"The people from the King's organization have already shown up. They chose groups of three to attack He Yiner, Wang Chaling, and Lu Zhiwen separately. Although He Yiner is fine, Zhou Deng, who was responsible for protecting him, seems to have completely lost contact. Was he taken out by the King's organization? Wang Chaling is also missing, suspected to have been dragged into the Supernatural Space... life or death unknown."
Quickly, the news of the three being attacked spread among the team captains. .
Although such events were anticipated, actually hearing the news was still surprising.
"Damn it, these people are really sly. At such a critical mont, they attack a captain with a combined force of three. This obviously gives no way out, but since the other side deployed nine Kings at once, it ans they don't have many left. Check who hasn't been targeted by the Kings, and quickly go assist."
Leuk San sent out a ssage, both angry and indignant.
He wanted to go support, but he was powerless, as he was entangled with a King.
This King was an old man, lifting a withered arm.
He was the one who appeared earlier at the Xiangjiang Wharf, having encountered Yang Jian. That withered arm lifted an invisible coffin, which only appeared when the arm was lowered, also releasing a terrifying ghost.
Now, Leuk San had no choice but to tangle with such a big problem for a while.
"I can't leave here, I'm caught in a supernatural event, and the ghost is right beside . It's targeting , and if I rashly try to support soone, I'll be attacked by this ghost, likely dying here," Li Leping sent a ssage, expressing powerlessness.
Obviously, the ghost he had to deal with was not simple, and he couldn't afford the slightest negligence.
"He Yuelian has already gone to support Lu Zhiwen, so hopefully, there won't be any issues. He Yiner has already successfully summoned the spirit and buried two of the opposing Kings smoothly, and Yang Jian has also gone over to take charge; it should be fine. Now it's Wang Chaling's side, he's been missing for a while and deeply trapped in an unknown Supernatural Space, even wanting to support is a bit difficult."
Lin Bei sent a ssage, "However, I'm about to move soon. I've just restricted a ghost and prepared to detain it, and I remind everyone that the opponents deployed more people than we expected, the so-called Kings may not only be fifteen."
"Don't worry, everyone. We also have external help; things are still within controllable range," said by Li Yang, who, being in a squad of seven, was luckier not to be targeted by the Kings.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the Kings, their squad was irrelevant and couldn't sway the situation, so they were ignored.
In reality, their squad wasn't weak; if a King recklessly collided with them, they might die at the hands of Li Yang's team.
"External help? Are you referring to Ye Zhen, or Zhang Xiangguang who was released? Neither of them has shown up; who knows where they went. Maybe they ran away, even if they didn't, they can't cooperate effectively with us, and they can't play a role at the most critical ti." Lin Bei was sowhat annoyed.
However, just as this ssage was sent out.
Quickly.
Music began to echo in the area Lin Bei was responsible for, it was the sound of a piano playing, but the sound was hollow and eerie, making you feel that if you continue listening, sothing bad will surely happen.
"The King's organization's Pianist? Has this guy also surfaced?"
Lin Bei's face darkened. He rembered that Yang Jian had fought with the Pianist but couldn't take him down because the Pianist was connected with that cursed piano and didn't exist in reality, so there was no way to resolve it.
"The piano sound only appears in this area and can't be heard in other areas. Does this an I'm being targeted? However, with just one King, they're likely not trying to kill , just trying to hold back so I can't support my teammates who were attacked."
While Lin Bei was considering this.
At a deserted crossroads.
It was all dim and deserted here, exuding a sense of deathly silence. Not long ago, it was a bustling city, but in less than an hour, it had completely changed.
Suddenly.
Out of nowhere, a person appeared in the middle of the crossroads. This person's figure was blurry and not very real, currently sitting in front of an old piano, playing passionately.
The old piano, in contrast, was very clear, as if it could really be touched.
However, no one could explain why a person was sitting here playing the piano all of a sudden.
Despite there being no audience, the Pianist continued playing a strange, indescribable tune.
This eerie music echoed, and anyone who heard it would be cursed, attracting the supernatural, and eventually dying unnaturally.
This is a forbidden tune that mustn't be heard.
Yet now, this piano's forbidden tune was played just for Lin Bei. As long as he heard this sound, the nearby ghost would target him, leaving him helpless. If he couldn't withstand the nearby ghost's attack, Lin Bei might even lose his life.
The performance continued.
The Pianist slightly raised his head, with closed eyes, imrsed in his world.
"I can't really appreciate foreign music, I prefer the Erhu," however, an incongruous voice suddenly appeared, breaking the silence of the crossroads.
The eerie lody montarily paused, then returned to normal.
The Pianist's expression turned grim, and he opened his eyes, rapidly scanning the surroundings, seemingly looking for the source of the voice.
Yet the area near the crossroads remained empty, with no one in sight.
"You shouldn't be a captain from headquarters, who are you?"
The Pianist imdiately questioned. He hadn't received any information about soone coming to support, suspecting that the ghost handler near him was an unexpected figure.
"Who I am isn't important, what's important is that we are enemies now." The voice echoed, and judging by the position, they weren't far apart.
It seed just about ten ters away behind him.
But when the Pianist turned back to look, he still couldn't see anyone, just an empty road.
"You can't see because it's too dark around. Provide so light, and you'll find ."
As the voice sounded, heavy footsteps also erged behind the Pianist, accompanied by a peculiar sound.
This peculiar sound was distinctive, like tal dragging and scraping against the ground.
"An unseen person is approaching ?" Cold sweat dripped from the Pianist's forehead, sensing a strong sense of crisis.
The originally smooth performance was interrupted, and the eerie music floating around also felt less eerie.
The Pianist then lit a candlestick. But what burned on the candlestick wasn't a candle, but a hand of a dried corpse. Once ignited, the fingers emanated a strange light. This light reflected on his face, making his facial skin disappear, revealing decayed features.
"Show yourself."
The Pianist raised the candlestick and turned around. The peculiar light illuminated what was behind him.
In the light, a person who hadn't existed quickly materialized in front of him. This person appeared to be around thirty, unfamiliar in appearance, not one of the captains and holding an old broadsword. The tallic scrape was the sound of the sword dragging across the road.
"It's you, the one from the Nightmare Castle?" After a brief mont of astonishnt, the Pianist recognized the person.
In the face of the King's organization, any formidable ghost handlers are morable to them, even if they hadn't t, there would be relevant intelligence data.
However, Zhang Xiangguang didn't respond. Instead, he raised his hand and swung the sword.
The next mont.
The eerie candle holder fell to the ground, splitting into two segnts. The eerie piano sound resonating in the city's sky ca to an abrupt halt...
The world before the Pianist seed to split into several pieces, and in every fissured world stood a Zhang Xiangguang, five in total.
"You..."
He wanted to say sothing, but nothing ca out because it wasn't just the world cracking but his entire being.
Imdiately.
The Pianist fell to the ground.
However, the fallen Pianist's body quickly began to vanish, and at the sa ti, a blurred figure reappeared beside the old piano, identical to the deceased Pianist.
No matter how many tis he's killed, as long as that cursed piano exists, he will resurrect.
But just as one assus the Pianist will resurrect like the last ti.
Soon after.
A dull thud sounded as the cursed piano suddenly disintegrated, breaking apart from the middle into several pieces.
"The first one,"
The dragging sound of tal on the ground echoed once more as the figure of Zhang Xiangguang, illuminated by the light, gradually receded into the distance. When the figure left the light's coverage area, it visibly vanished from this world.
As if the figure did not belong to the light, but only to the darkness.
Quickly.
The eerie light went out, and Zhang Xiangguang's presence was completely absent from the surroundings.
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