This is an incident caused by cow dung!
Maybe this evil spirit hiding around Wu Heng is very aggrieved. Even though it was just standing quietly on the roadside, it was splashed with filth. Being done like this, it must take revenge. Not to mention this kind of thing is weird, even humans can't stand it.
Then a priest suddenly appeared and subdued it with a slap.
Wu Heng observed the evil spirit that looked like a cowboy in front of him and said:
"Since you look like a bull when you possess a car, then your name will be Hidden Ghost!"
He said an unrelated name very casually.
He looked down at the car again, then at Hidden Ghost.
"You just have the ability to possess a car, so you should have the ability to control the car, right?"
"In that case, why don't you come and drive? I'll take a rest first and call me again when Lincoln City arrives!"
Wu Heng Regardless of whether Hidden Ghost had objections or whether it could understand it, he forced it to integrate into the car, and then placed Swine Two in the cab, pretending to be the driver.
The vehicle engine roared out of thin air, Gear turned, and moved along the kilometer highway.
Wu Heng laid the passenger car flat, lay on it, and leisurely enjoyed the scenery along the way.
He picked up an obedient driver for free, who works 24 hours a day and can work seven days a week.
A large number of tumbleweeds rolled unbridled in the wilderness on both sides of the road. They occasionally rolled onto the road, but were easily and flexibly avoided by Hidden Ghost controlling the car.
Four hours later,
Wu Heng rolled down the window and observed the city in front of him.
"Father, welcome to Lincoln City!"
The policeman at the highway intersection saluted, returned the ID in his hand to Wu Heng, and said hello.
This is a white police officer.
Wu Heng took back the certificate, drove the vehicle down the highway, and stopped in front of the nearest cafe.
While he was drinking, he checked the TV station's information.
'The internal NBS channel of the Intercontinental Television Station in Alaska is located at No. 217 Second Street, Lincoln.'
The target Wu Heng is looking for this time is the director of NBS: Bob Kuhn.
He carefully observed the appearance of the director of NBS Television Station through the newspaper,
This is a fat man who looks to be nearly two meters tall. The muscles on his body stretch his shirt a little tight. His shiny oily hair is combed back, like a gangster figure.
But in fact, he is in charge of Nebraska, all TV station-related rights.
This plot time is different from the Internet era when mobile phones and computers were developed in later generations.
The main news media is still spread through newspapers and television. Among them, color television undoubtedly occupies an absolute dominant position. It has replaced newspapers and is deeply loved by local people.
Even if it is the most boring TV and color program, they will put down their farm work to watch it with gusto, and then report the program after spending a lot of money on countless purchases.
But the reports had no effect, and the TV station was never found to be at fault.
These also have no effect on Bob Kuhn.
On the contrary, the rising income and the continuous increase in employee benefits have made him even more loved by the employees of the TV station.
Wu Heng parked the car in front of the TV station and waited quietly.
I waited until 21 o'clock in the afternoon. Wu Heng has been waiting here for the past four hours, waiting for Bob Kuhn to come out.
But he had already read a whole stack of magazines, the doors of the TV station building were locked, and he still didn't find the person he needed.
Wu Heng is annoyed.
He walked out of the car with Swine Two and Hidden Ghost. The gun-wielding security guard at the entrance of the TV station instantly fell into Swine Two's trick wall.
"Director!"
The security guard first shouted something as if he was sleepwalking, then turned his head to the left, as if there was someone in the air, and whispered furtively into the air:
"Shh, the director doesn't come to Taiwan every Wednesday. He only comes four times a week. This is his habit."
These words made Wu Heng's face darken. He felt like he was waiting here for four hours in vain, like a funny Pennywise.
Wu Heng returned to the car with an expressionless face.
The security guard's body lost strength and he lay flat on the ground. Then he slowly woke up. He quickly stood up, thinking that he had accidentally fallen asleep.
inside the car,
Wu Heng handed Hidden Ghost a lighter. The director must come to the TV station today.
He commanded Hidden Ghost, who had the ability to hide, to sneak into the TV station, choose a less important restaurant location, and light a fire.
Wu Heng looked at the thick smoke and continued to wait.
About 10 minutes later, accompanied by sirens, a long row of fire trucks arrived at the scene. 15 minutes later, a relatively high-end black Chevrolet sedan parked in front of the TV station.
The anxious and panic-stricken security guard quickly came forward and respectfully opened the car door.
A burly figure walked out of the car. He walked in the direction of the fire truck with hurried steps. After talking with a man who looked like a fire commander who was not wearing fire-proof clothing, he seemed to feel relieved.
"This is the car, go for it!"
On the side of the road across the street, Wu Heng directed Hidden Ghost to possess Bob Kuhn's car, and then he drove away and found a hotel to stay.
At two o'clock in the morning, Wu Heng opened his eyes instantly.
'It's time to do something.'
He got up and walked into the garage to start the car. According to the positioning of Hidden Ghost, he came to a wealthy villa area.
Wu Heng did not go in. He just controlled Swine Two to climb in along the sloping wall full of sharp edges. According to the coordinates of Hidden Ghost, he found the place where Bob Kuhn lived.
The ability of 'beating the wall' is activated.
All the people in this area were included in it.
Bob Kuhn found himself in a red place as soon as he fell asleep after finishing the fire incident at night.
This place seems to be a concave valley, and the surrounding earth walls and ground are all blood red, as if they are made of flesh and mud.
Surrounding his body were densely packed countless corpses, all of which had lost their skin.
When one of the corpses saw him, he spoke, "Bob Kuhn, you came here unexpectedly. Look at the good things you have done. I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
The pronunciation spoken by this corpse was the accent of a local farmer. Bob recognized it immediately and took two steps back slightly.
It seemed that the name Bob Kuhn attracted the attention of many corpses. They all gathered around him and clawed at his body with their sharp nails.
Bob struggled violently and lost consciousness.
"Hiss--!"
Bob woke up suddenly, thinking it was just a nightmare, but found himself sitting on the floor of the living room.
"What's going on? Could it be that I'm too tired and fell asleep here?" Bob suspected that there was something wrong with his memory or that he was sleepwalking.
With his strong arms, he held onto the table next to him and tried to stand up, but he felt a slight pain in his body.
So he put his hand under his pajamas and touched his body. His expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly turned on all the lights in the room.
Then he walked to the bathroom and lifted up his pajamas.
His body was covered with dense scratches, as if scratched with fingernails.
"How is that possible!" Bob's eyebrows were about to burst.
He was obviously just too tired and had just a dream. How could he really be injured?
Just when he was doubting his life, a corpse oozing pus suddenly appeared behind him. There were yellow blisters at the corners of its mouth. The blisters were wrinkled and might burst at any time as it opened its mouth.
"Oh, Bob, I think you should choose D!"
"What, there are only three ABCs, Fake, damn bitch, then I will put a D on you."
The blisters at the corners of the corpse's mouth were broken by the angry mouth, and the yellow juice inside splashed onto Bob's face.
The stench and coldness were so clear and so real.
Bob was completely panicked. At this moment, he completely believed that he had encountered something evil.
Bob turned around, ran around the body and ran out the door. When he looked up again, he found that he was still indoors. He was back where he was.
The floor of the room cracked, then was completely arched open, and corpses crawled out of it, roaring angrily the name Bob Kun.
"Damn it!"
Bob felt that there was no way out, and when he was about to collapse on the ground and resign himself to his fate, a gentle voice sounded in his ears:
"To the left hand direction, don't worry about the wall."
At this moment, Bob believed that this was the voice of the Lord, the voice of redemption.
He suddenly ran towards the wall on the left, and when he hit the wall, he closed his eyes.
Then the body became empty and appeared in the corridor.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the zombies behind him also chased him out. Bob continued to run away, but found that the stairs had also become a dead wall.
Based on his experience when going out, he thought it was an illusion, until his ribs hurt when he hit it, and he had to admit that it was a real wall.
"Left!" The gentle voice sounded again, Bob did not hesitate.
In this way, amidst numerous chases by groups of corpses and instructions from gentle voices, Bob, wearing pajamas and bare feet, ran in front of a black car in embarrassment.
"Father, help me, I am a devout believer."
Looking at the priest in the car, Bob's eyes filled with excitement, and he almost cried. He pointed to the back with his hand anxiously.
Never mind whether he believed in God before, now he is a devout believer, and he will fight anyone who dares to question it.
"My child, don't panic, the light of the Lord is shining on you."
Wu Heng opened the car door, took out a glass bottle of holy water, and sprinkled it on the chasing corpses. In the sound of corrosive sulfuric acid, they turned into ashes and completely dissipated.
Then he pulled out a new Bible and cross.
Holding Bible in his left hand, he said:
"Lord, I pray that You will cleanse Your believers again, remove the unrighteousness in them, and give them a pure heart and a right spirit before You."
Then Wu Heng used a cross and pressed it on the forehead of Bob who was kneeling in front of him. A line of black smoke came out. Wu Heng reached out and pulled at the side. Hidden Ghost was already caught in his hand and then disappeared.
Bob looked at the things that had been removed from his body and shuddered again.
In the villa of Bob,
He was making coffee for Wu Heng. In his impression, the priests all liked coffee. Coffee was called by them "a sacred item that removes drowsiness and purifies the soul."
Just when passing by the bathroom, Bob's body subconsciously tensed up, and he had already cast a shadow on his home.
"Father, are you saying that I was contaminated with the breath of hell when I was at the fire scene?"
Bob put the steaming coffee on the table and asked in a panic.
"Yes, I noticed something was wrong. I tracked it all the way here, and then I felt your crisis."
Wu Heng's eyes are full of kindness, as if he is looking at his own child.
"I see, that's right. I just said that the fire was a bit strange. It turned out to be the bastards from hell causing the trouble!"
"Thank you Lord, thank you Father!"
Bob suddenly understood, cursed angrily, and looked at Wu Heng gratefully.
Wu Heng felt that these words were a bit strange. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was being scolded or appreciated.
"Bob, you have been trapped in it. Fear has come to the world. If you are contaminated by its atmosphere, you will continue to encounter related things."
Wu Heng's words shocked Bob. Although he was a strong man in business, he was like a child when faced with mysterious events. He stared at Wu Heng pleadingly:
"Father, can you"
"I'm sorry, Bob, I have very important things to do, so I can't help you all the time." Wu Heng interrupted Bob, as if he knew what he was going to say.
Bob continued to stare at Wu Heng pitifully. It seemed that his eyes moved Wu Heng. Wu Heng spoke again and explained:
"The power of hell that invaded this time is very powerful. I need to find some strong people who ignore fear to carry the power of the 12 apostles in order to completely drive away the evil. By then, the aura on your body will naturally disappear."
"It's just that this kind of person is too hard to find. I have to spend time. During this time, you must be careful. I will give you some holy water."
Bob felt a little anxious inside. He had been frightened out of his shadow. He couldn't help but tremble thinking that he would see those terrible corpses at any time.
He listened to Wu Heng's helpless explanation, his mind was spinning rapidly, and then his eyes lit up and he hurriedly offered his advice:
"Father, you said that since you want to find a specific candidate, you can rely on the TV station to find him. We can launch a variety show and use high remuneration and treatment to automatically send the person you said ignores fear to your door."
"Especially where I am at NBS Television Station, it is basically a channel that people in Nebraska must watch every day. This is simpler and more effective than traveling long distances to find it."
Wu Heng said with some worry:
"Can this be done? I have never tried this before. If the people who come are just ordinary people, it may delay things."
Bob is more confident.
His expression was full of joy. He was fully confident that this plan to keep the priest would succeed.
'It seems that although the priest is very good at mysterious things, he obviously doesn't understand modern methods that clearly.'
A sense of confidence rose in his heart.
As long as we go through strict auditions, screen out unqualified candidates, and strictly control the judges, we can select the right people.
"Father, please believe me once. Please, I promise to complete the task."
Bob slapped his chest hard and vowed.
"Well, in that case, let's try it first, but if it doesn't work within three days, I can't delay it any longer!"
"Bob, it should cost a lot of money to do this kind of talent selection program. I'll give it to you."
Wu Heng handed Bob the check that Hans com cashed in gold and a new bag of gold.
"So much!"
Bob was a little surprised when he saw the numbers above. He had already wanted to pay for it out of his own pocket. Although it would cost a lot of wealth, it was nothing compared to his own safety.
He just wanted to return it to Wu Heng, but was rejected in advance by Wu Heng.
"Take it Bob, some demons always like to collect wealth. The purpose of this wealth is to use it at this moment. Now is not the time to save."
Wu Heng's words made Bob's confidence skyrocket again tenfold.
Wu Heng looked at Bob with a determined look on his face and smiled slightly in his heart.
The purpose of his coming to Lincoln City this time is to use this largest official TV station to select people. However, if he takes the initiative to propose some things, it will arouse people's doubts and think that everything is too coincidental.
But if the parties involved figure it out themselves, they will have no doubt about their own wisdom and strategies, and even feel a sense of pride.
Wu Heng just guided Bob in the opposite direction, allowing him to take the initiative to help Wu Heng think of a solution from the perspective of his own safety and interests.
In this way, Bob will definitely try his best to do things.