Weird Cards: I've Become a Ghost

Just now.

Zheng Hao's slightly anxious voice came through the tiny earpiece in Spider-Man's left ear.

"Sir, something bad has happened. There are a lot of people in the mall who have suddenly gone berserk and are biting people everywhere. There have been quite a few casualties so far. Those people who have gone berserk have become very strong, and even our men have been injured."

Hearing Zheng Hao's voice, the Spider Man's expression turned somber.

However, he did not show the slightest panic, but immediately issued the order.

"Have the people outside cordon off the area, and don't let any of the crazy people leave here."

"clear."

That was the end of their conversation.

After the call ended, Spider-Man first glanced at the seemingly "crazy" customers in the coffee shop, then turned his gaze to the smiling representative of the cult, and said in a low voice, "You should know the consequences of doing this."

It's obvious that the reason those people in the mall suddenly went crazy was because of this guy.

The spokesperson, still smiling, nodded as he listened to Spider-Man's words.

"I wouldn't have done this if I didn't understand the consequences."

Having said that, he shifted his gaze from the Spider-Man to the "crazy" customers in the coffee shop, and said calmly, "And I know that as long as my customers are 'alive,' neither you members of the Night Demon Division nor you, the Night Demon Master, will do anything to me."

As he spoke, he took another sip of coffee, a look of bliss on his face.

Meanwhile, in this extremely chaotic coffee shop, the crazed people acted as if they didn't see him and Spider-Man at all. Not only did they not attack them, they also "deliberately" kept their distance from them.

At this moment, the area around the two of them had become the only remaining sanctuary in this "chaotic land".

Spider-Man, hearing the threatening undertones in the other person's words and glancing at "Pure Land" beside him, immediately understood what the other person was trying to convey.

It's obvious that the reason those crazy people in the store didn't attack Spider-Man's place is because this spokesperson is secretly manipulating things behind the scenes.

The other party's actions, coupled with what he had just said, clearly indicated to Spider-Man that although these people were "crazy," he still had a way to control them. If Spider-Man wanted to take action against him, he would have to consider how important the lives of these people in the store were.

Is it important?

At least based on the current situation, the lives of the people in the store are still important.

After all, Spider-Man is dealing with a spokesperson for the cultists today, not a cultist himself.

In this situation, these "half-dead" people still need to be rescued. However, if the person standing in front of Spider-Man today were a cultist, then the situation would be different.

At this moment, Spider-Man looked at the other person's smiling face, and he had already felt an urge to punch the other person in the face, but he still held back.

The spokesperson stared at the silent Spider-Man, his smiling face suddenly freezing.

Immediately afterwards, as if someone had cast some kind of smile transfer spell on him, the smile on his face was transferred to the Spider Man's face as well.

"That's right."

At this moment, the Spider-Man finally smiled slightly and said, "As long as you have these 'bargains' in your hands, I really won't do anything to you."

"How can you be so sure that you still have these 'chips'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene changed.

Suddenly, a black spider, smaller than a fingernail, appeared on one of the people who were going crazy in the coffee shop. Then, as if receiving a command, the black spider opened its mouth and bit down hard on the crazy people.

The next second, a man who had been bitten felt a sharp pain. Even though he was already in a frenzy, he still subconsciously frowned. Then a strong sense of dizziness followed, and he finally stumbled to the ground like a drunkard.

A similar scene also occurred with other people who went insane.

Before long, the coffee shop, which had been filled with madness and chaos, was filled with "corpses" lying haphazardly.

As the "guests" fell one after another, the smile on the spokesperson's face vanished, leaving only a deathly calm expression.

"As expected of a member of the original 13th Division of the Night Division headquarters."

The spokesperson gave the Spider-Man a deep look and said in a low voice, "It seems that your bizarre abilities are far more complex than the information suggests."

At this point, the spokesperson couldn't help but recall the information about the Night Watchers of the Coastal Ghost Division that he had previously obtained from that person.

The man in front of them, codenamed "Spider," was a member of the original 13th squad of the Night Division headquarters.

Its bizarre ability is mainly that it can shoot spider silk from its palms like a spider.

These spider silks, containing eerie energy, not only allow the target to swing between skyscrapers like a superhero, but can also be used to condense into weapons such as swords, guns, and ropes.

In addition, it is understood that the other party's body seems to be "raising" a group of small spiders, which are used for exploration.

However, the information makes no mention of the spiders the other party kept possessing the ability to conceal their presence and inject venom.

Strictly speaking, what the spiders injected into the guests' bodies was not venom, but rather "venom" with anesthetic properties, or anesthetic fluid.

Because those who fell are still "alive".

According to the spokesperson's perception, those people had simply passed out.

But he knew very well the power of that thing. Even if these people were really unconscious, he still had a way to get them moving. But now, no matter how he called out, those people lying on the ground remained motionless.

Those Jedi weren't ordinary anesthetics! Otherwise, how could they have even "anesthetized" strange energies?

After all, the basis for all strange abilities is the energy contained within strange or bizarre objects.

However, during another of his perceptions, the spokesperson discovered that the strange energy he had placed in the guests' bodies seemed to have been "anesthetized," and they did not respond to his calls at all.

Thinking of this, the spokesperson sighed softly.

"I underestimated you this time."

However, upon hearing this, the Spider-Man shook his head and said, "I underestimated you too. Your behavior doesn't resemble that of an 'ordinary' cultist representative."

At this point, Spider-Man couldn't help but recall the words the spokesperson had spoken when those guests had gone mad.

Just as the other party said.

He was stalling for time, and Spider-Man was also stalling for time.

Otherwise, why would the Spider-Man listen to so much nonsense from the other party, although there are reasons for this as mentioned before.

In fact, during this delay, both parties knew that the other was stalling for time.

The only problem is that they don't know each other's purpose in delaying the other.

However, it now seems that the spokesperson's purpose in delaying the process was to wait for the customers in the coffee shop to "take effect" and then turn into a group of extremely destructive lunatics.

The Spider-Man's purpose in stalling for time was similar to that of the other party: the customers in the coffee shop.

Although these people have been "controlled" by that spokesperson and have been turned into a half-dead state, no matter how you look at it, they are still alive.

Spider-Man knew that this spokesperson would definitely use the customers in the coffee shop to threaten him, trying to make him act against his will.

So, when he walked into the coffee shop and stood in front of the counter, he had already secretly released the black spiders inside his body and let them crawl onto the customers.

Moreover, just as the spokesperson guessed, the black spiders inside Spider-Man do indeed possess the ability to conceal their presence; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to climb onto the guests without them noticing.

However, there's one thing the spokesperson guessed wrong.

That was the liquid these black spiders injected into the guests' bodies—not an anesthetic, but real venom.

Those guests lying on the ground were indeed dead.

However, strictly speaking, this is just a state of suspended animation.

If the Spider-Man has his black spiders "suck out" the venom afterward, these people can "come back to life." Of course, if the venom isn't sucked out in time, they will truly die.

Moreover, this poison can act not only on the human body, but also on the body of the supernatural.

At this moment, upon hearing the "praise" in the Spider-Man's words, the spokesperson once again put on that slightly "kind" smile, and then said somewhat nonchalantly, "I admit that your abilities are somewhat beyond my expectations, but even if your abilities can temporarily suppress these people in the store, so what? Once something happens to me, they will forever become puppets that can be seen and heard, but cannot move."

At this point, a rare fervent look appeared in the spokesperson's eyes.

"And as you already know, it's not just the customers in this coffee shop; even those who have had coffee in my shop in this mall will go mad and gradually become soulless puppets."

"Even if you can handle the people in the store, so what? As for those people in the mall, can your Binhai Ghost Night Division send any other Ghost Masters to deal with them?"

"Relying solely on those martial artists who don't even possess any strange powers, in the end, those people will only become cold corpses."

However, after listening to the spokesperson's explanation, the Spider-Man, who had been silent, shook his head again.

"You seem to have forgotten that besides me, there's another Ghost Master involved in this operation."

Upon hearing this, the fanatical look in the spokesperson's eyes vanished instantly. Calming down, he regained his usual kind smile and said, "I know, which is why I gave a portion of the strange power to a white-collar worker who had a similar fate to me in the past. And the result was just as I guessed; you will split up."

"After all, I'm just an ordinary person. If I had to face two demon tamers at the same time, it would be a bit too much for me."

At this point, the spokesperson's smile seemed somewhat eerie, a strange kind of confidence.

Looking at the spokesperson with a "confident" expression, Spider-Man suddenly blurted out a remark.

"Have you ever considered... if that Ghost Master takes care of that so-called white-collar worker with a similar fate to you, might he come and join forces with me to deal with you?"

Upon hearing this, the spokesperson immediately replied, "Impossible."

He then smiled confidently and said, "I've also looked into that Demonic Controller's abilities. It's just a regular body transformation ability. Besides, he only recently acquired his strange powers, and even after participating in a few missions, he's still a novice. How could he possibly be so fast..."

However, before he could finish speaking, his confident smile froze.

Then, with a slightly stiff demeanor, he slowly turned his head and looked through the shop's glass at the commercial building not far away.

Nothing is impossible in this world.

At this point, Spider-Man suddenly pointed to the spokesperson's right hand, which was holding the coffee, and asked, "What do you think?"

Seeing this, the spokesperson, who seemed to have noticed something, looked down in the direction the spider man was pointing. He saw a small black spider had somehow crawled up to his upper right and then, under his gaze, bit down hard.

......

Let's rewind a few minutes.

Inside that commercial building.

Xiao He stared intently at the strange man who had become breathless and exhausted after "falling" down from the building. This man was none other than Xiao Li, the worker whose hands had turned into monstrous arms and whose whole body was twisted like a demon from hell.

However, Xiao Li doesn't look very good right now. Not only have his two "unicorn arms," ​​which were as thick as cartwheels, become much thinner, but the black aura surrounding his body has also diminished considerably.

"That's strange."

Xiao He muttered to himself.

Why does the other person suddenly seem like they've been seriously injured?

However, before he could even ponder the reason, the "person involved," Xiao Li, had already shown him the real reason through his actions.

Suddenly, Xiao Li looked up at the ceiling and, through the hole he had "fallen" through, saw the dark cloud and mist on the ceiling above.

Then, he gritted his teeth, bent his knees slightly, swung his two powerful arms, and leaped upwards like a cannonball, passing through the hole above his head and jumping back into the hall on the next floor.

And just as he regained his footing, his aura gradually returned to its previous peak state.

Downstairs, Xiao He sensed that Xiao Li's aura upstairs was gradually returning to normal, and suddenly realized the truth.

"So that's how it is!"

At this point, he was well aware that the dark cloud and mist upstairs was the source of the opponent's power. Once the distance between the opponent and that dark cloud and mist increased, the opponent's strength would also decrease.

With this in mind, Xiao He also had a solution.

After carefully sensing the approximate location of Xiao Li upstairs, he raised the flesh-and-blood blade in his hand and slashed the ceiling above him several times.

Swish!

A few cuts later.

A square cutout appeared in the ceiling.

Immediately afterwards, a square block suddenly fell down.

And falling down with him was Xiao Li, who was standing on the block looking completely bewildered.

Xiao He looked at Xiao Li, whose aura had dropped sharply again, raised the flesh-and-blood blade in his hand, smiled slightly, and said.

"Surprised? Unexpected?"