Odd Containment Specialist

The red moon hung high in the sky, shining on the huge red tiles. This temple has been here for thousands of years, but the red tiles have not faded at all.

Under the red moonlight, the tiles are like night pearls, emitting a transparent luster.

Under the red tile roof, two huge bronze doors opened a crack.

For the size of the two doors, it is indeed only a crack, but the crack is as wide as the road.

"Lord Pedros, there is someone in front of the door!" Tracy reminded in a deep voice.

"I saw it." Pedros replied.

A ship.

A lamp.

And a person standing at the bow.

"I didn't expect the funeral home to send you here, Song Jianshou." Pedros smiled politely.

Tracy frowned and searched the name in her mind, but she didn't have any impression. It was not a loud name, at least far worse than Ke Zitong.

"I didn't expect Pedros to know me. It's really interesting... Could he have read the job list of the funeral home in detail?" Song Jianshou showed a thoughtful expression.

"Sir, who is this person?" Tracy asked curiously.

"A very powerful person, but not well-known." Pedros said.

Song Jianshou touched his cheek: "But the famous current Second Hand actually recognized me. I also want to hear how you know me. If possible, let's talk about it?"

"Okay." Pedros said, "You should know my deeds. I was young and frivolous before, and I provoked Charles and damaged several of his corpses.

But later, after several Lords of the Hour Hand helped the Control Bureau to make peace for me, I actually went to Charles privately to apologize and chatted casually. At that time, I talked about you."

"The coffin-carrying priest?!" Song Jianshou, who had always been quite casual, had a rare light in his eyes.

"Well, of course he didn't mention your name. He just accidentally expressed his opinion on a corpse when he showed me his materials. He said that the corpse was handled very creatively, but there were still some minor flaws. If there is a chance, I really want to talk to the person who handled the corpse." Pedros said.

Song Jianshou showed a satisfied look: "It's a pity. If we didn't have an organization, we would definitely become good friends."

"I thought you would want him to be your teacher." Pedros smiled.

Song Jianshou shook his head: "Father Charles has gone too deep into the old path. He can't realize that he has taken a road with no prospects, but his opinions are definitely very valuable references.

So, you found me from that corpse?"

"Well, because that corpse was found by the Control Bureau when it attacked a funeral home base. It seems to be teaching material, so I asked from this direction.

You are a professor in the funeral home and are not responsible for fighting.

You are a civilian, but your position is very high. I have a friend in the funeral home who said you are very good. Other students also admire you very much and say that you have a very profound attainment in assembling corpses."

"So this is how you know me. I thought I should not have left any records of being witnessed."

"If possible, I really don't want to fight with a master like you." Pedros said.

"You think I'm a master... because I know that you, the Second Hand, are here, but you still dare to stop me alone, so you think I should be a capable person?"

"No, Charles said that the person who made the corpse has very deep experience in hand-to-hand combat, and seems to have the ability to interfere with space... I believe in Charles' judgment."

Speaking of this, Pedros paused for a moment and said, "He also said that the person who made the corpse was not focused when making it and often lost his mind."

"..."

Song Jianshou didn't speak for a long time. He stood at the bow, stroking his chin, staring blankly at the green light at the bow.

After a long time, he came to his senses and sighed: "Incredible, there are people beyond people, and there are heavens beyond heavens.

I take back what I said before. Father Charles is the real authority. If he is willing to be my teacher, I can join the Control Bureau."

No. 102: "Really?"

"Of course it's fake"

Song Jianshou looked at everyone expressionlessly.

In an instant, he made a judgment on the combat category of everyone.

He is well versed in the anatomy of the human body and can tell a lot of information from subtle gestures.

For example, Pedros is not good at hand-to-hand combat, but the woman who just interrupted is a good hand-to-hand combatant and has already entered the door of idealistic martial arts.

Then there is the girl idol Su Yue. This girl is very strange. He has seen her dancing and singing on TV and in movies. She is obviously not the type who is good at fighting.

But now, Su Yue, who is holding the knife, can be seen from her standing posture that she is very strong.

Not physically strong, but in martial arts and skills.

This is a kind of intuition. Song Jianshou can't explain the reason, but he believes in his intuition, and his intuition has never let him down.

The person behind Su Yue who is being strangled by the spirit is the witch's trump card.

Well... It looks ordinary. It should be the same as Pedros, who is good at supernatural powers.

"The small talk is over, let's start." Song Jianshou said coldly.

As soon as the voice fell, the black waters under the boat expanded slightly, and then, one person after another emerged from the black waters.

Seeing this, No. 102 frowned immediately.

"Sorry, I'm not alone." Song Jianshou said.

Those figures were tall and short, with different shapes. Some were three feet tall, and some were short like monkeys. Their bodies looked like the monsters in the legend, but they all had normal people's heads on their necks!

"That, that's Lao Huang!"

"Ah! It's Lao Li!"

Among the hundreds of civilians on Xia Shou's side, several people recognized familiar faces, and each of them showed an extremely terrified expression.

The people coming out of the black water still did not stop. One after another, some people were climbing out, but the speed was very slow, as if the strange water had a speed limit when it was teleported.

Song Jianshou touched his chin and said expressionlessly: "This is the purpose of bringing them in, and the bodies they are wearing now are all evil ghosts who have struggled and killed for countless years in the hell of endless suffering.

I don't know if you know these common monsters in the underworld, let me introduce them to you.

This is a long ghost, this is a starving ghost, this is a frostbitten ghost, this is a night demon, of course, they can't be classified so simply.

Because their bodies have been replaced countless times during the long period of suffering, and after abnormal erosion, their bodies and minds have been constantly alienated, and finally they have become different appearances."

Song Jianshou raised his hand, and those who were transformed looked at Song Jianshou cautiously, with panic expressions.

It can be seen that they all have a clear mind, but obviously after training, they have completely obeyed Song Jianshou.

And the ordinary people who stayed with Xia Shou, who still maintained their human form, were scared to death. Their faces turned pale and their bodies stiffened.

Even though their bodies were no longer their own, their inherent values ​​still made them refuse to become the half-human, half-ghost appearance from the bottom of their hearts.

Although they could still see the sober consciousness of their former companions, they instinctively rejected their companions in this state in their hearts.

Song Jianshou was not in a hurry to attack, as if he was showing these works to ordinary people.

He pointed at the modified bodies and said slowly: "They are not that powerful, but the struggle of the extraordinary is based on the situation of equal abnormality."