Weird Cards: I've Become a Ghost

Under a gloomy sky.

The dilapidated streets were unusually quiet, with only the occasional crackling of electricity from the old streetlights.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar.

Soon, under the dim light, a group of people burst into this seemingly forgotten street, breaking the surrounding silence.

The group looked tense, their faces filled with undisguised fear, as if some monster was chasing them from behind.

"Hurry up!" Zheng Hao, who was walking at the front, shouted loudly and quickened his pace.

Logically speaking, shouting in the fog is a major taboo, as it could attract strange occurrences. Zheng Hao, as a special operations team member who specializes in dealing with strange occurrences, should not make such a basic mistake.

However, the reality is not like that.

This street had already been cleared by them long ago, so there couldn't possibly be anything strange there.

Behind Zheng Hao were Du Zishan and Feng Qian, who were supporting each other, as well as Han Cen and Shen Yuanliang, whose faces were full of fear. At the very back was Wang Yao, who was responsible for bringing up the rear.

"Wait a minute, Feng Qian twisted her ankle and can't walk."

At this moment, Du Zishan's slightly weak voice rang out.

The long run had exhausted her energy; if she hadn't been training regularly, she probably would have collapsed long ago.

However, compared to her, Feng Qian's physical condition was much worse. If Du Zishan hadn't been supporting her, she probably wouldn't have been able to run very far. Sure enough, she twisted her ankle while running.

Upon hearing the sound, Zheng Hao stopped and turned around to look at Feng Qian, who was sitting on the ground with a pained expression on her face.

Zheng Hao stopped with Han Cen and Shen Yuanliang, who were following behind him.

"Xiaoqian, let me carry you on my back."

At this moment, Shen Yuanliang walked up to Feng Qian and said with concern.

However, Feng Qian, who was covering her ankle with her head down, did not respond immediately, but instead secretly glanced at Han Cen next to Shen Yuanliang.

A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Shen Yuanliang's eyes upon noticing this scene.

Understanding Feng Qian's thoughts, Du Zishan immediately said, "Let Han Cen carry me. Among us, Han Cen has the best physical strength. You can help me up later."

Despite his robust appearance, Shen Yuanliang's physical abilities are not as good as Han Cen's, who has studied martial arts at a martial arts school for several years.

"Well... alright then." Shen Yuanliang looked slightly disappointed.

But it is true.

Subsequently, with Han Cen's consent, Feng Qian, who had twisted her ankle, was carried on Han Cen's back with the help of Du Zishan.

at the same time.

Wang Yao, who had somehow walked up to Zheng Hao, suddenly whispered.

"Are all the relationships among rich kids this messy?"

Having witnessed this scene firsthand, Zheng Hao replied in a low voice, somewhat speechless, "This has nothing to do with rich kids; it depends on the person."

Wang Yao nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing with Zheng Hao's statement.

"So what do we do now?" Wang Yao asked softly.

Their final mission was to protect these four people and ensure that nothing happened to them.

However, it was precisely because of the strangeness brought by these four people that the members of their South Gate Squad suffered heavy losses. Dozens of armed patrol members still don't know how many are left. In any case, four of the six first-level martial artists stationed there died, and now only the two of them are left to lead these four rich young men to retreat towards the center of the square.

Zheng Hao gave a wry smile: "What else can we do? We'll just have to deal with it. Anyway, Captain Zhang said that reinforcements will be here soon, so we'll just wait here for now."

After saying that, he looked at Wang Yao, who was silent, and comforted her, "Don't worry, that strange body is huge. If it chases after us, it will definitely make a lot of noise."

Zheng Hao knew that Wang Yao was worried that the fleshy, ball-like monster was still chasing them. If they stopped, it was very likely that it would catch up with them. In that case, with these burdens, they would be unable to escape quickly or fight back.

Although Zheng Hao didn't know why that strange, fleshy ball was relentlessly chasing after them, he had some guesses in his mind.

He glanced at Han Cen and the others, thinking to himself, "These people are definitely hiding something from us."

Just then, Han Cen, carrying Feng Qian on his back, led Du Zishan and Shen Yuanliang to Zheng Hao's side and said, "Commander Zheng, you can go now."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hao nodded, then gestured to Wang Yao to continue bringing up the rear before resuming his journey with the others.

Just at this time.

"Da da da..."

Suddenly, a series of noisy footsteps came from the end of the street, making everyone's heart pound wildly.

"Notice."

Zheng Hao reminded him with a wary look on his face.

Even though the street had been cleared, and even though the reinforcements that had arrived might be the ones they had been waiting for, this was a world shrouded in eerie mist, where everything was strange and they had to be on guard.

The footsteps grew closer, but thankfully it ended without any real danger.

"They're here."

A sound came from afar, followed by a beam of light shining in.

The blinding light made Han Cen and the others, who were just ordinary people, instinctively close their eyes, but at that moment they were overjoyed.

Because they knew they were saved.

Seeing the fully armed patrolmen appear on the street, Zheng Hao and Wang Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the reinforcements arrived.

"Team Leader Zhang."

At this moment, Zheng Hao quickly stepped forward and saluted a resolute-looking man in black who came out of the patrol team.

"Yes, Zheng Hao, right? You've worked hard. I'll escort you to a safe place from now on."

The man in black was Zhang Shu, whose strength had reached the late stage of the second tier. His main purpose in coming here was to rescue Zheng Hao and the others, but strictly speaking, he should have come to rescue Han Cen and the other three.

Even though Zhang Shu was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to comply due to discipline.

At this moment, Zhang Shu's expression was somewhat heavy.

In fact, compared to protecting these four rich young men, he preferred to deal with the strange entity that carried the core coordinates of the mysterious fog.

Just now, the decapitation squad he was in charge of sent him a new message.

Second-tier team member Zhu Chan has sacrificed herself!

Moreover, its bizarre methods were extremely peculiar, seemingly involving the level of the soul.

"Captain Zhang, now that the strange entity carrying the core coordinates of the mysterious fog has been found, why hasn't Captain Wei made a move yet?"

Just as Zhang Shuxin was considering whether to disobey orders and help his teammates, a questioning voice sounded from behind him.

He turned around and saw a pretty, short-haired woman standing next to Zheng Hao staring at him with a questioning look.

"Your name is Wang Yao, right?" Zhang Shu sighed, remained silent for a moment, and then explained.

"Actually, Captain Wei was already prepared to take action as soon as he discovered that strange creature, but..."

Meanwhile, in the center of the community square.

The once bustling square was now eerily quiet, with scattered items suggesting a recent emergency evacuation.

At this moment, the cold wind raged, gradually stirring the curtain at the entrance of a tent in the center of the square.

Through the gap, you can see two people facing each other inside.

"No wonder this whole thing seemed off; it turns out it was a conspiracy by your cult of sorcery."

Wei Feng sat in the chair, his expression a mixture of anger and helplessness.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man dressed as a magician.

The man had the face of a Westerner from the Alliance, wearing an elegant black suit and a black top hat, exuding a noble and elegant gentlemanly air. His face was considered quite handsome even among Westerners, and his fluffy brown hair almost covered his golden eyes, which were like gemstones. His blue eyes seemed to be able to see into the depths of a person's heart.

"No, no, no, how can this be called a conspiracy? In your words, it should be called an open conspiracy."

The magician, speaking in the League's common language, calmly retorted. After taking a sip of his fragrant coffee, he very gentlemanly asked Wei Feng, "Captain Wei Feng, would you like a cup of coffee to cool down? I can tell you've been quite irritable lately."

After saying that, the magician didn't care whether Wei Feng drank it or not. He elegantly took off his top hat and placed it on the table. The next second, when the magician picked up the top hat again, a cup of steaming coffee appeared out of thin air on the previously empty table.

Immediately afterwards, the magician very kindly pushed the coffee in front of Wei Feng with his finger, and then made a gesture of invitation.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Wei Feng gritted his teeth and said, then shoved the coffee in front of him onto the ground.

Putting aside whether coffee can cool down, Wei Feng couldn't think of any other way to cool down besides killing this cultist in front of him.

"That naturally means changing this stagnant and filthy world."

The magician smiled and spoke in a calm tone, his face showing no anger at Wei Feng's rejection of his kindness.

"Hmph, you cultists always like to use the banner of changing the world to satisfy your own selfish desires." Wei Feng slammed his hand on the table, his expression growing increasingly angry.

The magician glanced indifferently at the furious Wei Feng, then took another sip of his coffee, his expression remaining calm.

"No, no, no, I'm just changing my own life in the process of changing the world." The magician put down his coffee, gently touched his top hat, and then smiled. "After all, I need to eat too."

After saying that, the magician revealed the mechanical watch on his wrist, checked the time, and said calmly, "It's about time."

"I'm sorry to trouble Captain Wei Feng to sit with me in this boring tent and chat. If it's alright, I would really like to invite you to join me in enjoying the feast that's about to begin."

At this point, the magician looked up at Wei Feng, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

"You know, that was a rare and magnificent feast of blood!"

Looking at the other person's smug expression, Wei Feng gritted his teeth in hatred. He wished he could immediately raise his fist and teach the other person a lesson, but... he couldn't.

It wasn't because the other party's strength was the same as his own, reaching the third rank, nor because the other party was an unrecorded member of the Trickster Cult, but because behind Wei Feng was a group of unarmed citizens and his brothers.

Both being at the third tier of combat power, it's uncertain whether Wei Feng can defeat this self-proclaimed magician, but the other party will definitely be able to kill a few civilians or patrolmen while fighting Wei Feng.

Otherwise, Wei Feng would have already started the fight; he wouldn't be sitting here listening to the other party spout nonsense.

"The people should have been mostly evacuated."

How could Wei Feng, who could serve as the captain of the Binhai City Special Operations Team, be a reckless man who only throws tantrums? His anger was partly genuine, but mostly an act for the magician's benefit.

As soon as the magician appeared in the tent, Wei Feng had already secretly given the order to evacuate everyone from the square.

Although this commotion certainly wouldn't escape the other side's notice, their purpose seemed to be merely to keep Wei Feng tied down here, with no intention of stopping the evacuation of personnel.

The magician continued to sip his coffee, quietly observing the angry expression on Wei Feng's face, but a hint of a cold smile began to appear on his otherwise calm face.

"I know Captain Wei Feng, you're probably thinking right now that most of the people have left, it's time to punch me out of there, but what I want to say is..."

Just then, the magician's tone suddenly paused, and his face stiffened.

However, a smile quickly returned to the other person's face, and then he lightly tapped a finger on the table.

"It's better to save some things for later. I doubt we'll be able to sit and chat so peacefully next time we meet."

After saying that, the magician snapped his fingers lightly, leaving Wei Feng with a puzzled expression.

Snapped!

The next second, the lights inside the tent went out instantly, plunging the surroundings into complete darkness.

"But I believe that before long, we will enter a completely new era, a world that belongs to humanity and the supernatural community."

The magician's words echoed in the darkness.

Soon after, as the lights came on again, the magician was nowhere to be seen in the tent. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, with only a warm cup of coffee left on the table.

Wei Feng looked down at the coffee on the table, his expression shifting between light and dark.

He had just clearly sensed the other party's malice and was preparing to attack him, but then, for some reason, the other party's malice suddenly disappeared, and not only that, the person also suddenly vanished.

However, Wei Feng also sensed something from the fleeting expression on the other person's face.

That means something seems to have happened that is beyond the other party's control.

"Could it be that Blood Feast...?"