Tens of Millions of Evil Ghosts

Inside a room in Kowloon, All the windows were shut, and the curtains were drawn, completely blocking out the dusk light outside.

A black domain had unfolded within the room. In the dim environment, black-and-red mist continuously swirled about. At its center, on an ordinary sofa, Wu Heng sat there.

Before him, countless dense streams of black light connected to the void in every direction. Countless images seemed to flow faintly along those lines.

At that moment, he was listening to reports from Blood Floss Demons and Cursed Disciples scattered across the world regarding their gains.

Thirteen million, five hundred and forty thousand ghosts!

That was the number of souls captured this time, including a large number of so-called earthbound spirits. Though they were not as useful as evil ghosts, they still had their uses.

Even if Wu Heng did not capture these earthbound spirits, they would have only two possible endings.

Either they would dissipate with time, or they would become evil ghosts. There was no third possibility.

"What a pity!"

Wu Heng sighed. Around a thousand of those ghosts met the conditions to become Cenobites of Blood Floss Hell, but unless he could bring them back in the same manner as when he had moved all of Silent Hill into the Lighthouse, Unless he could exchange for this world, There was simply no way to bring those souls back to Blood Floss Tower when he "returned."

Fortunately, he had brought more than ten thousand top-tier Cursed Disciples this time. They could digest those evil ghosts on the spot, ensuring they would not go to waste.

That was also why Wu Heng had insisted on taking part in the earlier plot and heading to the Earth's core to investigate the source of evil ghosts in this world.

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