"The Ash Urn is heading towards the Shichuan. Remember to send a signal to remind them; it's our way of fulfilling our humanitarian duty," Fu Youhua said.
Before he could finish speaking, Bai Yang hurriedly interjected, "The Ghost Tamers on the Shichuan saw the Ash Urn getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but make their move!"
Fu Youhua was taken aback, vaguely sensing that the people on the Shichuan seemed a bit impulsive. However, since things had come to this point, there was nothing more to say. He could only hope that the Ghost Tamer on the Shichuan would simply imprison and contain the Ash Urn.
While observing intently, Bai Yang acted as a human announcer. "Oh no! The candle on the Ash Urn has been extinguished, the box has been opened a crack, and a strange shadow flashed inside."
Bai Yang's expression changed several times as he spoke, prompting Fu Youhua to ask hastily, "Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"
Bai Yang said, "I'm sure something came out of the Ash Urn, but it was too fast; I couldn't see exactly what it was..."
"Even you can't see it clearly?" Fu Youhua asked.
"Too far away, too small a target, too fast." Bai Yang gave an irrefutable and reasonable reason.
"We can no longer hear that hissing, piercing sound," Zhang Yuwei remarked.
For the next few minutes, the sea remained calm, and nothing terrifying seemed to have happened, but no one dared to let their guard down.
Ghost Tamer were constantly patrolling the Zhanying, fearing that something strange might sneak in. After all, they were at sea, and if the ship were lost, they would have nowhere to land.
At this moment, the people on the Shichuan were naturally even more nervous. Several Ghost Tamer and security personnel kept on guard and watching. The Ash Urn was relatively close to them, and many people saw a white Ghost Shadow flash out from it, but they didn't know where the Ghost Shadow went.
In such a situation, it was inevitable that people would feel uneasy. The tycoons on the ship valued their lives very much, and when they rested, they abandoned the soft and comfortable beds and crawled into small sleeping bags made of gold.
However, as time passed, nothing strange happened on the Shichuan. No one died mysteriously, and no one did anything unusual. Everything seemed to be calm and peaceful.
Human energy is limited, and being on alert for a long time will be very tiring. The Ghost Tamer discussed it among themselves and felt that the Ghost Shadow might have already wandered away or gone to the Zhanying.
"It seems the crisis has passed..."
"Damn it, our ship's propulsion system is damaged, otherwise we would have left this area long ago!"
What did they say in Hua Country?
"They're here on a mission, and they won't take us away until it's over!"
After some discussion, the leaders of the Shichuan decided to communicate with the Zhanying.
"Nothing unusual has happened on the Zhanying. Could it be that the ghost really just ran away?"
"It's very likely that we didn't trigger its killing pattern, so it wandered off."
The Ghost Tamers on the Shichuan decided to continue patrolling in groups, mainly targeting the areas where the Ghost Tamers ' families and zaibatsu (financial conglomerates) resided.
As for the others?
Good luck to you.
In fact, there weren't many ordinary people on this ship. They were either relatives of the Ghost Tamers or tycoons. In addition, there were some wealthy celebrities and elites from all walks of life. The ship's service staff, pilots, cooks, and servants were the lowest rungs of society.
Who cares about the lives of these lowly people? As long as they aren't all wiped out, that's fine. Some Ghost Tamers even want to use their lives to gather intelligence, but everyone keeps it to themselves and doesn't say it out loud.
"The unknown is the most terrifying. If that Ghost Shadow had gone to the Zhanying, we wouldn't have to be so worried now."
The South Korea Ghost Tamers and chaebols comforted each other; although they had some conflicts before, they became united at this moment.
"Don't worry too much, we still have that Buddhist Bell. If all else fails, just ring it, and everything will be alright!"
The Buddhist Bell – a powerful Supernatural Item from the Shichuan. Originally belonging to the South Korea Supernatural department, it was taken out by the Ghost Tamer after South Korea fell to the South Korea.
In truth, the reason these people were able to escape the Beauty Goddess's corruption was thanks to that bell. The sound of the bell could ward off evil and soothe people's emotions, but unfortunately, it could only protect them to a limited extent when facing the Beauty Goddess, and the price was also very high. The life of the person ringing the bell would be lost rapidly, and their seven emotions and six desires would also be affected, making them become Buddhist-like, as if they had seen through the world.
Of course, this is not a difficult problem. There are plenty of cannon fodder on the Shichuan. You can just pick one to ring the bell.
The Ghost Tamer Che Zhenhe has already planned to find the next bell ringer in advance. He doesn't need to pay anything; he only needs to give an order, and the lower decks of the ship will voluntarily offer up a sacrificial lamb. This way, the Ghost Tamer will continue to protect them and not interrupt their supply of materials.
Throughout the entire process, the tycoons and the Ghost Tamers kept their hands clean; all they needed to do was control the distribution of resources to incite infighting and killing among the lower-level members of the ship.
In reality, the entertainment stars and elites from all walks of life on the ship are in an awkward position, neither high nor low. They got the opportunity to board the ship by spending money or selling their bodies. They have more capital than the lowest group, but less than the group above. To the Ghost Tamer, they are no different from cannon fodder.
Especially those beautiful and attractive men and women, in order to survive, have already...
The laws on this ship no longer exist, and besides, South Korea's original laws were rather complicated. In short, apart from the unsafe surroundings, Che Zhenhe felt that this regression to the slave era was actually quite good, since he was a slave owner after all.
Suddenly, Che Zhenhe saw a little girl squatting in a corner, looking like she had been wronged. Her shoulders were trembling, as if she was crying.
Che Zhenhe watched for a while longer. He could tell from her back that she was a very cute child. Feeling a little sorry for her, he stepped forward and asked, "Little girl, why are you crying?"
Snap--
A small, cold hand suddenly grabbed Che Zhenhe's arm, and a high-pitched female voice whispered intermittently in his ear:
"Little sister... why are you crying...?"
"Little sister... why are you crying...?"
She seemed to be imitating Che Zhenhe's voice, each repetition becoming more and more fluent.
Che Zhenhe was startled and realized something was wrong. At that moment, the girl grabbed his hand. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the girl slowly raise her head.
Che Zhenhe froze on the spot, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.