"Bang!!!"
"Bang!!!"
"Bang!!!"
One after another, the Ghost servants were shot in the head and fell to the ground.
But even after killing the ones in front, more Ghost servants appeared from the distance, seemingly endless.
Zhuang Ming looked into the distance with a trace of alarm.
God knows how many Ghost servants there are in the Ghost Domain.
However—
Although the sheer number of Ghost servants was unsettling, what truly shocked him was Qin Feng.
Because Qin Feng wasn't using the golden pistol.
Instead, he had been using Paranormal Energy to kill the Ghost servants all along.
And his clearing speed was even faster than Zhuang Ming and Liu Qingrou combined.
Of course, that wasn't even the main point.
The main point was—
Qin Feng was using Paranormal Energy continuously and frequently without any pause, yet there wasn't the slightest sign of a Malevolent Ghost awakening, which left Zhuang Ming completely shaken.
As everyone knows, the more frequently a Ghost Tamer uses a Malevolent Ghost's power, the deeper the corruption, which accelerates the awakening of the Malevolent Ghost.
But someone like Qin Feng, using it without any restraint—if it were anyone else, they would've died from a Malevolent Ghost awakening countless times by now.
Yet the truth was, Qin Feng's face wasn't pale, his breathing was steady, and his aura was perfectly normal—there was no sign of a Malevolent Ghost awakening at all.
This completely shattered Zhuang Ming's sense of superiority from being a native of the capital.
He couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating.
But he wasn't completely shocked.
After all, he came from the capital, the central hub for the most elite Ghost Tamer circles in the country.
Naturally, he had heard of a few exceptionally gifted Ghost Tamers who could allow the Malevolent Ghosts within them to counterbalance each other into a stalemate, making it possible to use their powers without limitation.
So, in his view, Qin Feng's ghost hand and ghost eye belonged to that category.
"Click!!!"
A sudden dry firing sound made Liu Qingrou feel a wave of dread.
Her golden bullets were all used up.
Then came another "click."
Zhuang Ming's bullets were gone too.
But from alleys, buildings, and dark corners nearby, even more Ghost servants began to emerge.
They charged straight at them.
Zhuang Ming and Liu Qingrou both knew—it would be difficult for Qin Feng to take down all the Ghost servants alone.
Of course, that was only in their own opinion.
So, Liu Qingrou untied a strip of white cloth fastened behind her ghost hair.
At the same time, Zhuang Ming pulled out a half-burnt stick of incense with a pained expression.
Yes, it looked just like the incense used for praying at temples.
The difference was, this incense was a Haunted object, with ghost-repelling functions.
Once lit, it could drive away nearby Malevolent Ghosts.
Last time, it was this incense that had saved him during an attack by a Malevolent Ghost.
However, using such a precious item to deal with these lowly Ghost servants was obviously overkill.
Hence the heartache on Zhuang Ming's face.
Just as he was about to speak and suggest they light the incense and retreat at full speed from the area—
He saw Liu Qingrou toss the end of the white cloth in her hand up into the air.
That white cloth seemed to be drawn upward by a powerful suction, stretching endlessly into the sky.
In the next moment, to his astonishment, white rain began to fall from the sky—strips of white cloth rained down vertically, densely packed, making his scalp tingle.
And every lower end of the white cloth had a loop at the tip, resembling a noose used for hanging.
The falling white cloth instantly looped around the necks of the nearest Ghost servants and hung them mid-air.
Then, under the effect of the cloth, the Ghost servants vanished.
The street was suddenly empty.
The whole world went quiet.
Zhuang Ming said nothing, discreetly stuffed the incense and lighter back into his coat, and acted as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, he felt a bit relieved—relieved that he hadn't spoken up earlier.
Otherwise, his plan to retreat would have looked laughable compared to Liu Qingrou's total elimination.
"Chief Liu, why didn't you bring out this Haunted object earlier?"
His tone carried a hint of reproach.
If she had used it earlier, they wouldn't have needed to waste those golden bullets.
Every shot cost several thousand yuan.
They had just spent several million on bullets alone.
His heart ached at the thought!!!
Golden weapons had to be purchased personally from headquarters, unless they were given as rewards.
But if a reward was given, no one would choose golden gear—they'd go for a better Haunted object instead.
Like the incense he had just pulled out.
So, all the previous shots came out of his own pocket.
"Oh, I was just practicing my shooting, so I didn't take it out right away."
Upon hearing Liu Qingrou's words, the corner of Zhuang Ming's mouth twitched.
So, money means nothing to you?
He had no way of knowing Liu Qingrou had inherited tens of billions from her parents and wasn't short on money at all.
"Since it's all settled, let's keep moving."
After saying this, Qin Feng resumed walking forward.
He hadn't used his full strength because he wanted Liu Qingrou to build more experience in handling Paranormal Incidents.
Besides, he had absorbed a massive amount of Paranormal Energy inside this ghost's Ghost Domain—each burst was worth 300 points.
In just one hour, he had absorbed nearly 20,000 points.
It was unbelievably satisfying.
And now that they had Liu Qingrou's white-cloth ghost, the journey ahead became much easier.
Whenever a Ghost servant appeared, it would immediately be looped up into the air by the white cloth and vanish.
No doubt about it—the white-cloth ghost's suppression ability was overwhelming.
Even as just a clone, it far surpassed any Ghost servant.
Now, no matter how many Ghost servants came, it was like pouring a cup of water onto a burning cart—they were resolved instantly without any effort.
[Ding! You absorbed 320 points of Paranormal Energy, converted into 320 Detention Points!]
Suddenly, the surge in Paranormal Energy made Qin Feng's heart stir.
He had finally found a trace of this ghost.
After Zhuang Ming adjusted directions with a disgruntled face a few times, Qin Feng found the right path, and the Paranormal Energy absorbed kept increasing.
[Ding! You absorbed 450 points of Paranormal Energy, converted into 450 Detention Points!]
At this moment, they turned off the main road and entered a narrow alley.
There wasn't a single Ghost servant around—the surroundings were completely empty.
From time to time, a chilly wind would blow through.
Yet the strangest part was, the originally black-and-white world grew increasingly dim as they went further in.
At this point, even a ghost would know—something was wrong here.
Zhuang Ming, who had been dissatisfied with Qin Feng taking the lead, now had to admit—his ghost-tracking skills were truly impressive.
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