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The flesh-and-blood ghosts and gods were stared at twice by "fate", and the injuries on his body could only be healed by injecting the energy of a living person's will.

The Lords of the Blood City represent destiny. They have arranged life for every citizen of Hanhai. If you want to change your destiny, you need a lot of willpower to help cover it up until you become the Lord of the Blood City and truly break the shackles. .

Now the route Gao Ming wants to take is very clear. Collect the energy of will, change the fate of the whole city, kill or imprison other candidates for the master of the blood city, and become the new master of the blood city before he is obliterated by fate.

This road is extremely difficult and dangerous, but it is not completely without opportunities.

When Gao Ming saw Afang for the first time, the shadow world's will in the child went berserk and attracted many eyes. At that time, Gao Ming discovered a very important point. The twelve Blood City Lords were not monolithic, and they seemed to have irreconcilable conflicts with each other.

"You must be extremely careful in every next step. Before you collect enough will energy, you can't let the flesh and blood fairy get hurt again." Speaking of which, it is not easy for the flesh and blood fairy to follow the high life. Every day, he cycles between injury and self-healing. .

The storm is about to come, and the General Administration's general screening is equivalent to actively admitting the existence of the disaster. The black fog in the outer suburbs of the city is approaching step by step, spreading towards the urban area. They are no longer able to control the entire vast sea. This disaster has entered a new stage.

In order to survive, everyone began to work hard, and the original order was on the verge of collapse.

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Beigang City, third floor of Shumi Research Institute.

The hands of the clock on the wall were ticking, and Lord Jūda was silently watching the unlocked door.

"Bang bang bang!" There was a knock on the door. Before Lord Jingtuo could speak, the door of the office was pushed open, and Wan Jie, covered in blood, entered the house.

He has a calm face and deep eyes, and ordinary people can't guess what he is thinking: "What age are you in? Do you still like to use this kind of mechanical clock?"

"I just prefer to listen to the sound of the hands moving. This gives me a more concrete understanding of the passage of time and life." Lord Jingtuo turned off the surveillance camera in the house, poured a cup of hot water and placed it on Wanjie. In front of me: "There are still three hours until the big screening starts. How are your people preparing?"

"Don't worry, there is no problem. If the people from Class 13 dare to come in, I will kill them all, especially Gao Ming." Wan Jie picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He was not afraid of Jingtuo God poisoning him.

"You disobeyed the General Administration's order and privately led a team into Laiwan Village. Not only did you fail to arrest anyone, but you also released the ghosts in the village. The General Administration is very dissatisfied with your performance." Lord Jingtuo said lightly, His expression didn't change, but the temperature in the room dropped a bit.

"I will satisfy them." Wan Jiefang put down his tea cup: "Do you have anything else?"

Seeing that Lord Jingtuo didn't speak, Wan Jie glanced at the compartments on both sides, grabbed the documents on the table, and wiped the blood on his face: "The disaster is spreading faster than anyone expected. Now our communication with the outside world is It was also cut off. I can understand the uneasiness of the higher-ups. After all, they are also human beings. They can also be afraid and die..."

Staring at the blood-stained documents on the table, Lord Jingtuo remained expressionless, seeming to be hesitating.

After a long time, he did not touch the water glass in front of him, but put a brand new information on the table: "The screening was held at the junction of the Old City and the East End, covering the poorest and most luxurious neighborhoods. We have A large number of investigators were sent in, but all the investigators who entered lost their memory and were transformed into abnormal people.”

"Amnesia?" Wan Jie opened the first page of the new information. The words he read immediately cheered him up: "A suspected level five abnormal event?"

"That's the result of the Shumi Research Institute's evaluation, so I'm curious, what exactly did you release from Lishan Hospital?"

"Is this abnormal incident related to the clay sculptures of Lishan Hospital?" Wan Jie concentrated on reading the information: "It should be made of the two clay sculptures at the bottom of the Black Lake. They can not only control memory, but also use the power of rules to strip away ghost patterns. , let us lose the ability given by ghosts.”

"You can't use the abilities of ghosts, and the same goes for Gao Ming and those ghost talk players. Your primary goal is to deal with abnormal events, but you can also kill those who are an eyesore in the process of completing the task." Lord Jingtuo will truly The plan was told to Wan Jie.

"It's a good idea, but I always feel..." Wan Jie put away the new information: "Will the General Administration want to take this opportunity to get rid of us too?"

"Don't think too much. Now is the time for the Investigation Bureau to hire people. They won't do such stupid things." Lord Jingtuo gently turned the edge of the tea cup and spoke calmly.

"I hope so." Wan Jie drank the water in the teacup in one gulp, turned to the compartments on both sides and said, "I'm leaving now. See you in the East District in three hours."

Wan Jie walked out of the office wearing a blood-stained uniform.

After the footsteps disappeared, the compartment door was opened, and Jing Tuo Shen's newly formed East District special security team walked out of it, including Zhuo Jun and Bai Xiao, who were fully armed.

"If you had taken action just now, we would have been almost certain to kill him." Lord Jingtuo did not raise his head, just looking at the tea leaves floating in the teacup.

No one present was willing to answer the question of Lord Jingtuo. After waiting for a few seconds, he waved his hand impatiently: "You should also go get ready. We will meet at the Xiangshengyong Apartment in the Old City in three hours."

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The sky was gloomy, and the daylight was getting shorter and shorter. It was only a little after four in the afternoon, and the street lights were all on.

The largest and most chaotic Xiangshengyong Apartment Complex in the old city and the Changcheng Community where the social elites of the East District lived were separated by only a wall. The not-so-high wall divided the two sides into different worlds.

There were only sporadic lights in the old city, while the neon lights in the East District reflected the colors of the dark clouds.

"People here may not be able to 'turn over' to the other side of the wall even if they work hard all their lives." Fan Li was wearing a black jacket, and the doctor Li Chengcai and the shot put athlete Ouyang Susu followed him.

The three of them underwent a transformation in a very short period of time, and their temperaments were sharper than before, especially Fan Li, who was much more mature and wore a special metal mask.

The street lights flickered, and more and more people appeared outside the apartment building. They were in groups of three or two, and most of them had fixed teammates.

"Should we wait before going in? Be careful and don't let Sister Zhang's tragedy happen again." Speaking of Sister Zhang, Ouyang Susu felt a little uncomfortable. They encountered danger in another abnormal incident. The nanny who knew some ghost sounds was killed by ghosts.

Exhaling a breath of cold air, Fan Li slowly opened his eyes hidden under the mask, and his eyes were full of bloodshot: "Find the people from Class 13 first, don't forget, we still owe him a life."