The mummified corpse that manipulated the yellow sand was beaten to the point of near death by Hu Jiu.
He was on his last breath and barely managed to escape the clutches of the evil one.
The entire city was ablaze, and the fire showed no signs of abating.
The mummified corpse made a phone call, requesting backup from its superiors.
At the same time, he also recounted his experience in detail, without omitting anything.
As soon as I finished speaking, a sudden chill ran down my spine.
Turning around, he was immediately confronted with a face that made his heart tremble.
"You..." Before he could say anything, the frost had already completely frozen his body.
The phone fell to the ground, and an anxious voice came through the receiver.
Hu Jiu glanced at the camera that hadn't yet been destroyed by the Ghost Fire not far away, and then leisurely packed up his spoils and took them away.
Having achieved one small goal, it's time to move on to the next.
At this moment, Han Yang, whom Hu Jiu was thinking about, was sitting at a round conference table, recounting her ordeal.
"Hu Jiu is a madman!"
"Those Supernatural events that all happened at once outside, he must have been responsible! Especially that fire!"
"He's been chasing me relentlessly, all the way from China to America. It looks like he's determined to kill me!"
Besides Han Yang, there were three other people at the conference table.
Sitting opposite him was a dark-skinned woman wearing a long black dress that reached her ankles. The hem of the dress moved without wind, like dark clouds in the night sky. She wore a cloak of the same color over her shoulders, with the brim of the hood hanging low, obscuring most of her face.
"What you're saying is a bit of an exaggeration," the woman said softly.
"Witch, I'm not exaggerating, I forgot to mention something: the Little Garden has been destroyed by that guy!" Han Yang spoke very quickly, even raising her voice a few decibels.
The woman called the witch slowly raised her head. Beneath the brim of her hat was an ordinary-looking face, but her eyes were deep and dark, gleaming with a dangerous light.
"So what do you want?"
Han Yang's gaze was resolute. "Let's join forces and kill him!"
"Hehe~" A blond man sitting on the right chuckled.
"I think the best option for an organization when dealing with such a powerful individual is to recruit him rather than confront him head-on."
"What did you say?" Han Yang's lips were pressed into a straight line, her refusal was very clear.
Although there was nothing wrong with Hu Jiu's information, Han Yang still glimpsed a bit of extreme madness in Hu Jiu during their brief contact.
He doesn't want to work in the same organization as someone like that!
"I agree to Carlos's proposal." Sitting on the left side of the round table was a man in a suit, except he had no head; instead, he was a Halloween jack-o'-lantern.
Seeing that the Pumpkin Head was supporting the blond man Carlos, Han Yang quickly said, "The mirror we need is in Hu Jiu's hands."
"I offered him a very high price to do business with him, but not only did he refuse, he also launched a fierce attack on me."
"This person seems easy to talk to on the surface, but he's actually insane and vicious. Recruiting him into the organization would definitely do more harm than good, and it would be very difficult to gain any advantage from him. It's also impossible to easily take that Magic Mirror away."
Han Yang embellished Hu Jiu's story, making some of his claims up. However, he probably never imagined that some of his fabrications would unexpectedly align with Hu Jiu's true nature.
Pumpkin Head scoffed disdainfully, "No matter how capable he is, believe it or not, with just one word from the leader, he'll have to obediently submit?"
"Don't mention the leader!" the witch warned sternly. As she spoke, her dark, shiny skin seemed to exude an eerie aura that sent chills down one's spine.
Upon hearing this, the other three people present fell silent, especially Pumpkin Head, whose body trembled involuntarily.
The leader of the Eternal Night Organization is so terrifying that they dare not even think about him.
"Alright," the witch spoke, breaking the silence, "Let's take Carlos's suggestion for now and try making contact..."
She stopped abruptly mid-sentence, extended her long, slender fingers, her nails sharp as knives, gleaming with a cold, sharp light, and swiftly grabbed at the direction behind Han Yang!
Han Yang was startled, her body instinctively going on guard.
Pfft--
Pumpkin Head inexplicably fell onto the table and remained motionless.
Han Yang jumped up in fright, "He's dead!"
Hu Jiu has caught up with us!
Han Yang turned and ran.
Crunch, crunch--
His limbs were frozen, and a White Sash descended from the sky, suspending him in mid-air.
"Why don't you come out and meet me for a chat? Why hide in the shadows and play tricks?"
The witch interlaced her fingers, spoke fluent Mandarin, and confidently extended the invitation in a loud voice.
Hu Jiu did not appear, but his voice echoed in the space:
"There's nothing to talk about between us. I represent the China Supernatural Headquarters."
"The Eternal Night Organization has overstepped its bounds, daring to cause trouble within our country. They must be prepared to face a severe crackdown from Headquarters!"
The witch said softly, "Really, won't you sit down and talk? What the China Headquarters can give you, Evernight will only give you more."
"Don't rush to refuse. Evernight doesn't require you to betray the country, nor does it require you to betray Headquarters. Evernight's management mechanism is flexible and loose; you can become a part of Evernight without leaving the China Headquarters."
"The members of Evernight come from all over the world, of different nationalities and ethnicities. We are gathered together simply because of our shared ideals, and we are striving to survive in this perilous world."
Her voice was soft and beautiful, with a subtle allure.
Hu Jiu didn't believe a word of it. When he was lying, he would say all sorts of nice things and make grand promises.
But... saying it and doing it are two different things.
Moreover...
"I just killed that Pumpkin Head and hung Han Yang up, and instead of helping me get revenge or saving people, you're chatting and laughing with me."
"How can I believe your nonsense when you treat the lives of your organization members with such indifference?"
The witch's expression changed; her bewitching spell hadn't worked at all?
The next second, the witch could no longer maintain her composure. "What have you done? What have you done?!"
"Damn it!" she gritted her teeth, trying to unleash the Supernatural within her to resist, but to no avail. She could only watch helplessly as her body melted away little by little, like a candle being heated.
Hu Jiu finally showed up and kicked the blond man sitting on the right side of the round table.
The blond man, who had remained silent until now, was struck down and deflated like a punctured balloon.
"They run really fast," Hu Jiu couldn't help but exclaim.
Upon witnessing this scene, the witch's eyes widened in fury. She had thought herself clever and resourceful, but she never expected that the thick-browed, big-eyed Carlos was the most cunning of them all!
"It's no use running away." Hu Jiu stared at the fake skin left behind by the blond man, and through that skin, he cast a vicious curse on the real body.
In the blink of an eye, Han Yang lost three companions, yet he himself, hanging upside down, was still alive.
He immediately realized that he might still have value and a chance to survive!
Sure enough, Hu Jiu put him down and asked directly, "When we were in the Capital..."