On a dark, remote, deserted village path, lay several gruesome corpses, barely recognizable as human.
Zhao Chuxia's eyes were cold and numb as she walked past the corpse without saying a word.
Her superpowers grew stronger and stronger, to the point that she could even project a special spatial domain under her control.
But perhaps as a price, she also lost more and more of her humanity.
As her abilities gradually increased, she often thought she would completely lose control and become a puppet of the thing inside her, indiscriminately killing indiscriminately.
In fact, every time she was about to lose control, she would inexplicably hold on.
Her condition won't recover much; she'll forever be like someone walking on the edge of a cliff, about to fall but unable to.
It cannot be destroyed nor reborn; it has neither hope nor despair.
"I wonder how Song Li is doing lately?"
Only when she thought of Song Li would a hint of humanity appear in Zhao Chuxia's eyes. She had clearly distanced herself from Song Li, looking as if she had torn off all ties. She figured no one would make things difficult for her because of her.
Time passed slowly, and Zhao Chuxia killed everyone in this remote village before heading towards the next remote village.
I've heard that these villages are notorious for human trafficking, often buying and selling women to be used as breeding tools. However, because many of the local police and judicial personnel come from these villages, some women who successfully escaped have gone to report the crime, only to be brought back by police officers who had taken off their uniforms. As a result, these villages have never been eradicated.
Zhao Chuxia had no intention of acting on behalf of heaven; she was just harboring a huge grievance that she had nowhere to vent. Coincidentally, during her escape, a group of people saw that she was a young woman alone and that she deliberately chose to go to secluded places without surveillance cameras. So they had bad intentions and kidnapped her into their car.
The result was obvious. Zhao Chuxia barely endured the journey until they reached their base camp, this small, dilapidated mountain village, and then she went on a killing spree.
After extracting information from the village chief about an entire industry chain and the addresses of several nearby villages known for trafficking in criminals, Zhao Chuxia hurriedly left under the cover of night.
Soon, she arrived at another village.
She saw a woman without limbs, a woman tied to a pigsty, a woman who had gone mad, and the hill behind where female corpses and baby girls were buried...
Kill! Kill!
Go to hell, all of you!
End their sinful lives, end their painful lives!
"Ha ha..."
A familiar propeller sound came from the sky, and the noise of a large number of vehicles could be heard nearby, gradually surrounding Zhao Chuxia.
"Oops, we've been found out!"
Zhao Chuxia remained calm and composed, her sinister gaze sweeping around. This time, there was no communication or negotiation process; the moment they spotted her, their firepower was unleashed without hesitation.
Zhao Chuxia released the power within her body, forming a domain around her, as if she were in another dimension. The bullets that hit her had almost no effect.
She glanced at the sinful village behind her, then at the raging flames before her, and a surge of indescribable anger welled up within her.
The official pursuit efforts are indeed highly efficient, but how have these villages that have been involved in human trafficking managed to remain standing for decades?
"Attention all departments, the target appears to have evolved; conventional firearms and ammunition are ineffective!"
When conventional firearms proved ineffective, the military switched to heavier weapons. However, since the order was to capture Zhao Chuxia alive, they were afraid of killing her outright, so they had to proceed gradually.
A 20mm rapid-fire cannon was aimed at Zhao Chuxia, and the next second, it was as if fireworks were falling from the sky.
Zhao Chuxia didn't know if she could withstand such weapons, so she used the domain released from her superpowers to teleport and dodge the first wave of shells.
Immediately afterwards, the troops surrounding her fired rockets. Zhao Chuxia had no time to react, and amidst the violent explosions, she could only rely on her superpowers to protect herself.
Nothing happened after the explosion.
Zhao Chuxia stared in shock at her perfectly intact hands. So... she was actually this powerful?
"Haha..." She laughed maliciously, and the power within her surged outward uncontrollably.
Sparse soybeans fell from the sky, and the first to suffer were the armed helicopters. Affected by the Supernatural, many of their devices malfunctioned, and Zhao Chuxia maliciously targeted them, causing the helicopters to crash directly.
The Supernatural can instill fear in the living; no matter how strong a person is, they cannot resist the tremor that comes from the depths of their soul.
Zhao Chuxia looked around at the people surrounding her, her eyes like those of a demon crawling out of Hell.
The gunfire continued unabated, but to no avail; the troops surrounding her began to panic.
The command center, which had assumed that they were well-prepared and would easily capture the target, was caught off guard and hurriedly called for backup.
Zhang Junyi was in charge of arresting Zhao Chuxia last time, and it was him again this time. He found it hard to believe that Zhao Chuxia had grown to such a powerful level in just a few days.
Zhang Junyi was somewhat alarmed, but this only strengthened his resolve to capture Zhao Chuxia. An individual like Zhao Chuxia, who possessed such formidable lethality, had to be brought under control by every possible means!
Zhao Chuxia's Supernatural killed people invisibly, and in order to reduce casualties, Zhang Junyi immediately activated the backup plan.
"You money-loser!"
Two familiar voices entered her ears, Zhao Chuxia was stunned for a moment, temporarily stopping her killing spree.
Upon receiving Zhang Junyi's order, the gunfire ceased, and the surrounding troops dispersed, allowing a pale-faced couple to support each other as they walked over from behind.
"You damned good-for-nothing, how dare you cause such a huge mess! How could we have given birth to such a wretched girl! We should have drowned you in the toilet the moment you were born..."
Mr. and Mrs. Zhao launched into a tirade against their daughter. It was unclear whether they were foolish enough to believe she would scold them as before, or if they were doing it on purpose, hoping she would disregard them and do whatever she wanted, since things had already deteriorated to this point beyond repair...
Zhao Chuxia fell into an eerie silence, seemingly pondering her parents' intentions.
Most people present believed that Zhao Chuxia's parents could have a significant influence on Zhao Chuxia, thus facilitating her arrest; even Zhang Junyi thought so.
Only some women felt a sudden pang of fear upon hearing the words "money-losing goods."
Oh no, this is probably going to be bad!
Before they could even warn her, Zhao Chuxia raised her head with a sinister look, her lifeless gaze sweeping over her parents and everyone else present.
"You two old devils are still alive?!"
Zhao Chuxia didn't believe her parents would care about her. The reason they were cursing her was probably to distance themselves from her and avoid being implicated.
Overwhelmed by emotions, Zhao Chuxia completely went berserk. She felt her consciousness fading and the power within her body spiraling out of control. This time, no one was there to help her.
She didn't want to continue living like this; it was too exhausting.
At this moment, she was even somewhat relieved—relieved that the people who had come to threaten her were her parents, not those who had helped her; relieved that even after she died, she would probably remain a malignant tumor, continuing to torment the living.
She hates this world!
"It's hopeless."
Hu Jiu was secretly observing all of this, sighed.
Zhao Chuxia not only gave up on herself and acted idly, but also had a serious self-destructive tendency; no matter how many times she was rescued, it was useless.
Du Zhong ran off to play tricks, but Hu Jiu didn't care what he might do. After all, the Supernatural hadn't revived in this world yet, so he and Du Zhong were like wolves in a sheepfold, able to roam freely for the time being.
After Zhao Chuxia died, the Fierce Ghost fully revived on her corpse.
This "Soybean Allergy Ghost" was created by Hu Jiu, and while it possesses a high level of Supernatural power, its killing patterns are rather rudimentary.
After it recovered, Hu Jiu immediately strengthened it, turning it into a "Sick Ghost"!
The murder pattern of the "Sick Ghost"...
Hehe.
The rain of soybeans stopped falling from the sky, and Zhao Chuxia froze in place, motionless, as if she had died completely, becoming a corpse with no ability to move.
Zhang Junyi observed for a while, and only after seeing that Zhao Chuxia was completely harmless did he order people to move her body back.
Although the order was to capture the target alive, the target's death was due to force majeure and was not their doing. At least the body was preserved intact, which could be considered a satisfactory explanation.
The people carrying the body were wearing heavy protective suits, but the moment they touched Zhao Chuxia's corpse, they still felt a chilling cold.
The chill wasn't a physical decrease in temperature, but rather a kind of nausea that made them instinctively uncomfortable.
During the transport, Zhao Chuxia's body was handled without any mishaps, and the people responsible for the transport strictly followed the procedures without any oversights.
In order to study mysterious supernatural forces, the corpse had been handled by many people. Experts and Scholars who conducted various scientific studies on the corpse also underwent strict disinfection and protection every time they touched it.
Humans are trying to use science to interpret supernatural phenomena. Once supernatural phenomena can be summarized and their patterns identified, then this supernatural mysticism will become a branch of science.
Scientific research is a long and tedious process, but Supernatural pollution is insidious and rapid.
Without using high-purity gold for isolation, all the additional protective and disinfection measures would be in vain.
A strange disease is spreading, but it is in a latent period.
The best time to trigger the disease will be after all the nation's top scientists have examined the body.
"How's your progress going?" Hu Jiu communicated with Du Zhong Supernatural using supernatural means.
"Everything is going smoothly," Du Zhong replied.
"In North America, I impersonated the Kachina God worshipped by Native Americans, secretly establishing a sect. Under the guise of divine blessings, I turned some devout followers into Ghost Tamers. Simultaneously, I revived historical issues, instigated racial and class conflicts, and exported toxic ideologies to fuel public discontent with the government..."
"You're having a lot of fun, but don't forget the important stuff," Hu Jiu complained.
Du Zhong said, "Don't worry, I've already issued a divine decree in the name of God, stuffing anti-intellectual and anti-scientific ideas into their minds, claiming that scientific research is blasphemy against the gods, and that we must first eliminate all those top scientists!"
How's it going on your end?
Hu Jiu: "Fortunately, I plan to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."
"They" refers to the group of intelligent people who can conduct scientific research. Without these people, the time it takes to decipher certain universal laws governing Fierce Ghost will be greatly delayed.
With heroes everywhere, Hu Jiu didn't expect to keep the relationship between the Fierce Ghost and the gold a secret forever, but he could stall for as long as possible.
"We still need to create a few Ghost Tamers."
With wisdom and desire, there will be subjective initiative, and only in this way can a hundred flowers bloom.
As the mastermind behind the scenes, Hu Jiu only needs to control the overall situation. Whether the Ghost Tamers he creates cause chaos in one region, join the country, or establish themselves as kings, they are merely jumping from one chessboard to another, ultimately muddying the waters for Hu Jiu.
"The first test subject: a lower-class woman trapped by her family of origin."
"Who should we find for our next test subjects? They can't be the same type; they need to have distinct characteristics."
"Where is this? Who are you? Do you know who I am? How dare you kidnap me!"
In a dark and eerie forest, a young man dressed in pajamas shouted loudly, his voice blustering but his heart filled with fear.
He didn't know why he was here. He only remembered that he was lying in bed asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself here.
It felt like a dream, but the dream was far too vivid.
A tall figure stood before him, his face obscured, exuding an overwhelming aura of power. "You're lucky. Welcome to another side of the world."
A piece of paper floated down in front of the young man. Upon reading its contents, he was startled. The figure before him continued, "Do as instructed. Complete this trial ritual, and I will grant you even greater power; otherwise..."
"Ah--" An unbearable pain swept through his body, as if it came from the depths of his soul, and a shrill scream echoed through the forest.
After convulsing and rolling on the ground for a long time, Zhang Suyuan finally got up, his face pale and his body trembling.
Immediately afterwards, the world spun around.
Zhang Suyuan opened his eyes and found himself lying in bed; everything he had just experienced seemed to be just a nightmare.
"Was it really just a nightmare?" he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
He remembered every detail of the dream with perfect clarity; the dream was truly bizarre.
He clenched his fist, inexplicably feeling a powerful force within him. Recalling his dream, he hesitated for a moment, then gently punched the bedside table.
"Click--"
The cabinet shattered completely.
Looking at the shards scattered on the ground, and then at his own fist, he realized that he hadn't used much force at all; it was just a light punch, yet it had achieved such an effect!
This is clearly not the kind of strength an ordinary person should have; even a trained martial artist might not be able to easily break a solid wood cabinet.
Could this be one of those legendary supernatural events?
He inexplicably gained extraordinary powers?