The bluish-black haze dissipated, and the Hungry Ghost event was ultimately resolved.
Although the Hungry Ghost was terrifying, the ghost tars it encountered this ti were no longer as weak as before. With three captains joining forces, dealing with any S-class supernatural event posed no problem.
Since the Hungry Ghost was imprisoned and not restricted by a Coffin Nail, this area still harbored other Ghost Infants and Ghost Children that had been born.
Yang Jian, He Yuelian, and Lin Bei joined forces to clean up the remaining supernatural elents in this area, marking the complete conclusion of this matter.
However, during this period,
Wang Chaling ca alone to a safe room underground in Ning'an Building.
As an ordinary Wang Chaling, he had several safe houses in Dadong City, not only to better protect himself but also to store so dangerous items.
More accurately, dangerous ghosts.
The underground safe room was filled with golden boxes. These boxes imprisoned the fierce ghosts Wang Chaling had been cursed with, each box labeled with information describing the supernatural power of the ghost within.
Wang Chaling sat silently beside one of the boxes for a long ti.
He hesitated, hesitated whether to follow Yang Jian's request to beco a ghost tar, and then let the next generation bear the Wang Family curse, continuing this endless tornt.
"I once swore to end the Wang Family's fate. For this, I have been striving towards this goal, even considering returning to the source to prevent the birth of the Wang Family curse... But all failed, everything failed, fate once again pulled back to the starting point, all I have done previously was aningless."
Wang Chaling's heart was not calm, the lack of expression earlier was because he was enduring it, but alone in the safe room, he had no need to suppress his emotions.
As if sensing his anger,
Cold shadows quietly erged around him a couple drained of all vitality, and two old people with wrinkled faces, cold and numb.
At this mont, Wang Chaling's grandmother's body was incomplete, as if sothing had devoured a part of it, leaving wounds on her face, arms, and hands, wounds that hadn't disappeared even after a day or two.
These were the injuries from failing to contend with the Hungry Ghost, even such terrifying ghosts couldn't heal them, because what's incomplete is not just the body, but also supernatural parts.
"Once you beco a ghost tar, there's no turning back, how many years you can live is uncertain, even if there's a way to lift the curse, I won't have the ti, only to go down the road, further down as a ghost tar, struggling to survive. Then, after my death, my unseen son will beco Wang Sidai, repeating my old path."
Wang Chaling took a few deep breaths with his eyes closed.
Before coming here, he had already confird by phone, what Lin Bei said before was indeed true.
"If I want to change now, there's still ti. Yang Jian and the others are tackling the Hungry Ghost incident. I believe it won't be over so quickly in the short term."
Afterward, a rather crazy idea erged in Wang Chaling's mind.
But just as the thought erged, he quickly sighed and dismissed it.
"We've already co this far, solving the Wang Family curse in my generation is impossible. Rather than dwelling on it, I should pave the way for future generations, leaving the problem for them to solve. Now, I have more important things to do, Lin Bei is right. If the King Organization's Ark Project succeeds, it will all be aningless."
After contemplating for a while, Wang Chaling ca to a realization. He no longer agonized over everything, admitted his own failure, and decided to take this crucial step; he gave up his normal identity to beco a ghost tar.
Wang Chaling stood up, and from the boxes, he found two golden boxes.
Regarding mastering supernatural power, he had already devised an appropriate plan and even prepared the fierce ghosts.
"So far, this is still the best plan for ." Wang Chaling looked at the two boxes in front of him.
One box imprisoned a fierce ghost with the codena Corpse-Raising Ghost.
This ghost was special because once controlled, the self would imdiately beco a cold corpse, and the corpse would be well-taken care of and protected by the ghost until it was entirely eroded by the supernatural and fused with the Corpse-Raising Ghost.
When Wang Chaling initially imprisoned this ghost, he witnessed this ghost revitalize a severed dead leg into a complete corpse through so eerie ans.
Therefore, even if he were dismbered, leaving only a fragnt of body, the supernatural of the ghost would completely restore his body, and the stronger the supernatural of the Corpse-Raising Ghost, the faster the body would recover, estimated to almost match Yang Jian's self-reboot.
In the other box was a supernatural item.
It was an old black round hat, and within it dwelled a terrifying ghost. Once worn, the ghost would erode your consciousness, gradually changing your behavior and actions, until you were no longer yourself. However, in turn, wearing this round hat would protect your consciousness from other supernatural harms.
"Corpse-Raising Ghost protects the body, black round hat protects the consciousness, under the conditions of ignoring supernatural balance and ghost resurgence, I should be able to hold on for a few months. Once I overco this hurdle, I will find a thod for supernatural balance. If this hurdle can't be crossed, thinking so much is useless."
Wang Chaling communicated with himself inwardly, realizing how dangerous this confrontation with the King Organization would be.
Relying on dostic ghost tars against the alliance organization of multi-national ghost tars, anyone with a discerning eye knows the vast gap. If it weren't for Yang Jian successfully hunting down a King, turning the tide of battle, he believed the dostic supernatural circle would collapse even before the war began.
The captains aren't fools. If they know they're dood to fail, the so-called captain's eting simply can't be held. Ultimately, no matter how dire the situation becos, it doesn't affect the survival of the captains.
But now, Yang Jian has shown everyone hope, so Wang Chaling can conclude that tomorrow's captain's eting will definitely proceed smoothly.
After so wild thoughts, Wang Chaling brushed away the distractions and finally opened the box containing the Corpse-Raising Ghost.
Accompanied by the pervasive stench of the corpse, the fierce ghost was released, and simultaneously, the surrounding lights went out abruptly.
Wang Chaling at this mont was beginning to walk the path of a ghost controller.
Becoming a ghost controller is a painful experience.
In the dark safe house, waves of painful screams could be heard; this taste of being eroded by the supernatural was indeed unpleasant.
However, this didn't last very long.
In less than half an hour, everything in the safe house had cald down, the lights restored, and Wang Chaling walked out expressionless.
At this mont, his body was no longer warm like a living person's, exuding a faint chill and eerie aura. On his head was an old round hat that did not belong to this era.
"Is this the feeling of becoming a ghost controller? Emotions are rapidly disappearing, consciousness constantly eroded by sothing terrifying, putting in a state of ntal tension... enduring this state for a long ti without going mad is already quite an achievent, let alone thinking rationally."
Wang Chaling now understood how difficult it is to be a ghost controller.
The tornt the body undergoes is enough to cause many ghost controllers to collapse and degenerate. If one perseveres through this, they still have to resist the instincts that arise after being influenced by the ghost. These instincts cannot be indulged, as indulgence makes them increasingly difficult to manage, ultimately becoming a living person controlled by the ghost.
Once a ghost controller endures all this, they face the risk of the ghost reviving, making it an endless succession of difficulties that suffocates and despares.
But correspondingly, if one persists all the way through, the whole person inevitably undergoes a kind of transformation.
"Now I understand why Yang Jian has never taken seriously. As long as I'm an ordinary person, I never qualify to be taken seriously. This is a ghost controller's instinctual disdain for ordinary people because ordinary people's level is too low. Neither their consciousness nor their body can compare to a ghost controller."
So of Wang Chaling's concepts had been imperceptibly changed, and he began to think from the perspective of a ghost controller.
As ti passed and night fell in Dadong City, only half a day was left before the captain's eting convened.
During this ti, captains had already arrived in the city one after another.
Because the information about the second captain's eting in Dadong City was absolutely confidential, up to now, besides the captains, only a few people at headquarters knew. There was simply no possibility of a leak.
The captains' actions were also very discreet, appearing quietly in Dadong City without anyone realizing it.
At this mont, in a corner of the city.
As a bus stopped, a young man in his twenties got off with his luggage, wearing sunglasses. He marveled at the splendor of the big city, then took a pricey pen from his jacket pocket and began writing in a small notebook.
"Attend the captain's eting tomorrow at noon; the location is... Ning'an Building."
He seed afraid of forgetting such an important matter, thus he noted it down.
But just as he put away the notebook and prepared to set off, he suddenly noticed his luggage that was beside him had disappeared.
"Where's my luggage bag? It was just here, how did it disappear all of a sudden?" Zhou Deng looked around, eyes widening abruptly. Had his luggage been stolen?
"No, I have to steal it back."
He didn't hesitate and imdiately turned around, chasing in a certain direction.
anwhile, Paper Man Leuk San had quietly appeared in a dark alley in the city, but monts later, people began walking out of the alley one after another.
Every individual looked the sa; each was Leuk San.
On a plane over Dadong City.
He Yiner listened to the announcent that the plane was about to land, put down the magazine in hand, glanced out the window, and started surveying the city.
On the highway.
Cao Yang, driving a high-performance car, sped along, ignoring speed limit warnings, heading towards the city gleaming in the distance.
...
All the captains were converging from everywhere to one spot.
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