"Let's call him 'Tagalong'!" Jiang Lian said.
Compared to the previous one with the eerie heartbeat and indigo robe, this little imp, temporarily codenamed "Tagalong," is undoubtedly not much of a threat.
However, it cannot be said that this ghost is weak. It is just that it is not very dangerous to humans, but it is very practical. Once humans control it, they can make the most of its abilities.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of that Tagalong again.
Jiang Lian sneered and reached out to grab him.
A cold sensation came from my fingertips, but unfortunately I still couldn't grasp it.
The Tagalong was too fast; even with the Ghost Tamer's extremely quick reflexes, he still couldn't catch up.
Jiang Lian wasn't discouraged. In any case, this little devil didn't pose a threat to her life for the time being, so it wasn't a big problem.
"If only the ghosts in the Ash Urns were like Tagalong," Shi Hu muttered softly.
"How is that possible?" Bai Yang shook his head with a smile. "Most Ash Urns don't have any patterns. The Fierce Ghost inside special Ash Urns with patterns must be of a special type. The larger the Ash Urn and the brighter the bluish-green candle flame, the more dangerous it must be."
Time passed little by little.
The number of ghosts escaping from the Ash Urns is gradually increasing, making defense and containment much more difficult.
Jiang Lian was the first to give in. His constant clinging to Tagalong kept distracting him, causing him to be on edge and under greater psychological pressure than others. He had already consumed a Longevity Potion.
Bai Yang and Shi Hu were also exhausted, and the ones in the best condition right now were Hu Jiu and... Zhao Tingting.
Zhao Tingting's attacks possess a violent yet aesthetically pleasing quality. She is quiet and reserved, so she rarely interacts with others and mostly just follows what others do.
"This can't go on," Shi Hu said gravely. "Those seven 'injured' Ghost Tamer retreated still refuse to come out and help. That bastard Fu Youhua is all talk and no action. So much time has passed, and the reinforcements he promised still haven't arrived. We can't keep dragging this out! Otherwise, even if we don't die from exhaustion, our physical condition will suffer irreversible damage!"
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Bai Yang's tone was tinged with malice. Although he had always performed well and completely obeyed Headquarters' orders, he was no good person.
"..." Shi Hu couldn't think of a solution for the moment, so he turned his gaze to the other people present.
Hu Jiu shook his head inwardly. These Ghost Tamers had such high standards; how could they be so compassionate?
Getting those angina-stricken Ghost Tamers to take action and for Headquarters' support to arrive quickly is actually quite simple. Just deliberately let the ghosts into the ship's cabin to kill people. When the death toll exceeds half or more, Fu Youhua will definitely not be as calm as he is now. He will definitely urge for support fiercely, and the angina-stricken Ghost Tamers will definitely be able to get back on their feet.
Shi Hu and Bai Yang might have thought of this move, but they were hesitant to act as ruthlessly as they would with ordinary people, given the identities of those on the Zhanying.
But Hu Jiu was different. He not only dared to think, but also dared to do. No matter who he killed, he would only feel smug about his wickedness.
Bai Yang, Shi Hu, and Jiang Lian were plotting, Zhao Tingting was in a daze, and Fu Youhua urged them to continue working. Suddenly, a crisis struck, and unnatural deaths began to spread on the Zhanying.
Chaos erupted, with chickens flying and dogs barking, and everything in disarray.
Fu Youhua received the news almost immediately, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately questioned, "You guys were far too careless! How could you let Fierce Ghost invade the crew quarters!"
"There are only five of us here. With so many Ash Urn everywhere, how could we possibly defend against them!" Shi Hu retorted directly.
"Hu Jiu, where's your luck?" Fu Youhua continued his tirade. He still felt that Hu Jiu hadn't given his all, or even put in much effort. With Headquarters' support failing to arrive, he had assumed Hu Jiu would step in in time to turn the tide. Many Ghost Tamers like to show off like this.
"You're already lucky enough, don't ask for too much." Hu Jiu's voice was cold and inhuman. "Didn't you notice? Of all those Ash Urns in the distance, only a small portion actually drifted over. Otherwise, do you think the Zhanying could have held out until now? What are you being so dramatic about!"
"You..." Fu Youhua was speechless. He couldn't be sure if the fact that fewer Ash Urns were floating over was related to Hu Jiu.
The wounded on board started moving, and the scene became quite chaotic.
The good news is that support from Headquarters has finally arrived.
The bad news is that a formidable force has drifted ashore.
Several streaks of white light flashed across the horizon as the Ghost Tamer, responsible for providing support, arrived in their Ghost Domains.
Massive casualties occurred on the Zhanying, but reinforcements arrived quickly as expected.
Many of the people who came this time were Quasi-Law Enforcers, and they were very strong. They dealt with the Fierce Ghosts that had invaded the Zhanying in no time.
They were aware of the specific situation, but before Fu Youhua could even convene a meeting, something terrifying happened.
Hu Jiu removed the whirlpools on the sea surface that were swallowing the Ash Urns.
The sudden influx of Ash Urns containing ashes caught everyone off guard.
"How did the situation suddenly worsen?" someone asked, looking surprised.
"Don't worry, leave it to me." A middle-aged man stepped forward, his expression calm and composed, as if the scene before him was just a trivial little problem.
The next moment, countless strange insects emerged from his body—worms, crawling insects, flying insects, all kinds of sizes.
Endless swarms of insects rushed towards the sea surface, enveloping the Ash Urn like a black mist. The Ash Urn simply vanished within the swarm!
These insects are really good for swarm attacks. Eyes filled with admiration, envy, or wariness turned to the middle-aged man controlling them.
"Who is this person?" Jiang Lian asked quietly from the side.
"Li Yunheng, the top Ghost Tamer codenamed [Scorpion]," Shi Hu replied.
Standing near the two, Bai Yang sneered for some reason, "His old codename was [Corpse Insects]. He only changed it to a more sophisticated one after he made a name for himself. Actually, I think [Corpse Insects] is more descriptive, easy to understand, and better suits his personality. Why bother using an uncommon word as a codename to show off?"
Jiang Lian and Shi Hu exchanged a surprised glance. What was with Bai Yang's inexplicable resentment and sarcastic tone? Could it be that he had a grudge against Li Yunheng?
Thinking of this, Jiang Lian and Shi Hu immediately moved away without making a sound. It was clear that Li Yunheng was now in a stronger position, and the number of Ash Urns had been suppressed.
But just then, Bai Yang's eyes widened suddenly, his body trembled slightly, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. "This is terrible..."