Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 292 The Brewing Storm of Purge of Ghosts

The act of thugs playing videos on CDs on the street and even handing out flyers was happening simultaneously in various areas of Hong Kong Island. The news was sensational, the videos were chilling, and there were also advertisements for ghost-preventing and ghost-detecting items.

These events caused a huge sensation in a very short time.

The majority of people on Hong Kong Island are from Hong Kong. Word spreads, and some people start to recall based on the content of the leaflets. They soon discover that there are relatives, friends, and neighbors who have experienced drastic changes in personality in a short period of time.

There was an old woman's son who was born smart and quick-witted and grew up to be successful. However, starting a month ago, he became irritable, constantly using foul language, and even physically assaulted his mother.

The message on the flyer now deeply stings the old woman.

She bought a pair of iron chopsticks and put them on the table. Just then, her son, who had been gambling all night, came home and, seeing the breakfast on the table, sat down to eat without any qualms.

But as soon as he touched the chopsticks, the son winced and pulled his hand back, overturning the entire table and glaring at his grandmother: "You old hag, why are the chopsticks so hot?!"

The old woman felt a chill run down her spine. Didn't she know whether the chopsticks were hot or not?
That was a tool for detecting ghosts. The son felt it was burning hot, which could only mean one thing: he was possessed by a ghost.

In the ordinary neighborhoods of Hong Kong Island, when the old lady returned with the chopsticks, several people already knew about the ghost divination and were curious about the results.

They were even worried that the ghost-detecting incident would become a big deal and that the old woman's son would find out on his way home, so they carefully avoided using the tools.

In retrospect, the ghost possessing the old woman's son was just a brainless, sleazy gambler.

The neighbors who had been secretly observing from outside immediately surrounded the old woman's son. They held long tools such as sticks and hoes, their eyes gleaming coldly as they stared at him menacingly.

A kind person pulled the old woman into the crowd and asked, "Grandma, this ghost harmed your son. Whether he lives or dies is up to you."

The old woman's lips trembled incessantly. She had a child late in life, and now her child was in his twenties while she herself was over sixty. One can only imagine the anguish she was experiencing.

"I...I want to avenge my son with my own hands."

"I'm already this old, I'm not afraid of anything anymore."

Everyone immediately understood the old woman's idea and moved closer to her. One of the security guards even brought over a riot control fork.

The old woman's son was dumbfounded. He glared at the crowd and roared, "What are you doing? I'll kill you all!"

The security guard threw the leaflet on the ground and said, "Take a look for yourself."

The old woman's son picked it up from the ground in confusion, looked at it for a while, and then his face changed drastically: "How could this be? This didn't happen before. It's all a lie. You've been fooled. I really am the old woman's son!"

The security guard sneered: "What kind of good son calls his mother 'Grandma'?"

The old woman's son immediately broke out in a sweat, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes. He lunged at the crowd, but the security personnel were faster, and the forked end of the riot fork caught him around the waist!

Seeing this, everyone quickly grabbed the pole and pushed forward together!

Many of these people had seen the flyers and knew that as long as they didn't come into contact with ghosts, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Because it says above that [after a person dies, their obsessions transform into ghosts. Once they possess a human body, they can no longer return to the state of a ghost; they can only continue to "infect" and possess the body through physical contact.]

The old woman's son was possessed by a ghost, and this happened in a densely populated residential area.

Everyone was terrified, but even more afraid that their family members would be the next to be possessed. Therefore, this fear also fueled their fighting spirit...

Finally, the old woman's son was caught. He screamed wildly, "I'm alive now! If you dare kill me, you're committing a crime! You'll be hanged!"

Everyone was stunned by these words. Just as the old woman's son was feeling smug, a middle-aged man wearing glasses pushed up his glasses and said, "You don't understand Hong Kong law at all! The death penalty has long been abolished. The last person to be executed was a Vietnamese man in 66. The highest penalty in Hong Kong today is life imprisonment."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man wearing a white vest squeezed out of the crowd. He was carrying an axe and looked at the old woman's son with a cold laugh. "I'm over seventy years old this year, with no children. Even ghosts wouldn't target an old man like me who is old and frail. But it's just right to kill you! I still have to worry about making a living every month, so I might as well retire in prison."

The neighbors all know each other well, and what the old man said is indeed the case...

puff!

The old woman's son had an axe blade embedded between his eyebrows; he was dead, his eyes fixed on the crowd!

The crowd was in an uproar.

The old woman collapsed to the ground, weeping silently.

She experienced war as a child and knew the importance of eradicating evil completely, but she couldn't stop the grief over her son's death...

What happened in this area is happening in other areas as well, with reports of ghost possession coming from all walks of life, including fathers, wives, sons, daughters, teachers, and students.

Countless people realized the seriousness of ghosts and spontaneously held marches, forming various activities and organizations in an effort to research ways to combat them...

Hong Kong Island, police station.

Chen Ting sat in his office, watching his subordinates, who were in charge of managing the various districts, get into a chaotic mess.

He kept smoking a cigar the whole time, puffing out clouds of smoke, like an outsider who had wandered into a noisy market. He picked at his ear and even took a bite of a sandwich...

One of the subordinates couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Boss, we usually keep things very secret. We never expected someone to break into an obscure little newspaper office and cause such a commotion!"

These citizens no longer need guidance; they spontaneously photocopy leaflets about suppressing ghosts and vow to completely eradicate the ghosts of Hong Kong Island...

Aside from our ghostly state after our first death, which allows us to fly through walls, once we possess a human body, we are nothing more than humans with special abilities.

In just over three hours since that newspaper appeared, more than ten wandering ghosts hiding in the city have already been killed.

I suggest we use force to suppress this directly and quell this farce with swift and decisive action!

As if waking from a dream, Chen Ting stretched his limbs, stood up, walked to the French windows, and pointed to the surging crowd on the street in the distance, saying, "Although the number of ghosts has surged in the past two years, the ratio of humans to ghosts is still huge! Using the current global population of 64 billion as a ratio, it's 71 to 1..."

Suppression by force?

This is not an act of terrorism, but a human self-defense effort!

How many ghosts and how many people are in the firepower department? Don't you know the answer in your hearts? Now you're ordering them to suppress the villagers and protect the ghosts?
Do you think we're dying too slowly?

The subordinate also realized this problem. He always liked to put himself in a superior position when considering issues, thinking that he could solve everything with the power he held.

He forgot...

The distribution of power can easily fall apart in the face of a race’s struggle for survival!

Ghosts commanding humans to suppress humans? Don't be ridiculous.

(End of this chapter)