Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 418: The scene of vibrant life and flourishing creatures is still vivid in my mind (Part 2)

real world.

Just seconds after the projectionist disappeared, a shattered videotape fell from the sky.

Zhuang Boshi looked at the clown and Fang Shiming and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"The projectionist is dead. What are you still doing, clinging to life? Why don't you just commit suicide with him?"

The projectionist was an anomaly, and he even had a certain level of self-protection. He could have been cursed to death in an instant, but luckily he was too timid and ran directly into a supernatural world, where he was transformed back into an ordinary person.

Boshi Sho's curse merged with the supernatural world, creating a world of Ju-on that hunted him down.

Even so, it took a full ten reincarnations to truly erase his consciousness.

Pennywise let out a strange laugh: "Hehehe, hahaha."

"We're waiting for them!"

Seven distorted outlines seeped out from the shadows, like a crumpled crayon drawing melting away.

Zhuang Boshi looked up.

The woman in the front row floated three inches off the ground, her long hair hanging down like seaweed to cover her face, but snake-shaped protrusions were moving under her skin.

Foul-smelling sewage dripped continuously from her body, pooling at her feet to form a bubbling lake.

The skin exposed at her neckline was covered with fish-scale-like scales, and her legs had rotted into a limb that looked like a fish tail.

The newly crowned king is a siren from South America.

The second one was an old man with dark skin, a thin and emaciated body, knees bent backwards, and a strange, withered arm raised above his head as if carrying some heavy object, with black blood constantly seeping from under his fingernails.

An old king, a coffin bearer from India.

The third was a man in a prison guard uniform, his rusty chains dragging on the ground, sparks flying. His face was tightly bound by a leather mask, with only a triangular slit cut into his mouth, from which he let out a whistling hiss when he breathed.

An old king, a prison warden from the Middle East.

The fourth was an old white man who was over two meters tall. He carried a shovel on his back, the edge of which was serrated. With each step he took, scarlet mud and grave soil would fall from his body.

An old king, a gravedigger from North America.

The fifth one is a humanoid figure covered in sticky ink that is constantly changing shape. Its facial features are blurred into a black mess, but tiny bubbles keep appearing on the surface of the ink, like an indescribable swamp.

The newly crowned king is a colorist from Europe.

The sixth one is a tall man holding a square box, with more than a dozen nails stuck in his head. His clothes and skin are semi-transparent, and an upside-down cross is embedded in his chest.

An old king, a dark priest from South America.

The seventh was a black man covered in bizarre tattoos, with a chain around his neck that looked like a living creature, with human teeth stuck between the links, making a crisp sound of teeth colliding with every step he took.

An old king, a voodoo priest from Africa.

A total of seven kings appeared from behind the clown.

Including the clown and Fang Shiming, a total of nine kings have gathered.

This is also the last force the King's Organization has to fight back!
The moment the nine kings appeared, along with the clown's ink-black dark world, the nine ghost realms, like nine hells, crashed down on Zhuang Boshi.

Countless twisted black shadows bared their fangs and claws, as if trying to drag him into an endless abyss.

Sight, smell, taste, hearing, and touch.

Cold winds, swamps, ice and snow, deep lakes, darkness, consciousness.
Its arrogance was overwhelming, with the imposing aura of countless demons running rampant.

The terrifying ghost realm, with its ever-increasing pressure from all sides, felt like a thousand giant mountains pressing down on him simultaneously, heavier than he could imagine, attempting to disintegrate him from both the inside and outside.

Zhuang Boshi felt as if every cell in his body was being suppressed, and he was unable to move an inch for the time being.

However, every king who came to offer assistance had a solemn expression.

“Pennywise, are you sure you want to have a final showdown now?” the warden said coldly.

“There’s no turning back!” Pennywise said viciously.

“But we are already at a disadvantage. No matter how strong the King’s organization is, if we get bogged down in a protracted war on enemy territory, we have no chance of winning,” the Colorist said hesitantly.

"Just like Napoleon, he too was defeated by the Russian winter!"

Their initial plan was to directly control the man and put him into a nightmare.

As a reserve force, they are ready to eliminate the headquarters' counterattack forces at any time, provided the plan succeeds.

In conjunction with Project Ark, numerous S-class vengeful spirits will be released, using an endless stream of vengeful spirits to wear down the powerful members of the Emperor Organization.

They had already reached the vicinity of headquarters and were preparing to launch a full-scale attack.

But unexpectedly, this man actually managed to fight his way out of the nightmare despite being under more than a dozen terrifying curses.

The King's reserve force had to temporarily withdraw from Ōkyō City and arrive in Kōizumi City to prepare to eliminate this true "outlier".

Now, it seems there's a problem in Dachang City as well, with the seven kings, led by the old woman and the pianist, going missing.

Meanwhile, in Koizumi City, the projectionist, the assassin, and the astrologer also died one after another.

The situation is extremely bad!
The King's Organization is facing a life-or-death crisis!
"You want to back down?" the clown laughed maniacally.

"We've paid such a high price; if we can't completely eliminate him, how will we fight him next time?"

As conscious vengeful spirits, if the king rebels, then killing them is the first rule!

The kings who had come to reinforce the pallbearers exchanged glances, and then the pallbearer said in a hoarse, curry-accented English, "I'm the oldest here, so I'll say the unpleasant thing first!"

“Clown, there is an old Indian saying: ‘The wise man lowers his sails in the storm, rather than fights the gale.’”

"I think everyone feels the same way I do: we don't want to waste our lives on fights where we can't see victory!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

While the other kings were caught in a dilemma.

Just as the clown's smile grew increasingly manic, preparing to deliver the fatal blow...

Fang Shiming stepped forward!
He glared at all the kings and declared righteously, "I don't know how you view the Kings' Organization, but I have come to regard it as my spiritual home!"

"Only after joining the King's army did I understand the meaning of life!"

The warden was astonished. What was wrong with this guy? Didn't he just join the King? Where did this sense of belonging come from?
Fang Shiming continued, "I hate this land, I hate everyone here, even the air here stinks!"

"As the last country in the world not under the glorious wing of the King's organization, this ignorant and backward nation does not understand the supreme sentiments of the kings who have traveled thousands of miles to save them. Instead, they rebel against the kings. What a hopeless bunch of country bumpkins!"

"How many kings have already sacrificed their lives in this battle to liberate this land! We cannot let them die in vain!"

Fang Shiming's tone grew increasingly fanatical, his eyes bloodshot as if possessed by MAGA, as he waved his hand forcefully.

"We must destroy this place, all the slaves here! The Emperor's organization is standing in our way, so destroy them!"

"Photographer, don't you understand the current situation?" The gravedigger looked at Fang Shiming in disbelief.

Is this person crazy?

They are demon tamers, not champions of justice.

Fang Shiming waved his hand, exuding an air of dominance, and said: "Just a year ago, the King's organization marched north to Europe, defeating the Knights and GRU in a rout, and then marched east to North America, with Area 51 kneeling in submission."

"From east to west, they were all defeated at the mere sight of them. Top-tier ghost tamers flocked to them, and the world map was unified. Wherever the King's Organization went, all countries welcomed them with utmost sincerity, offering up wealth and status in full."

"I don't understand why, just a year later, you're discussing Napoleon's defeat in front of the enemy, as if this battle was destined to be disastrous for us!"

"In any case, we are now in a position of strength, with nine against one, we have the advantage!"

Some of the kings were persuaded. If they really ran back to their own territories, the emperor would come knocking on their doors one by one to settle accounts!
This time, the King's Organization has gone all in, with all the kings mobilized and even all the supernatural items they've collected being thrown out.

Failure would mean utter ruin.

The clown was somewhat surprised. He had only implanted a vengeful ghost into Fang Shiming, which he had dug out from the diary. Why was Fang Shiming suddenly so loyal to the King's Organization and so eloquent?

"Then how do we kill him?" the coffin bearer asked solemnly.

Pennywise said sinisterly, "Our attack just now wasn't useless; at least we learned that he can only be immune to three terrifying killing patterns for a short period of time."

"But his body is not truly immortal; it can be injured and bleed."

"It's just that his regenerative abilities are so strong that they give us the illusion that he is immortal."

"As long as we keep depleting his regenerative abilities and forcing him beyond his limits, we can kill him, since he doesn't have a ghost domain."

"The more he kills in the Ghost Realm, the more clowns I will have!"

In the darkness, more and more clown ghosts surrounded Zhuang Boshi, blocking him from advancing an inch.

"We need to hurry. I think he'll soon be able to crack and become immune to One Missed Calls and Death Note."

After such a long period of attacks, the Joker has basically figured out Dr. Zhuang's situation.

Although the strange wood-chopping knife caught them somewhat off guard.

However, the other side clearly lacked the ability to control ghost domains, while they possessed at least nine terrifying ghost domains.

With repeated attacks, we can contain him no matter what, giving him no chance to escape. It's a contest of who can hold out the longest!
Nine kings, plus dozens of terrifying ghosts, how could they possibly be no match for a single human?

Pennywise refused to believe it.

The other kings also acted without hesitation.

Invisible curse, inevitable death, mental attack
The kings no longer held back and went all out.

In an instant, Zhuang Boshi's body was torn to pieces again, as if he were about to die.

Fang Shiming arrogantly raised his chin and said contemptuously, "Mr. Zhuang, I'm sorry, the terms we just discussed are null and void."

"If you want to admit defeat now, the price won't be the same as before."

Zhuang Boshi tried to straighten his head, but it didn't grow properly, and his head was inevitably a little crooked, making it look very strange.

He tilted his head and smiled.

"is it?"

The Golden Elixir of Eternal Calamity spun rapidly.

In Zhuang Boshi's eyes, the bronze gears finally meshed, emitting a sharp whistling sound of metal friction.

You're so cold!
I've put up with you for too long!

Before he could finish speaking, he vanished into a phantom as countless clowns pounced on him, their gnawing teeth biting at nothing.

Pennywise's exaggerated smile froze instantly, as if it had been paused.

The kings all turned around.

That terrifying figure had already appeared among them.

Fang Shiming's enormous head was already in his grasp.

Fang Shiming's arrogant expression had not yet faded, and he seemed unaware that he was already dead.

A horrifying coffin nail was embedded deep in his skull on his forehead.

Fang Shiming, the photographer who had just been promoted to king, died.

Pennywise let out a scream like shattering glass.

"not good!"

Zhuang Boshi tightened his grip slightly, and Fang Shiming's head exploded in his palm.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and spewed out a wisp of golden-red Samadhi True Fire.

Before the king could even realize what the flames were, he could only instinctively begin to fight back!
"Thumbs up! Thumbs up—"

The moment the voodoo priest's curse escaped his throat, 0.1 seconds later, his throat and head were sliced ​​into minced meat by an invisible slash.

Voodoo priests, die!

The warden's uniform was suddenly covered with eye-shaped ulcers, each eyeball staring intently at Zhuang Boshi.

"Stop!"

At the same time, countless chains emerged from the darkness behind the warden, reaching out to grab Zhuang Boshi.

The eyes on his prison guard uniform can imprison the movements of ghost tamers or vengeful spirits.

Once the other party is bound by chains, they will be dragged to a ghost prison that can traverse the ghost realm!
The warden dealt with more than a dozen ghost tamers and vengeful spirits who were stronger than him by using his powerful eyes and chains to restrain and imprison them!

In 1.5 seconds, the cold glint of the machete swept past his head and groin.

He was about to open his mouth when his body instantly split in two, his rotten, foul-smelling internal organs clattering to the ground.

Before the evil spirits on his body could revive, they were burned and deformed by the Samadhi Fire.

The unclaimed chains intended to bring the warden's body back, but the moment they touched the Samadhi Fire, they burst into flames like burning straw and retreated as if electrocuted.

But the flames clung to them like maggots, and together they entered an unknown, supernatural land along with the chains.

The King's Warden is dead!

too fast!
The moment the gravedigger's shovel struck the ground, the ground suddenly caved in, revealing a massive crater that stretched for over ten kilometers.

At 1.6 seconds, the coffin nail pulled from Fang Shiming's head pierced the gravedigger's throat, and his pupils quickly became clouded.

The king's gravedigger is dead!

The siren's fishtail had just slapped the water's surface when a shrill shriek stuck in her throat.

At 1.7 seconds, Zhuang Boshi's machete had already severed the scales on her neck, the blade grazing her vocal cords, splattering black blood with a fluorescent sheen.

Her enormous head fell off, and in her final moments before dying, she watched in horror as her body disintegrated in the true fire.

Her body is that of a vengeful ghost!

But then, her consciousness was plunged into eternal darkness.

King Siren, dead!
The ink on the colorist's body had just begun to spread downwards when, in 1.8 seconds, Bosch's Samadhi Fire had already engulfed his mud-like body.

Just as the floating ink grasped his ankles and tried to pull him back, it was evaporated into blue smoke by the real fire, burning along with his body hidden within the ink.

"No!!" The scream was barely out of her mouth before it was swallowed up by the flames.

The King's Colorist, dead!

"I curse—" The box in the dark priest's hand had just been opened halfway.

In 2.1 seconds, the box was nailed shut with a whoosh!
After three more cuts, the colorist's body, now divided into several pieces, fell into the Samadhi Fire.

King Dark Priest, dead!
The coffin bearers were terrified. It took them a moment to realize that almost all of their teammates had died in the past two or three seconds. If they hadn't used the coffin to block the wood-chopping knife, they would be lying on the ground now, one of them.

"I can—" he hurriedly knelt down, trying to beg for mercy.

But Zhuang Boshi didn't even look, and swung his sword several more times.

The pallbearers were supposed to be carrying the coffin, but all that could be heard was a "clattering" sound.

Before he could even lift the coffin off his shoulder, it shattered into pieces, completely breaking apart along the wound caused by the knife!
The moment the old coffin split open along the knife marks, the pallbearers didn't even have time to scream before being cleaved into four pieces by a second strike from the woodcutter's axe a mere 0.01 seconds later.

When his severed limbs fell to the ground, his palms were still in the position of holding his head, and what was leaking from between his fingers was not blood, but the cold black mist that overflowed when the coffin shattered.

The coffin bearers' faces were filled with fear, a fear more terrifying than death itself—the fear of the vengeful ghost within the coffin.

The king's pallbearers are dead!

As the coffin shattered, a terrifying old corpse emerged, covered from head to toe with a series of constantly rotating eyeballs.

It contains a multitude of negative states, including pain, despair, hatred, and curses, and can even distort vision, making it impossible to grasp the true form of the vengeful ghost.

Zhuang Boshi's divine eyes flashed, directly dispelling the illusion.

The old corpse had just stood up when a coffin nail was driven into his forehead.

After that, he was sealed in a coffin wrapped in gold.

Before the old corpse could even react, it fell silent once more.

In the fifth second, the Samadhi True Fire swept in, its golden-red flames engulfing all the newly resurrected vengeful spirits.

At that moment, the last remaining dark world of the ghost realm suddenly collapsed. The vengeful spirits that had been resurrected from the king's body huddled on the ground amidst the flames, as if submitting to the man within them. In an instant, the situation reversed.

In less than five seconds, eight of the nine kings were dead, leaving only the clown standing there.

“Are you immune to all the rules of killing?” Pennywise shouted.

The strange laughter stopped at that moment.

Even though he was a vengeful ghost, many indescribable thoughts of fear still arose in his mind.

Zhuang Boshi then slowly said, "I'm waiting to adapt. What are you waiting for?"

"Impossible!" The clown's face was extremely ferocious. He didn't care about the deaths of these kings. In their plan, these obstacles would be removed sooner or later.

But he couldn't understand how Bosch had managed to do all that.

“Whether you are vengeful ghosts.” Dr. Zhuang pointed at the clown, then at the charred fragments of vengeful ghosts scattered on the ground.

"Or perhaps these are people who control vengeful spirits, or even other beings."

“Your weaknesses are all very obvious.”

"Isn't it?"

Its weakness is that it's too slow.

Even the demons that control humans only possess consciousness at the human level, let alone the demon controllers.

Even if Yang Jian possessed the consciousness of a million people, it would still only be the consciousness of an ordinary person.

He can only achieve breadth, not depth.

Faced with a fourth-tier opponent whose reaction time is measured in microseconds, most ghost tamers and human-taming ghosts would likely be easily defeated before they could even unleash their supernatural abilities.

In particular, Zhuang Boshi's possession of the two great tools, coffin nails and a machete, made him even more powerful.

The eight kings tried their best, but ultimately could not overcome the chasm of life levels.

“You will die!” Pennywise screamed hysterically. “You will die! No one will live to see the future!”

"You can see the future?" Zhuang Boshi thought for a moment and said, "I see. It's because you let your past self invade the future infinitely, which is why there are so many clowns."

"Hahahaha, if it weren't for that born ghost tamer interfering with me in the future, I could definitely kill you!" Pennywise started laughing hysterically again.

Who is a born demon tamer?
Is it Mr. Qin?

But it doesn’t matter.

Once he had adapted to the most troublesome causal killer's call and another kind of idealistic curse, the battle lost its suspense.

The King's Organization is doomed to lose.

Wow.
The sound of waves rose.

As a thin mist spread, an old, abandoned ship slowly drifted toward the man and the ghost.

Zhuang Boshi turned his head and looked around. The ship was deathly silent, and there were all sorts of inexplicable and eerie phenomena on board.

There were walls that were constantly seeping blood, the sound of hurried footsteps, and the melodious singing.
In addition, you can even see lifeless figures moving around on the empty deck.

"Hahaha, he's here! He's here!"

Pennywise let out a strange laugh.

Countless terrifying clowns appeared again from behind him and pounced on Zhuang Boshi.

His true form was enveloped by the ghostly aura of the ghost ship and was already standing on the ship's mast.

"Something."

Zhuang Boshi sneered, "You bunch of ghosts in human skin, your brains aren't that rigid, are they?"

"They actually knew how to run away."

"However, it wasn't for nothing that I talked so much nonsense; I've finally waited for you!"

"captain!!"

His forehead began to glow faintly.

He could have killed the clown immediately, but he wanted to wait and see if the captain would come to his rescue.

Now it seems these vengeful ghosts are actually quite loyal.

The clown's maniacal laughter suddenly stopped, and he felt a terror emanating from the deepest part of his being.

In an instant, Old Qin's blockade of his future disappeared, and he could perceive the future again.

But all the futures it saw were shrouded in darkness, every single one of them, none spared.

Only death does this happen.

Ghosts used to be immortal.

next moment.

A beam of light pierced the sky.

The ghost ship's ghostly aura dissipated.

Countless terrifying clowns vanished.

Everything disappeared.

Even in the suburbs of Koizumi, people who were evacuating suddenly saw a chaotic light piercing the sky.

It tore apart the nameless presence that had been weighing on their hearts, allowing them to feel a long-lost sense of ease.

The light dissipated.

A ghost ship reappeared from the illusion.

"Captain, that's not very fair of you," Zhuang Boshi sneered.

"You actually used illusions to deceive your fellow human beings, giving them false hope."

This ghost ship is fake; it's just an illusion piloted by a clone of the captain.

The real captain didn't come!
Be cautious enough!
The captain did not answer.

It looked at him, and for the first time, hatred appeared in its numb and lifeless eyes, as if this conscious vengeful ghost had developed emotions for the first time.

The captain opened his mouth and slowly said, "You really are capable of killing us."

"You are the natural enemy of all vengeful ghosts."

He rubbed his temples and asked, "Captain, why are you killing all of humanity?"

"Objectively speaking, wouldn't it be more beneficial for you to raise humans?"

The captain said expressionlessly, "Humans all deserve to die."

"This is the will of my deceased father."

"And you are not human, so who are you?"

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Zhuang Boshi's face.

"If you are ghosts."

"Then we are gods."

The captain seemed unable to understand the meaning of those words and stiffly replied, "My late father was right."

"We should spare no effort to exterminate all of humanity."

"And those who obstruct!"

"I will pilot the Ark."

"To end your life."

"To turn the world into a paradise for demons."

Zhuang Boshi raised an eyebrow: "Do you think Project Ark still has a chance of being realized?"

"And what about your deceased father? What the hell is that?"

The captain did not answer; his body vanished completely into the illusion.

Zhuang Boshi did not rashly give chase. The captain in front of him was just an avatar, and he was too lazy to fight him.

In any case, all of the dozen or so kings who attacked him perished.

Adding to the King who was killed in North America, the King's organization is probably left with only a handful of members.

However, this time, it was truly dangerous.

If he hadn't eventually adapted to the ghostly phone call and another vengeful ghost, making room to adapt to the three major ghost realms at the same time...

Combined with the woodcutter's knife, it directly reduced the strength of the nine ghost realms.

Finally, they launched a surprise attack, teleporting in and creating a central explosion.

If the king uses the Ghost Domain to suppress and interfere repeatedly, coupled with attacks from vengeful spirits, filling up infinite adaptability slots, and then encounters some terrifying curse, something might really happen.

Therefore, using words to buy time is really important.

At that moment, Zheng Zha's voice came through his communicator.

"Doctor, are you alright? We haven't been able to get in touch with you. Headquarters said you were also attacked."

"Don't worry, it's resolved," Zhuang Boshi said easily.

"That's good, that's good." Zheng Zha said happily, "Several terrifying ghosts attacked us just now, including that terrifying old woman from the King's Organization, a ghost-like monster, and a pianist who is parasitic in my consciousness."

"Luckily, Zhan Lan killed the pianist in the battle of consciousness. The first thing I saw when I broke free was seventy or eighty fierce ghosts standing in front of me. I was almost scared to death. In the end, I used the Primordial Chaos technique to kill all the ghosts and the king!"

"You didn't see how scared Yang Jian and Ye Zhen were after they saw my Primordial Chaos."

"Also, Cheng Xiao said he killed two kings, and Lingdian also killed one king. We've killed at least six or seven kings on our side."

"Wow, that's impressive." Zhuang Boshi complimented perfunctorily, "The King Organization won't be launching any large-scale attacks anymore."

"why?"

"Just now, I killed another thirteen of them."

Nine kings, plus the assassin, the projectionist, the nightmare woman, and the astrologer, a total of thirteen kings participated in the attack on Zhuang Boshi.

Zheng Zha was silent for a moment: "How many? Thirteen kings?!"

Ming Yanwei's anxious voice joined the communication: "Stop chatting! This attack is extremely dangerous. Zhang Jie is still being attacked by a vengeful ghost!"

"What?!" Zhuang Boshi exclaimed in alarm.

Inside the safe house.

"Sigh, I've been so wise all my life, and I almost messed up because of a kid." Zhang Jie sighed deeply, looking utterly hopeless.

Na'er hugged Zhang Jie's arm with a look of heartache.

Ming Yanwei laughed: "Na'er, Zhang Jie's injury is in his consciousness, not his body."

"Ouch, my head hurts so much." Zhang Jie deliberately leaned against Na'er.

Zhu Wen looked relieved. After Zhao Yingkong left, some of the ghost tamers had already reached the edge of the safe house.

It was Ming Yanwei who decisively struck and eliminated those ghost tamers.

Zhao Yingkong looked depressed, clearly unable to accept the truth after learning it all.

Just as Zhuang Boshi was looking for an opportunity to offer some words of comfort, Zhao Yingkong suddenly spoke up: "Doctor, dreams are indeed strange; they can actually connect to past time and real memories."

"Yes, yes." Zhuang Boshi was a little unsure how to react.

Zhang Jie got excited: "Back in the day, I was almost killed by Freddy's endless dreams in A Nightmare on Elm Street."

"Later, I found Freddy's pattern at his old house. Freddy actually had three chances: the first was to fall asleep and dig into your inner fears; the second was to create harm and amplify the fears; and the third was when he was really going to kill you."

"Furthermore, Freddy didn't have the ability to force humans to sleep at first. He had to kill a certain number of people and absorb enough fear before he became stronger."

"So, it's not like there's no chance of survival," Zhu Wen said, clutching the hem of her clothes.

"Yeah, I almost died to dig out this information. I didn't expect those veterans to be so cunning and uncooperative. After Freddy killed a lot of reincarnators, he forced me into a dream in the car. Damn it!!" Zhang Jie said angrily.

"It also caused Meng'er's death."

"Who is Meng'er?" Ming Yanwei asked gossipily.

"Meng'er is a senior member, the only senior member who is friendly to me."

"What a pity, what a pity," Zhang Jie lamented, unaware of the increasingly dangerous look in Na'er's eyes.

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, Zhuang Boshi's phone rang.

He was startled and almost threw the brick-sized phone away.

But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a familiar number.

"Professor Wang, I almost thought it was another ghost call," Zhuang Boshi said helplessly.

Wang Xiaoming on the other end of the phone spoke calmly: "So you've already dealt with the King Organization's attack?"

"Thanks to you," Zhuang Boshi said sarcastically.

Zhuang Boshi was very dissatisfied with the fact that the headquarters had completely given up during this battle.

"It's truly regrettable that headquarters can't provide support, but the situation remains very serious," Wang Xiaoming said bluntly.

"The higher-ups want to convene the first national conference of ghost riders."

"Furthermore, the meetings were organized and chaired by the emperor."

This statement indicates that the higher-ups have handed over the authority to govern all ghost riders nationwide to the Central Plains Team.

“Sure,” Zhuang Boshi said, unsurprised. “I happen to have something I want to announce at the conference.”

"By the way, remember to broaden the scope of this meeting and invite all the Ghost Tamers under the influence of headquarters."

Wang Xiaoming was silent for a moment: "I'll try my best."

"Also, I'd like to pay a visit to Elder Qin as well," Zhuang Boshi said.

"understood."

After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

He's such a decisive person; he's starting to resemble Chu Xuan more and more.

"Captain, why are we gathering all the Ghost Tamers?" Zhu Wen asked, puzzled.

Zhuang Boshi rubbed his temples and said, "This world is getting more and more dangerous. We can't just rely on ourselves to stand up for it. We need to make full use of the role of those ghost tamers."

Zhuang Boshi thought of the Ark Project that the captain had mentioned, which was actually going to be launched even though the King Organization had been basically wiped out.

Therefore, there must be something to rely on.

Moreover, the attack by the King's organization made him feel threatened.

It was such a coincidence that the King's organization was able to mobilize so many remotely cursed demons to restrain itself.

It was such a coincidence that the wishing ghost was able to cooperate with the King's organization.

The coincidence was too great for him to be sure.

That source of the vengeful spirit might already be planning to kill the Central Plains team.

The Zhongzhou team needs to speed up.

Because an unexpected storm may be brewing soon.

Therefore, it is necessary to unite all forces that can be united.

(End of this chapter)