Aoba Office

I didn't look at the man's body, nor did I pay attention to the unusual behavior of the SWAT police around me.

I just looked at my hand, feeling the cold touch of the chain still on my fingertips, and felt a sense of disgust in my heart.

I exhaled, trying to erase the memory of the courier ghost and the costume ghost.

I have obviously changed the world and restored it, but what I am doing has not changed.

I'm clearing ghosts. Not ghosts under the ghost king, but ghosts controlled by spirits. There is only this little difference.

I even saw spiritual chains on the SWAT police around me.

"We didn't want to be born, but you created us and created all this."

The chains of the spirit are too similar to the chains of the Ghost King. It's just that the rules of the spirit are more vague than the ghost king, like a subtle influence rather than a hard and fast rule.

I am now witnessing this impact unfold and evolve.

It was like seeing how the future world that I hated was taking shape bit by bit.

And I can't do anything.

I took another deep breath and stopped looking at the chains.

Let’s settle the matter here first, and then think about these things.

What Chen Yihan and Ye Qing said are right. Don't be affected by your emotions, don't be affected by your strength. Now……

I suddenly raised my head and looked at the ceiling.

Several special police officers also raised their heads and pointed their guns at the ceiling.

Kick, kick, kick...

The sound of running came from the ceiling, the sound of children running. The sound was deep but short, and it went from left to right in a flash.

I saw the yin energy of the child who belonged.

"There are no ghosts in this building. Go upstairs." I said to Chen Yihan.

Those special police officers wore masks, but I still felt their gazes on me were a little bit piercing.

I had expected this, and the reality was much better than I expected. After all, they are well-trained people, not ordinary people. Chen Yihan should have explained something to them before.

Chen Yihan nodded, "Your abilities seem to have changed a bit."

"Yes. I can use Nangong Yao's ability." I said calmly.

Chen Yihan paused.

I glanced back at him.

Chen Yihan's subtle expression flashed away.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head, "You can slow down a little bit when you do it later. I need to train people."

I was startled and looked at the SWAT police around me with some hesitation.

"Mr. Lin, do you have any questions?" One of the special police officers stood up and asked directly.

"You should have seen it too. Those are ghosts and cannot be inferred using common sense. Your weapons should be useless against them." I said frankly.

Things like firearms are very lethal to ordinary people, but they have almost no effect on ghosts.

I believe that if they are well prepared, these special police officers will be able to escape unscathed when faced with some little devils. The kid can't do anything to them, but they can't do anything to the kid either.

"Isn't their power derived from fear?" Chen Yihan asked.

The power of ghosts does come from fear.

"You want..." I had some guesses, but I thought Chen Yihan's idea was fanciful. As long as those brats know that guns can't hurt them, they can't be afraid or affected.

"I wasn't planning to do this originally. But your ability has changed, so you can give it a try." Chen Yihan said.

This is to use me as a safety catch.

Although I wasn't optimistic about it, I still agreed.

As I walked towards the stairwell, I couldn't help but ask: "Where are those people from the expert library?"

Chen Yihan lowered his eyelids, "Those people are unreliable."

My heart skipped a beat as I remembered Wu Ling's description of the supernatural circle.

The unreliability that Chen Yihan refers to is obviously not unreliability in terms of ability, but unreliability in another aspect.

"Do they want that kind of world?" My voice rose uncontrollably.

"Of course." Chen Yihan answered quickly, and it was still a very affirmative answer.

I felt angry and chilled, but I also felt powerless.

If you think about it carefully, for people in the supernatural world and those with abilities, a world where ghosts are rampant and death may occur at any time is a world that is in their interests. Maximize the effectiveness of abilities, and if the type of abilities is suitable, you can become a being similar to the Ghost King.

It's like being a heavenly master in the future world, controlling a place like the ghost king, becoming the earth emperor, deciding life and death.

This is probably the dream of many people.

Even if they don't go that far, a world where ghosts dominate and are made public will make it easier for them to make money. They no longer need to use their abilities secretly, or do business hidden in the public eye.

This is indeed a good thing for them.

Christina has already shown a "miracle". If there is another big riot, more people will definitely jump out and tell the world the "truth." By the time……

My mind flashed to the world I had just changed.

This is really big trouble.

If the Ghost King were to add fuel to the flames, I would be wasting my time on such meaningless things and be exhausted. It would be impossible for me to accumulate more power and turn the whole world around at once.

"Don't think so much now, just solve the current trouble." Chen Yihan reminded.

I exhaled, suppressed those messy thoughts, and calmed myself down.

Our team has changed positions, and the special police are in front, advancing in an orderly manner according to their daily training. Chen Yihan and I followed behind. I raised my hand slightly, ready to erase the kid hiding on this floor at any time.

The special police in front moved quickly and neatly, with a sense of beauty.

They moved along the corridors, checking wards and nurses' stations and duty rooms, almost silently.

They inched closer to the room.

With a bang, the door to the room was opened, and the two people rushed in first, checking the room and under the bed.

They did not find ghosts in those conspicuous places, and opened the toilet door and closet door in the room step by step.

"Ah -" a scream came from the closet.

The figure of a little boy was revealed.

Several guns were immediately pointed at his body.

He trembled and raised a small face full of tears.

"Dad...Mom..." The child called his parents, tears streaming down his face.

The special police took action.

"Kid, you come out first," the SWAT captain said.

The boy wiped his tears and seemed not to have heard the words.

The SWAT captain glanced at the team members next to him, put down his gun, walked up to the boy, and stretched out his hand to him.

His hand grasped the boy's arm.

The boy put down his hand and suddenly grabbed the SWAT captain's arm with his backhand, and the crying expression disappeared from his face.

With a whoosh, the tall adult was dragged into the narrow closet compartment, and the closet door slammed shut.