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A car drives by outside the eerie hospital.

The driver turned the steering wheel all the way to the right, and the headlights swept across the street, revealing a face with a livid expression.

The driver was startled, but breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was indeed a person.

Then, enraged, he leaned out of the car window and yelled at the figure, "Are you looking for death?! What are you doing squatting in the middle of the road at night?!"

The person squatting in the middle of the road simply held up white and red envelopes and mechanically said, "Pick up money."

Finding money? Is there really such a good thing?

Yeah, do you want to come along?

"Of course..." The driver suddenly realized what kind of money it was, his face turned ugly, and he shut up, stepping on the gas and speeding past the man.

Encountering someone who's willing to risk their life is more terrifying than encountering a ghost.

Holding a thick wad of money and a note, Ade turned to Tan Wenjie by the roadside: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Get rich."

"what?"

"If someone doesn't even know to pick up money from the ground, they must have something wrong with their head."

Why didn't you pick it up?

“I’m too powerful, and I have her by my side. You know I’m cursed.” He pointed to the female ghost Chen Xinhui beside him. “Those ghosts will treat me as one of their own and may not want to get close to me.”

Ade nodded, then suddenly realized: "Damn, you mean the ghost might come and get me?"

He thought the other party was just a ghost hunter who wasn't very bright, which was why he did such an incomprehensible thing. He never expected that the other party was planning to use him as bait.

Tan Wenjie shook his head.

Seeing this, Ade breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness."

“It’s not a possibility,” Tan Wenjie said, pointing to the distance. “They’ve already arrived.”

Ade turned his head. He had been cursed by the female ghost Chen Xinhui for many years, and his body had an almost physiological response to those evil things.

Ahead was a staggering baby running, its umbilical cord still attached to its belly, its origins self-evident.

It made eerie, babyish cries.

Behind them was a staggering old man with a face as white as paper.

After that, the deaths became increasingly bizarre and outlandish.

What they had in common was that most of them wore hospital gowns or funeral clothes.

Ade whispered, "You're going to get me killed!"

"No need to run away, they can't settle accounts, you won't lose out, and you'll soon see them fighting like dogs."

"You think you can buy my life for tens of thousands of yuan? I'm already losing out big time!"

When Ade ran a distance and then stopped, he found that Tan Wenjie was still standing in the same spot, and the female ghost Chen Xinhui next to him was screaming "Ah ah" as if she was in great pain.

"Click," "Click!"
His body twisted and deformed, his two hands gripping his chest, his ten fingers digging into his chest, forcibly pulling apart his ribs with teeth-grinding sounds like "ripping" and "crackling".

Black energy surged from his chest cavity.

Upon landing, it transforms into a tiny, compact figure.

It was 'Goddess of War' Zheng Lin'en. She turned her head to look around, somewhat bewildered.

Tan Wenjie shouted, "Oh no! A ghost is trying to kill us!"

Ade: "..."

This scene seemed familiar. He couldn't understand why Tan Wenjie, who was very strong, was unwilling to make a move. Was it like rich people, who became stingier the richer they were?
When Zheng Lin'en saw the overwhelming number of more than twenty ghosts, her expression became excited.

With a clang, the two swords were drawn.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. Are you only capable of bullying innocent people?"

She strode forward, her body spinning like a top, her short skirt resembling a rapidly rotating umbrella, while the sword light resembled splashes of water from a spinning umbrella during a downpour.

The sword flashed sharply, slicing through the first demon, then continued its relentless attack, taking down the second and third...

Tan Wenjie, standing at the back, watched quietly as Zheng Lin'en dominated the battlefield.

First of all, there are no gods in this world, so there is no power of gods. However, magical power is needed to activate magical treasures.

However, Jung Lin-eun was able to successfully use the magic weapon.

She holds the core of power in this world.

"Clang!"

The ghost claw and the sword collided and bounced away from each other.

Zheng Lin'en took two or three steps back, while the twisted ghost only hopped back one step.

"Do you have any other way to help?" Ade asked as he walked to Tan Wenjie's side. "Zheng Lin'en seems to be unable to hold on."

"No."

"I do not believe."

As he spoke, Ade leaned closer to Tan Wenjie's backside, as if he were looking for something.

After being punched in the head, Ade stopped and covered his head.

In just a short while, Zheng Lin'en had been forced to retreat under the onslaught of the fierce ghosts. Just as she was about to get close to Tan Wenjie and the others, a girl in a red dress suddenly darted out, pulling on strands of silk to connect with the fierce ghosts.

The demon paused, and Zheng Lin'en seized the opportunity to sever its head with a single sword strike.

The remaining ghosts that had been trying to surround and attack scattered at the sight.

Zheng Lin'en turned around: "Yawn, so sleepy."

The reason she hasn't disappeared is because she's still trapped in the ghost bridge of the female ghost Chen Xinhui.

Its body transformed into a viscous black light and entered Chen Xinhui's chest.

The girl in the red dress obediently came to Tan Wenjie's side, then automatically sank and disappeared into his shadow.

The scene was calm.

Passersby looked at the two with suspicion and uncertainty.

The scenes of the demon-slaying just now were invisible to ordinary passersby, but they did see Ade running, jumping, and shouting, which was very abnormal.

Some people have even taken out their phones to secretly take pictures.

"What exactly are you trying to investigate?" Ade asked, still shaken.

"Find traces of those things."

"ghost?"

"Something hidden deep within the ghosts."

Ade wanted to complain helplessly: "Do you think this is a movie? Why do you talk in such a strange way and always act like a riddle-maker?"

"In short, your continued research is all for the sake of saving this... world abandoned by the gods."

As he spoke, Tan Wenjie reached out and took the wad of cash from Ade's hand, then turned and waved goodbye as if to leave.

"A world abandoned by the gods...?" Ade looked down at the stack of papers in his hand.

Wait, where's the money?
He looked up and around again, and found that the ghostly figures that had just fled were actually planning to approach. He waved the note in his hand and quickened his pace to leave.

Small hotel.

No identification is required for check-in.

Tan Wenjie stood like an iron tower blocking the doorway, coldly watching the woman in stockings.

"Brother, are you sure you don't need me? It's very comfortable."

"Get out of here right now, or I'll knock your other front tooth out too!"

"Humph, what's so great about that!"

The woman turned and left angrily.

He turned and went back to his room, closed the door, locked it, and then dialed the number on the card. Before the other end could speak, he started cursing: "Gan Lin's mother, how dare this kind of trash show her face?!"

Annoyed, Tan Wenjie hung up the phone and turned to sit back on the bed.

He even turned the TV volume up to the maximum to avoid attracting attention.

The television happened to be broadcasting social news.

"Michael's Dance?" Tan Wenjie paused, looking at the familiar face that appeared on the screen.

Chen Guilin, the most vicious murderer currently wanted by the police, once arrogantly broke into a gang leader's territory, blew him up with a grenade, and then went to the gang leader's funeral to cause a scene before leaving in style.

After lying low for a period of time, he reappeared and eliminated the Hong Konger who had been hiding his whereabouts.

In the wanted criminal rankings, the other party had always been ahead of Tam Man-kit. Previously, Guilin Boy was third and Tam Man-kit was fourth, but after Hong Kong Boy was taken down, Guilin Boy ranked second, and Tam Man-kit also benefited from this and entered the top three. "He's a ruthless guy."

The hotel room phone rang.

Tan Wenjie picked up the phone and roared, "Are you done yet? If you introduce Lao Cong again, Lin Bei will shove the heel of his shoe up your ass!"

He slammed the phone down.

But the phone rang again.

"Hey?"

"The police are here," came the receptionist's voice over the phone.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

"Open the door, room check."

Tan Wenjie arrived at the door, glanced through the peephole to make sure there were only two policemen outside, and then pressed the doorknob.

The other person didn't even glance at Tan Wenjie after entering the room; they just glanced around his room.

After confirming that there were no disheveled women, he casually asked, "Do you have any identification?"

The television was broadcasting a wanted notice for Chen Guilin, which drew a few curses from the police.

"Yes." Tan Wenjie turned around and pretended to look for his identification.

At the same time, he beckoned with his finger, and a loud shout came from outside.

"It's Chen Guilin!"

"What!" Upon hearing this, the two policemen at the door exchanged a glance and immediately rushed out.

Tan Wenjie stood at the door and called out to the two men's backs, "Officer, are you going to look at my ID or not?"

"Look at you!"

"Another waste." Tan Wenjie looked at his magic power, which had decreased slightly.

The world's danger rating is still increasing.

"Don't run."

The shouts came from outside the window. Tan Wenjie looked out of the second-floor window and saw a man in a baseball cap look up at him, then run away.

Just a dozen seconds ago, a figure wearing a baseball cap happened to be passing by downstairs when he suddenly heard someone shout at the intersection ahead: "It's Chen Guilin!"

He was startled.

Then two policemen appeared out of nowhere.

"By North!"

He simply couldn't understand how he had been exposed.

Following his instincts, he looked up and his eyes met those of a head peeking out from the second floor.

"It's him!" he thought, puzzled.

I have absolutely no connection with the other party, so why would they report me?

But then he realized that the other party was ranked below him. Since he wanted to learn from Zhou Chu and eliminate the three evils by killing the first two to make a name for himself, it was understandable that the person ranked below him thought the same way.

"Don't run!" came the shout of a policeman from behind.

He had to speed up his escape.

With his extraordinary endurance, he successfully shook off his pursuers, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he decided to go back and kill them.

We arrived at the hotel we had visited before.

"I'm here to find that man." He clenched his right fist, ready to resort to violence if the other party didn't speak. Of course, he would say thank you afterward; politeness was essential.

The receptionist looked Chen Guilin up and down, then clicked her tongue and muttered, "No wonder, so you like this type. The rightmost room on the second floor is it."

"Thank you."

He went up to the second floor, and after arriving at the rightmost room, he gently knocked on the door.

"Knock knock."

"Ganlin's mother, Lin Bei said, don't come again." The voice was fiery and angry, then turned to a helpless tone and said, "I'll give you 500 yuan. At your age, don't be so enthusiastic about your work, okay? I really don't know if you're out here to have fun or if you don't want to eat handouts. Give the job opportunities to 18-year-old beauties, otherwise how will society develop?"

"..."

The money was slipped under the door.

"I am Chen Guilin," the man in the baseball cap had no choice but to introduce himself.

"Click."

The door opens.

Tan Wenjie said, "You should have told me your identity earlier. Come in, please."

He stepped aside to make way for Chen Guilin and invited him into the room. His easygoing attitude made Chen Guilin feel a little flustered.

"What... are you doing here?" Chen Guilin didn't know how to start the conversation.

Tan Wenjie bent down to pick up the money, then casually closed the door and said, "I'm a wanted criminal, so of course I'll stay in a small hotel like this where my identity won't be exposed. Thanks to you, I've become the third one."

"We'll be second soon," Chen Guilin said with a confident smile.

"Kill that guy again..." Tan Wenjie didn't care, he couldn't remember who the number one wanted criminal was at all. He asked, "Is that all you plan to do?"

Chen Guilin glanced at the few small cards on the table: "It's better than you. I want to make a name for myself."

He was certain that the other person was different from him.

Tan Wenjie, however, questioned: "What's so special about making a name for yourself by killing a few wanted criminals?"

"I threw the Holy Grail in front of Guan Yu, and it came back nine times!" Chen Guilin said proudly. "I made the right choice in choosing this path... Otherwise, what do you think constitutes true fame and fortune?"

"To be a savior, and ultimately sacrifice yourself." Tan Wenjie described that kind of future lightly. "Imagine, you appear when all of humanity is in danger, and you die at the cost of your own life to bring peace."

"Why would you come to me when you could do something so good yourself?" Chen Guilin didn't believe it.

Tan Wenjie paused for a moment, speechless, before saying, "I don't want to die."

"So that's it."

That made it convincing, and Chen Guilin believed it.

It seems that no one except myself thinks life and death are insignificant.

"What's your plan?"

"a lot of."

Tan Wenjie's smartphone suddenly rang.

He casually explained to Chen Guilin that Chen was "my friend," and then answered the phone.

"Hello? Ade?"

Ade's voice came through: "Our unit has an interview assignment about an anti-gravity research group."

"Location."

"Hey, I haven't told you what's going on yet," Ade couldn't help but complain.

"If there were no ghosts, you definitely wouldn't be looking for me."

“That’s right. That research team has actually been hiring people to investigate haunted areas, which contradicts the research data they submitted,” Ade said. “Just a few days ago, one of the people who was in charge of taking photos of paranormal phenomena for money died, and his death was very mysterious.”

"It's definitely related to ghosts," Tan Wenjie said confidently. "We'll meet tomorrow."

Ade said helplessly, "I haven't figured out what reason to use to contact them yet."

"That's your responsibility."

Tan Wenjie hung up the phone and then looked at Chen Guilin.

"Wait a minute," Chen Guilin asked, "You're talking about saving the world, is that related to ghosts?"

Although he worshipped Guan Yu and threw the Holy Grail, it doesn't mean he believed in the existence of ghosts.

Tan Wenjie turned around, opened the door, and walked out: "You sleep here, I'll go get another room."

Just as the door was about to close, it suddenly opened again.

A card flew over and landed precisely in Chen Guilin's hand.

"If you're bored, you can contact the hot bikini grandma above."

"..." (End of this chapter)