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The clanging sound of bullets hitting the ground struck the hearts of everyone present with precision.

They had heard of countless miracles here, but had never seen a real god.

On the contrary, the corpses with their heads blown open and lying on the ground were ignored by everyone, like roadside weeds.

"Are you... are you alright?" Adkan swallowed hard.

What's going on now? Should we say Tan Wenjie was lucky, or that he was skilled? It's obvious he made the wrong bet, but the person who fired the shot did indeed have their head blown off.

Tan Wenjie clapped his hands: "Everyone, those who want to escape can run now."

"what!"

Finally, someone realized what was happening and screamed as they ran outside.

But the vast majority of the remaining people stood there, stunned and motionless.

"What do you want to do?" Ade had a bad feeling.

The man addressed as "venerable one" approached Tan Wenjie with a kind smile: "You are..."

"Oh!"

His head exploded, and his body fell to the ground.

Tan Wenjie sneered: "An evil spirit, daring to hide in an ordinary person's body!"

Upon seeing the Venerable One killed, some of the previously steadfast believers immediately wavered and began to run away.

The remaining people looked at Tan Wenjie with burning desire in their eyes.

The one who died may not have been the Venerable One, but the invulnerable figure before us must be.

Upon hearing Tan Wenjie say that the group of people were possessed by evil spirits, Ade immediately shut his mouth, which he had intended to use to dissuade them. Only those who had personally experienced it would have unwavering faith in Tan Wenjie's judgment.

With a muffled thud, one corpse after another fell to the ground, until only three people remained standing alive.

"Are they all possessed by that thing?" Ad asked, still somewhat doubtful.

Watching these people being killed without moving, even closing their eyes and smiling as if in prayer, Ad did acknowledge that these people were abnormal, but they were not aggressive.

"of course not."

Tan Wenjie turned and walked out.

"You don't just kill demons and monsters, how come..."

"Who said that?" Tan Wenjie retorted.

This time it was Adriano's turn to remain silent.

The two remained peacefully together, and he almost forgot that the two men in front of him were notorious wanted criminals, occupying the top two spots on the wanted list.

Chen Guilin remained completely bewildered. He was just passing by, and the fact that the wanted criminal was invulnerable to weapons seemed beyond his capabilities.

Compared to him, my previous act of asking Guan Yu to cast the Holy Grail seemed rather ordinary.

"Let's go, it's time to make a name for ourselves." Tan Wenjie patted Chen Guilin on the shoulder.

Chen Guilin nodded, then suddenly asked, "Can you treat cancer?"

"you guess."

Shortly after the three men left, the island's residents, who had already heard the gunshots and alerted the authorities, finally mustered the courage to come in and check the situation.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground.

"Ah—! Kill, kill, kill—!"

……

The office where the anti-gravity research group is located.

The location is somewhat remote.

Chen Guilin, standing next to Tan Wenjie, frowned and gently fanned his nose with his hand.

There was a lingering musty smell in the air.

Ahead, a man with a cane was watching them with a smile on his face.

There was a woman standing next to him, whom I had seen before, who bore a striking resemblance to "Shan Cai".

The woman introduced him, saying, "This is Mr. Hashimoto, who is also the head of the anti-gravity research group."

"Hello, I am Yoshiharu Hashimoto." Hashimoto bowed in greeting.

"Ade," Ade introduced himself, then turned to look at Tan Wenjie and the other man.

The two are currently enjoying great popularity, but since they want to collaborate, it would be inappropriate not to introduce them.

“I know you,” Hashimoto said. “Mr. Tan and Mr. Chen, your names have already spread beyond Asia.”

A massacre that killed dozens of people is enough to shock the world.

Tam Man-kit remarked, "It's really not good news."

“But Mr. Chen seems to be more famous,” Hashimoto joked.

Tam Man Kit: "That's the best news I've heard recently."

Only Chen Guilin frowned.

He wants to make a name for himself, but that doesn't mean he's willing to steal credit from others.

It was only later, through television, that Chen Guilin learned that someone in that cult was actually his target. As for who it was... it didn't matter, the person was already dead.

"I've heard that Mr. Tan has a method to deal with ghosts?" Hashimoto got straight to the point.

Tan Wenjie looked up at the ceiling: "The weather is nice today."

"Haha, Mr. Tan is really joking."

Realizing he had asked too hastily, Hashimoto didn't continue, but instead gestured for him to come in.

Hashimoto introduced the research lab along the way.

He was very frank: "Although we are an anti-gravity research group, everything we actually study is related to ghosts. We rely on the Mengjie sponge to absorb energy and then achieve the anti-gravity effect."

"A very good application." Tan Wenjie nodded.

He had personally witnessed these people using Mengjie sponges to catch ghosts—a truly technological way to exorcise ghosts.

The group arrived outside a huge glass room.

Hashimoto introduced them: "This is A-Ren, and this is A-Mei."

The male and female members were not as calm as Hashimoto when they met Tan Wenjie and his companion; they were notorious wanted criminals.

Hashimoto pointed to the glass room, where there were two ghostly figures. One was a little boy holding an apple, and the other was pale as a ghost, the one that Tan Wenjie had beaten up.

They are clearly distinct and do not affect each other.

"You can really see it." Hashimoto had an expression that said, "I knew it."

The fact that he could see ghosts without using the Mengjie sponge spray gave him a strange feeling of contact with a special world.

"Can they help you study the Mengjie sponge?" Tan Wenjie asked.

“Of course, but they don’t care about each other at all, and they can’t have any impact on reality,” Hashimoto said with some regret. “Without being able to hear what they’re saying, it’s difficult to make any further progress in the research.”

Ah Ren, who was standing nearby, noticed that Tan Wenjie and his companion weren't as ruthless as the rumors suggested, and cautiously added, "We're planning to bring in a police officer who can read lips; maybe that can help us understand their story."

"Are you planning to make a movie or write a novel? What's the point of learning about their stories?" Tan Wenjie asked, puzzled.

"How can you know how ghosts appear if you don't understand them?"

"If you can talk to a chicken, can you tell which came first, the chicken or the egg?"

"..."

That makes sense and is irrefutable.

"You have a solution?" Hashimoto reacted quickly.

“That’s right, but I want all of Meng Jie’s research findings on sponges.” Tan Wenjie nodded.

In this highly information-driven age, it is difficult to completely hide oneself; exposure is already inevitable, and what awaits one next is only countless tests.

Magic power shouldn't be wasted, and the Mengjie Sponge can be of great help.

It can be used for enchanting, and it can also be used to catch ghosts.

"It would be a pleasure to work with you!" Hashimoto agreed without hesitation.

It's just research findings; there's no cost to simply copy it.

But as long as he can study everything in the direction he desires, he can discard this crippled body, successfully evolve into a perfect ghost, and even achieve immortality.

"Open the door," Tan Wenjie said. "But..."

Ah Ren wanted to stop him.

Since they discovered the two ghosts, many people have died "accidentally." Doctors can't find the specific cause, but the ghosts know exactly what happened.

If we hadn't isolated them, we would probably be dead already.

Hashimoto, standing to the side, shook his head: "Ren, open the door. I believe Mr. Tan has confidence."

"But... okay."

A small door unlocked, and Tan Wenjie stepped inside.

Sensing his arrival, the pale figure huddled in the corner, as if recalling some pain, obediently daring not to move.

Instead, the boy lightly leaped in front of Tan Wenjie, face to face with him, and strange threads quickly appeared, attempting to connect.

"Don't look into his eyes!" Ah Ren shouted.

But then Tan Wenjie reached out and grabbed the little boy by the back of the neck, slamming him to the ground in shock.

The boy's body shook violently, creating three or five more transparent versions of himself, which then quickly merged back into one.

This blow seemed to have knocked out his very soul.

The crowd outside the glass wall: "..."

Only Ah Tak had anticipated this. Although Tam Man Kit had been pretending to be weak and helpless, his acting was so exaggerated that he forced himself to believe it.

Looking at it now, it seems to fit the guess perfectly.

The boy's ghost got up and looked at Tan Wenjie with a face full of fear.

In a world without gods, ghosts have no natural enemies, or rather, sponges are their greatest natural enemies.

Invincible, therefore arrogant.

However, he has now encountered Tan Wenjie, who has even more capital to be arrogant.

"Attention!" Tan Wenjie looked at the pale figure in the corner. "And you! Come here!"

Two short figures stood obediently in a row.

The scene was so shocking that Hashimoto could only gasp for a moment, unable to speak due to the overwhelming impact.

I never imagined ghosts could be trained like this.

Tan Wenjie stepped out of the glass room: "Alright, now we can get them to cooperate with the research."

"What if they don't cooperate?" Ah Ren asked instinctively.

"Don't cooperate? Beat them to a pulp, then catch the others. This world has everything, but it's never short of ghosts."

In a world without gods and without reincarnation, even though the conditions for the birth of a ghost are very demanding, the number of ghosts that have existed in the world over these countless years must have reached an extremely terrifying number.

"Thank you so much!" Hashimoto bowed deeply, feeling one step closer to achieving his dream.

"Verbal thanks are unnecessary."

"What do you need?"

"Mengjie sponge".

He left the antigravity research group.

Ade had to take his leave because he still had work to do.

Tan Wenjie and Chen Guilin were left staring at each other.

"Are we really going to catch ghosts later?" Chen Guilin glanced at the Mengjie sponge in Tan Wenjie's hand.

The Rubik's Cube, suspended in the palm of your hand, seems to have no gravity at all.

"It should be said the other way around."

"in turn?"

Chen Guilin quickly understood what those words meant.

They didn't stay long inside the anti-gravity research group, but when they came out, the sky was already overcast, and the cars on the road had their headlights on.

Two figures staggered toward them.

"give it to you."

Tan Wenjie took a small spray bottle, sprayed it on the blade of a fire axe, and then tossed it to Chen Guilin.

Chen Guilin was still a little dazed when he instinctively caught the fire axe.

Where did you get the axe from? Why can you kill ghosts by spraying them with spray? And why do you have to do it yourself?

There are so many things to complain about, I don't even know where to begin.

But the two figures had already rushed in front of him, and Chen Guilin almost instinctively swung the axe in his hand.

With a single axe stroke, the head of the demon that rushed forward was easily chopped off. The remaining demon, clearly not expecting a ghost to die, paused in its charge, and Chen Guilin seized the opportunity to kick it forward.

But he missed.

He immediately adjusted his posture, changing his front kick into a forward lunge, followed by his back foot, and used the momentum to rotate his body.

The axe spun around with a "whoosh," sweeping away the remaining ghost.

As the demon staggered and tried to escape, Chen Guilin decisively threw his axe. The fire axe, accompanied by a whooshing sound, struck the demon on the back of the head, pinning it to the ground.

Walking up to the axe, Chen Guilin hooked it with his toe and picked it up.

Returning to Tan Wenjie's side, he asked, "Are they here to rescue those two inside?"

I've killed many people, but this is my first time killing a ghost, and it feels even better than I imagined.

"What is their relationship with those two brats inside?" Tan Wenjie pondered for a moment and said, "Their relationship is so close that even the execution of their entire family wouldn't be their turn."

"..."

That means it doesn't matter.

"They're probably after you. Didn't you wipe out a religion before?" Tan Wenjie comforted him. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

Without any qualms, he shifted the blame onto Chen Guilin.

Chen Guilin, who had already suspected this, nodded in agreement.

Since ghosts exist in this world, it's quite reasonable for some ghosts controlled by religions to come looking for revenge.

However, Chen Guilin still felt that something was not quite right. Based on his experience with Tan Wenjie during this period, the other party's sense of responsibility was extremely limited, like "a meeting of Wei Zhongxian"—he would never stand up for someone without a benefit.

"Thank you."

All I could say was thank you.

Guilinzi only wants to make a name for himself; he's good at murder and arson, but he's terrible with words.

"You're welcome. By the way, have you ever acted in a TV series?"

"I?"

"The Magician of Love".

"what is that?"

The two walked further and further away while chatting.

……

Recently, Guilin Boy's reputation has been growing, with some saying he's gone mad and indiscriminately kills people.

Some people even say that Guilin boys are invulnerable to swords and spears.

Even more bizarrely, some people believe that Guilinzi is a savior, claiming that he helped eliminate evil spirits in their homes.

dark night.

"Boom!"

Gunfire rang out.

The flickering flames from the gun barrels illuminated the street before quickly going out.

With extensive experience in killing, Chen Guilin lowered his baseball cap, casually pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the fingerprints off the gun, threw it away, and quickened his pace.

After rushing into the downtown area, he brushed past the police officers who rushed to the scene, remaining calm as if nothing had anything to do with him.

"My fame is growing." Chen Guilin glanced back, quite satisfied with his current life.

He is an exorcist who walks in the darkness, his job being to vanquish evil spirits. (End of Chapter)