Warning! The evil god's minions are invading the eerie dungeon.

"Brother, are you going to counter-hunt them?"

Jiang Zhengyi sensed the murderous intent in Qi Xie's tone.

"Yes, I already have a grudge against them, so it would be good to take this opportunity to weaken their power."

Qi Xie used a pre-prepared excuse to cover up his true purpose for hunting.

"Then I'll go with you!"

Jiang Zhengyi said.

"No, you've used up too much energy all day. Stay here and rest, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with me and will only slow me down."

Qi Xie noticed the dim black light surrounding Jiang Zhengyi and refused.

"Okay... then take this."

Jiang Zheng hesitated for a moment, then realized that Qi Xie was right, so he took out a star-shaped dart from his pocket and handed it to Qi Xie.

"Um?"

Qi Xie recognized this as an item that Jiang Zhengyi had taken out in the "Ghost House" instance. It seemed to be a secret special weapon developed by the Strange Special Forces Bureau, which could not be seen on the market at all.

He took the dart, which looked like something out of a Japanese action anime, and curiously fiddled with it in his hand:

"So what exactly is this thing?"

"This is a miniature nuclear bomb."

"Me, rough?!"

Qi Xie's hand trembled, and he almost threw the thing away.

Jiang Zhengyi gave a thumbs-up and grinned, showing his teeth:

"This is something our R&D department came up with. It was originally a shaped nuclear bomb for individual soldiers that mixed with strange energy. I had to persuade them to make it into this."

What the hell is a single-soldier nuclear bomb?!

Qi Xie's lips twitched, and he subconsciously thought of an abstract term in human history—nuclear rocket.

It has a range of 2 kilometers and an explosive radius of 3 kilometers.

Of course, he thought the research and development department of the Special Operations Bureau shouldn't have come up with such a brain-dead weapon.

Sure enough, Jiang Zhengyi immediately explained:

"Don't worry, the nuclear bomb only refers to its destructive power. Thanks to the fusion of special and bizarre materials and certain strange abilities, its power will be limited to a range of five meters in diameter. This is the only one I have left, brother, take it, just in case."

Qi Xie immediately breathed a sigh of relief:

"As long as I don't have to be a close-up observer of a nuclear explosion..."

"Brother, be careful."

Jiang Zhengyi, with a serious expression, continued to recount the information he knew:

"We fought all day yesterday and roughly figured it out. In addition to the Black Saint Guild team from earlier, there are two other people in the ancient town whose individual strength is at the same level as that team. They must have been prepared by the Black Saint Guild specifically to deal with the three action captains who were dispatched for this operation."

One is known in the community as the "Spiritualist," skilled at controlling corpses; the other is nicknamed the "Red-Eyed Demon," about whom we don't know much, only that he is affected by strange abilities, his eyes are bloodshot, and he also possesses certain abilities targeting souls.

Upon hearing this, Qi Xie immediately grasped the key point:

"That 'spirit medium' is skilled at controlling corpses? So, if we just head towards the area with the strongest eerie atmosphere in the ancient town, we can find him, right?"

Having obtained the information, Qi Xie wasted no time and immediately separated from Jiang Zhengyi, using the [Spirit Sight] to move swiftly through the ancient town and begin a new round of hunting.

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At this moment, in a corner of Guying Town.

Hundreds of figures stood here, men and women, old and young, all with their heads slightly bowed, eyes rolled back, skin bluish, and covered in lividity.

They surrounded a woman dressed in black burial clothes, while facing her was another woman in a special uniform.

The one wearing the funeral clothes was naturally the "spirit medium," while the woman in uniform opposite was Wang Ling, the action team leader who came from the provincial bureau with Jiang Zhengyi and Lin Dong.

The two had already fought back and forth for over a hundred rounds, with neither gaining the upper hand. Both had their own strengths and weaknesses, and both had sustained injuries.

But overall, Wang Ling's injuries were more severe.

"Wang Ling, let me tell you the truth, you're not our target. We're all women, so if you back down, I won't lay a hand on you and will let you off the hook, okay? Why should we women make things difficult for each other? In this day and age, shouldn't women understand each other even more? Don't you think so?"

"The psychic" said leisurely, while simultaneously directing the corpses to rush forward at high speed.

A muffled thud.

The corpse flew backward and crashed into the wall, its limbs shattered and broken, but soon the filthy blood and bits of bone and flesh slowly pieced themselves back together, leaving behind a hideous bloodstain.

"Let me go? You think I'd believe your nonsense?"

Wang Ling shook her gloves, her voice clear and bright, and declared loudly with a fierce expression:

"To use your [exorcism], you not only dug up graves and stole corpses, but you also killed ordinary people and turned their entire families into corpse puppets. If you stick your head out here, I'll punch you. If you're still alive, I'll understand you."

The psychic's expression gradually darkened upon hearing this, and he said in a deep voice:

"I'm just a woman with no strength to even kill a chicken, living in this era with no one to protect me. What can I do? I'm just..."

"Get lost, you bastard! Don't tarnish our reputation as women!"

Wang Ling, a former female squad leader in the army, speaks with a sharp edge characteristic of her profession and a wild and unrestrained spirit like a hurricane from the Northwest.

"You keep talking about women, and just because you don't have a penis you think everyone should pamper you, right? You're not even human. Giving you human rights is already exploiting a legal loophole. You should kowtow to the law twice."

The psychic's expression darkened completely, and he gritted his teeth, angrily saying:

"To be honest, I really didn't intend to fight to the death with you annoying guys. After all, my corpse puppets also consume energy when fighting. This time, as long as I kill Jiang Zhengyi, I'll consider my mission complete."

But now, I've changed my mind. I'm going to turn you into a corpse puppet, so you'll forever experience the feeling of being unable to live or die!

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and the corpses went berserk again, rushing towards Wang Ling one by one.

Wang Ling quickly surveyed her surroundings.

He cursed inwardly.

I was just unlucky; my opponent just happened to be this 'spirit medium,' who happens to be the type that counters me.

Although her punches were powerful, they were now entangled with a group of corpses, so they were useless if she couldn't hit her main body.

If this continues, she will die in the line of duty before long.

"These bastards ambushed Captain Jiang? Why? Damn it, he's dead, but if he could have passed on the intelligence before he died..."

While dealing with the endless stream of corpses, Wang Ling felt anxious and helpless.

It was precisely in that moment of distraction that she was caught off guard.

One of the corpses suddenly sped up, moving much faster than the others, and darted around her fist, grabbing for her neck with one hand.

"What?!?!"

Wang Ling was startled, only then noticing that the special corpse hidden among the horde was wearing a tattered black special uniform, and its features were not unfamiliar.

This is her colleague on this mission, a member of the Mysterious Special Forces who died at the hands of the "psychic".

Because the time since death was relatively short, the other person's joints were more flexible.

"Damn it!"

Wang Ling instinctively closed her eyes, only to feel a sharp wind rushing down her throat.

PS1: I got back late, so I'll update first and then correct (typos, grammatical errors, etc.).

PS2: The female squad leader's cursing is terrifying; I've already made it more polite.

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