A Ghost That Twenty People Couldn't Handle, Isn't That Still a Ghost?

"Anchoring plot world..."

"Anchoring successful!"

"Zhongzhou Team members, please enter the designated teleportation beam area..."

"Failure to enter the teleportation beam area within thirty seconds will be considered as abandoning the mission!"

"Abandoning the mission... Eradication!"

"Thirty-second countdown starting..."

"Countdown finished!"

"Initiating teleportation... Plot world..."

This time, the God Hall platform was much quieter, but the customary rituals were not skipped in the slightest!

Whether it was the God's unchanging lines, or the heart-wrenching, tear-filled farewells between Zhang Jie, Zheng Zha, and their respective lovers, the whole scene made Wang Zhen and Tifa feel incredibly irritated!

Because, according to the process of teleporting to a plot world and returning, while it might be hours, days, or even years in the plot world, the interval experienced in the God Hall was only a few short seconds—and that included the time for both departure and arrival.

In other words, the moment Zhang Jie and Zheng Zha teleported away, before the two beauties—one big and one small—could even wipe away their tears and snot, Zhang Jie and Zheng Zha would be back!

When that time came, they would have to perform the joy and excitement of a long-awaited reunion all over again, which was simply absurd!

After all, having just performed a heart-rending, sorrowful farewell seconds ago, were they expected to immediately perform a tearful, joyful reunion seconds later?

Even the best actors would need some time to prepare for such a rapid change of expression!

Wang Zhen didn't say anything. Although he was annoyed, he couldn't blame the two of them for it. So, he and Tifa waved their hands in a gesture of farewell and walked directly into the teleportation beam.

As the God's cold, emotionless electronic countdown ended, the three beams of light erupted with a milky-white radiance, and then the three of them vanished within that glow!

Wang Zhen woke up clutching his head, wincing and baring his teeth. The God's teleportation method remained the same old recipe: simply and brutally knocking a person unconscious with a hard, thick stick, packing them off, and then, upon arrival, swinging the stick with the same force at the same spot to wake them up quickly—absolutely no side effects!

Moreover, it only made one feel the pain once; although it was double the intensity, once was still better than twice!

"Damn it! The total wipeout of the newcomers last time definitely had lingering effects! Look, the God sent twenty newcomers this time; this is not giving us a way to live, forcing us to risk our lives!" Zhang Jie put on a devastated, hopeless expression, acting out his despair with cringeworthy effort.

Wang Zhen looked at the old Japanese-style room layout and the newcomers sprawled across the tatami mats in disarray, feeling a headache coming on. Primarily, his powerful spiritual energy—especially as a vampire, with his innate affinity for darkness and keen perception—was warning him that this house was a haunted house!

Furthermore, it was a haunted house occupied by a malevolent spirit for many years. Every object in the house was tainted by the evil spirit; although this wasn't the spirit's domain, it could exert power similar to a domain here!

So this is Ju-On?

A twenty-person Ju-On?

Interesting!

Even this body of mine can sense the cruel and tyrannical killing intent of the evil spirit. It seems this spirit has some real power!

Having experienced the unsuccessful recruitment ceremony in Alien I and witnessed the various ridiculous antics of the newcomers, even though his brain had been melted by the love of his "white moonlight" Loli, he still remembered: people fear power but do not cherish kindness!

Therefore, instead of offering well-intentioned advice like last time, he simply let these people receive the memories infused by the God. Those who could understand and accept this absurd reality were listed as newcomers; those who couldn't, well, they could fend for themselves!

Seeing Zheng Zha and Zhang Jie organizing the newcomers, Wang Zhen took out a Buren Armor, a Zhanmadao, a Domestic Type 15 Heavy Body Armor, a Domestic Type 56 Submachine Gun, and a Glock G-17 pistol, placing them on the tatami mat in front of him.

"The Buren Armor and Zhanmadao are 100 reward points per set; the Domestic Type 15 Heavy Body Armor, Domestic Type 56 Submachine Gun, and Glock G-17 pistol—each gun comes with five magazines—are 200 reward points per set."

"You can take them now and pay when we return to the God Hall. These items are single-use; no returns or repairs if they break."

Few men didn't like armor, swords, and firearms. Even though guns and controlled knives were banned domestically, it didn't stop people's love for them!

Plus, Wang Zhen was young, had a baby face, wore Ray-Ban sunglasses, and was dressed in trendy denim with two large revolvers hanging at his waist, giving him quite the cosplay vibe. With cosplay being popular domestically, a few handsy individuals approached...

These handsy ones included those who couldn't accept the fact that this was the Ju-On world, as well as those who had accepted the absurd reality and wanted to get some weapons for self-defense.

In short, a motley crew of monsters and freaks gathered in front of the carpet laid out by Wang Zhen, a former professional assassin, and began a cringeworthy dance of chaos!

Some said these were toys and wanted to borrow them to play; some claimed they were worthless junk that no one would want even for free, and offered to help throw them in the trash; some said they were all fellow countrymen, and "when fellow countrymen meet, eyes fill with tears," so he should just give them away; others said they were newcomers with nothing, and facing Ju-On meant certain death, so they wanted to take them for self-defense...

Anyway, if you were standing in Wang Zhen's shoes at that moment, you would truly understand the saying that one person is equal to five hundred ducks!

Taking advantage of others is human nature, so after seeing good things, everyone wanted to make them their own!

In other words, a free ride!

Wang Zhen was no exception, but this time, it was an eye-opener, as these people truly made him realize the profound depth of the Chinese language!

However, Wang Zhen just smiled and said nothing, watching these clowns talk to themselves. Fortunately, these people hadn't yet evolved to the highest level of shamelessness—they still had some face, so they only talked and didn't actually reach out to grab anything!

Finally, perhaps the mockery on Wang Zhen's face grew too intense, stimulating these clowns. One of them initiated an evolution; in a few seconds, he completed the "difficult and arduous" journey of evolution, rapidly advancing from a "mouth-cannon" fortune teller to a clown skilled at taking action!

This clown actually picked up the Domestic Type 56 Submachine Gun!

Then, miraculously, both of the clown's hands were severed at the wrists, falling onto the tatami mat!

Although the clown was skilled at taking action, he hadn't reached the level of cultivation where he could let his lively hands leave his body and move freely!

Therefore, these hands weren't severed by himself, but by Wang Zhen, who sat before him. Wang Zhen had smilingly drawn the Zhanmadao laid out before him, smilingly chopped off both his hands, and casually sheathed the blade!

The whole process happened so fast that no one saw it!

"These weapons and equipment of Wang Zhen's were also made by him through hard work and purchased materials. If you want to live, take them on credit; if you don't want to live, then don't touch the equipment in front of him!"

"Make up your minds, then take them! If you don't want to pay, don't touch! Make your decision quickly, the plot world is about to begin!"