He Ming stared in disbelief at the scene before him. The Ghost Tamer had come to his aid had actually been eliminated upon landing?
This is absurd. Suddenly, I feel like the Headquarters isn't a reliable organization, and my trust in them has plummeted.
Not only He Ming, but Headquarters also felt it was absurd. They had been in communication with the supporter, and Fu Youhua was now so angry that he couldn't speak.
Shen Jiliang frowned, pondering where things went wrong. "Logically speaking, this shouldn't be happening at all."
"He wouldn't be doing this on purpose, would he? Could it be that the Ghost Contract has expired and he's retaliating maliciously?" Fu Youhua said irritably.
Shen Jiliang shook his head. "The problem lies inside. The Filthy Water isn't that strong at all, yet it's able to contend with the Ghost Grass. It's obvious that some kind of mutation has occurred. I noticed it before, but now is not the time to discuss such things."
Shen Jiliang immediately issued new instructions to the supporter.
The Ghost Tamer came to help had melting water flowing from their noses and eyes, and their bodies were constantly cracking and bleeding. Those wounds were quickly covered by lush green grass, which grew in a tangled mess, greedily absorbing nutrients from the scarlet flesh and the murky sewage, and blooming into a terrifying new green.
To make matters worse, the gold safe in his hand was accidentally entangled by the Ghost Grass and snatched away.
Shen Jiliang's cold voice came through the earphone. The Ghost Tamer staggered towards He Ming and handed him an empty Golden Container.
"The key to resolving this Supernatural event lies in that safe. I will do everything in my power to retrieve it. You should take precautions first. No matter what happens, do not look up at the moon, and especially avoid being exposed to red light. Afterwards, remember to imprison the Fierce Ghost in the Golden Container!"
Hearing his words, He Ming panicked, "Could you explain it more clearly? I don't quite understand!"
It's too late!
Grass had already sprouted from the mouth of the strange Ghost Tamer. He ran over and frantically tried to snatch the safe containing the statue, but the Ghost Grass seemed to have gained intelligence, clinging tightly to the safe and refusing to let go. As soon as it was pulled off, new grass would grow to replace it.
The next moment, he recklessly activated the supernatural Supernatural within him, allowing the Fierce Ghost Revival, and the originally boiling lake of sewage actually paused briefly.
It seems that every Ghost Tamer in the Research Department controls the same ghost; the foul-smelling, filthy water is slowly manipulated around him, like a water demon from a myth.
He Ming watched from the shadows, deeply shocked and feeling a pang of shame. He had assumed all the Ghost Tamers at Headquarters were like Xu Bo, but he had been too narrow-minded.
The strange Ghost Tamer finally arrived at the safe, stretched out a hand and grabbed it tightly, desperately tearing off the tangled grass, and threw it directly in He Ming's direction.
The next instant, he was swallowed by endless green grass. In the twisted grass, he could feel the wriggling grass had burrowed into his body, multiplying and growing from his nose, mouth, ears, and every pore of his body.
The Filthy Water inside his body had also spiraled out of control, and the lush green grass had wrapped him up like a cocoon.
He Ming watched helplessly as he threw the safe over, and then watched as he was completely devoured.
The Ghost Grass swelled up a bit, vaguely evolving into a woody plant. Countless dark green branches and leaves spread outwards, quickly turning the filthy water green and causing it to succumb.
He Ming knew that it was time for him to take responsibility.
He carefully opened the golden safe, inside which was a strange clay sculpture, shaped like an altar, surrounded by lifelike human heads, entrails and limbs, with an irregularly shaped red stone in the center.
He Ming didn't know what to do next. Suddenly, the human head, internal organs, and limbs on the altar seemed to come alive, gathering in layers towards the center, slowly melting like a candle being heated.
In just a few seconds, the melted flesh enveloped the red stone, forming a spherical object with an uneven surface, like the surface of the moon.
Thump, thump--
The fleshy mass throbbed powerfully, like a heart.
The moment He heard the sound, He Ming felt he couldn't stand it anymore. He immediately turned around and ran into a building not far away.
With each heartbeat, the ball of flesh seemed to become wet, and soon limbs and a head grew out, transforming into a palm-sized humanoid statue.
Its face has no eyes, nose, or ears, only an exaggeratedly large mouth. It kneels on the ground, its hands are in a strange pose, and its head is tilted back towards the sky, as if praying to something.
Although he didn't know what had happened, He Ming trembled instinctively, as if he had sensed the aura of some being that was superior to humans, and was filled with uncontrollable fear.
Buzz--
A beam of red light shot straight into the sky from the statue's gaping mouth, and a strange yet magnificent Red Moon rose from the horizon, shining even brighter than the sun in this dark and gloomy Ghost Domain.
The overgrown grass began to wither the moment it came into contact with the Red Moon, and the filthy water on the ground evaporated as well.
A brilliant red light illuminated the earth, and several cities that had been sealed off by the Ghost Domain regained their light.
The survivors, who had been hiding, saw the red outside the window and faintly heard a whisper in their ears—"The night is so beautiful, look at the moon."
Despite repeated warnings not to look up at the moon, some people couldn't resist coming out. They saw the Red Moon hanging high in the sky, a magnificent sight that seemed to transcend mythology. They knelt down and prostrated themselves, as if worshipping a great deity.
As for that arrogant Ghost Grass, it had withered completely, even the leaves on its body were turning yellow and falling off, turning into dust and disappearing into the air. The filthy water had also dissipated, leaving only a seedling with a few glistening "dewdrops" hanging on its leaves.
He Ming trembled as he hid in the shadows. When the red light appeared, he also felt an urge to admire the moon, but he quickly restrained himself. To prevent any accidents, he remained in a ethereal state.
Fortunately, the Red Moon didn't last long and gradually disappeared after a while.
As darkness returned to the surroundings, He Ming gradually came to his senses. The once lush grass had withered. He did not forget his heavy responsibility, took off his shirt to cover his head, and quickly walked towards the location of the Ghost Grass's main body.
The Ghost Grass was limp and motionless; he pulled it out with almost no effort and stuffed it, along with a few drops of dew, into the Golden Container.
I turned my head and glanced at the statue that had just summoned the Red Moon. It was covered in cracks and looked like it would crumble into dust with the slightest breeze.
He Ming didn't dare touch it, just held the Golden Container, standing there blankly.
The Supernatural events should be over by now, right?
"Why does this feel so unreal?"