The first day of intensive theoretical training is drawing to a close.
Through Thousand Faces perspectives, Qin Ze observed the Taoist for an entire afternoon.
To be honest, the Taoist priest's appearance was quite a contrast.
It was indeed the first time he had ever seen a Taoist who was 2.1 meters tall.
Qin Ze also heard the Taoist priest muttering the investigation results.
"No Ghost Type?"
"Interesting."
This survey result surprised Qin Ze.
Both the Law Enforcement Department report and other indications pointed to the Ghost Type.
However, the Taoist gave a completely opposite conclusion.
Ring ring~
As darkness fell, the school bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
Tonight is the only free time the trainees have.
After tomorrow's theory class, everyone will begin the next phase of field training.
Xie Xueying walked up to Qin Ze: "Shall we have dinner together tonight?"
Qin Ze declined, saying, "I have something urgent to attend to. You guys eat, we'll do it another day."
Xie Xueying was a little disappointed. "Okay."
Qin Ze strode out the door, and Wen Jing followed.
Do you need any help?
Wen Jing's expression was serious.
Behind them are the other three members of the professional team.
Although they didn't know what Qin Ze was going to do, no matter what happened, they stood firmly by his side.
Qin Ze said calmly, "No need, it's just a small problem, I'll be back soon."
Wen Jing: "Contact me anytime by phone."
Qin Ze nodded with a smile.
Now, he can finally have a reliable partner with whom he can entrust his back.
The Dharma King had been waiting in his car for a long time on the street opposite Shi'an Academy.
Qin Ze fastened his seatbelt. "Let's go, let's join in the fun."
"Hold on tight, let's go!"
The Dharma King stepped on the gas, and the van sped off, disappearing around the street corner in a flash.
Shi'an No. 1 Middle School.
At 7:30 p. m., it was the time when senior high school students finished their evening self-study session.
A large group of parents gathered outside the school gate to pick up their children.
The students walked out in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, occasionally exchanging a few words about their recent cultivation progress.
Suddenly, a scream rang out from the playground.
Panic instantly gripped the crowd as everyone scrambled to escape.
The school's security department responded immediately.
The leader was a Level One Martial Artist.
He rushed into the crowd and saw a sallow-faced, emaciated boy with bloodshot eyes lifting a teacher up with both hands and making eye contact with him.
The teacher's body was convulsing uncontrollably, as if he were in great pain.
"Calm down, classmate!"
Let's talk this out!
The captain's face was grave as he earnestly offered his advice.
However, the boy didn't hear a word of it.
Seeing the teacher's face growing paler, the team leader had no choice but to intervene.
Thump--
The teacher was suddenly thrown to the ground.
His body was still twitching slightly, and his face was covered with red blood vessels, making him look extremely ferocious.
The boy glanced at the team leader and quickly ran in another direction on the playground.
The Taoist and the Thousand Faces group of Law Enforcement arrived at the scene forty minutes later.
In order to capture this Ghost Type, a Level 5 Judge also accompanied the team.
All students were evacuated, and the main gate was closed.
Only the principal, a few administrative staff, and security personnel remained.
That's how it is.
He suddenly ran off, vanished without a trace, he was too fast for me to keep up.
The captain said, annoyed.
The Taoist priest whispered, "You've saved your life."
The captain looked displeased.
Was that big, dumb guy mocking him?
Would a Level One Martial Artist like him be afraid of a student?
What a joke.
The teacher is dead.
The Taoist examined his body.
It is also a case of severe brain atrophy.
The judge raised an eyebrow. "No mistake, it's that beast."
The Taoist stood up, looked at the campus shrouded in night, and took out a Bagua compass.
Looking down, he saw the hands still spinning rapidly, and he fell into deep thought.
"Master Dao, I'll take a team in to search separately. You take your men and block the outside."
"Maintain distance immediately upon spotting the target and report your location to me via walkie-talkie."
The judge nodded.
Immediately order people to set up a cordon and guard all key entrances and exits.
The Taoist and a team of Law Enforcement officers entered the school and immediately dispersed to search.
Meanwhile, under the cover of his Shelter Space, Qin Ze also quietly entered the campus.
Shi'an No. 1 Middle School is the best high school in Shi'an City, and it covers a considerable area.
Qin Ze arrived a bit late, and the Taoist priest was nowhere to be found.
So he decided to wander around by himself looking for the boy.
The playground was quiet; there wasn't even a sound of wind.
Qin Ze turned left and right, and saw the stadium's half-open doors.
As soon as he entered, he heard a faint murmur.
Continuing further in, in a dark corner, Qin Ze saw a thin boy squatting on the ground.
He clutched his head in anguish, desperately trying to suppress the sounds coming from his mouth.
"Good luck!"
"Take him down, and the Soul Orb will be ours!"
"Surprise attack now!"
"Physical immunity, how do I administer it?"
"He's not immune yet, is he?"
"..."
Qin Ze was also hesitant.
Anyone possessed by Ghost Type is doomed to die.
The male host is already dead.
In other words, he is now just an empty shell; his body has been completely taken over by the Ghost Type.
But what lies before you is very likely an A-level alien beast.
If he doesn't kill him, this guy will go berserk and there's nothing he can control.
"There's a Taoist and a judge outside, so there shouldn't be any major problems."
After a moment, Qin Ze made a decision.
The Shelter Space dissipated the next second.
Lightning gathered in Qin Ze's palm.
"Taste my thunder magic!"
Sizzle--
A bolt of lightning shot straight towards the boy.
The boy seemed to have anticipated this and dodged the lightning by rolling on the ground.
The Dharma King scoffed, "You managed to split that in mid-air?"
The other clones didn't miss this opportunity to kick someone when they were down.
"That's it? I could do that too."
"This Zeze is just lame."
"You can only say their eyes are even blinder than Giant Overlord's."
Ignoring the beeping sounds in his mind, Qin Ze immediately began to gather his second power.
He didn't actually know whether lightning could harm the Ghost Type.
Anyway, it doesn't cost any money to try it.
"Aaaaaah--"
The boy suddenly spread his arms wide, looked up at the sky and shouted, and the veins all over his body began to turn red and bulge.
Then, with a loud "bang," the boy exploded.
The lightning in Qin Ze's Palm Thunder gradually subsided, leaving him completely bewildered.
What's going on?
Within the Local Area Network, the clones looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Were you intimidated by our domineering aura?"
"The self-disclosure wasn't very professional; it was lacking."
"The host exploded, but what about the Ghost Type? Are they fertilized again?"
"I've never seen such a strange beast before; it runs faster than my family's Big Black."
" Big Black: Shuan Q, I got mentioned."
"..."
Qin Ze hadn't expected this outcome.
It seems like I made a wasted trip tonight.
Watch your head!
At that moment, a loud shout came from behind Qin Ze.
He looked up and saw a semi-transparent "ghost" hurtling toward him at breakneck speed.