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Chapter 496 Survivor Base! (Seeking monthly votes)

Golden light!

Endless golden light!
In this eerie place where time and space overlap, the golden light of the Golden Ghost Prison enveloped everything.

boom! boom! boom!
Seven golden pillars descended from the sky, firmly anchoring this eerie place.

Each of these golden pillars is seventy-seven meters tall and is carved with scenes of a hundred demons suppressing the prison.

After the golden pillar fell, countless ancient houses in different time periods underwent simultaneous changes.

Some were submerged in a sea of ​​blood, some were buried in grave soil, some collapsed after being burned by will-o'-the-wisps, and some were knocked down by falling tombstones.
As the ancient houses from different eras disappeared one by one, the mirage above Da Dong City gradually blurred and eventually dissipated like a cloud.

As the mirage disappeared, the ghost realm of Da Dong City also shrank rapidly.

The area that once covered the entire city of Dadong has shrunk to a circular region with a diameter of ten kilometers.

"This is all we can do for now!"

Mu Sheng's figure suddenly appeared above the Wang family's old residence, floating hundreds of meters in the air.

Although the old house was suppressed, Mu Sheng did not take it into the Golden Ghost Prison to digest it.

Next, he still needs to deal with paranormal events in other cities, and digesting the ancient house will require too much of the power of the Golden Ghost Prison.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of the subsequent operation, Mu Sheng had no choice but to temporarily suppress the Wang family's old residence.

[Golden Ghost Prison Level 4: 63%]

"My strength is still too weak!"

Mu Sheng glanced at the data on the panel and sighed.

Then his figure quickly became ethereal, bursting and disappearing like a bubble.

In Dafu City, a pale white color suddenly appeared in the sky above the city that had been corrupted by the ghost domain.

Upon closer inspection, a cloud composed of white bones was floating in the sky.

Below the clouds are barbs that look like tree branches, intertwined to form a deadly net.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the clouds.

The cloud of bones began to tremble, and the bone spikes below loosened and swayed, falling towards the city below.

call out!call out!call out!
Bone spikes, often reaching heights of ten meters, exploded into countless bone fragments the moment they fell.

As these bone fragments swirled, unseen ghostly figures emerged from the air.

Bone fragments quickly stuck to the ghostly figure, like greedy seeds, frantically sucking up the ghostly power from its body.

In a matter of seconds, the ghostly figures in the city transformed into twisted and grotesque bone trees.

After everything was over, and a long time had passed, the survivors of Daifuku City cautiously emerged from their hiding place.

After realizing that the crisis had passed, the survivors finally burst into tears.

"Woooooo~"

"Why are there ghosts in this world! God, why are you doing this to us!"

Throughout the day, Mu Sheng traveled to hundreds of cities, suppressing countless evil spirits and saving many more lives.

Dachang City, Club Manor.

Mu Sheng Ge You slumped on the sofa, sucking on a bottle of orange soda through a straw.

To resolve this sudden crisis, he traveled almost all over the Great Dragon Kingdom, rescuing people and suppressing evil spirits.

Even Mu Sheng, who possessed unlimited firepower, couldn't help but feel somewhat tired.

Fortunately, thanks to his efforts, the situation in the Great Dragon Kingdom has finally stabilized for the time being.

As for the hundreds of millions who died, for a large country with one of the largest populations, although it was a serious blow, it was fortunate that it did not break the core.

"If this were in some fantasy world, I'd probably have enough merit to ascend to immortality!"

Mu Sheng sighed as he pondered what to do next.

The supernatural has fully revived. Although he resolved this crisis with his power, supernatural events will only become more frequent and terrifying in the future.

"Let's build a city base!"

After careful consideration, Mu Sheng made a decision based on his current strength.

The Great Dragon Kingdom has too large a territory; such a vast land cannot be defended in the face of endless vengeful ghosts in the future.

Instead of wasting resources on putting out fires everywhere, it would be better to gather the remaining people together and build several survivor bases.

With Mu Sheng's current strength, it would be difficult to protect a province, but protecting a few cities would be quite easy.

Having made up his mind, Mu Sheng immediately communicated with his subordinate gods and issued his orders.

Dajing City, Headquarters Base.

"Building seven survivor bases? That's just wishful thinking!"

"Nearly one billion people are distributed across seven cities, with each city needing to accommodate at least 1.4 million people. What kind of city can accommodate so many people?"

"And what about the food problem? How do we solve it?"

"Current food reserves are only enough to feed one billion people for one year. Where will the food come from after that?"

"What's the point of hiding in the city and barely surviving for a year without land?"

Inside the meeting room, a middle-aged man in an executive jacket looked at Yang Jian and asked him a series of questions.

Yang Jian leaned back in his chair, his right hand resting on the table, his fingers tapping back and forth on the surface.

After hearing the middle-aged man's question, he sat up straight and said:

"Lord Musheng possesses the ability to create things from nothingness; building several cities that can accommodate hundreds of millions of people is not difficult for him."

"How much space does one person need? If we're being compact, three or four square meters is enough to meet one person's survival needs."

"With a population of 150 million, wouldn't it be enough to build 1.5 buildings that can accommodate one million people each?"

A building that can hold a million people?

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances; for these high-ranking members of the upper class, such a lifestyle was completely unimaginable.

That room must be incredibly cramped.
A scene immediately flashed into everyone's mind.

The cages in the chicken farm are packed together so tightly that each cage is only big enough for one adult chicken.

The chickens in the cage eat, drink, and relieve themselves all in this cage, and can never escape it for their entire lives.

hiss~
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. How could people living in a place like this be okay?

Over time, even if there are no physical problems, one might still become depressed!

Yang Jian ignored what everyone was thinking, and simply took out a mirror and threw it in the middle of the conference table.

A projection appeared in the mirror: a building with 500 floors, resembling a giant Rubik's Cube.

Yang Jian controlled the building's projection, zooming in from time to time to introduce the functions of different areas.

"A unified rationing system will be established within the base, and Lord Musheng's divine soldiers will be responsible for distributing supplies and maintaining security."

Yang Jian spoke eloquently while controlling the projector, but the more the senior executives in the conference room listened, the uglier their expressions became.

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, someone immediately raised a question.

"Detective Yang, do you mean that these seven survivor bases will be managed by Ghost King Mu Sheng's ghost slaves?"

The person asking the question was an elderly man, probably in his sixties, who exuded a very obvious air of authority.

The old man's tone carried an undisguised dissatisfaction.

This is outrageous! They made them cooperate in arranging for civilians to move into the survivor base, and then just dumped them?

This is a blatant power grab, and they didn't even bother to pretend; they just openly expressed it.

"It's a divine weapon!"

Yang Jian corrected, "Also, you should address him as 'Sir.' Who gave you the audacity to call Lord Mu Sheng by his name?"

A flash of red light appeared in Yang Jian's eyes, and the old man immediately felt his heart sink, as if someone had squeezed it hard.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, and he swayed before collapsing into the chair.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he no longer possessed the imposing manner he had when questioning Yang Jian.

"Elder Ye?"

"Detective Yang, please calm down. Old Master Ye didn't mean any disrespect to Lord Ghost King."

Seeing this, the others quickly offered explanations.

"Yang Jian, stop!"

Li Jun suddenly stepped forward, his body surging with green ghost fire.

As the will-o'-the-wisps surged, the supernatural power that Yang Jian had applied to the old man was erased.

"Li Jun, I've been wanting to test your Ghost Domain for a long time!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and four ghost eyes opened on his arm in succession, as well as a ghost eye between his eyebrows, plus two more in his eye sockets.

The ghostly realm formed by the superposition of the seven ghostly eyes instantly enveloped the entire conference room in a layer of red light.

Li Jun's ghost fire was instantly suppressed.

The green will-o'-the-wisps surged back into Li Jun's body and began to burn.

In just a few breaths, the skin on Li Jun's face sagged, like a melting wax figure.

"Ghost Eye Yang Jian, does he also possess this kind of strength? And that familiar sense of oppression..."

Li Jun recalled the time when he and dozens of top-tier ghost tamers were suppressed by Mu Sheng and rendered immobile, also at the headquarters base.

He had thought that Mu Sheng was a once-in-a-millennium monster, but he never expected that Yang Jian's strength would be so great.

No wonder he's that man's top general!

Li Jun tried to extinguish the ghost fire within his body, but the eerie flame seemed to be stimulated by something, burning more and more fiercely.

The will-o'-the-wisp was rapidly and uncontrollably reviving, and Li Jun's body was also nearing its limit.

"Yang Jian!"

Seeing this, Zhao Jianguo quickly looked at Yang Jian and pleaded, "Please stop! General Li can't hold on any longer!"

As she spoke, she looked at Zhou Zheng and gave him a look.

"Yang Jian, considering we've known each other for a while, could you please spare General Li?"

After Zhou Zheng spoke, Yang Jian finally reacted, closing the ghost eye between his brows and shutting down the ghost eyes on his arms one by one.

"For Zhou Zheng's sake, let's let this matter go."

Regardless, Zhou Zheng had saved his life back in No. 7 Middle School, so he should still be given that much face.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jianguo secretly rejoiced that he had considered this relationship beforehand and included Zhou Zheng in the list for this meeting.

Otherwise, an ordinary Interpol agent would not be qualified to attend a meeting of this level.

"Although Lord Musheng does not need your gratitude, I hope you will not forget who saved the people of dozens of cities!"

Mu Sheng glanced at the old man who was huddled in the chair without saying a word and said coldly.

"Alright, let's continue. Do you have any further opinions on the plan to build a survivor base?"

Having witnessed the earlier conflict, the people in the conference room dared not be careless in the slightest when faced with Yang Jian's questions.

After a while, an administrative man looked at the people sitting in the conference room, and after receiving an encouraging look, stood up and said:

"Detective Yang, Mr. Mu's act of building a survivor base and continuing human civilization is a noble act worthy of everyone's respect!"

"But in practice, this is not something that can be accomplished with just a few words."

"I can understand Mr. Mu's desire to save all living beings and his benevolent intention to not abandon anyone."

"But sometimes, for the continuation of human civilization, for this country, for this nation, we have to make some sacrifices!"

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow and looked at the man: "Oh? You mean?"

"Cough cough."

The administrative man cleared his throat and said, "Detective Yang, my idea is that the management uniforms at the survivor base should be optimized."

"The ghost soldiers are not living people after all. Would it be too much to use them to manage the survivor city?"

"After all, divine weapons and living people have different thoughts and senses, so it's inevitable that some problems will arise when managing them."

Although the administrative man didn't say it directly, his meaning was quite clear.

They practically whispered in Yang Jian's ear, "Here we come."

"Is that so?"

Yang Jian suddenly realized and said, "Indeed, the divine weapon's thinking is rigid and inflexible, and it completely lacks understanding of human relationships."

"When dealing with people who violate the law, we only know how to handle them according to the law, regardless of their status, whether they are wealthy businessmen or high-ranking officials or nobles, we treat them all the same."

"How can this be possible?"

"We must categorize people into different classes. We should strictly enforce the law against the lower classes, and even if they have no problems, we should still give them a good beating."

"The upper class should be more mindful of social etiquette. We're all family here, so at worst we'll just have to drink three cups of wine as punishment."

"Is that so, Your Excellency?"

Yang Jian looked at the administrative man with a smile, but his eyes grew colder and colder.

A red light emanated from his body, as if the administrative man would be beheaded if he gave even one wrong answer.

The administrative man immediately fell silent. Since he was sitting in this conference room, he could understand what was being said, whether good or bad.

If it were someone else, he could pretend not to hear and offer a few words of explanation.

But when facing Yang Jian, he couldn't say anything.

He just kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, not daring to look at Yang Jian even once.

"He's too afraid to answer. Could someone here answer for him?"

Yang Jian glanced around at everyone in the conference room and said calmly.

Upon hearing this, everyone lowered their heads and looked down, not daring to meet Yang Jian's gaze, for fear of being singled out and used as a target.

"Humph!!!"

"I hope you esteemed gentlemen understand that times have changed!"

"In this era of supernatural revival, those who control ghosts are the new elite. You were fortunate to have met Lord Mu Sheng."

“If it were those ghost tamers whose consciousness had been corrupted by vengeful spirits, none of you would have the chance to sit here.”

"The plan to build a survivor base is not a discussion, it's an announcement!"

"Now, go back and tell your masters that while they still need your help, if you're smart, don't hold them back."

"Don't say you weren't warned, meeting adjourned!"

(End of this chapter)