Ghost Compendium-Chapter 434 - 381: The Mysterious Power of the East! (Part 2)
The guy was so frightened that he immediately jumped down from the utility pole, scanning the surroundings with a terrified look, but he didn’t notice anything unusual.
The commotion when it landed also alerted the traffic cop, who turned around in a panic and pointed his gun in that direction, but likewise found nothing amiss.
After all, the Chameleon Fierce Ghost doesn’t change color in the literal sense but has a Fierce Ghost ability to blend directly into its surroundings, so it’s normal for the traffic cop not to notice its presence.
"Hiss..."
After a moment of stalemate, the Chameleon Fierce Ghost realized there were no other people around. The words it heard earlier seemed to be just its own hallucination.
Only then did it unsurely let out a hissing sound and stepped closer to the traffic cop step by step, drool almost dripping from its mouth to the ground.
At this moment, the Chameleon Fierce Ghost had already opened its blood-red maw, and the traffic cop’s arm was right in front of it, needing only a vicious bite to savor the other’s screams and blood!
"Go on... just bite down... Aren’t you starving?"
Suddenly, the eerie voice that seemed like a hallucination rang in its ears once again.
This time, the Chameleon Fierce Ghost couldn’t just dismiss it as mishearing!
It quickly retreated, staring at the visibly tense traffic cop with fearful eyes, its eyeballs wildly rotating, pondering whether this bizarre situation was related to him.
But no matter what, it couldn’t sense even the tiniest threat from this overweight cop who might be gasping for breath just from running a couple of steps.
Damn it! What the hell is going on?
Bam—
In this moment of extreme tension, the overly nervous traffic cop squeezed the trigger.
The gunshot shattered the despairing silence.
The Chameleon Fierce Ghost, in disbelief, lowered its head to look at its chest, where a piercing hole appeared.
What terrified it most was not just that a handgun pierced through its form but that it directly harmed its Fierce Ghost core!
No way! What on earth happened?!
It hadn’t sensed any threat from that handgun at all!
It was just an ordinary gun! How could it hurt a Fierce Ghost!
"Dude, you’re not allowed to sleep here."
That eerie voice echoed once more, but this time the Chameleon Fierce Ghost clearly saw where it came from.
A young man with a playful expression sat atop the utility pole, a mask emitting a strange red glow hanging from his waist.
In his hand, he toyed with a bullet stained with fragments of the Chameleon Fierce Ghost’s pierced core.
The Chameleon Fierce Ghost began to feel drowsy, its eyelids involuntarily battling against each other.
But such a reaction should never happen to it! How could a Fierce Ghost feel sleepy?
"Hiss...ugh!"
Finally, after struggling for a few seconds, it completely lost the ability to resist.
The moment its eyes closed in slumber meant it would never wake again.
Under the Nightmare’s power, sleep was eternal.
In that instant, the supernatural lockdown vanished, and the traffic cop immediately saw the pedestrians reappearing in view.
Looking down, he found himself still standing in front of the dilapidated taxi.
Aside from this, a monstrous Fierce Ghost lay motionless on the ground in a bizarre pose.
He was only half a step away from it.
"Ah! This! This is...ugh!"
Before the fat traffic cop could cry out in surprise, he abruptly realized that his open mouth produced no sound.
The young man in the vehicle with a faint smile said, "No, no, no, don’t panic, it’s already been exorcised."
"You don’t need to thank me, just don’t give me a ticket, and may I go now?"
Watching the young man smile with slightly squinted eyes, yet seeing the recently faded, still pure killing intent in his gaze.
The fat cop nodded repeatedly, even backing up several steps to give Wu Liang room to start the car.
"Thanks, you can file a report and have someone handle this guy’s remains later."
Saying this, Wu Liang drove the taxi off in a cloud of dust, vanishing down the road.
It wasn’t until he was out of sight that the fat cop, legs exhausted, plopped down onto the ground.
Panting heavily, he took out his communicator, trembling as he reported, "A Fierce Ghost was found in District 7..."
"No, no, no, no casualties; it’s already been exorcised."
"Me? What a joke, Officer. My Awakened Ability only makes bullets slightly more accurate, of course, I can’t exorcise a Fierce Ghost!"
"That’s a kind of mystical eastern force..."
In the taxi, Wu Liang drove seemingly aimlessly, paying no mind to how the traffic cop would file his report.
Because he had already sensed that there was something unusual about this place.
Earlier, the Nightmare had pored through the Chameleon Fierce Ghost’s soul, examining everything from its birth to the present.
Yet found it to be just as ordinary as could be.
Just Fierce Ghosts appearing and harming passersby, and Awakened ones countering them.
But strangely enough, the last time the Chameleon Fierce Ghost sensed a powerful kindred presence was half a month ago.
Normally, a Red Robe-level Fierce Ghost like it, dwelling in the city, would tremble and submit in its soul when a City-Destroying Level presence approached.
This applied to City-Destroying Levels and even more so to National Destruction Level calamities. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Yet it hadn’t sensed such suppression for a while, as if it were still at the onset of the second Supernatural Calamity.
"Interesting, requests for help from suspected National Destruction Level Fierce Ghost attacks have been sent to the East, yet there is no evidence of any powerful Fierce Ghosts appearing within this nation? That might be the strongest proof," Wu Liang muttered to himself.
He had also just perused the Ghost Compendium on the Fierce Ghost information within this country.
And discovered another bizarre phenomenon—at this moment, there were only Red Robes.
The entire country couldn’t find a single City-Destroying Level Fierce Ghost!
This bolstered Wu Liang’s conviction that something significant must have happened half a month ago, when the Chameleon Fierce Ghost last sensed a City-Destroying Level kindred.
Those City-Destroying Level Fierce Ghosts couldn’t just vanish into thin air; perhaps what caused their disappearance is related to the so-called National Destruction Level crisis.
"Should I directly ask the country’s top leaders? After all, they sent the distress signal, going over as a Huaxia official shouldn’t be a problem."
Wu Liang pondered his next move, tapping his fingers as he organized his thoughts.
Yet, this casual contemplation alerted him to something even odder.
Buzz——
Firmly stepping on the brake, the taxi, shielded by the Mist Ghost’s ability, went unnoticed by anyone.
He opened the car door and stepped out, hurrying to the side of a homeless man by the road.
The man was slumbering deeply in a corner on the ground, oblivious to Wu Liang’s approach.
Frowning, Wu Liang placed his hand on the man’s forehead, and his powerful Spiritual Power enveloped the man’s entire being, revealing even his soul transparently with not a shred of privacy.
After conducting a detailed scan like a machine, his bewilderment only intensified.
"Seriously? The people in this country... they don’t even know what the leadership is? Nor do they have any clue about the entities fighting against the supernatural?" Wu Liang was taken aback, his mouth agape.
This was obviously off.
Without an organized body leading at the national level, relying solely on grassroots Awakened ones for defense...
By now, after the second Supernatural Calamity’s lengthy descent, this country should have vanished.
What on earth have they been relying on to hold out so long and maintain a relatively stable societal structure?
Or—has something subtly altered the collective consciousness of the entire nation?
Now with the anti-supernatural national organization forgotten, what else in the public’s understanding might have been modified?
What is the purpose of such an act?
"Seems like trouble, this National Destruction Level opponent isn’t playing the Martial Combat Faction role, wants to play mind games with me?"
As he pondered, Wu Liang watched as his internal reality law seeped out, transmuting a section of roadside railings into gold.
Come to think of it, he’s quite adept at modification himself...
