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Chapter 416 Wish Ghost, Go and Kill the Main God (12)

Bosch Zhuang woke up, but not fully awake.

After escaping the nightmare, he did not wake up but remained in a state between sleep and wakefulness.

It felt like someone had given me a bottle of sleeping pills in the afternoon, or like someone was holding my eyelids shut, leaving me feeling exhausted.

Because the wishing ghost also diligently casts a sleep curse.

It sleeps almost every five seconds, a curse that makes it more of a repeater than a broken record.

Fortunately, Zhuang Boshi had mastered the Myriad Tribulations Golden Elixir, which allowed him to separate a wisp of his spirit to avoid the curse of the wishing ghost.

When Zhuang Boshi opened his eyes again, he saw himself just one step away from the wishing ghost, and his body was riddled with holes, with at least a dozen deadly supernatural beings still suppressing him.

Three terrifying laws occupied his infinite space, leaving him with no choice but to rely on his body to withstand the inevitable death.

Fortunately, even the King's Organization could only find two vengeful spirits of the same level as Ghost Call to restrain him.

The other curses were significantly weaker, and some of the attacking curses were even absorbed by the Nightmare.

"Wishing ghost, respond to me, I want to make a wish to you."

This wisp of soul spoke to the terrifyingly tall street lamp ghost whose back was turned to him.

The wishing ghost seemed unable to comprehend the current situation. The vengeful spirit was attracted to the living, not simply because of physical vitality, but because of the three souls that existed within those people.

Although Zhuang Boshi's clone has no physical body, it possesses a soul.

Although the wishing ghost is a vengeful spirit with consciousness, it still cannot resist the instincts of a vengeful spirit.

It turned half of its body with difficulty and reluctance.

Zhuang Boshi left a line of words on the paper and threw it to the wishing ghost.

The wishing ghost reluctantly picked up the sticker.

The sign read: "Invading the watch on my wrist."

This is a trap.

The wishing ghost doesn't know what the main god is. If you're just told to kill the main god, then the wish is very likely to be invalid.

But hacking into the wristwatch on someone's wrist is a very real possibility.

The wishing ghost trembled violently and reluctantly stretched out its hand.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!" Zhuang Boshi said impatiently.

Finally, the vengeful ghost's cold handprint landed on the Bosch Masterwatch wristwatch.

A chilling aura began to permeate the God Watch.

The next moment, it seemed as if a power from an infinitely high place descended.

The wishing ghost in front of me seemed to have been erased by an eraser.

It vanished from his sight in an instant.

The mysterious dark runes were instantly shattered, leaving no trace of their atomic structure, and naturally, they could no longer return to their former state as vengeful ghosts.

Clean and tidy, no sweeping is even needed.

In the ranking of the main gods, intrusions are also graded, and the main gods often give leniency to reincarnators.

But for some natives or spirits who dare to spy on the main god, it is naturally a matter of thunder and rain, all of which are the king's grace.

I'll do it to you, no questions asked.

This is the divine might of the supreme god.

The fragmented soul dissipated, and consciousness returned.

Zhuang Boshi opened his eyes and looked through the ghost realm at a commercial high-rise building more than ten kilometers away.

Koizumi city center.

The ghost realm of the wishing ghost has disappeared.

"not good!"

The kings immediately realized what was happening.

That guy escaped.

The projectionist's ghostly aura spread out and covered half the city.

Everything around me lost its original color, turning into black and white, as if everything in reality had faded.

Then the dim ghostly light began to intensify, while the scenery within the ghostly realm began to blur, as if it were about to disappear completely at any moment.

The projectionist glanced over and saw a mangled figure hovering outside the building, coldly watching them with its arms crossed.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The projectionist was terrified, thinking he had seen a vengeful ghost.

No, he'd rather be targeted by a vengeful ghost right now!

"You guys are pretty good, aren't you?" Zhuang Boshi said with his arms crossed and a sneer.

"You must have put a lot of thought into designing such a scheme!"

The projectionist's face changed drastically: "How is this possible? How did you get out!"

Zhuang Boshi said coldly, "Do you really think a nightmare can trap me for long?"

The next moment, he pulled out a machete, casually swung it forward, and the black-and-white movie world instantly collapsed.

At the same time, a ghostly wind blew, and a bluish-green shadow spread out, as two powerful ghostly domains descended instantly.

Zhuang Boshi looked at the last figure and smirked: "Who did I just see? Fang Shiming from my WeChat Moments?"

"You're actually here? Have you become a lackey of the King's Organization?!"

Despite being confronted with sarcastic remarks and having his identity exposed, Fang Shiming didn't feel embarrassed.

He said coldly, "You've caused widespread resentment in North America. I'm just working with international friends to eliminate you, this foreign invader, on behalf of headquarters."

Although Fang Shiming spoke so righteously, he had been hiding behind several kings all along.

His response was a series of swings of the machete.

Tear!

The outermost layer of ghostly wind and ghostly domain immediately cracked open, and the chilling ghostly wind instantly dissipated.

But the Black and White Ghost Realm held out fiercely.

The projectionist's face turned green; what kind of mess was this?!
If this continues, even the fierce ghosts I control will become unbalanced!

"Mr. Zhuang, is there some misunderstanding?" the projectionist asked, forcing a smile.

"We are here to invite you to join the King's Organization, where you can lead the Ghost Tamers across Asia."

Zhuang Boshi sneered: "You brought an invitation with more than a dozen deadly supernatural beings? What a fine greeting gift."

"What do we do now?" The projectionist turned to look at the clown.

The clown chuckled and said, "Since he's here, let's see if we can kill him."

"Huh?!!" The projectionist's eyes widened.

Bro, do you know what you're saying?

Our initial task was simply to stall him!

The assassin was also shocked: "We've guided so many vengeful spirits to attack and we still couldn't kill him. Are you sure we can kill him with just a few of us?"

"Hehehe—" the clown chuckled, "Then let's give it a try!"

"You lunatic, fuck!!" The assassin could only curse.

The dark ghost realm began to spread, pressing down relentlessly on that human.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand clowns emerged from the darkness.

They were either wielding chainsaws, carrying knives, or covered in blood.

Some of them are ghost servants, and some are real vengeful ghosts.

In an instant, he was surrounded by countless ghosts, as if he were a person being surrounded by countless vengeful spirits.

next moment.

The divine eye swept across the area, and the surroundings instantly changed, with a white sea of ​​fire appearing and enveloping all the vengeful spirits within it.

The Samadhi True Fire consumes too much energy; Zhuang Boshi now needs a large amount of true energy to maintain the reverse technique.

Under the scorching heat of the divine fire, the ghost servant was instantly reduced to ashes, while the vengeful ghost was also shriveled up by the flames.

"What kind of flame is this?" Fang Shiming was shocked again.

He couldn't see a single trace of the eerie, chilling death within it.

Instead, it shines as brightly as the sun.

Just one glance was enough to feel my soul being completely burned.

"Don't be afraid!" the clown laughed, his eyes filled with madness.

"My ghost domain can suppress this kind of flame."

The thick, inky darkness was like an impenetrable barrier, firmly keeping the white flames at bay.

Every inch of darkness seemed to possess a consciousness, tightly enveloping and resisting this intruder. But the white flames, like a raging tsunami, surged endlessly, relentlessly washing over the dark world with terrifying force.

Each impact shook the darkness, forcing it to retreat step by step under the flames, yet it struggled desperately to fight back amidst the tremors. The clash between the two caused violent tremors, as if space was being wantonly kneaded by a pair of giant hands.

The ghost realm of the dark world was deformed by the white flames!
"He's not a ghost tamer!" Fang Shiming was both shocked and furious. He looked at the clown and questioned, "You know that!"

If the previous strike that shattered the Yin Wind Ghost Domain could be attributed to the Ghost Master's abilities, then this flame could not possibly be the power of a vengeful ghost.

He instantly understood everything. Why was this person so difficult to kill? Why didn't he have a ghost domain? His powerful physique, perfect mind, radiant flames, and various unique abilities were completely different from those of a vengeful ghost.

The projectionist and the assassin also changed their expressions drastically. As soon as the flame appeared, they knew that the captain had deceived them.

Why must the king pay such a high price to kill these people, given the sudden deaths of missionaries and other figures recently, and the unexpectedly accelerated Ark Project?

Everything now has an answer.

"Joker, we need an explanation."

The assassin's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water.

“If that’s the case, we need to change our plans.” The projectionist also took a step back, ready to run away.

He could clearly feel that he had fallen into a huge pit.

No, not just myself, but all kings.

They were all fooled by the captain and the clown!
“He is not a demon tamer.” The Joker chuckled. “I never said he was a demon tamer.”

"Do you think he'll let us go if we want to quit now?"

The projectionist and the killer's expressions inexplicably fell.

We've already offended them to this extent; now we're in a bind.

Moreover, compared to the anger at being outmaneuvered by the captain, there was more bewilderment.

They seemed to have unwittingly fallen into a terrifying vortex.

That was a battle on a higher level than that of a demon tamer.

Captain, what exactly are you trying to do?
"I want to leave!"

The moment the thought crossed Fang Shiming's mind, he immediately dismissed it.

On second thought, with so many people on my side, why should I be afraid of him?

“No, I want a share of his secret,” he said, immediately casting aside any thoughts of caution.

He was unaware that there was anything wrong with the change in his thoughts.

For a demon tamer who lacks conscious protection, it's far too easy to influence and control anyone, regardless of whether they are an anomaly or not!

This is also one of the ways the King's Organization controls the new king.

The projectionist and the assassin exchanged a glance and gritted their teeth.

"After this is over, you need to give us an explanation!!"

Fang Shiming was completely possessed and arrogantly said, "You stupid country bumpkin, you have no right to stand here and talk to me."

"If you don't want to kneel, then you'll have no choice but to die."

The moment he sat down.

He is shorter than Bosch.

A terrifying, supernatural attack of ghosts pressing down on people is coming.

But Zhuang Boshi stood still, his body swaying slightly as if he didn't care. He looked at the clown and said, "Is this how you ghosts control human ghost tamers?"

"How pathetic."

"The so-called King's Organization is just a bunch of actors on a stage."

"What are you saying?!" Fang Shiming burst into laughter and sat down on the ground.

I'm being paralyzed by a ghost, let's try again!

Zhuang Boshi's body surged with yin energy, and a corpse exuding a chilling aura appeared out of thin air. The pale body twisted and contorted, its limbs wrapping around him like vines, pressing down with immense force.

But Bosch remained steadily suspended in mid-air, like a towering mountain, completely still.

Without even looking, he reached into his waistband, pulled out a coffin nail, raised his arm, and stabbed it with his backhand.

With a muffled "thud," the corpse seemed to have its spine removed, falling limply to the ground. The gold poured into its body, binding it tightly, and the whole process was completed in one go.

At the same time, the machete was drawn, its cold light flashing.

Those grotesque, clown-like ghosts, baring their fangs and laughing maniacally, were cleaved in two by this sharp blade, like fallen wheat.

Strangely, the two severed halves did not fall down. Instead, they grinned and emitted even more piercing laughter. The broken parts grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, each half grew back, transforming into completely new individuals. They densely surrounded Zhuang Boshi once again.

brush! !

Zhuang Boshi paid no price for using the machete; even if there were many clown ghosts, it would just mean he could chop them a few more times.

The number of clown ghosts increased, but they could never get a step closer to Zhuang Boshi.

The assassin, who had been observing coldly, spoke up: "Since you can't kill us and we can't kill you, I think we can sit down and have a proper talk?"

"I think there might be some misunderstanding between us. If possible, the King's Organization still hopes to coexist peacefully with the Emperor's Organization and not invade each other's territory!"

As the assassin spoke, his face was full of sincerity, as if that was truly what he thought.

But the next moment, a bloody gash appeared on Zhuang Boshi's chest.

The bloodstains were so deep that the bone was visible, almost piercing through his back.

Zhuang Boshi raised an eyebrow slightly. He hadn't detected any traces of a supernatural attack; the assassin hadn't actively used any supernatural powers.

The reversal technique was activated, but strangely, the wound healed, but blood continued to seep out.

This is a curse of constant blood loss!
Zhuang Boshi remained calm, saying that he wouldn't die from this little bit of blood loss even if he bled until next year.

"Words are like knives; are you using your mouth to kill?"

A cold, cruel smile appeared on the assassin's face, but his tone was very gentle: "Of course not, it's just a little magic trick."

Two more bloody gashes appeared on Zhuang Boshi's body, this time deeper and closer to vital organs, and blood was flowing out continuously.

This is a curse, a curse that causes endless bleeding.

Zhuang Boshi is still haunted by three deadly supernatural beings, making him unable to withstand the assassin's attacks. However, killing him with these wounds is a pipe dream.

“I understand.” Zhuang Boshi looked into the empty space.

The divine eyes shone with dazzling brilliance, like lightning piercing the night sky, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

In an instant, every minute detail was revealed under this light.

At the same time, the machete was raised high and then swung down into the air with tremendous force.

With a "whoosh," the once smooth, dark curtain was ripped apart by this sharp blade.

A gash was quickly torn open, and then a disheveled assassin fell out of the dark rift and crashed heavily to the ground.

The assassin among the kings, however, vanished without a trace.

"You found me?" The assassin's face was deathly pale; he looked more like a demon than a living person, holding a dagger that was constantly oozing blood.

Zhuang Boshi said, "You can blend into the shadows and attack people, but this ghost realm is pure darkness."

"So I didn't even notice you at first."

"No, it shouldn't be as simple as merging into the darkness. Rather, it's about observation. Your clone stays in place. If I keep watching it, then it is the real you."

"And that non-existent you can keep attacking me."

"Your words are like knives, they're all an illusion."

The assassin remained silent. He hadn't expected that with just two attacks, his secret would be guessed and even personally exposed.

It should be noted that this move of his is a sure kill for ghost tamers who do not have a ghost domain.

He alone can attack, while others cannot retaliate.

"Schrödinger's cat?" Zhuang Boshi exclaimed in amazement. "If it is observed, it exists; if it is not observed, it does not exist."

"Although your ability to use your mind is too opportunistic in terms of attack methods, in a one-on-one fight, most ghost tamers are really no match for you."

He then took a step forward and disappeared from the spot in the next instant—not by teleportation, but by pure speed.

The speed was so fast that the assassin had no time to react. Zhuang Boshi had already appeared beside the assassin, and swung down the old woodcutter's knife, intending to cut the assassin in two.

The assassin looked flustered, but the strange dagger in his hand moved on its own and stabbed towards Zhuang Boshi's body.

It's actually a dagger that can attack automatically?

Ding!
next moment.

The bizarre dagger and the old woodcutter's knife, two strange objects, collided.

The collision immediately triggered countless chilling screams that echoed around. The attack from the old woodcutter's knife was terrifying, but the vengeful spirit residing within the strange dagger was equally dangerous.

The clash of supernatural forces usually yields results in a very short time. After a brief stalemate, the two supernatural weapons quickly determined the victor.

Click!

The strange dagger was cut in two by the old woodcutter's axe, and the axe continued its attack without slowing down, falling towards the assassin's body and cleaving him in two.

Assassin, dead!

(End of this chapter)