In order to successfully defeat the Ghost Type and obtain the Soul Orb.
Last night, Qin Ze and his group of Stinking Cobbler worked through the night to devise a battle plan.
The current Son of the Version Thousand Faces " is a crucial part of this.
Currently, the Circus lacks the ability to Precision target and effectively combat the Ghost Type.
In that case, let's find someone capable.
Therefore, Qin Ze turned his attention to the Taoist.
As a foreign player, he certainly has the ability.
With the target selected, the next step is to infiltrate it.
Ideally, one should have a close-knit Taoist so that they can know the other's every move at all times.
Convenient for K-line selection at crucial moments.
And that's when Thousand Faces are needed.
Yesterday, Thousand Faces casually changed faces and wandered around the Shi'an Law Enforcement Department, getting a pretty good idea of what was going on inside.
They chose a Law Enforcement officer who was average in all aspects, and Thousand Faces transformed into his appearance.
Within the Local Area Network, receiving a message from Thousand Faces signifies the start of an operation, with all parties responding accordingly.
"The peripheral movement monitoring team is in position, over."
"Support team is in place, over."
"The reserves have reached their designated positions. Over."
"The package has been picked up and is en route."
A van with black windows was speeding down the street.
In the last row, a Law Enforcement officer, bound like a dumpling, slowly woke up.
He felt weak and sore all over, unable to circulate his qi and blood.
Even opening their mouths to speak is extremely difficult.
The Law Enforcement officer recalled the events carefully.
On his way to work at noon today, he was suddenly hit on the back with a stick and then knew nothing more.
When I woke up again, I found myself here.
The Dharma King beside him smiled and asked, "Awake? How did you sleep?"
"To ensure your sleep quality, I gave you an injection specifically."
"A full tube of enhanced sedative solution is more than enough to take down a low-level alien beast."
You're welcome.
The Law Enforcement officer looked exasperated.
Listen to this, is this even human language?
"You... you..."
The Law Enforcement officer tried his best but could only barely open his mouth a crack.
The Dharma King patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we're good people, we're just borrowing your face for now."
Looking at the several men in the car wearing beast masks, the Law Enforcement officer didn't think so.
Soon, the van drove into a secluded garage.
As the roller shutter door was pulled down, the Dharma King dragged the Law Enforcement officer out and threw him onto the wooden bed.
Give him another injection.
"I'll do it! I'm very good at giving injections!"
A guy wearing a rooster mask volunteered.
The Law Enforcement officer opened his mouth, as if to offer Soundlessness protest.
The rooster took a syringe large enough to inject a pig and forcefully plunged it into his stomach.
The next second, the Law Enforcement officer's head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness.
The Dharma King nodded. "Keep a close eye on him. Give him an injection every now and then, and don't let him leave the garage."
"Oh my god~"
After giving his instructions, the Dharma King drove away in his van.
The package has been delivered; he should now proceed to the next phase of his mission.
Thousand Faces, who was leading the way, couldn't help but laugh whenever he thought about how he had made such a great contribution.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he is undoubtedly the MVP of this round.
The Taoist following behind frowned slightly.
He felt that something was off about this Law Enforcement officer.
She not only frequently stole glances at him out of the corner of her eye, but also wore a strange smile.
Possessed by Ghost Type?
The Taoist quietly took out a talisman and hid it in his palm. After whispering the incantation, the talisman automatically flew towards Thousand Faces.
However, the talisman didn't stick to Thousand Faces; it fell to the ground after touching him.
The Taoist breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, I wasn't possessed.
But why was he peeking at me?
The Taoist shook his head.
The Shi'an are really strange.
Thousand Faces led the Taoist to the door of the Judge's office and stood guard outside.
The door was very soundproof; he couldn't hear anything being said inside.
Half an hour later, the solemn-faced judge and the Taoist emerged together.
"Teams one and two, assemble! Today, all will obey the Daoist priest's orders."
Thousand Faces happens to be the captain of the team.
After he and the second captain gathered their men, they followed the Taoist priest out of the Law Enforcement Department compound in a grand procession.
"Daoist Master, where are we going?" Thousand Faces asked.
"The recent scene of the incident," the Taoist replied.
Twenty minutes later, the Taoist and his companions arrived outside the restaurant where Qin Ze had entered last time.
"Put this on your body."
The Taoist took out a large handful of talismans, recited an incantation, and distributed them to each Law Enforcement officer.
"My homemade Evil-Warding Talisman can withstand one possession attack from Ghost Type, and its effect lasts for one day."
Thousand Faces of curiosity rest on my chest.
The talisman instantly transformed into golden light and entered the body.
The Law Enforcement officers present were seeing talismans for the first time and found them quite magical.
"Three people went in with me; the rest stayed outside to keep watch."
Thousand Faces volunteered and led two of his men to follow closely behind.
When the Law Enforcement Team arrived again, the neighbors curiously peeked out of their windows.
Law Enforcement outside pulled the cordon even further away, keeping reporters who had come after hearing the news out of the way.
The restaurant was still a mess.
The food on the plate was rotting and fermenting, emitting a foul stench.
Fortunately, the weather has cooled down, so there aren't as many flies.
The Taoist tilted his head back and sniffed the air, then took out the Bagua compass again, the pointer of which continued to erratically move as always.
"Spread out a bit."
The three men with Thousand Faces retreated to the doorway, watching the Taoist's next move with curiosity.
The Taoist then took out a small white porcelain bottle from inside his robe.
Open the lid and toss it into the air.
White powder drifted down in a flurry.
The Taoist Land of the Gods at the ground.
However, no unusual phenomena occurred after the powder landed.
The Taoist priest's expression gradually became serious.
"Let's move on to the next crime scene."
The group left the restaurant in a large entourage.
The next nearest place is a residential building that has been sealed off.
It's the story about the wife killing Old Wang.
The Taoist priest followed the same method.
After a moment, he frowned and went to the next place.
And so it went until sunset, when the Taoist finally examined every crime scene.
He came to a conclusion.
There is no Ghost Type in Shi'an.
Geese leave their calls as they fly by, and people leave their names as they pass through life.
Although the Ghost Type are elusive, they still leave behind clues.
However, the Taoist used various detection methods but found no trace.
One or two locations might be accidental, but the fact that no traces were left anywhere is no coincidence.
Thousand Faces, who was standing nearby, heard the Taoist muttering to himself.
No Ghost Type?
But every person who died did so in the same way as the Ghost Type.
This is too strange, too unbelievable.
The Taoist quickly returned to the Law Enforcement Department, without saying a word to the judge, and went straight to the morgue.
He examined each corpse in detail; the brains were atrophied, consistent with the findings of the Ghost Type hunt.
The Taoist was plunged into deep confusion.
It resembles Ghost Type, but not entirely.
He had never encountered anything so bizarre.
After pondering for a moment, the Taoist decided to ask his master for his opinion.
Before he could even take out his phone, Thousand Faces hurriedly walked into the morgue.
"Master, the Ghost Type has appeared."