Weird Cards: I've Become a Ghost

Under the gloomy sky, a bolt of lightning suddenly ripped across the horizon, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that pierced the silent night.

at the same time.

Inside an abandoned villa on the outskirts of Binhai City.

The flash of lightning illuminated one of the rooms, making it appear eerie and terrifying.

The room's decor looked luxurious yet old, with some worn-out furniture and peeling paint on the walls indicating the room's past.

At this moment, the sound of wind and rain outside the window grew louder and louder, but strangely, the room remained extremely quiet.

Just then, the lights in the room suddenly came on. However, perhaps due to years of disrepair, the dim light initially shone intermittently, but it quickly stabilized.

Under the soft glow of the lamplight, two people can be seen sitting quietly on an old sofa in this tranquil room, gazing at each other.

One of the men, dressed in a black suit and wearing a black top hat, was none other than the cultist known as "The Magician"—John Jonathan.

Sitting opposite the magician was a tall and robust middle-aged man.

His thick black hair was casually draped over his forehead, and his eyes were deep and sharp, revealing a fierce and cold demeanor.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's calm and collected gaze was fixed on the magician. His voice was low and hoarse as he said, "I heard that you not only lost one of your men this time, but also lost a strange artifact."

Upon hearing this, the magician, who was silently listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, gently shook his head, then stared into the middle-aged man's eyes and slowly said, "First of all, I need to correct something."

"That person is not one of my subordinates, but an ally who shares the same goals as our cult."

"Moreover, he is an ally who has sacrificed his life and blood to achieve our cult's common goal."

At this point, the magician sighed deeply, his voice low and cold, and said, "As for that strange object, it's gone and that's gone. In the end, a strange object is nothing but an inanimate thing. How can it compare to an ally who is so steadfast in his belief in our cult?"

"Besides, you and I both know very well that changing this dirty world is bound to involve bloodshed and sacrifice."

At this point, the magician's tone became extremely heavy.

He seemed to be grieving for the sacrifice of that ally.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned slightly.

If these words had come from the mouth of any other cultist, he would have found them hypocritical.

But the guy in front of me is an exception.

Because he knew very well that it was precisely because of this guy's "character" that so many followers were willing to burn their lives for him.

The reason the middle-aged man frowned was simply that he didn't quite agree with the magician treating an ordinary person who hadn't even integrated into the supernatural as an "ally" of their cult.

To the middle-aged man, those people were nothing more than dogs they had raised in a cruel way.

and......

"Since you consider this subordinate an ally, why did you let him expose himself to the Binhai Guiyesi's watchful eye?"

Upon hearing this, the magician's expression remained unchanged. Instead, he calmly removed his top hat and reached inside to slowly take out a steaming cup of coffee.

In an instant, the rich aroma of coffee filled the air.

The magician looked calmly at the coffee in his hand and said slowly, "There is meaning behind every life sacrificed."

"His sacrifice will only make the muddy waters of the coastal area even muddier."

"When the water in a river becomes turbid to a certain extent, it becomes difficult to discern where the fish are swimming beneath the turbid water."

Hearing this, after calmly considering for a moment, the middle-aged man did not refute the magician's words, as it was indeed true. He stared into the magician's eyes and said in a deep voice, "The main point of my meeting with you here today is not about the sacrifice of your subordinate, nor is it about whether Guiyesi will learn anything from your subordinate. Because I know very well that since you let your subordinate expose himself, he certainly wouldn't know the focus of our mission."

At this point, the middle-aged man paused slightly, a serious look flashing in his eyes: "The higher-ups have already given orders that we must complete this task within a month."

"But what I didn't expect was that the guy was the one sent by the headquarters of the Night Demon Division to set up a branch in Binhai."

The magician nodded silently and calmly replied, "I know, but I heard that guy is injured now and won't pose any major threat to our plan."

"But ultimately, that guy is still a threat."

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned sharp and calm: "This mission was originally supposed to be carried out by you, me, and that undead guy together."

"But on his way to take up his post as the head of the Binhai Ghost Night Division branch, that unlucky guy, the Undead, was targeted by him. If it weren't for the Undead's special abilities that allowed him to escape every time, that guy would have already reduced him to ashes."

"However, I don't care what happens to the undead guy when he gets caught. What I care about is the part of the mission he's in charge of."

"Now, the only part of the whole plan that's missing is the part that the undead will be responsible for."

Upon hearing this, the magician frowned slightly, not quite understanding the middle-aged man's words.

Before they arrived, the people above had already assigned each of them tasks based on their unique abilities.

Even if the mission fails because the undead cannot complete his task in time, the higher-ups will at most just dismember the undead, and will not blame the two of them for the failure.

This is one of the most enlightened aspects of the cult.

If anyone drags the team down, then the higher-ups will only punish that person.

Although the mission seemed quite important, the magician didn't quite agree with the price to be paid for carrying it out.

So, after completing his assigned tasks, the magician started slacking off, since the core person responsible for initiating the mission wasn't him, but the middle-aged man in front of him.

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to realize what the magician was thinking. He then fixed his gaze on the magician and said slowly in a low voice, "I know what you're thinking."

"And I also know why you took on this task."

At this point, the middle-aged man looked the magician up and down with a meaningful gaze, as if he were meeting this sorcerer, this cultist, for the first time.

"To be able to orchestrate such a mysterious fog projection, it seems your scheme is far from simple!"

The magician smiled slightly, slowly placed the coffee in his hand on the table in front of him, and said, "This matter does not seem to affect our mission this time, and if it weren't for me, I doubt the headquarters of the Night Demon Division would have sent people to Binhai so quickly."

"Although the people they sent were not quite what we expected."

At this point, the magician spread his hands, seemingly helpless.

After all, plans can't keep up with changes, and this kind of situation always happens from time to time.

"I know."

The middle-aged man nodded: "What I mean is, if you don't want those people to know you've obtained the 'Seed of Blood Calamity,' you'd better cooperate with me to complete this mission."

Upon hearing the words "seed of bloodshed," the magician's expression finally underwent a subtle change. His pupils contracted slightly, and he then picked up his coffee again and took a sip.

Then, the room fell silent.

After a long while, the magician frowned, put the empty coffee cup back into the hat, and then put the hat back on his head.

Then, the magician's kind smile returned to his face.

"So how do you want me to cooperate?"

He didn't say anything like, "How did you know I had the Blood Curse Seed?"

After all, the magician knew very well that the other party would not answer his question.

Although he didn't know how the middle-aged man knew that he had obtained the Blood Calamity Seed in the eerie mist.

But he only knew a little bit.

That is, everyone has their own secret.

And just as a middle-aged man understands a magician's "character," a magician also understands the other person's "character."

Since the other party has said so, as long as the magician stops "slacking off" and cooperates properly, the other party will keep the fact that he possesses the Blood Seed to themselves.

However, the magician was not about to be so easily threatened by the middle-aged man.

He thought to himself that he would definitely try to outmaneuver the other party in the future.

Upon hearing the magician's "willingness" to cooperate, the middle-aged man smiled for the first time—a slightly stiff smile that could frighten a three-year-old.

"I know that stirring up the waters of the coast is one of the tasks you're responsible for, and I also know that you don't really agree with this mission."

"Although the purpose of this mission is also to achieve the common goal of the cult, I know you don't like this final process."

"It's alright, as long as you cooperate well with me and complete the task assigned to you by the undead, I won't mention the words 'Seed of Blood Calamity' to anyone after we leave Binhai."

The magician nodded, but then seemed to realize something and frowned, asking, "So, it's certain that the undead guy won't be able to return to Binhai?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "I received information that the people that guy sent out, including the main force of the Binhai Special Operations Team, are already on their way back to Binhai."

Upon hearing this, the magician frowned.

He thought to himself, since they're already on their way back, doesn't that mean they've given up on hunting the undead? Why are they still...?

Just then, the middle-aged man continued, "However, that guy sent someone to headquarters to request support. Now, the Tenth Squad of the Night Demon Division headquarters is in charge of the pursuit of that undead guy."

magician:"......"

What exactly did that undead guy do?

All he did was plan a few bizarre attacks in Binhai and other cities, right? Why is it like we dug up that guy's ancestral grave, that he actually made that guy who values ​​his reputation so much lower himself to ask headquarters for support?

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to have seen through the magician's thoughts once again. He rubbed his temples, looking somewhat helpless.

"You and I both know just how insane that 'Undead' guy is with those weird and strange creatures that have the ability to 'resurrect'."

"As far as I know, this guy, the Undead, got some information from somewhere that a strange thing appeared in a cemetery that can resurrect people who have been dead for no more than three days, and that this strange thing looks like a coffin."

"So, in the middle of the night, the spirits sneaked into the cemetery and dug up all the coffins."

The magician frowned: "Aren't they all urns for ashes now? Where are the coffins?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "That's an old cemetery, and there are still quite a few coffins inside."

Upon hearing this, the magician's eyes lit up with thought, and he guessed, "Could this undead guy be...?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

"That's right, the undead guy was really unlucky, he dug up that guy's grandfather."

"Otherwise, how could they have 'just happened' to encounter the undead on their way to Binhai, and how could the main force of the Binhai Special Operations Team have 'just happened' to be out on a mission?"

Long before that guy discovered that his ancestral grave had been dug up by the undead, he had already ordered his men to keep an eye on the undead's every move, including secretly monitoring the undead's use of a certain strange creature with resurrection abilities to "experiment".

Upon hearing this, the magician was slightly taken aback.

That unlucky ghoul really did dig up someone else's ancestral grave!

......

at the same time.

Binhai Ghost Night Division Branch.

Inside the office on the third floor.

Spider-Man pushed open the office door, holding the information he had obtained after interrogating He Wei.

The moment the door opened, Xue Futu, the head of the Binhai Guiye Division branch and also the leader of the Spider Man, turned his gaze over and calmly asked, "Did you get any important information?"

The Spider-Man nodded, then stepped forward and handed over the intelligence he was holding.

Seeing this, Xue Futu reached out and took it, then began to read it.

At that moment, the Spider-Man said with a solemn expression, "After hypnotizing He Wei, the spokesperson for the Trickster Cult, we obtained three important pieces of information from him."

One of them is about...