Hou Qingxu's expression remained unchanged. "Are you showing concern for me?"
Ning Yun chuckled, turned around, and as she left, she seemed to suddenly remember something, giving a meaningful reminder: "Never underestimate Headquarters."
Hou Qingxu: "A woman who says one thing but means another."
Ning Yun rolled her eyes inelegantly, glanced at the cup next to Hou Qingxu, and said, "Drink less of that stuff..." Then she gracefully left, leaving only a lingering fragrance.
After she left, Hou Qingxu immediately revealed his true colors. "What did she mean?"
Why should you drink less Longevity Potions?
Forget it, if I can't figure it out, I'll stop thinking about it. It's too much of a brain drain.
His various womanizing tactics were all ineffective against Ning Yun, but Hou Qingxu wasn't worried. The Hou Family was already secretly targeting the Ning Family. Next, he would slowly dismantle the Ning Family like boiling a frog over a low flame. At that time, wouldn't that little bitch be at his mercy?
Thinking of this, Hou Qingxu sneered repeatedly. To think that a marriage alliance could maintain long-term friendly relations between the two families was pure nonsense! Even brothers can turn against each other, let alone in-laws.
He was never a good person to begin with, and his morals plummeted even further after he began to control the Fierce Ghost. He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted!
"Drunk, I hold a beauty's lap; awake, I wield power over the world—this is true life!"
Hou Qingxu was just an ordinary second-generation rich kid before, but he was unwilling to live an ordinary life and was ridiculed and ostracized by his brothers and cousins. So he risked participating in the family's secret experiment and became a Ghost Tamer.
From then on, his status rose greatly, his influence in the Hou Family grew, and resources were poured into him.
His siblings dared not attempt to control ghosts, and now they could only grovel before him.
After that, he first secretly plotted to eliminate several people in the family who were at odds with him, and then secretly got involved with a big shot, making the family more and more stable in the era of the Supernatural Revival.
In addition, he constantly made private contacts to win over the Ghost Tamers at Headquarters and the heads of various regions. Although this was somewhat risky and could easily attract the attention of his superiors, he received information that some domestic transformation plans in the field of Supernatural phenomena would fail, the situation would regress completely, and various related plans would be forced to stagnate and be shelved. Although Headquarters tried to turn the tide and stop the damage in time, the effect was not significant.
At the same time, various opportunistic and exploitative actions will emerge internationally. Supernatural disasters in neighboring small countries will also increase, and a certain country Other Shore the ocean will strengthen "cooperation" with other countries under the guise of coordination, leading to a volatile and unstable situation.
All this intelligence was provided to Hou Qingxu by that big shot, and Hou Qingxu's goal was simple—to fish in troubled waters and make a fortune while things were in chaos.
Hou Qingxu's moral compass was not high to begin with, and committing evil deeds even brought him pleasure.
Since becoming Ghost Tamer, he has been recruiting talents from all walks of life. Once the domestic Supernatural situation falls into a full-scale crisis, he can make a fortune by taking advantage of everything he has prepared in advance.
What annoyed Hou Qingxu was that the domestic situation was currently stable, with no signs of chaos. However, he still believed in the information from that bigwig, because it was a legendary prophecy...
Hou Qingxu yawned. Lately, for some reason, he didn't like to think much. Thinking too much made him inexplicably irritable.
Just then, a specially made phone that he never parted with suddenly rang. Hearing the sound, he couldn't help but frown. Why was the big boss contacting him at this time?
Hou Qingxu was surprised. This special Satellite Phone was a gift from the unknown and mysterious organization to which the big shot he had climbed to belonged. He had received a lot of help from them, and he remembered this kindness.
But to be honest, he was not openly willing to get involved with the mysterious organization. Once he had enough power, he wanted to get rid of them and even use them to suppress them.
After thinking for a moment, he finally answered the phone, "Hello, this is Hou Qingxu..."
He Ming left the Capital. Before leaving, a very beautiful woman came to invite him. She was sent by Hou Qingxu, so he refused her without hesitation.
Because his journey to the Capital was very safe and smooth, he naturally let his guard down on the return trip, especially when he returned home, where he was basically unprepared.
Bang--
A gunshot rang out, He Ming was left with a bloody hole in his body.
Someone set up an ambush in the house!
He Ming was shocked. Why hadn't the Human Skin Paper given any warning beforehand?
Oh, he understands, it must be because there's no danger to his life.
"Who is it?" He Ming asked loudly, quickly calming himself down and brainwashing himself, while his body entered a state of etherealization.
No one responded to him; instead, many rectangular pieces of yellow paper with indistinguishable, eerie patterns suddenly floated down into the room.
These objects, resembling Talisman, quickly surrounded He Ming, despite being in a ethereal state, actually felt a sense of suppression!
"What is this?" He Ming's eyes widened; he panicked.
The number of talismans in the room increased, gradually coalescing into a human shape, staring intently at He Ming.
"I am Ghost Tamer from Headquarters! Attacking me will result in legal consequences!" He Ming shouted angrily.
"Heh, so what if it's Headquarters?" the stranger scoffed, clearly not taking Headquarters seriously. "Blame your bad luck; who told you to control the Mirage Ghost?"
"What do you mean?" He Ming's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.
"That ghost never belonged to you; it should be returned to its rightful owner now." The stranger didn't intend to explain much, simply unilaterally declaring He Ming's death imminent.
"Damn it!" He Ming gritted his teeth. He had no offensive capabilities and could only defend passively, but those talismans were gradually suppressing and disintegrating the Supernatural on his body. He would eventually be unable to hold on!
Moreover, the stranger's words had greatly disturbed his peace of mind. To be honest, he had long felt that something was off about his recent experiences. Although he always comforted himself with phrases like "I am the chosen one," that feeling of unease always lingered.
He wasn't a lucky person, otherwise he wouldn't have started as an orphan with only his grandmother left in his family. But when the Ghost Grass sealed off the city, everything he did—finding the Human Skin Paper, controlling the Mirage Ghost, and containing the Ghost Grass —seemed too smooth and effortless, giving it an unreal, magical feel.
Originally, he only had such thoughts occasionally, just like some people who win the lottery and always feel like they are dreaming, afraid that when they wake up, the money will be gone.
But the current situation vaguely suggests that he may have indeed stepped into a trap?
He Ming's face turned pale, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he suddenly felt an uncontrollable, eerie chill.
Is this what it feels like for Fierce Ghost Revival?
It's like when it rains, it pours...