In an unknown small city, Wu Liang was standing before a group of "Promised Land" mbers he had just "rescued" and said:
"I have fully demonstrated the sincerity of our ’Ghost Valley Old Guard.’ May I know where your sincerity lies?"
The "Promised Land" mbers, just saved from the official siege by him, exchanged a glance, seeing agreent in each other’s expressions.
After all, he risked danger to assist in breaking the siege, provided a large number of powerful supernatural objects to prevent any casualties, and even offered up the Ghost Valley relics.
Receiving favors cos with its constraints.
A senior mber stepped forward, patting his chest and saying: "Brother Mask, don’t worry! We won’t just take without giving. Follow !"
Seeing everyone so enthusiastic, Wu Liang couldn’t help but smile broadly.
The Pioneers know him well, and naturally, he understands the "Promised Land" just as much—
This group is truly united!
They can even trust a newly acquainted comrade in a short ti, all because they share the sa faith!
This was the fifth city where Wu Liang had led local "Promised Land" mbers to "break out."
The mbers from the previous four cities were already waiting in Hell to accompany them, and Wu was becoming more adept at posing as a "Ghost Valley Old Guard."
Next, unless things go unexpectedly, the familiar leader would contact other regional companions, only to fail due to the official’s isolation of all communication ans and Wu’s interference while being right beside them.
Helplessly, they’d first take him to unlock what they called contingencies, ultimately eting their doom in the northwest.
"Ding dong... ding dong..."
Just as Wu Liang was about to follow, a flip phone in his pocket, resembling an old-school communicator, started ringing.
This seemingly ordinary item was actually the highest level of official communication device.
It only contained a contact for Director Long, enabling conversation under almost any circumstance, including supernatural lockdown.
But normally, Director Long wouldn’t use this to contact him, right?
Unless sothing special happened or so situation was considered more urgent by Director Long than Wu Liang dealing with "Promised Land!"
"Speak up if there’s sothing; I’m about to take action here," Wu Liang answered the call helplessly.
But as soon as his voice reached the other end, Director Long quickly said: "Return to the Capital’s headquarters imdiately! There’s a supernatural event spanning several cities, continuously expanding! This isn’t an ordinary City-Destroying Level!"
"What? Can’t you handle a City-Destroying Level yourself? I’m still acting here."
Wu Liang realized when he got the call that things were likely so severe he had to return, but he couldn’t help but retort, even claiming he was acting in front of the "Promised Land" mbers.
Unexpectedly, Director Long replied with grave seriousness: "After this supernatural event broke out, bringing back the Ghost Valley Old Guard got confined by the Old Man."
Hearing this, Wu Liang was stunned for a mont.
Now that Director Long had beco the acting leader of the official powers, for the Old Man to suddenly confine him, there could only be one possibility left—
The Old Man thought this widespread supernatural event directly threatened the life of Director Long, who could handle City-annihilating Fierce Ghosts alone!
The last ti he pretended to fall out with the authorities over Luo Fei, he had a half-genuine altercation with Director Long.
Wu Liang was confident ordinary City-annihilating Fierce Ghosts posed no threat to Long, even if those stubborn ones weren’t easy to exorcise, it shouldn’t endanger his life, right?
This guy, besides his mother Yao Qingxue, was the most powerful Space Ability Master of the tis!
"Alright, rember you owe two als," Wu Liang sighed and hung up the call.
The leader walking ahead ca forward with a puzzled look, asking warily, "Were you just contacting other Ghost Valley Old Guards?"
"Oh, no, I was on the phone with Director Long, sorry, today’s act can’t reach its finale, you can wrap up early,"
Wu Liang said regretfully.
He looked like a director forced to abandon a magnificent performance due to so issues.
Before the fear in the leader’s heart could set in, the scene in front was already stained red with blood.
Looking down, he saw his own chest had been completely split open, with his internal organs slipping relentlessly to the ground, nauseatingly so.
The responsible figure previously was holding the rusty kitchen knife Wu Liang had given him, carefully tucked away.
Who would have thought the knife would act on its own?
"Peng..."
The first "Promised Land" mber to notice sothing wrong was calling out the leader’s na, but suddenly found he couldn’t make a sound no matter what.
Then ca a strong sense of suffocation, causing his vision to go black, never to light up again.
A Life-taking Rope, which he had unknowingly tightened around his neck, lifted him!
A simple action had a chain reaction, causing every supernatural object Wu Liang had given them to begin moving on its own, attacking their current holders!
re monts later, only piles of bodies remained on the ground.
Wu Liang stretched, then pulled out a signal flare from his pocket, shooting it into the sky. The rising red and purple smoke was visible clear across hundreds of miles.
This was a notice for officials to handle the scene; he had already fired four signal flares before, and everyone was quite coordinated.
After dealing with the current task, Wu Liang turned around and boarded a taxi, parked inexplicably by the country road.
With the roar of the engine, the taxi gradually disappeared at the end of the road.
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"You’re asking to abandon tens of thousands of people! How could I agree to such a thing!"
"We can’t lose you now, especially with a second Supernatural Calamity looming. You must survive to face even greater challenges."
"What about the present crisis? Who will face it, Wu Liang? Or those Awakened risking their lives to contain the spread of the supernatural event!?"
"..."
Director Long was in the highest office, reasoning fiercely with the Old Man.
He still wanted to face this unprecedented supernatural challenge after the social order stabilized.
The report showed that neither Awakened nor Symbionts from any city could tackle this crisis.
Setting aside his acting leader role, as one of the strongest official forces, he should indeed be at the forefront, helping people through the difficulties!
"I’ve already sent He Zhan, who has a strong resistance to this kind of infectious Fierce Ghost, and when Wu Liang returns, he’ll go too," said the Old Man calmly.
"Why..."
"Because I’ve recognized what’s behind this supernatural event. Everyone can try to combat it, except for you!"
The Old Man once again flatly refused Director Long’s inquiry.
Hearing this, Director Long was stunned.
What do you an only I can’t?
Seeing Director Long’s confused eyes, the Old Man’s authoritative montum finally softened a bit, and he sighed, explaining:
"That thing has a close connection to our bloodline, no matter how strong you are, seeing it will lead to your downfall, and it will enable it to grow again!"
"Destiny... I thought it had been exorcised back then."
"It’s a remnant of a forr Nation-Destroying Level supernatural event—the final product left by the ’Lost Realm’!"
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