Odd Containment Specialist

When a new vision appeared in Xia Shou's eyes, he also saw clearly what was loaded on the ghost car.

Those were human heads!

Those heads were alive, their eyes were rolling around, their expressions were full of fear, and some were still opening their mouths, but because they had no bodies, they could not make any sounds.

"Damn, what a beast." Xia Shou cursed in his heart.

These heads did not have the same expression of pain and madness as Kenon, which meant that they were all like Huangfu Zuoren, with their bodies left outside and only their heads removed and sent here.

But if these heads belonged to the people in the funeral home, they would not have such a terrified and confused expression, after all, everyone in the funeral home knew what they were going to do after being beheaded.

Excluding these two possibilities, there was only one result left.

They were all ordinary people outside, who were beheaded by the funeral home and sent here to be ghost soldiers!

No, it's not that simple.

If it were Xia Shou, he would not chop off their heads in reality, but come in here and chop off their heads, so that even if the heads were disconnected from the bodies, the people could still feel the existence of the flesh.

In this way, the funeral home can order and rule them by torturing their bodies.

Outside.

The ghost car passed by Xia Shou with its legs interlaced. The box on its back was surprisingly long. There were countless heads inside, and there were all kinds of races.

Asian, European, African, you can tell by the skin color without looking closely.

How many are there?

Hundreds or thousands?

With so many people missing in reality, can't the control bureau notice anything unusual?

The funeral home itself has no base, and its organizational ability is not strong enough. So many people from all over the world are sent here, which is not something a scattered organization can do.

Where are they going to be sent?

The fate of these people is almost imaginable. They will be installed in completely unfamiliar bodies, repeatedly warned not to damage their heads, and then enter the battlefield.

And what they have to face are evil ghosts who have long lost their minds and have no other thoughts except continuous killing, or... those ghost generals guarding the underworld.

Their heads will be broken sooner or later.

Speaking of which, in the underworld, the main consciousness of a person resides in the head, and the head can control the body, even other people's.

But what if the head is broken? Where will the consciousness go?

Xia Shou moved his body, and his fingers had already grasped the edge of the wall, but he stopped halfway through the squatting movement.

Am I... going to save people?

Xia Shou himself was confused.

As an employee of the Control Bureau, saving people is a matter of course.

The responsibility of the Control Bureau is to maintain normal social order and protect ordinary people.

But now [Self-Death] is cooling down, and the Desire Mask can't be used. It's too unwise to take the initiative to fight this kind of monster of unknown strength.

What's more, they are all running away. How can they escape with these thousands of heads after saving these thousands of people?

Forget it.

At this time, being able to preserve oneself is a victory.

"Brother Xia, when are we going to go up?"

A sudden voice suddenly came from the side.

And when he just came in, there was no one around him!

Who could approach him without making any noise, with the scorpion spine implanted in his body?

Xia Shou was startled and broke into a cold sweat. He opened his eyes wide, tilted his head slightly, and looked around with his peripheral vision.

Under the red moonlight, a translucent figure squatted there, staring at the passing ghost car with his piercing eyes.

Who is he?

A spirit?

No, he can't be sensed with the soul-binding and soul-locking device.

Another guess flashed through Xia Shou's mind quickly, but Alice's relaxed hands also proved that this was not a true delusion.

Then, it could only be his own hallucination.

This person looked familiar.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down, the dense footsteps of the ghost car slowed down, and the dust raised also drifted slowly under the moonlight.

Only the young man in front of him, he still looked forward with a firm face, his expression reminded Xia Shou of the innocent and simple belief of those students who swore an oath to the red flag in elementary school.

Xia Shou remembered that he had seen the other person in that memory, this was his earliest and youngest appearance.

Xia Shou looked at this inexplicable illusion in surprise, but the other party suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide open, bright and energetic.

His eyes sparkled, full of expectation, with a hint of excitement on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Xia, give them a chance to win!"

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The ghost car was still passing by, 102 leaned against the wall, squinting outside, the things loaded on the car bumped up and down in the bumps, and 102 frowned.

"Tsk! These beasts are getting more and more beastly."

So many people, probably all gone.

This number rating is already a super-dangerous hazard, and I don't know how the funeral home quietly abducted them.

But what can they do?

Such a large-scale transport, it seems that only a ghost car is passing by, who knows what monsters are secretly escorting it.

Even outside, they only have the choice of contacting the headquarters, and in the underworld, they can't even contact the headquarters.

If they can get out alive, they will report to their superiors.

No. 102 had already made his choice in his heart, and he didn't even need to think about it.

Any normal person who wasn't stupid would make this choice, and Gu Liang and Shen Fei beside him were the same. They could only watch the strange car pass by helplessly and angrily.

However, the next second, No. 102 suddenly saw a figure jumping out of the shadow of the dilapidated house opposite.

"What the hell?"

At first glance, 102 thought it was some unknown ghost soldier.

But when she saw that it was Xia Shou, her head buzzed.

"Damn, is that guy cerebral palsy?! How can such a thing walk by itself!"

No. 102 gritted her teeth and cursed, but her body had already moved.

She did not rush out with him, but crouched and shuttled through the abandoned houses on the street, looking for the position that could best support Xia Shou.

Gu Liang and Shen Fei did not move rashly. They were backup personnel, and hiding themselves was the biggest help.

Pedros squatted behind a house, looking at Xia Shou who had just rushed to the street with puzzled eyes.

Xia Shou flashed out from the street, raised his foot, and kicked the knee of one thigh in the middle of the ghost car like lightning.

Then, he raised his legs and kicked the side of the ghost car continuously, each kick hitting the knee joint, breaking more than a dozen legs on one side.

The left and right balance was destroyed, and the speed of the ghost car slowed down instantly.

The man at the front of the car realized that he could not run anymore. He turned around and saw Xia Shou, opened his mouth and raised his head to shout. .

Just when the other party was about to shout, Tongziqie cut through the neck of the man at the front of the car and cut off his head neatly.

"Who dares to stop our car without eyes?"

An impatient voice came from above.

Then, a strong wind suddenly blew on the flat ground, and a shadow with wings spread out floated across the sky, slowly landing on the ground under the red moon dome.

Xia Shou stood beside the ghost car, looking at the birdman falling from the sky expressionlessly.