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"Hey, according to headquarters regulations, only the person in charge can mobilize the city's gold reserves."

Zhao Jianguo felt mentally exhausted.

The ghost tamers are all madmen, all have mental problems, and if one is not handled properly, it will become an extremely dangerous supernatural event.

"You want me to join the official team? Forget it, you might as well invite Xiao Yang!"

Su Jiu glanced at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, who was reading a novel, looked up.

He was witnessing the ghost messenger incident and saw how headquarters deliberately concealed information, leading him to several close calls.

He almost died.

"hehe!"

Yang Jian let out a disdainful laugh.

The Ghost Riders Headquarters is, in some ways, a bit of a trap.

Yang Jian was tricked several times, and several times he wanted to leave headquarters.

"You can consider it. Headquarters can provide a lot of help to Ghost Tamers, such as the gold and money you need..."

Zhao Jianguo's voice came from the phone.

"Alright, alright, it's no use talking to me. I'll just transfer the gold. Anyway, it's all for imprisoning evil spirits, so your headquarters won't lose out."

After saying that, Su Jiu hung up the phone.

At this point in time, the headquarters is still quite useful, at least it can provide gold to imprison evil spirits.

With a casual wave of his hand, Su Jiu caused pieces of gold to melt. These pieces of gold writhed and merged like liquid, eventually forming a large mass of liquid gold.

With gold, one can imprison evil spirits.

"go!"

Su Jiu used Ultraman's mental power to control the gold.

A small clump of liquid gold separated and flew toward the old man behind Zhang Wei.

"Zhang Wei, put down the knocking ghost!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Zhang Wei quickly put the knocking ghost down.

Su Jiu lightly tapped her finger, and the golden liquid quickly enveloped the knocking ghost before solidifying.

One second later.

A lifelike golden statue of an old man appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Detention complete. Zhang Wei, see if you can add it to your personal space."

"Wow, group owner, that's awesome!"

Zhang Wei stared in amazement at the golden statue in front of him.

Slide your finger.

Zhang Wei opened the chat group and tapped it lightly.

The golden statue has been stored in a personal space.

Personal spaces cannot store living beings, but the imprisoned knocking ghost is clearly not a living being.

The remaining gold.

Su Jiu put it away.

"By the way, Yang Jian, here, take this. You can discuss it with Zhao Jianguo! As for whether or not to join headquarters, you can decide after you finish reading the whole novel! Headquarters can be a bit of a trap sometimes."

Su Jiu casually tossed the satellite-guided phone to Yang Jian.

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Hongfa Temple, Dachang City.

The four people stood at the main gate of the temple.

In the quiet of the night, the monks of Hongfa Temple were all asleep.

"This is it."

Su Jiu looked at the plaque of Hongfa Temple and nodded.

Yang Jian obtained the Ghost Eye here, while the original owner of the Ghost Eye, the Ghost Eye Master, was nailed to this spot.

Su Jiu took a step forward, and the gate of Hongfa Temple opened automatically.

Ultraman telekinesis is a really useful ability.

The four entered Hongfa Temple, where all was quiet.

Su Jiu dispersed her thoughts to sense that there was a basement beneath Hongfa Temple.

"Found it."

Zhang Wei asked hesitantly, "Does this count as stealing?"

Su Jiu looked at the silent temple.

"Um... just letting them know shouldn't count."

The abbot, who was sleeping in the backyard of Hongfa Temple, suddenly flew up.

The intense feeling of weightlessness jolted him awake from his dream.

When he woke up, he found himself flying in mid-air.

Below him is Hongfa Temple.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

He instinctively screamed and started gesturing wildly.

Su Jiu used Ultra Telekinesis to envelop the host in a ball. This ball was very well sealed, even blocking out sound.

The host, who had been screaming, couldn't make a sound.

Then, he landed in front of everyone.

Su Jiu stepped forward, a gentle smile on her face.

"Hello, host. Nice to meet you. My name is Su Jiu."

The abbot of Hongfa Temple was an elderly bald monk.

At this moment, the host's face turned pale.

Clearly, the high-altitude flight had frightened him quite a bit.

"Who are you...?"

The host tried to compose himself and suppress his panic.

"We've come here to retrieve something—something that can imprison evil spirits."

"You want to take the Vajra pestle?"

The host was horrified.

"I think 'coffin nails' would be a more fitting name; those things are useful to me."

Su Jiu said.

The host quickly shook his head: "No, no, if you take away the Vajra Pestle, something extremely terrifying will come out."

Su Jiu patted the host on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll handle the after-sales service. I'll take care of that thing for you. It's a bomb anyway, and if it's not defused, it'll explode sooner or later."

The Lord of the Demon Eyes was nailed to death by coffin nails.

But sooner or later, the coffin nails will be removed because they are needed, and the Lord of the Demon Eyes will be released.

Rather than letting this bomb explode in the future, it's better to deal with it now!

"Who...who are you people?"

The host didn't think the four people in front of him were ordinary people; he had just actually flown.

"You can think of us as people who specialize in handling that kind of thing. Don't worry, host, leave everything to us."

After Su Jiu finished speaking, she went to the basement.

Seeing this, the host knew he couldn't stop it.

"Wait for me, I'll take you there."

With the host leading the way, everyone quickly arrived at the basement.

The host held a flashlight, the beam illuminating the dimly lit basement.

Yang Jian stroked the basement wall.

"This is it!"

The basement has an old-fashioned style and was probably built during the Republic of China period.

In this mysteriously resurrected world, anything related to the Republic of China era is more or less connected to ghosts.

"This is it."

The host, his hand trembling slightly, pointed the flashlight at the old wooden door of the basement.

The wooden door was tightly shut, and it was covered with gold leaf.

Gold is unaffected by the power of evil spirits, therefore this door can keep out the supernatural.

"Thank you for hosting, but please don't come in. That thing is quite scary."

Su Jiu took a step forward.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The door, sealed with gold leaf, opened automatically.

A biting cold wind suddenly blew out from the passageway.

This wind felt very unnatural, and it was excessively cold.

The host couldn't help but shudder, and fear began to grow within him.

"Esteemed benefactors, please be careful."

Su Jiu was the first to step into the passage.

"Don't worry, host."

The four were quickly engulfed by the darkness inside the passage.

The old wooden door creaked and rattled incessantly.

The passageway was a bit damp, and there was some moss on the walls.

Su Jiu stretched out her hand, and a ball of light appeared in her palm.

The CD player dispelled the darkness and illuminated the surroundings.

The end of the passage is getting closer and closer.

Zhang Wei was a little scared; among the four, he was the only one who was an ordinary person through and through.

"arrive!"

Su Jiu pointed her finger forward, and the ball of light flew forward, illuminating the room at the end of the passage ahead.

A gigantic bone tree appeared before everyone's eyes.