A Middle-Aged Woman Was a Ghost Tamer Too; The Exorcists Made Unreasonable Demands

The Headquarters was completely hacked.

In fact, the Headquarters has a very high level of defense, with a large amount of gold added to the building materials, and various defensive Supernatural Items can be activated at any time.

However, on their own territory, they couldn't use weapons with excessive destructive power at will.

The Headquarters did not want to achieve a result of "injuring a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of its own".

This led to several Exorcists breaking into the area.

"Pierrot, something feels off to me?" A male and an Exorcist walked side by side down the corridor. The woman suddenly spoke up, saying this.

"Edith, stop being so paranoid." The man called Pierrot spoke with a hint of nonchalance.

Edith, the female Exorcist, frowned and said, "It's too quiet. We only encountered some resistance when we first broke in."

"The entire Headquarters in China is practically deserted right now, which is very unusual."

"I remember there's an idiom in this country, 'catching a turtle in a jar'..."

"Shit!" Pierrot glared at her, interrupting her. "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. It should be 'luring the enemy into a trap'!"

"No matter what it is, the situation is different..." Edith and Pierrot stopped in their tracks halfway through their sentence.

"No passage ahead!"

A middle-aged woman with her hair tied up, a slightly plump figure, and a round, kind face stopped the two of them.

She was dressed in white mourning clothes, holding a mourning stick, and the faint sounds of ghostly wails and howls surrounded her.

Pierrot looked surprised. "Ma'am, you... you're the cleaning lady? You're really conscientious and responsible!"

"You presumptuous fool, are you blind?!" the middle-aged woman shouted angrily. "I am Feng Qinfen, Ghost Tamer from Headquarters. Please address me as Ms. Feng."

"Huh?" Pierrot feigned surprise.

"Is there no one left at the China Headquarters? Under these circumstances, they're actually sending a middle-aged woman to the front lines to fight the enemy?"

"How dare you!" Ms. Feng exclaimed angrily.

"Who says middle-aged women can't command Fierce Ghosts to fight on the battlefield? That's discrimination! America is so restrictive!"

Pierrot was stunned by the questioning, his expression indescribable.

Okay, joke time is over.

Ms. Feng's tone was serious and solemn.

"Puppet Master Pierrot and Ghost Mother Edith, you two have trespassed into the China Supernatural Control Headquarters without permission. Your crimes are unforgivable. Are you prepared to die here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly raised the mourning stick.

As she moved, the surrounding space began to tremble, as if some strange, Supernatural power had been awakened.

Countless eerie cries converged into an invisible torrent, piercing the boundary between reality and illusion, carrying endless sorrow and resentment, echoing throughout the corridor.

The incessant sobs echoed in the narrow space, weaving together into a mournful dirge, seemingly filled with pain and despair, sending chills down one's spine.

Sensing the extremely oppressive and eerie Supernatural emanating from Ms. Feng, Pierrot curled the corners of his mouth in a rather morbid manner.

"Interesting, what a remarkable auntie."

The crying grew increasingly loud and complex; the lights in the corridor flickered a few times before finally going out.

As darkness descended, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the ceiling, floor, and walls on both sides.

The eerie wind that constantly blew from the crack played a chilling, monotonous melody, like a desperate chorus of cries for help from millions of living beings suffering torture.

Ten thousand ghosts wept.

Pierrot and Edith finally changed their expressions and stopped treating Ms. Feng with disdain.

"It's normal for the China Headquarters to have such a powerful figure," Edith remarked.

As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach swelled up, like a huge ball of flesh, and burst through her clothes.

Its thin belly was almost transparent, with one wriggling ghost face after another protruding from it.

The mouths of these grotesque faces opened and closed, emitting overlapping reverberations. "Ma Ma..."

Edith's belly split open to the sides amidst this reverberation.

The hideous and grotesque demonic fetus, along with its placenta and umbilical cord, shot out!

The demon fetus quickly climbed onto the walls and ceiling, its body dripping with foul-smelling, viscous fluid as it moved.

Edith, her belly swollen with blood, stared venomously at Ms. Feng.

Driven by her, the demonic fetus grinned to an astonishing degree, revealing two rows of fine, sharp teeth, and charged towards Ms. Feng.

Bang--

Ms. Feng waved her mourning stick, striking each of the ghost fetuses running at the front with a heavy blow, slamming them to the ground along with their placentas and umbilical cords, where they rolled to Edith's feet.

Creak--

Ms. Feng, who was dominating the battlefield, suddenly froze a bit, and her joints made an unnatural sound.

Several barely perceptible transparent threads had somehow become attached to her body.

The source of the clues is another Exorcist seems to have always been standing by and watching, Pierrot.

Ms. Feng sneered, and her white dress fluttered without wind, causing the threads binding her body to snap one by one.

The three-way battle was evenly matched, with no clear winner in the short term.

Similar scenes are playing out in multiple locations within the Headquarters.

Meanwhile, in the highest conference room at Headquarters, a tense negotiation was underway.

Bill, the representative of the Exorcist negotiation team, sat opposite Fu Youhua.

Behind Fu Youhua were other government leaders who participated in the negotiations remotely via electronic devices.

Faced with Fu Youhua's stern accusations, Bill simply held up one finger and wagged it, saying:

"Just recently, a city in America was destroyed. According to our investigation, the perpetrators of this heinous crime are likely from Headquarters."

"We need a reasonable explanation and account from Headquarters."

Fu Youhua was furious. "Headquarters has already made it clear that this was a frame-up!"

Bill shook his head. "That's not what I want to hear."

"I should remind you that before coming here, I submitted an application to leave the official America Supernatural organization and also submitted an application to renounce my America citizenship."

"It's not just me; all the Exorcists who came to Headquarters today are the same."

"We are still representatives of the America, but we can become stateless civilians at any time."

Fu Youhua was so angry he laughed, "The America thinks it can shirk all responsibility with such crude methods? What a pipe dream!"

"The Headquarters' top officials were all murdered today, and you Exorcists are prime suspects. I haven't even investigated your responsibilities yet, and you have the nerve to strike first!"

Bill was taken aback, then immediately denied it. "No, we did not harm any of the Headquarters' senior management."

"I think you're just making excuses. The Exorcists invaded Headquarters today, and all the top executives at Headquarters just happened to die today. Are you trying to tell me that's a coincidence?" Fu Youhua's attitude was very serious.

Bill frowned. If the Headquarters executives at headquarters were indeed killed today, even the Exorcist, with all his might, couldn't explain it.

Fu Youhua continued, "Actually, the America has absolutely no evidence to suggest that the arson and massacre were related to the China Headquarters. You're just trying to take this opportunity to extort money and shift the blame onto someone else!"

"The situation in America must be pretty bad right now, right?"

Bill immediately said, "Please don't make wild guesses! And don't change the subject! We're here to discuss the incident of the Ghost Fire the city..."

Fu Youhua interrupted him, "Your attitude doesn't sound like you're here to discuss things; it sounds more like you're here to cause trouble!"

"No, it's just a reasonable approach!" Bill said earnestly.

"If the Exorcists don't demonstrate formidable strength, Headquarters will simply give them the runaround."

Fu Youhua sneered, "Aren't you afraid we'll go head-to-head and fight to the death!"

Bill raised his chin with a hint of arrogance. "Are you sure?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but if the two countries go to war over this, the situation will inevitably descend into chaos, and the good order that your country has barely maintained during this era of Supernatural Revival will collapse in an instant."

Fu Youhua was speechless. In fact, Bill said was true.

Ever since America was inexplicably entangled with that Beauty Goddess, its previously decent situation has rapidly crumbled.

Many hostile nations have taken the opportunity to secretly undermine the United States, and coupled with different national conditions and numerous large and small Civilian Organizations that are very difficult to manage, the America is now like a rock stuck in a quagmire.

Fu Youhua had no intention of using his family's exquisite porcelain to smash against a rock!

They don't deserve it!

"What exactly do you want?" Fu Youhua couldn't help but ask directly.

Bill immediately replied, "We have two requirements."

"First, share the technology for manufacturing the Longevity Potion. Second, join forces to suppress the Beauty Goddess."

"That's impossible!" Fu Youhua refused decisively.

The Longevity Potion is a top-secret matter of utmost importance and must never be leaked to outsiders. Furthermore, Headquarters has no need to provoke the Beauty Goddess!

Bill's face turned cold. "You have no idea just how terrifying the Beauty Goddess is!"

"As a result, social problems in the America have been severely exacerbated, and the frequency of Supernatural events has increased dramatically."

"Do you naively believe that the Beauty Goddess will only target one place for her evil deeds? Sooner or later, she will extend her clutches to you, and may have already made her move in secret!"

"So what?" Fu Youhua remained unmoved. "Headquarters has its own reasonable plans for dealing with potential crises. We don't need to cooperate with outsiders, especially those with ulterior motives!"

Bill stared at him menacingly. "The China Headquarters has fallen into my Ghost Domain, and I can expand its Ghost Domain at any time to cover the entire city."

Are you sure you want to refuse my request?

As he spoke, his entire body emanated intense Supernatural energy, bringing Fu Youhua an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Fu Youhua was startled and reached out to clench the wooden bracelet on his right wrist, barely managing to keep himself from losing his composure on the spot.

Bill seemed somewhat surprised, and the Supernatural emanating from him surged even more intensely.

This time, not only Fu Youhua couldn't hold on any longer, but those who were remotely monitoring the negotiations through electronic devices also couldn't hold on!

Supernatural forces actually crawled along the internet cable!

When negotiations failed, Bill decided to resort to violence.

Forcibly acquiring the technology to manufacture the Longevity Potion, or disrupting the situation in China and diverting trouble to the east to make the Beauty Goddess set her sights on this land—if either of these two things can be accomplished, then this trip will have been worthwhile!

Fu Youhua wanted to say something more, but Bill ignored him.

Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. Even if you take the wrong path, as long as you keep going and reach the end, the wrong path will become the right path!

The entire Headquarters base was shrouded in a huge transparent dome, which marked the boundary of the Ghost Domain. Bill seemed to be an expert in this, as the Ghost Domain's strength was outrageously high.

The Ghost Tamers who came to help were all kept outside, and they are trying to break through the Ghost Domain by various means.

Meanwhile, most of the staff members at the Headquarters base who were not combat-ready had already taken refuge in the Golden Safe House.

The Ghost Tamers were struggling against the Exorcists, and the top Ghost Tamers couldn't get in anytime soon, leaving the Headquarters in a state of decline.

Exorcists captured some staff members who hadn't managed to evacuate to the safe house and used them to release some of the imprisoned Fierce Ghost.

High-risk demons are imprisoned in more classified containment chambers. Those that are released are low-risk demons with well-established containment protocols or those currently being researched and analyzed.

The release of these ghosts further exacerbated the chaos at Headquarters.

An elderly woman, her steps faltering, wandered aimlessly in the stairwell. Her face was contorted into a terrifying cat-like expression, her eyes gleaming with an eerie green light. Her loose skin couldn't conceal her sharp fangs, and a sinister smile played on her lips, as if she were about to devour someone at any moment.

A pale-faced man with his eyes closed walked through the passageway, followed by a row of people with their eyes also closed. Living people who saw them would unconsciously follow their steps, slowly closing their eyes until they could never open them again.

An old radio, appearing haphazardly in various corners of the base, continuously broadcasts. "It's time for the Old News Broadcast..."

The numerous escaped Fierce Ghost have made the Headquarters a dangerous place.

"You see? This is just the beginning. I'll give you another chance. Do you still stick to your original choice?" Bill stood up and looked down at Fu Youhua.

Fu Youhua lowered his eyes, his heart filled with anxiety. Why hadn't the reinforcements arrived yet? Right now, all he could do was try to delay as much as possible, buying as much time as he could.

At this moment, outside the Headquarters, the Ghost Tamers who had been blocked gathered in one place.

"What are we going to do? We can't even get in. If we delay any longer, the opportunity will be lost!" someone said impatiently.

Another person said, "To be able to maintain such a powerful Ghost Domain, one's strength must be considerable. Even if we can break through this Ghost Domain, what are our chances of winning against Exorcists?"

"I sensed a hint of retreat in your words..."

"You're so noble, so amazing! But now you're just sitting here helpless!"

"With a formidable enemy at hand, let's all keep quiet..."

Amidst the cacophony of voices, suddenly, a beam of black light shot straight from the distant sky toward the transparent dome that enveloped the Headquarters!

Click, click--

A series of sharp, cracking sounds emanated from the dome, like a thousand fingernails scratching a blackboard, causing a sense of unease that permeated the entire being, both physically and mentally.