring ring ring......

The phone rang, Coulson answered the phone and put it to his ear. The next moment, his face changed drastically.