I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

All the ghosts moved.

A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of Chen Xi's neck.

She gripped the baton, trying to find the evil spirit hiding within.

But no one knows what the hidden evil spirit looks like, whether it is tall or short, fat or thin, or even its gender.

"Click-clack click-clack..."

"Click click click..."

The ghosts rolled their eyes frantically, like a group of puppets manipulated by a puppeteer.

Therefore, the puppeteer must be somewhere watching over them and directing them.

"Don't move."

Chen Xi squeezed out a sound through gritted teeth, his toes turning slightly to slowly adjust his body's direction, ready to deal with a surprise attack at any moment.

The incense had burned down to one-third of its burning point when suddenly...

"what!"

Kang Xiaojia shuddered violently, her body arched backward, and her ankles lashed out like scorpion tails as she was dragged backward!

Chen Xi turned around, grabbed Kang Xiaojia's wrist, and pulled her back with all her might—

The force was terrifying; Chen Xi could even see finger-shaped bruises appearing on her calves!

It felt like five fingers were pushing out from under the skin!

"What the hell is that?!"

Chen Xi swung his baton heavily down towards Kang Xiaojia's ankle:

"Get out of here!"

boom!

The spot where the baton hit was sticky and thick, like hitting a muddy riverbank—the force of the baton was completely absorbed.

Kang Xiaojia's body suddenly stopped, and the invisible hand on her ankle loosened its grip.

"Get away! Get away!"

Kang Xiaojia scrambled to her feet and began wildly swinging her baton through the air:

"Why is everyone bullying me? Why is everyone bullying me?! Why? Do I look like someone you can mess with?! ******!"

She swung the baton with all her might in front of and behind her, making a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

Even the smoke from the "Returning Soul Incense" was scattered in several wisps by her baton.

"Walk!"

Chen Xi called out and pulled Kang Xiaojia toward their teammates. The four of them quickly huddled together, back to back, scanning the surroundings from all four directions simultaneously.

The ghosts on the rooftop were still surging, but they seemed to have found new toys.

The smoke from the incense of returning souls swirled above the heads of the ghosts, spreading wider and wider, while the ghosts' eyes twitched incessantly.

Then Wang Lei flew out.

There was no warning whatsoever.

One second he was standing in a line of four, the next second, it was as if a giant hand had grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and thrown straight toward the rooftop wall several meters away!

"Splash—"

The paper half of his body crashed into the cement wall and was immediately torn in half. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and he kept spitting out paste.

Jiang Chen had already pounced on him.

He leaped out like a wild beast, his four limbs landing on the ground in a way that was not human at all, and he grabbed Wang Lei at the last moment!

Wang Lei was very light—half of his body was made of paper, making him much lighter than a living person—and Jiang Chen dragged him back from the edge of the rooftop.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, and Jiang Chen rolled twice on the ground before stopping.

He rolled over and got up, blood trickling down his jaw and dripping onto the concrete floor, but his expression only became more excited:

"Evil spirits are invisible, right? Then if someone had the ability to see ghosts, could they see them?"

"Are you a pervert?"

Wang Lei sat on the ground, vomiting mucus, shivering as he clutched his broken half of his body.

"Captain, be careful!"

He spat out goo and warned in a low voice, "I can feel that thing. That thing is treating us like toys."

As if in response to his words, the wisps of smoke from the incense dissipated in the air, outlining a man's face:

Although it was extremely brief, lasting only a moment, it was enough for everyone to see.

High cheekbones, deep-set eyes, fleshy face, upturned corners of the mouth, and a resentful yet seemingly enjoying look in his eyes.

The face appeared in the smoke, then vanished in the smoke.

It resembles a sand painting blown away by the wind.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Chen Xi hissed. "The evil spirit has appeared! You haven't even gotten your points yet!"

These words were shouted at Chen Shulan.

She knew the other person must be hiding somewhere on the rooftop, watching everything through a pair of eyes.

This statement is a warning to the other party—the evil spirit has appeared, and if you don't come out, we will die here.

[A girl was born later.]

A voice came from behind Chen Xi, almost touching his ear.

Chen Xi could even feel someone gently stroking the back of her neck with their fingernails.

[That thing is very cunning; its true form isn't here. I've looked for it many times before.]

Chen Shulan's voice seemed to come from near and far, sometimes in my left ear, sometimes in the back of my head:

[It is interested in you; you must find a way to locate its true form.]

The true form of the evil spirit is not here.

Chen Xi was startled. What was "that face" that they saw?

Her gaze swept quickly over the ghostly figures on the rooftop who were looking up at the sky.

Each one had its eyes darting around and its mouth opening and closing silently.

They are all repeating the same sentence and the same lip movements:

Come find me.

Why does this ghost want to be found?

Why do we want them to find themselves?

The next moment, a loud shout came from not far away.

"pay close attention!"

It was Amin from the mixed-race team. He was grabbed by an invisible hand, his clothes billowed up at the back, and he was violently pulled toward the edge of the rooftop!

His entire back slammed against the railing, his upper body dangling in the air, and he was about to fall!

Without hesitation, Amin grabbed the rusty iron knife at his waist and forcefully shoved it into the crack between the bricks of the building!

"Snap!"

The blade got stuck in the mortar gap between the bricks, the metal scraping against the stone with an extremely harsh sound. Amin used the momentum to jump up, trying to flip back over.

Ah Shan immediately followed and grabbed his hand!

Then, Amin successfully flipped back to the inside of the rooftop.

But all she managed to pull back was half an arm and a head that was rapidly bleeding from its neck.

"thump--"

A muffled thud came from downstairs.

It was like a piece of meat that had been thrown into the alley.

Ashan screamed, still clutching the severed torso in her hand. Her face was blank, unable to contort into any expression.

"Ah, Ah Min, he, his arm is broken..."

The priest and the mixed-race child exchanged a glance, a hint of hesitation flashing across the latter's face.

The situation is now beyond her control. Should she continue searching, or prioritize saving her life?

Father Collevo grabbed Asan and pulled her away from the half-corpse, while the mixed-race boy dragged her toward the stairwell entrance.

As if still reeling from the blow, Shan remained clenching her fingers as she was forcibly dragged away by her two teammates.

But their escape seemed to have angered the unseen demon.

The horde of ghosts resumed their activity, surging towards the two squads from all directions.

The densely packed ghostly figures, one after another, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, resembled a wall slowly closing in on the rooftop.

"Bang bang bang!"