Since I'm Here, I Might as Well Strike a Blow

All the Fierce Ghost in the world originated from the Primordial.

--This kind of statement is just a hypothesis.

Moreover, it is a niche hypothesis.

Few people believe it, and there is a serious lack of valid evidence to support it.

Rather than believing in the existence of God, it's better to believe that Ghost Stories are the origin of the Supernatural.

If the leader of the Eternal Night Organization truly believed in this hypothesis and even put in the effort for it, then Hu Jiu really didn't know what to say.

Hu Jiu himself already possessed a near- Omnipotence Fierce Ghost, and for some reason, he developed a slight covetousness towards the leader of the Evernight.

Good things should all be yours!

"What is the membership structure of the Eternal Night Organization?" Hu Jiu asked again.

Han Yang answered truthfully, "Except for the leader, everyone else is ranked according to S, A, B, C, and D."

"Most of the D-class members are ordinary people, responsible for tasks such as providing funding, maintaining the organization's operation, and sourcing consumables."

"Apart from D-class, all other ranks are determined by strength. I am Rank A."

"Someone like you can be an A-level?" Hu Jiu seemed incredulous.

Han Yang felt insulted and tried to salvage the situation, saying, "Not everyone is like Mr. Hu. I'm already considered top-tier among ordinary Ghost Tamers."

Hu Jiu didn't provoke him further and asked for a list of members of the Eternal Night Organization.

Han Yang betrayed him without the slightest hesitation.

He recounted the members of Evernight he had encountered to Hu Jiu, like listing the menus.

"I've told you everything I need to say. Will you keep your promise and let me go?" Han Yang asked cautiously, feeling extremely uneasy.

Hu Jiu waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Han Yang was overjoyed. Damn it, I've run into an idiot today!

In this situation, it's incredible that Ghost Tamer would actually keep their promise!

Putting herself in Hu Jiu's shoes, Han Yang felt that she would definitely break her promise.

Throughout history, even written agreements have been easily torn up, let alone verbal agreements.

The saying "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond" is more often seen in movies and TV dramas. In reality, only students would unconditionally believe in such a naive and simple idea.

Unexpectedly, Hu Jiu turned out to be a gentleman. Han Yang was moved to tears and secretly vowed in his heart, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate... being poor in middle age, today's humiliation, I will take revenge sooner or later!"

Filled with hope for the future, Han Yang got up and fled before Hu Jiu could back out.

Huh? It's dark outside.

Does time really fly by that fast?

Never mind, Han Yang just ran for her life.

The bright moonlight illuminated the deserted road.

The moonlight grew brighter, and I vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

He looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky, emitting a pale blue glow, serene and beautiful, without the slightest flaw.

But who can tell him why?

Why are there so many moons in this sky?!

One moon after another appeared in the sky, some silver, some purple, some yellow, some green...

Besides the red ones, the moons of all shapes and sizes, in all their variety, are like eyes, looking down upon the ants from above.

Han Yang's mind was severely stimulated, and she went completely insane in the blink of an eye.

His consciousness vanished into a terrifying nightmare.

In reality outside the dream, Hu Jiu's face was filled with regret. "I already spared your life, how could you be so useless... you actually got scared to death!"

Han Yang just said that we shouldn't mention the leader of the Eternal Night Organization casually, so Hu Jiu dragged him into her dream.

The sudden and fleeting drowsiness was completely Neglect by the tense Han Yang.

Actually, when it comes to promises, those who know, know; the strong have the final say.

As long as a legitimate and suitable reason can be found, murder and arson can be disguised as acting on behalf of Heaven; what does breaking a promise matter?

Besides, nobody else knows~

Hu Jiu quickly placed Han Yang, the witch, and Pumpkin Head into Golden Corpse Bag, then burned down the small conference room in front of him.

--This small meeting room is a Supernatural space.

Compared to the previous Little Garden, the small conference room was far too small, and the signs of human intervention were more obvious.

Perhaps the Eternal Night Organization has Ghost Tamer skilled in creating Supernatural spaces?

After dealing with things here, Hu Jiu thought for a moment and decided to continue the pursuit of the escaped blond man.

If you're going to seek thrills, then you should go all the way.

Since things have already gotten this big, might as well just make a huge fuss!

As he left, he glanced back at the burning city, where other local Ghost Tamers seemed to have arrived to help.

I wonder how they will handle this fire.

A lot of people will probably die, right?

Is it over six figures?

The Headquarters is really acting recklessly!

How can you drop Ghost Fire Bombs in a densely populated city?

Hu Jiu shook his head and sighed, then disappeared from the spot.

Carlos went to Japan.

Han Yang appears to be Hua Country, but he was being hunted down and fled to the America.

Carlos appears to be America; he was being hunted down, but ended up in Japan.

It's somewhat like shifting the blame eastward.

Perhaps they still have some kind of bottom line in their hearts?

At this moment, Carlos was in a small inn.

In the small conference room, he sensed danger and quietly slipped away the moment he did.

The opponent is too strong; it's not shameful to run away.

Pumpkin Head was instantly killed on sight, taken down without a sound. As a fellow A-rank, Carlos dared not linger and play dumb.

Although he escaped in time, he was still subjected to a series of curses, which caused him to shed another layer of skin, leaving the curses on that skin.

Shedding skin—his unique ability.

He's quite relaxed now, after all, the culprit is Han Yang, and the pursuers from the China Headquarters shouldn't specifically chase him here... right?

He retracted this naive idea.

"There's an old China saying, 'One person can scare another to death.' Are you Mr. Hu? Don't make your entrance like this again."

On the glass window, his own reflection suddenly transformed into someone else's image. Luckily, Carlos was knowledgeable and daring, and he still had the mind to make jokes.

Hu Jiu was speechless. "You have a pretty good attitude."

"Thank you for the compliment." Carlos smiled broadly.

This time, he couldn't escape. The surrounding space was sealed off, and no matter how many times he shed his skin, his true form couldn't get out.

"Before I die, could you answer one of my questions?" Carlos asked very sincerely.

His response was a cluster of will-o'-the- Ghost Fire.

"Take your doubts with you and Hell!"

After burning the blond man to death, Hu Jiu, adhering to the traditional virtue of "since we're already here," instantly transformed into the blond man's appearance.

"In the name of Evernight, a purge of this country will be carried out..."