Weird Cards: I've Become a Ghost

"This car isn't weird after all?"

Xiao He was somewhat surprised.

He was somewhat confused. The taxi and the driver looked very strange no matter how he looked at it, so why did the information from the black card say that the pile of car wreckage on the ground was neither the remains of a strange body nor the strange object left behind after a strange death, so it did not meet the criteria for being transformed into a strange card?

"That's strange."

Xiao He frowned as he looked at the pile of car wreckage on the ground, which was still emitting wisps of black smoke.

He could definitely sense strange energy fluctuations from this pile of things, and when the "ghost taxi" first appeared, it was emanating a strong eerie aura.

All these signs point to the fact that this taxi is suspicious.

and many more!

Could it be because...?

At this moment, Xiao He suddenly thought of something.

Then, he crouched down again and placed his hands on the pile of car wreckage.

Soon, he sensed that the strange energy emanating from the pile of car wreckage was dissipating at an extremely rapid pace.

"A ghost?"

Xiao He's eyes narrowed.

When the black card in his mind failed to transform the pile of car wreckage on the ground into a strange card, and the subsequent message told him what was going on, he already had some guesses in his mind.

First of all, Xiao He absolutely believed the information on the black card. After all, all the abilities he had gained today came from the other party, so if the black card said that these car wrecks were neither strange remains nor strange objects, then it must be true.

Fortunately, Xiao He had also brushed up on the relevant knowledge of the supernatural, so he knew very well that after a supernatural being that could be killed died, there were only two possibilities: either the supernatural energy dissipated outward and turned into nothingness, or the supernatural energy gathered inward and turned into a supernatural creature.

Moreover, in either case, there is a possibility of leaving behind a bizarre "corpse".

However, the strange energy within these remaining bizarre corpses, or strange remains, does not dissipate as quickly as water flows away; it is similar to how an animal's internal organs continue to function for a period of time after death.

However, the strange energy within the pile of car wreckage in front of Xiao He was dissipating at an abnormal rate.

There is only one reasonable explanation for this situation: the taxi and its driver are not strange, nor are they even a strange object.

However, they were likely puppet-like beings created by a strange object.

Xiao He had seen something similar on the internal network of the Ghost Night Division: a mysterious artifact resembling the tiger tally of generals from the previous era, capable of summoning an undead legion.

In just one night, this undead legion slaughtered a small city, causing the most severe damage in the Alliance's history of a hundred years.

Later, the alliance paid a heavy price to seal the tiger tally artifact.

During that war, the Alliance discovered that although the summoned undead soldiers were surrounded by a strange aura, they were not actually strange, but rather puppets with strange energy.

Afterwards, the weapons, armor, and other items left behind by the undead soldiers were discovered by Alliance scholars to be neither strange objects nor ordinary burial goods.

When Xiao He discovered that the pile of car wreckage on the ground could not be transformed into strange cards, this case was the first thing that came to his mind.

"So... it was all for nothing again?"

Xiao He frowned slightly.

But the next second, a thought struck him, and he suddenly realized that the most valuable thing right now was not the pile of car wreckage in front of him, but the strange object that could turn the car wreckage into a bizarre puppet.

Just as Xiao He was pondering, the logistics team members who had been hiding in the shadows nearby immediately came out.

After all, his job was to be in charge of logistics for Xiao He, the master of deception.

At this moment, Zheng Hao, holding a submachine gun and wearing a black combat uniform, walked over with a serious expression.

He glanced at the pile of car wreckage on the ground, then looked at Xiao He and asked, "Sir, should we move this stuff back?"

As the saying goes, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise.

Zheng Hao, being merely a martial artist, naturally couldn't discern that the pile of car wreckage in front of him didn't belong to any strange remains or supernatural objects.

Although these logistics team members were also equipped with instruments that could detect strange energy fluctuations, how could the things detected by these instruments be as accurate as what Xiao He, the master of eerie perception, could sense?

So when he saw the "ghost taxi" being slashed to death by Xiao He, and the car body suddenly falling apart into a pile of wreckage, he subconsciously assumed that the pile of things on the ground were the strange remains that needed to be dealt with after previous missions.

As for the strange remains that appear in bizarre events, their usual practice is to transport them to a safe place for proper storage. Since the establishment of the Night Demon Division in Binhai, that storage place has become the address of the Night Demon Division.

After all, Guiye Si is the safest place in Binhai City right now.

"No......"

At this moment, Xiao He, still deep in thought, was about to subconsciously say that there was no need to transport it away.

After all, these things on the ground are not the remains of the strange creatures, and once the strange energy remaining in them completely disappears, they will just be a pile of scrap metal. They might be able to sell them for scrap and get some money, but there's no need to transport them back to the Night Demon Division.

However, before he could say it, Xiao He suddenly thought of something.

Perhaps by following the clues through this pile of scrap metal, we can find the mysterious object behind it all.

Moreover, this pile of things is just a bunch of scrap metal to him, but it might have other uses for Guiyesi.

After thinking it over again, he nodded and said, "Okay, take it away."

"Yes."

Upon receiving Xiao He's order, Zheng Hao immediately slung his submachine gun over his shoulder and then called on his teammates to move the pile of car wreckage on the ground into a vehicle hidden in the bushes not far away.

Just as the logistics team was carefully moving the car wreckage off the ground, Xiao He's communicator rang.

"How's the situation at the cemetery?"

Spider-Man's deep voice slowly came through the communicator.

"A taxi finally arrived..."

Xiao He slowly recounted the events that had transpired to the other party in detail.

After a moment of contemplation, he revealed his discovery. After all, this situation couldn't be kept secret, and even a newcomer like him could see it, let alone the seasoned Spider-Man.

"I see..."

The Spider-Man sounded somewhat surprised on the communicator.

It seems he didn't expect this mission to take such a turn.

In fact, Xiao He understood this very well.

If it were just an "ordinary" case of a bizarre attack, it would only be a little troublesome at most. But if it were an attack by a strange creature, then the nature of the matter would be different.

Because... only humans can use supernatural objects.

So when Xiao He guessed that the taxi was a strange puppet created by some kind of mysterious object, he knew that this mission would probably not be as "simple" as before.

After all, the only people who can use magical artifacts are ordinary people who obtain them by chance, and cultists.

However, the probability of an ordinary person obtaining a strange object is extremely low.

After a long silence on the other end of the communicator, the Spider-Man continued, "Put the things away and wait for me to come back to deal with them."

He wanted to confirm whether the broken pieces of metal left behind after the taxi fell apart were really related to some strange object, as Xiao He had said.

If this mission is really just a bizarre puppet created by a strange creature, then things are going to get complicated.

Thinking of this, Spider-Man, who was standing at a secluded bus stop and was about to say something to Xiao He, looked up and saw a bus slowly approaching under the dim streetlights.

With Spider-Man's eyesight, he could clearly see that the bus's rusty body was covered with countless graffiti and scratches.

Seeing this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said into the communicator, "If nothing unexpected happens, I might take the bus back later."

At this moment, on the other end of the communication.

Upon hearing the Spider-Man's words, Xiao He was taken aback for a moment.

However, he quickly understood the meaning behind the Spider-Man's words.

The other party must have found that ghost bus and wanted to hitch a ride back to the cemetery.

However, just as Spider-Man said, if nothing unexpected happens, the final stop of that ghost bus will be the cemetery where Xiao He is. But if this ghost bus is indeed created by a strange object as Xiao He thinks, then when the taxi was destroyed in Xiao He's hands, the owner of that strange object should have already noticed it.

If that's the case, then the final destination of this ghost bus becomes unknown.

the other side.

Shortly after Spider-Man ended the call, the "ghost bus" slowly came to a stop in front of the station.

woohoo~

With a horn blaring, the car door slowly opened, accompanied by a piercing click.

Apart from the driver, who was dressed as a dead man, there were no other passengers in the car.

When a rotten and foul odor wafted from the bus door, the Spider-Man on the platform felt a chill run down his spine. The next second, it was as if an invisible force was pulling him into this "ghost bus."

This force was like a seven or eight-year-old child pulling him forward. Although he could ignore it, in order to verify whether this "ghost bus" was really a creation of a monster, he gave up resisting and let the force pull his body slowly towards the bus.

After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

......

at the same time.

In the top-floor office of a high-rise building sat an elderly man who was over seventy years old.

He was dressed in a neat suit, with a simple ring on his finger. His sparse and graying hair was neatly combed, and his bright and clear eyes were hidden in deep sockets, shining with a calm and steady light. He exuded an aura of authority.

This old man was Zhou Tai, the chairman of the Zhou Group, a local power in Binhai City.

Zhou Tai has been in business for decades, experiencing countless honors and challenges. The passage of time has not diminished his fighting spirit; on the contrary, he is more energetic and spirited.

Unfortunately, time waits for no man. No matter how spirited and ambitious Zhou Tai was, his health was deteriorating day by day.

So, having practically stepped into his coffin, he knew one thing well: seize the day and enjoy life.

His entire office was decorated in a style that exuded a strong classical and traditional atmosphere.

A huge wooden desk made of rosewood occupies the center of the room, with neatly arranged folders and exquisite stationery on its surface.

On one side is an ornately decorated bookshelf covered with intricate carvings, displaying a wide variety of books and souvenirs. The office walls are also adorned with some valuable oil paintings and photographs.

However, now, besides Zhou Tai, there is another Western man in the office who is also dressed in a suit and looks elegant and gentlemanly.

At this moment, the Western man is savoring the coffee in his cup, a look of pure bliss on his face.

If Xiao He were here, he would definitely recognize at a glance that this Western man is the same cultist who called himself "The Magician" that he had met before—John Jonathan.

Looking at the magician sitting across from him, sipping coffee, Zhou Tai frowned slightly, staring at him seriously, and said slowly in a heavy tone, "I've done what I promised you, but what you promised me..."

Hearing Zhou Tai's slightly dissatisfied tone, the magician simply raised his head calmly, smiled, and replied, "Don't worry, I will never break my promise."

"But as you know, because of that incident, Binhai established a branch of the Night Demon Division, so sometimes my actions are not very convenient."

"If it weren't for a guy in the Ghost Cult running into the line of fire of the person in charge of the Binhai Ghost Night Division, I might not be standing in front of you today."

"But don't worry, I'm already doing what I promised you."

Zhou Tai frowned.

If it weren't for the cultist's promise to extend his lifespan, he wouldn't have risked losing his head to cooperate with him.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Tai lowered his voice and asked, "Are you sure your method has no side effects, and that the Night Squad won't detect any strange energy on me?"

The magician smiled slightly and said calmly, "Don't worry, there will be absolutely no side effects. Although this method involves a strange object, only a small amount of strange energy will remain in your body after use, and this energy will gradually dissipate after a period of time."

"As long as you find a safe place to stay for ten days or half a month, I guarantee that the Night Demon Division's instruments will not detect any strange energy on you after you come out."

After hearing the magician's words, Zhou Tai's expression relaxed slightly.

However, at that moment, he suddenly noticed that the magician sitting opposite him had a slight change in expression, but quickly returned to his original expression.

"Looks like the Seaside Ghost Knight is moving pretty quickly!"