Mysterious Recovery: Confused World

Chapter 20 Man-made loss of control and the elderly
Daxia, Dachuan?
Shen Lin, Li Leping?

Is there an S-rank in the city of these two people?Why not in that memory?
He had some trust in that memory, but he didn't believe it verbatim. Although he was curious about what happened to the two future captains, Shen Lin and Li Leping, the top priority was to deal with the immediate matter.

"I don't need the support of the ghost master from the headquarters. I just need to send more gold when I send it over later."

"There are too many ghosts, and if they are restricted, they will easily cause major problems." Wang Chaling said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements, then I'll leave it to you," Cao Yanhua said.

All kinds of gold containers in Dabao City were called first, and several large trucks stopped at the address left by Wang Chaling.

"Mr. Wang, hello, my name is Zhou Yuan, and I am the person in charge of Dabao City. I have received orders from Vice Minister Cao to meet you."

Zhou Yuan lowered his head, scanned all kinds of ghosts scattered on the ground, and couldn't help swallowing.

Originally, he just wanted to see who is the person in charge of Dadong City who came to his site without saying hello.

Now that I've seen it, I can only say that I can't afford to offend him. If all these ghosts on the ground come back to life, they can kill him dozens of times.

"Only these ghosts are all suppressed, and they won't recover within five or six hours. Just put them into the golden container as soon as possible. By the way, some ghosts may carry curses, so it's best not to touch them directly."

There were too many ghosts in this group, and most of them were restricted by his grandfather. He only had a few in custody, so it was impossible to understand all the rules of killing.

"Okay." Zhou Yuan, who was stretching his hand towards the ghost, froze, and quickly took out a pair of gold braided gloves and put them on.

"Please watch here for the time being. People from the headquarters and Dadong City will come soon, and they will take away these ghosts."

Leaving a hint to prevent this guy from getting greedy and attacking Li Gui, Wang Chaling drove Huang Quan away from here.

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Returning to the dark space again, Wang Chaling glanced in the direction of the white mist, and several ghosts were wandering around the white mist.

Some of them were already submerged in the white mist, but within a few seconds, they were completely invisible.

"The white mist ghost is absorbing the fierce ghost, and it is constantly growing itself. Do you want to deal with this white mist ghost first?"

Wang Chaling looked at the white mist that seemed to be devouring the ghost. After thinking about it, he decided to ignore it for the time being.

"Gui Lip summoned most of the underground ghosts, as well as the previously revived ghosts, to attack me, and they were all imprisoned in the end. Baiwu didn't have enough ghosts, and they couldn't grow stronger. At most, it was a little troublesome."

Wang Chaling's figure suddenly appeared in front of the dilapidated wooden door, surrounded by four terrifying ghosts.

He glanced at the chain that was casually thrown on the ground, and reached out to pick it up. It was a good thing.

There are not many things in the spiritual land, but there are many ghosts and supernatural items, especially this kind of spiritual land related to the trade of ghost masters.

Although it is just a chain to lock the gate, it is not a simple chain that can lock the gate of Guizhuang.

Pushing open the door, which is in vain, the first thing you see is a street full of shops on both sides.

"Sure enough, someone is playing tricks." Wang Chaling walked quickly to the door of a shop, with an extremely gloomy expression on his face.

Several human arms, thighs, and a head without facial features were scattered from the door of the shop to the inside.

There were still long bloodstains on the ground, spreading into the depths of the darkness.

Wang Chaling picked up a golden object on the ground. It was a gold badge with a cross logo on it.

"The ghost masters of the church originally wanted you to fight against the king's organization, but they actually put their hands in here. They really want to die."

Wang Chaling didn't know why the ghost masters from abroad were able to pass Zhang Dong and they reached in, and whether there was intentional acquiescence of the older generation.

But since he stretched out his hand, he had to cut it off, but Wang Chaling was a greedy person, and one "hand" couldn't satisfy him.

"There are more and more things, and I don't care a little bit more. It's better to go abroad before going to Fu County, so that those mice can be more peaceful during this time."

He Wang Chaling is not a good person, he admitted this, but he still went back to do some things.

Just as Wang Chaling bent over, a crowd of people suddenly appeared on the empty street.

"Young man, what do you want to buy? My fabric is the best in the entire village. Do you want to buy it and make some clothes?"

The shop in front of him has also become very clean, blood and stumps have all disappeared, leaving only large and small cloth, and a smiling boss.

Wang Chaling didn't answer. The area just entered the door belongs to the trading area of ​​Guizhuang, so you can't talk casually here.

Going against the flow of people, Wang Chaling kept walking towards the end of the street. Dark red blood kept pouring out from around, and the whole street seemed to be flooded.

Only Wang Chaling, surrounded by four souls of the dead, isolated a small space.

"Wang Chaling, don't leave, there is a problem ahead..."

"Wang Chaling, come back, the curse of the Wang family is over, go back with your parents..."

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A large group of blood-colored people were blocked outside, and low murmurs echoed in Wang Chaling's ears.

Wang Chaling looked bored, this kind of voice was not only harassment, but also had some supernatural power.

It has no effect on Wang Chaling, but he needs to use strength to counteract it. After all, his body is still a human body, and he has no intention of changing his body.

A few illusory figures emerged beside Wang Chaling, with the same appearance and body shape as him, gradually solidified under the influence of the deceiving ghost.

About half of the ashes in the kit were left, Wang Chaling took out a small part, and divided some into one body.

Afterwards, several manufactured bodies were sent out, and the ashes scattered on the bodies.

The blood-colored phantoms around were quiet at this moment, their eyes were dead and horrified, looking at the several bodies that came out.

"The trading area seems to be quite calm, only phantoms, and the ghosts in those shops haven't come out yet."

When Wang Chaling left, he was also observing the surrounding shops. There was basically a boss inside, who warmly greeted him to go in and "consume".

But without exception, none of the "bosses" stepped out of their shop door, just inside the shop.

In addition, Wang Chaling also saw a few foreign faces standing in the shop with numb expressions.

Obviously, these people are probably the group who came in to make trouble, and when things got out, people were also killed.

Walking all the way to the end of the street, Wang Chaling's expression became more and more serious, and he knew that the real highlight was next.

The essence of the trading area is for trading. Even if Guizhuang was sealed up later, it has been well preserved.

Maintaining a relatively independent relationship with the core of Guizhuang allows the trading area to maintain the ability to suppress ghosts even after Guizhuang loses control.

But the area behind is not good. It is an area that belongs to Guizhuang completely, and it is out of control.

The trading and residential area is blocked by a river, and a small stone bridge spans the river for people to pass.

Looking across the river, 36 tile-roofed houses are scattered in a small area. People wearing the costumes of the Republic of China come and go in the tile-roofed houses, talking and laughing, very lively.

On the other side of the bridge, an old man with a basket was sitting quietly by the bridge, smiling and nodding with Wang Chaling. .
Meng Xiaodong.

Wang Chaling looked at the old woman. Although her features were not very obvious, but at this time, she was so leisurely in this out-of-control ghost village. Apart from her, Wang Chaling could not think of anyone else.

Wang Chaling withdrew his gaze and went over first.

You can't walk across this bridge directly. There is a fierce ghost sealed inside. Walking directly across it is equivalent to stepping on that ghost.

At that time, the ghost will be transferred to the body of the person walking on the bridge. Every time they take a step on the bridge, the ghost's erosion will intensify.

But it doesn't matter, it is aimed at ordinary ghost masters, and Wang Chaling is not among the ranks of ordinary ghost masters.

The dead souls of the generation of the Wang family stood on the bridge, suppressing the ghost that was sealed on the bridge.

Wang Chaling walked over without any burden.

"Boy from the Wang family, not bad." The old woman looked up and down at Wang Chaling, and the old man said with a smile.

"It's just a fluke to inherit the legacy of our ancestors." Wang Chaling shook his head and said, he was "beaten" a few times, but he still recognized himself clearly.

"Whether it's left over from the ancestors or earned by yourself, it's all yours." The old woman shook her head and said.

She was not surprised that Wang Chaling knew her. She had dealt with the Wang family and his wife, and it was normal to have records within the Wang family.

"Grandma Meng, I want to ask, did you intentionally let the situation here go?" Wang Chaling said directly.

"Forget it. Your previous generation also had some plans. They needed the things here, but they only relied on the hands of outsiders. Of course, those people were also left behind, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

Letting foreigners interfere in the domestic spiritual land, although it is just a simple waste utilization, if it is not disposed of cleanly.

The older generation doesn't care about planning or not, just stay in the spiritual place to accompany them.

In addition, even if it can be dealt with cleanly, there must be a certain background for those big bosses to let them go.

"Zhang Xianguang?!"

This name came to Wang Chaling's mind, Zhang Xianguang is Zhang Dong's son.

Only the other party has this background, let those big bosses turn a blind eye to his behavior for the sake of his parents, and let Meng Xiaodong stay here on purpose to help the other party clean up the mess.

Thinking of this, Wang Chaling has nothing to say. Although Zhang Xianguang's behavior is very wrong, he can't speak ill of people in front of the old man.

"Boy of the Wang family, let's make a deal, do you think it's okay?"

Wang Chaling became interested: "What deal?"

"Help me restrict the ghost village back. In exchange, I will give you a part of the modified ghost that was dismembered by the first generation of the Wang family, and I can also give you a few dolls, and there is also news about the deceiving ghost."

The old man lifted the cloth from the basket, and took out a red doll from it. The workmanship of the doll was very bad, the red thread was sewn randomly, and the eyes made of two buttons looked very ominous. There are also a few gold needles inserted into the body.

This is a very fair deal, restricting a spiritual place to go back, the value of these things is just right.

but.

"With the dead souls of the Wang family, and the ability to deceive and modify, the surrogate dolls have limited effect on me. Can I use these surrogate dolls for a message?"

This is true, but not the whole reason.

The main reason is that when chatting with Wang Xiaoming before, he mentioned the matter of replacing the dead doll. He is the captain of the headquarters, and he has the priority to use this kind of resources.

As for whether bargaining with this old man would offend the other party, Wang Chaling was not worried.

As the top ghost masters, although the Wang family is a bit biased, Wang Chaling reckons that he and the other party should still have some friendship.

"Exchanging dolls for news is a good idea, let's talk about it." The old woman thought for a while and asked.

"Is the old man behind the church still alive?" Wang Chaling raised his doubts.

The old lady glanced at Wang Chaling in surprise: "Three generations of the Wang family, you are much more interesting than your father and grandfather."

"Don't worry, people will die in four years, and you can handle the rest with your strength."

Wang Chaling smiled: "There are certain things that must be done by someone. Hands have been stretched in, and there must be some color."

The old woman looked at Wang Chaling carefully, there was something else in the boy's words, but forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

The boy of the Wang family, Xiao Xianguang, if they want to fight, let them fight. It just so happens that the Taoyuan plan is not a good plan, and it is good if someone stops it.

"Then I'll go first, please wait a little longer, Granny Meng." Wang Chaling strode into the residential area.

There is an unsolvable ghost master sitting in the town, Wang Chaling also plans to let go of his hands and feet to do things, anyway, no matter how bad the result is, someone will end up.

"Young man, you really have energy." The old lady looked at Wang Chaling who was leaving, with a smile on her face.

This is a new era, and their generation is already in the past, but it is also a good thing to watch young people grow up.

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tread... tread...

The sound of Wang Chaling's footsteps gradually overlapped with the sound of footsteps in the house, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

A pitch-black stick was tightly held by a scorched hand, and it slammed down on Wang Chaling's head.

At the moment when it was about to touch Wang Chaling's head, the pitch-black stick deflected violently and swept across Wang Chaling's head. on the body.

Wang Chaling bent down to remove the stick from Li Gui's hand, a supernatural item, bringing it back can also increase the strength of Dadong City.

The moment he bent down, a strange phantom appeared on his back, as if he had sat on it.

It's not an exaggeration to say that a group of ghosts danced wildly in a ghostly land that was out of control, but just after entering, it triggered the killing pattern of two ghosts.

No, not only.

The dead soul picked up the phantom, and Wang Chaling straightened up, scanning the dilapidated houses around vigilantly.

(End of this chapter)