To be honest, Zhuang Ming really didn't want to face this ghost, not even the source one—the photo-taking ghost. This had to do with the kind of work he was currently responsible for.
After experiencing many Paranormal Incidents of various scales and accumulating enough merits, he chose the task of transporting Malevolent Ghosts—a relatively simple job with almost no life-threatening danger.
Whenever a city's person in charge solved a Paranormal Incident, he would come to take the detained Malevolent Ghosts back to the capital. In other words, he was basically a runner.
Of course, if a sudden emergency happened, the headquarters required him to stay and assist in resolving it. But such emergencies were almost negligible.
However, today he happened to be unlucky enough to encounter one. And it was the first time he encountered two at once—his mood was just terrible.
But he still had to grit his teeth and go for it.
At this moment, he followed Qin Feng, walking together toward the Straw Ghost.
Although he was staring directly at the Straw Ghost, his peripheral vision kept glancing at Qin Feng's slightly thin but exceptionally upright back.
Every time before, Qin Feng always took the lead, shouldering the most dangerous parts.
Now that they really faced the ghost, he was still walking in front as always.
At that moment, Zhuang Ming couldn't help but feel a surge of respect.
At the same time, he recalled the courage and fighting spirit he had when facing Paranormal Incidents before.
Unconsciously, a flicker of fighting spirit ignited in his heart.
On the other side, Liu Qingrou looked quite nervous.
She had died in the previous two Paranormal Incidents and was ultimately saved by Qin Feng, but the trauma still lingered in her heart.
She kept worrying if she would die again when facing ghosts this time, and if Qin Feng could still save her in time.
Thinking of this, she glanced at Qin Feng.
Though his figure looked a bit thin, in her eyes, he appeared taller and more reassuring, easing her tension.
"You two stop. I'll try to probe this ghost's killing pattern," Qin Feng said.
When they were less than 10 meters from the Straw Ghost at the intersection, Qin Feng stopped the two.
He relied on the system and his consciousness in the third-layer dream state to take the risk.
Although he had absorbed nearly 1100 points of Paranormal Energy, he had to subtract 300 points for the Ghost Domain's effect.
That meant the Straw Ghost had effectively collected only 800 points of Paranormal Energy.
"Chief Qin Feng, be careful," Zhuang Ming advised, rare for him to say so.
Actually, Qin Feng's courage and confidence earned his respect.
Liu Qingrou said nothing, trusting Qin Feng completely.
As they approached, the environment grew darker.
If not for the Ghost Domain's black-and-white tone, it would have felt like midnight.
Then Qin Feng took a few steps forward, stepping out into the intersection.
Only about ten meters away from the Straw Ghost.
At that moment, the Straw Ghost, which originally had its arms stretched wide at 180 degrees, suddenly retracted one arm, leaving only the left arm pointing in a direction.
Its smile widened into a laugh, the expression turning even more sinister.
Looking at the left arm, the three were a bit stunned.
Was this… pointing the way?
That thought flashed through their minds.
At the same time, they started to understand the Straw Ghost's killing pattern a little.
Since it was pointing, two situations could arise:
Go or don't go.
Going might trigger the ghost's killing pattern.
Not going, the ghost might not let you off either.
The reverse would be the same.
No solution???
But no one had tried yet.
Zhuang Ming and Liu Qingrou outside the intersection said nothing, not wanting to disturb Qin Feng's thinking.
But Qin Feng wasn't thinking at all.
There were simply no clues to determine the ghost's killing pattern.
What he thought now was to directly detain this ghost.
After all, whether going or not, it was probably a trap.
Why bother tempting fate?
So, under Zhuang Ming's astonished gaze, Qin Feng walked straight toward the Straw Ghost.
Was he going to attack?
Zhuang Ming's expression shifted, then recalled Qin Feng's codename—Ghost Hand—and immediately knew what he intended.
Liu Qingrou wasn't surprised at all.
From the previous missions, she knew Qin Feng acted decisively and straightforwardly: just directly confront it.
However, when Qin Feng took five steps and got within five meters of the Straw Ghost, something strange happened.
No matter how he tried, Qin Feng couldn't get any closer.
He kept hovering around five meters away.
Zhuang Ming and Liu Qingrou frowned deeply.
In their eyes, Qin Feng wasn't just standing still.
It looked like he was walking on a treadmill—no matter how much he walked, he remained in the same spot.
But the ground showed no signs of moving like a treadmill belt.
It gave a very strange visual shock.
"This seems to be some kind of spatial effect," Zhuang Ming, as an experienced hand, immediately hit the nail on the head.
Hearing this, Qin Feng stopped and looked deeply at the Straw Ghost.
He was preparing to attack and then get closer.
But when he came to a halt, the mouth of the Straw Ghost suddenly split wide open—so wide it looked like the tear extended all the way to the back of its head, making it especially eerie and terrifying.
"Sssshhh!!!"
At the same time, a cold wind blew.
Qin Feng's body began to rapidly rot.
"Damn! Get ready to strike!" Zhuang Ming panicked.
He was about to act, thinking Qin Feng was about to be killed.
If Qin Feng died, his Ghost Hand and Ghost Eye would awaken.
The situation would become even more critical, possibly meaning death for all.
But just as Zhuang Ming was about to strike, a red light flashed.
The Straw Ghost also rapidly decayed, while Qin Feng began healing quickly and soon recovered completely.
"........."
This scene left Zhuang Ming dumbfounded, making him hesitate to strike.
Only when Qin Feng stretched out his Ghost Hand and tore the Straw Ghost in half did he snap back to reality.
So, Qin Feng still had a trump card and wasn't afraid of the ghost's attack.
Zhuang Ming glanced quickly at Liu Qingrou.
She showed no worry at all, clearly aware that this attack wouldn't kill Qin Feng.
Seems Qin Feng was hiding more secrets.
Damn! Could he be taming more than two ghosts?
What a newbie!
Zhuang Ming silently cursed in his heart.
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