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After wiping the blood off his face, Chen Guilin returned to a private residence.

Pushing open the door, I saw Tan Wenjie sitting in front of the TV playing video games.

The screen occasionally played sounds like "Ah, do it" and "Haoyou, do it".

Chen Guilin: "Playing video games again."

He opened the refrigerator, took out a can of beer, took a big gulp, and then exhaled with a "ha~" of relief, ignoring even the pain from the bleeding wound on his waist and abdomen.

"How many did you kill?" Tan Wenjie asked without turning his head.

"Three of them, it seems like they can't kill them all."

Chen Guilin was immersed in the exhilaration of fame and fortune. Killing was his forte, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that as the number of evil spirits he killed increased, his cancer did not worsen.

This made him even more convinced that what he was doing was the right thing to do.

"Depend on!"

Tan Wenjie angrily threw the controller.

A person with exceptional skill, whose reaction speed is fast enough to dodge bullets, keeps losing at video games.

As if knowing what Chen Guilin was thinking, Tan Wenjie said, "I did this to experience the life of an ordinary person. Winning all the time can be boring."

Chen Guilin added sarcastically, "If we're not wanted by the police again."

“This proves that we are righteous people.” Tan Wenjie stood up. “Hashimoto has made new progress in his research, and it’s time for us to take the next step.”

"Next step?"

Although he inexplicably joined this battle between humans and ghosts, it doesn't mean that Chen Guilin understood the overall plan. He only had short-term goals and only killed specific individual units.

"What do you think we should do next?" Tan Wenjie suddenly turned to look at Chen Guilin.

"Me?" Chen Guilin was quite surprised.

He's only good at killing; tasks like planning are outside the scope of his brain.

"Yes, we can speak freely here."

"Since you say this war has a wide scope, we should find their leader and take him out."

“That makes sense.” Tan Wenjie nodded, then asked in return, “What if they didn’t have a leader, but were like those religious believers you killed before, only acting according to certain ideas? No matter how many times you kill them, they will always float around like polluted air.”

"Uh……"

Chen Guilin said it was beyond the scope of the curriculum.

"Completely destroy those beliefs?"

After he finished speaking, he noticed that Tan Wenjie was looking at him with a calm gaze.

"What do you suggest we do?" Chen Guilin asked immediately.

"Of course we'll kill them. We'll kill as many as they come. We'll prepare pills and keep killing until the end, and then we'll make a name for ourselves."

"So simple?"

Now Chen Guilin is beginning to wonder whether his brain is simpler than Tan Wenjie's.

"It's that simple."

One of the main characters in this world is clearly Chen Guilin, followed by the members of the anti-gravity research team.

All prior preparations are no match for the protection of Heaven. It's just that in this world, the Abyss reigns supreme, and even the protagonist has to flee in a sorry state.

Tan Wenjie wants to get his hands on the more advanced Mengjie sponge first.

When no ghosts were willing to cooperate, Hashimoto's sponge-like structure played a significant role, and after Tan Wenjie fed it with ghosts almost endlessly, the research progressed by leaps and bounds.

Not only did Tan Wenjie have a need, but Hashimoto also had his own ulterior motives. Therefore, their cooperation remained within the scope of mutual awareness and did not go any further. As a result, almost no one knows that Tan Wenjie was also involved in this experiment.

When they arrived at the antigravity research team's experimental office, the atmosphere was quiet and eerie.

Upon arriving at the glass room, the two ghostly figures had vanished without a trace.

"Something's happened." Chen Guilin instinctively reached for his waist, ready to draw his gun at any moment.

“They took it out themselves.” Tan Wenjie pointed to the intact door.

No one can activate it on their own; two kids alone can't do it.

The two continued their search, but around the corner they found two female corpses, who were female members of the anti-gravity research team.

Tan Wenjie counted on his fingers and then suddenly raised his hand.

"What did you calculate?" Chen Guilin asked immediately.

He is now somewhat blindly inclined to believe in Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie pointed his finger diagonally upwards, and Chen Guilin subconsciously looked in the direction he was pointing.

"Check the surveillance footage."

"..."

"Technology is very convenient. Don't always rely on magic. Magic power is less and less once it's used up."

"..."

That being said, Chen Guilin really wanted to complain about the way he made those finger gestures; it was even more charlatan-like than a charlatan himself.

The two found the control room. In order to monitor the kid in the glass room, Hashimoto specially installed multiple cameras. The entire experimental office was under surveillance, with almost no privacy.

By reviewing the surveillance footage, they quickly located Hashimoto. Just last night, he led his team members to the glass room, gave a passionate speech, and then opened the door.

The image blurred for a moment.

Because ordinary cameras have difficulty capturing the figure of ghosts, the entire surveillance video looks very strange, as if a group of people are talking to thin air, gesturing wildly, and then falling to the ground with incredulous expressions on their faces.

The first one to fall was "Shan Cai", followed by another.

Ah Ren ran to the bathroom, but soon collapsed and couldn't get up either.

Hashimoto, carrying the sponge, strode away from the lab office.

After the surveillance footage finished playing, Tan Wenjie nodded with a grave expression: "Just as I suspected!"

"What?" Chen Guilin asked almost instinctively.

He was eager to know what secret Tan Wenjie had discovered. Judging from the video alone, it seemed that Hashimoto wanted to go back on his word, steal the two ghosts, kill his colleague, and then leave.

Tan Wenjie said, "Sure enough, the resolution deteriorates at crucial moments."

Chen Guilin: "..."

"That's a staple of horror movies," Tan Wenjie remarked.

This scene truly gave him a sense of peace and security, like coming home.

Such a crude method is far more gentle than moving mountains and filling seas.

The two went to the bathroom, opened the door, and sure enough, they saw Ah Ren's body. The body had its eyes wide open and its face was deathly pale.

“He succeeded.” Tan Wenjie suddenly raised his hand.

Chen Guilin subconsciously looked in the direction he was pointing, but found nothing there.

He asked, "What succeeded?"

"Hashimoto wants to break free from the constraints of his body and obtain a perfect, immortal form." Tan Wenjie finished speaking and looked at Chen Guilin with a puzzled expression, "What are you looking at?"

"I see where you're pointing."

"I figured it out by counting on my fingers."

"..."

Shortly after the two left.

Above the experimental office where the anti-gravity research team is located.

An armed helicopter hovered overhead.

The rapidly spinning wings fanned out gusts of wind downwards, kicking up clouds of dust.

The trash can at the alley entrance was overturned by the strong wind, and several stray cats poked their heads out from it, meowing as they quickly ran away.

The helicopter landed quickly, and a group of fully armed special forces soldiers jumped out. They were experienced and quickly stormed into the base with their guns at the ready.

"Oh!"

The lead soldier kicked open the laboratory door and quickly rushed inside. But the entire office was eerily quiet.

They searched all the way and soon arrived at the outside of a specially made glass room.

After the soldiers exchanged hand signals, they went their separate ways.

After a thorough search, the special forces soldiers regrouped.

"Three bodies have been found."

They were speaking English.

"Mission failed, evacuate!"

The entire process, from intrusion to withdrawal, took no more than ten minutes. However, as they prepared to leave, they were completely unaware that two figures were calmly watching them.

As the man walked forward, the cold air intensified.

Another woman picked up the remote control from the table, but perhaps she was too weak, and the remote control fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Snap—!" *N
The special forces soldiers, who were just about to evacuate, turned around almost instantly, pointing their guns at the source of the sound, but all they could see was silence.

The only sounds were the whooshing of the air conditioning and the remote control gently swaying on the floor.

Suddenly, a pale face was reflected in the lenses of the special combat glasses worn by the special forces soldier at the rear. He stared straight at the lenses, trying to see the eyes hidden behind them.

As they drew closer, the pale face grew larger and larger.

Strange threads connect them.

"Boom!"

The special forces soldier fell to the ground.

"alert!"

Another soldier immediately stepped forward to check, taking off his gloves and probing the fallen soldier's neck.

"Damn it, he's dead."

The atmosphere became heavy.

No one knew what they were facing, and the laboratory was drafty, making it impossible for anyone to release colorless and odorless poison gas.

They were well aware that they might be facing a terrifying enemy far beyond common sense.

"Boom!"

Another person fell to the ground.

One after another, people fell to the ground with a thud, until finally no one was left standing.

Outside, the helicopter was still waiting, but the pilot was slow to see his teammates appear.

He tried calling out to make contact, but received no response.

"Fuck, what exactly happened to them?"

It's no wonder the helicopter pilots were nervous. These special forces soldiers, who are among the best in the world, could kidnap a country's head of state in no more than two hours. Yet, when they attacked a civilian research base, they were wiped out without firing a single shot.

The fear brought by the unknown swept over my whole body.

He knew it was time for him to leave, and he was also preparing to send out the information and intelligence from here. But the next moment, his pupils dilated, his head slumped to the side, and he stopped breathing.

The news of a helicopter landing inexplicably quickly attracted the attention of the local police. When they arrived, they found the bodies on the helicopter, as well as the bodies of special forces soldiers lying all over the research room, and three other bodies, one man and two women.

The problem was too serious, so the police immediately reported it to their superiors. However, by the time they received a response, the matter had already been handled by someone else, and there was no further follow-up.

It wasn't even mentioned online, as if it had never happened.

Signal station.

The car stops.

Tan Wenjie and Chen Guilin got out of the car.

The two hadn't gone far when they found Hashimoto's body on a small mound. It was a fatal wound from a knife through his throat, and blood had completely soaked his chest, making it look as if he were wearing a red shirt.

A familiar figure sat beside the corpse; it was Hashimoto's ghost.

He still looks the same as he did when he was alive, but he is no longer troubled by illness.

"Tan-kun, I succeeded." Hashimoto seemed to have predicted Tan Wenjie's arrival. "I have achieved immortality, possess immense power, and achieved true perfection!"

He became increasingly excited.

"I have mastered how to successfully transform myself into a ghost without those awful side effects, without falling into the agony of death, and with superhuman strength, able to freely control the power of these threads to create physical effects on the real world."

Strands of eerie silk appeared in Hashimoto's palm.

The threads rushed toward Tan Wenjie, trying to connect with him, but were held back by a powerful repulsive force by half a meter, unable to get any closer.

"Where is my information?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"They're all on me."

Tan Wenjie went forward and searched the body, successfully finding two hard drives.

“I believe we can have more collaboration,” Hashimoto said. “With your strength combined with mine, we can create a near-perfect world.”

He was so enthusiastic, as if he were recounting a sacred plan.

Tan Wenjie simply turned and left.

He'd already gotten what he wanted, so there was no need to waste words with a ghost.

"and many more!"

The wisp rushed towards Tan Wenjie and tried to bind him, but just as it was about to touch Tan Wenjie, a piece of Mengjie sponge was thrown out.

The Mengjie sponge rapidly expanded in the air, transforming into an energy wall that completely isolated the Weird Silk.

"gun!"

"Oh." Chen Guilin quickly drew his gun.

When making a move, Chen Guilin habitually used Mengjie sponges to enchant the bullets, and now it seems that the effect is extremely significant. The bullets, after being enchanted by Mengjie sponges, can cause obvious damage to the soul.

"Bang bang bang!"

He fired quickly, but Hashimoto, who had completely mastered the power of the ghost and had no weaknesses, was obviously not going to sit idly by. He successfully dodged the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet grazed past him.

This, on the contrary, aroused Hashimoto's competitive spirit, and he wanted to test his strength.

His body hurtled through the air at breakneck speed, dodging Chen Guilin's repeated gunshots before transforming into a sharp arrow that pierced Tan Wenjie's back.

The strange silk spread out like the umbrella-shaped collar membrane of a frilled lizard, covering its head like a large net.

"Certainly."

Hashimoto felt as if his body was entangled by countless threads, frozen in mid-air, unable to move at all except for his thoughts.

His eyes noticed that Tan Wenjie calmly continued walking forward, but without turning his head, he raised his index finger in his direction.

A bolt of lightning, as thick as an index finger, struck, piercing through Hashimoto and instantly obliterating his soul.

Even in his dying moments, Hashimoto wanted to make a comment.

Why didn't you show your strength sooner? We could have discussed things in a more amicable way. By hiding your abilities, you misjudged the situation and wasted your life.

Back in the car, Chen Guilin couldn't help but ask, "How did he know you were coming? Can you predict the future after you're dead?"

“The future cannot be observed, and the future that is predicted will definitely change.” Tan Wenjie explained to Chen Guilin very considerately, “I knew Hashimoto was here because he left me a note with his address on it.”

Chen Guilin was silent for a moment, then asked, "Didn't you say you calculated it before?"

"Oh, I was just kidding," Tan Wenjie said calmly.

"..."

Tan Wenjie glanced out the car window.

Dark clouds are rapidly gathering in our direction.

He cautioned, "We don't have much time left."

Clearly, the abyss's initial probing has ended, and a rapid offensive is inevitable. If he can withstand it, they will enter a protracted battle; if he cannot, he will lose everything.

Chen Guilin asked, "Where to?"

"Let's see if we can find some helpers at the nearest temple." (End of Chapter)