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Chapter 438 Sweep! Crush! (Seeking monthly votes)

Dachang City, suburbs.

A luxurious estate covering several dozen acres is located here.

The manor is extremely luxurious, featuring Chinese-style gardens and a garden stream that runs through the entire manor.

There's even a private golf course behind the estate.

Even in the suburbs far from the city, such a luxurious manor could not be built without an investment of over a billion yuan.

After passing through the garden in front, a five-story building suddenly appeared before our eyes.

There is a fountain pool that is over ten meters high at the entrance.

In the parking lot on the left, there are more than a dozen luxury cars, each worth no less than one million.

The council chamber on the fifth floor.

Several wealthy men, who looked like CEOs or business owners, sat around a young man.

"President Qiang, you have to help us with this!"

Mr. Wang, the general manager of Jianye Group, with a beer belly, complained to Wang Xiaoqiang.

"In the last two days, a group of lunatics suddenly appeared out of nowhere and have been attacking and killing key members of our group."

"They even broke into my house yesterday! If it weren't for my bodyguards stopping them, you wouldn't be seeing me!"

As Mr. Wang spoke, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes: "Those lunatics didn't even react when they were shot. There must be something fishy going on behind this!"

The thought of those madmen's insane behavior sent chills down Mr. Wang's spine.

If they were just ordinary assassins, Mr. Wang, who has been navigating the business world for many years, wouldn't be so afraid.

After all, he had experienced quite a few real business battles.

But this time it's different. What normal person could be shot dozens of times and still be yelling and charging forward?
This is clearly supernatural power!
"Same here!"

A bald, muscular man with extensive tattoos also spoke up:

"In the past two days, more than a dozen of my loan companies have been raided, and more than thirty of my men have been missing, dead or alive!"

After Mr. Wang finished speaking with the bald, burly man, the others also described the troubles they had encountered.

Almost all of them were attacked by a group of madmen who smeared newspapers in their faces.

After listening, Wang Xiaoqiang frowned, not because these events involved supernatural forces.

If those madmen that Boss Wang and his group mentioned could be beaten to death, then they must have just been some kind of ghost slaves.

For ordinary people, ghost slaves may be eerie and terrifying, but for these ghost tamers, they are not difficult to deal with.

He frowned because he suspected someone was targeting Xiaoqiang Club.

After all, such an organized attack doesn't seem like something a ghost acting on instinct could do.

"I understand. Don't worry, bosses. I will arrange for club members to be stationed at each company from now on."

Wang Xiaoqiang confidently declared, "With the strength of our Xiaoqiang Club, if those things dare to reappear, they definitely won't be able to escape!"

His move was not only to appease his major investors, but also to take the opportunity to find out who was behind the attacks on Xiaoqiang Club.

"However, you should all be aware of the price that a Ghost Tamer must pay to use their power."

Wang Xiaoqiang glanced meaningfully at the crowd.

Mr. Wang and the bald, burly man instantly understood the meaning behind his words.

"Don't worry, Mr. Qiang, as long as we can deal with these lunatics, I'm willing to offer ten million US dollars as a reward for this mission!"

Mr. Wang, the general manager of Jianye, immediately patted his chest and made a promise.

“Since Mr. Wang has said so, then I will also contribute ten million US dollars as funding for this mission.”

"Same, ten million!"

The CEOs, one after another, managed to scrape together 60 million US dollars.

Wang Xiaoqiang immediately smiled with satisfaction.

With this $60 million, plus the profits from selling the ghost after dealing with the ghost behind the scenes or the ghost tamer, we can...

This wave of Xiaoqiang Club could generate a net income of over 100 million US dollars.

"Hahaha, good!"

Wang Xiaoqiang stood up with a smile, took out a bottle of red wine and several glasses from the wine cabinet behind him, and poured wine for everyone present.

"Then wish us well."

Just then, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the outer hall.

"Bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da da da"

a few minutes ago.

An uninvited guest appeared in the skies above this luxurious estate.

Mu Sheng floated a hundred meters in the air, with a golden mist shimmering beneath his feet, as if a deity had descended to earth, gazing down at the manor below.

"It's outrageous that a small Ghost Tamer Club is so extravagant!"

Even Mu Sheng, the King of Hell, is still living in a hotel, while a bunch of barely surviving ghost tamers are living in a manor.

Xiaoqiang Club, you've got a right way to die!
Mu Sheng had already sentenced these people to death, and now their crimes were compounded!
With a thought, the golden ghost domain beneath Mu Sheng's feet lost its color and transformed into a colorless light that enveloped the buildings below.

In an instant, everything and everyone in the building was presented to Mu Sheng in great detail.

"Huh? What are these service staff at the manor?"

Mu Sheng let out a soft exclamation. In his perception, the long-legged, big-breasted waitresses in the building all exuded an aura that did not belong to living people.

"Is it a ghost slave?"

Mu Sheng quickly saw through the true nature of these service personnel; they were clearly a group of living people marked with the mark of ghost slaves by the ghost tamers.

"To maintain secrecy, they actually turned a group of innocent people into ghost slaves. Xiaoqiang Club, your crime is doubled!"

Mu Sheng sentenced the Xiaoqiang Club members to death again, punishing them for all three crimes. No matter how tough they were, they were doomed today.

"Let's say hello first!"

Mu Sheng's body disappeared a hundred meters in the air and reappeared outside the glass window of the fifth floor the next second.

With a quick swipe of his hand behind his back, an M61 six-barreled Vulcan cannon appeared in Mu Sheng's hand.

The Vulcan cannon has a firing rate of 6,000 rounds per minute!
"Accept the baptism of the metal storm!"

Mu Sheng pressed the trigger on the floor, and the barrel of the Vulcan cannon instantly began to spin at high speed, spewing out countless embers from the burning gunpowder.

Bullets rained down on the entire floor!

"Da da da da da"

"bang bang bang bang"

The furniture in the room was smashed to pieces, and the walls were riddled with countless bullet holes.

A bullet the size of a finger pierced through glass and concrete walls, and entered the bodies of the group of ghost tamers in the Xiaoqiang Club.

"boom!!!"

A scorching bullet struck Ye Jun, the Ghost Tamer, in the abdomen, blasting a fist-sized hole in his chest.

This is because the Corpse Water Ghost inside Ye Jun's body is a kind of fierce ghost that can change the constitution of the ghost tamer.

He Sheng, Ouyang Tian, ​​and the others were in a much worse situation. Their bodies were sliced ​​in two by bullets from the Vulcan cannon, and they fell to the ground with cries of pain.

The presence of the vengeful spirits within them prevented them from dying immediately, but this only prolonged the suffering of He Sheng and the others.

"Holy crap! Is the army attacking?"

Zhang Han pressed his body firmly against the ground, not daring to move an inch.

They were terrified that if they accidentally arched their backside, they would be blown apart by the barrage of bullets.

Fortunately, he was in a corner of the hall from the beginning and reacted quickly enough, so he wasn't blown in two by bullets like the others.

A minute later, it felt like an hour to Zhang Han.

The metal storm finally subsided. A full six thousand bullets had been fired throughout the entire floor.

Mu Sheng took out a cigar, put it in his mouth, raised the Vulcan cannon, and lit the cigar at the red-hot barrel.

"Heave-ho~"

Take a deep breath, allowing the smoke from the burning tobacco to fully dissipate in your lungs, and then slowly exhale a cloud of mist.

"boom!!!"

After casually tossing the Vulcan cannon down from the air, Mu Sheng took a step and stepped into the building through the hole in the outer wall.

"Click~!"

"Click~!"

Mu Sheng stepped over the glass and cement shards scattered on the ground and arrived at the lobby on the fifth floor.

The once luxuriously decorated hall has now been reduced to a pile of ruins riddled with holes.

The agonizing screams grew louder, and the chilling aura intensified.

Mu Sheng turned his head and saw that among several piles of corpses that had been smashed into pieces, one after another fierce ghost was rapidly reviving.

However, it turned out that several ghost tamers from the Little Strong Club could no longer suppress the vengeful spirits within them after their bodies were destroyed by the Vulcan Cannon.

Intestines flowing with thick black fluid, clay figurines dripping blood, and several other strange things.

The vengeful spirits are gradually reviving, and supernatural power is spreading throughout the room. The supernatural forces of several ghosts are intertwined, and it seems that something even more terrifying is about to be born.

"The ghost said: Sand burial!"

Mu Sheng raised his right hand and aimed it at the vengeful ghost that was reviving.

The grayish-brown grave soil appeared out of thin air and, under Mu Sheng's control, transformed into streams of mud and sand, sealing and suppressing the vengeful ghosts.

The hall now contains mounds of earth.

The revival of the vengeful spirit was interrupted, and the supernatural power emanating from the room quickly disappeared.

Mu Sheng glanced around and walked toward a 'corpse' lying motionless on the ground.

The corpse looked dilapidated, but the body was intact, with the head, arms, and legs still there.

Mu Sheng raised his arm and clenched his fist in the back!
"The Way of the Ghosts and Gods: Sword Burial!"

A giant sword formed from grave soil appeared in his hand, about to plunge into the corpse beneath his feet and seal it away.

Ye Jun, who was pretending to be dead, suddenly sensed something was wrong and quickly opened his eyes.

"Wait! Who are you? Why are you attacking us?"

"If we have offended you in any way, we can discuss it!"

Ye Jun repeatedly tried to persuade him.

It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but rather that the corpse-water ghost within him was already on the verge of reviving.

Having just been subjected to the baptism of the Vulcan cannon, it is on the verge of recovery.

If he dares to use even a fraction of the power of the evil spirit, the evil spirit within him will immediately revive and show him!
"Excuse me! I'm a police officer!"

Mu Sheng said coldly, and without any hesitation, he plunged the grave soil sword in his hand into Ye Jun's body.

Interpol?

"Damn it!!!"

"You're a cop, but I'm not a thief!"

Ye Jun had also seen the movie "Infernal Affairs", so he mistook Mu Sheng for an Interpol agent.

Although it was unclear when Dachang City had changed its Interpol agent, Mu Sheng's actions alone showed that the other party had no intention of communicating.

In this life-or-death situation, Ye Jun couldn't care less about the resurrection of the vengeful ghost.

A large amount of corpse fluid gushed out of his body, sweeping towards the falling gravestone sword.

At the same time, streams of yellowish-brown corpse water transformed into corpse water snakes, coiling towards Mu Sheng's legs.

Mu Sheng paid no attention to Ye Jun's resistance, and with his superhuman ghost body, he withstood the attack of the Corpse Water Ghost.

With a forceful thrust of his arm, the grave soil sword pierced through Ye Jun's corpse fluid and plunged into his chest.

"Cough cough."

A large amount of grave soil poured into Ye Jun's stomach and lungs.

After coughing a few times, Ye Jun was buried in the mound of earth and never moved again.

"sucker Punch!"

Mu Sheng released the grave soil sword, letting it turn back into grave soil and sprinkle it on Ye Jun's grave.

Then he looked at the only surviving ghost tamer in the hall.

The moment Mu Sheng turned his head to look at him, Zhang Han froze as if he were standing naked on an iceberg.

'What to do? What to do? Beg for mercy?'

Zhang Han's mind raced as he considered various strategies.

However, after seeing Ye Jun's fate, Zhang Han felt that begging for mercy would probably be useless.

'Then resist? But...it seems like we can't win!'

As a member of the club, Zhang Han had some understanding of Ye Jun's abilities. At least in a one-on-one situation, Zhang Han didn't think he was much stronger than Ye Jun.

Even Ye Jun, who was evenly matched with him, couldn't withstand a single blow from this 'gunman'.

Zhang Han didn't think his fate would be much better.

"Um, if I said I'm not familiar with them, would you believe me?"

Seeing that Mu Sheng had already arrived in front of him, Zhang Han hadn't figured out what to do yet, so he could only force a smile and say something ingratiatingly.

"What do you say?"

Mu Sheng looked at Zhang Han expressionlessly.

"I think it's trustworthy!"

"Sir, I just want to earn some money for my family before I die. I really don't know anything about what's going on at the club!"

"Give me a chance, boss!"

As Zhang Han begged for mercy, the ghost tattoo hidden under his clothes writhed and bulged on his skin.

If Mu Sheng insists on taking action, he will not sit idly by and wait to die!

Zhang Han's seemingly subtle actions were as obvious to Mu Sheng's ghostly perception as a duck among chickens.

"The Way of Ghosts and Gods: Sealed Paper Burial!"

Sheets of blood-stained, sticky newspaper were peeled from Mu Sheng's body and wrapped directly around Zhang Han.

Seeing that Mu Sheng was not giving him any chance, Zhang Han stopped trying to compromise and the tattooed ghost on his skin seemed to surge and emerge from the skin on his back.

It transformed into a half-demon attached to his body.

It had malevolent, eerie green eyes, a face with blue fangs, and grayish-blue skin.

It perfectly matches the image of the evil spirits of the underworld in Mu Sheng's mind.

"Not bad, not bad! It suits the temperament of our underworld perfectly!"

Mu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he decided that once the Ghost Prison had a gate, he would arrange for the tattooed ghost to guard the gate.

It's a tattoo, so I can just stick it on the front door!
Countless blood-stained newspapers wrapped Zhang Han and the tattooed ghost up.

Zhang Han tried his best to use the power of the Tattoo Demon to struggle and resist, creating bumps on the surface of the newspaper, but he still could not escape being sealed and suppressed.

"You've killed so many people from the club, the people behind the club won't let you get away with this!"

Zhang Han uttered a final threat, then turned into a mummy and collapsed to the ground.

"There's only one left!"

Mu Sheng turned to look in the direction of the council hall, where there was still a ghost's fluctuation of rules.

(End of this chapter)