"It's over, I can never look at a cornfield the same way again."
"Look at the sweet corn my mom cooked in my hand... I choose silence."
The viewers had expected the ghost envoys to quickly break through the isolation barrier and then fight the ghost monkeys.
But after waiting for a while, they only saw the ghost monkeys continuously entering.
And the ghost envoys inside were completely silent.
"Holy crap, holy crap... are the ghost envoys in danger?"
"Is this being devoured from the inside?"
"Streamer? Streamer?"
...
Jiang Lin, who was being called by the viewers, did not respond.
On the viewers' screens, only three cameras were displayed.
But in front of Jiang Lin, there were over ten cameras.
Besides Hong Ya's side, several other teams among the members encountered similar situations.
As soon as they detected something was wrong, they were isolated.
Just like the dream of the Seven-Colored Eggs, these pollution sources were gradually learning to think.
Disguise, isolation of rescue signals.
These were things that had not appeared in the past year.
And in the future, they would become even stronger.
Even more undeniable.
"Isn't the streamer going to help?"
The viewers in front of the screens became confused.
Were those pollution sources not that powerful?
The answer to them was Jiang Lin's figure, quietly standing in the air.
...
"What should we do? Is there a way to open it?"
Inside the black isolation space, Hong Ya and Bai Wan leaned back-to-back.
While resisting the attacks of the ghost monkeys, they were trying to find a way out.
After trying several times, Bai Wan shook his head, "No."
"Even if this isolation space is broken, another isolation shield will immediately cover it."
The ghost monkeys were too fast, there was no time to send out the [Call for Rescue] signal.
"Qiao Linglong is probably trapped too," Hong Ya said.
If they, two ghost envoys, were like this, Qiao Linglong would likely have even less chance of getting out.
"Let's take a gamble."
Hong Ya took a deep breath, his expression becoming resolute, "You break the first layer, I'll break the second.
We'll take turns, at least to get the message out!"
Bai Wan was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay."
If both of them went all out to break the isolation shield, they would inevitably lose their defense against the ghost monkeys.
But if they didn't do this, they would only be walking towards a dead end by slowly depleting their strength.
Gambling might give them a sliver of hope.
After making the decision, Hong Ya began to accumulate strength.
"If I die, remember to burn more novels and TV shows for me."
"Okay."
Bai Wan replied.
He had already started transferring the ghost energy from the ghost energy shield around him for defense.
"If you're still alive, go to the Ghost Market and eat a good meal for me."
"Okay."
After the two ghosts made their agreement, they began to count down in their hearts: three, two, one.
"Three,"
"Two,"
"…!"
Just as the ghost energy in their bodies reached its peak and they were about to charge forward,
Suddenly, a gap appeared in the black isolation shield in front of them.
The light from outside penetrated.
The ghost monkeys immediately began to repair it, but the attack from outside seemed faster.
One after another, gaps like knife light appeared on the isolation shield.
"Now!"
Bai Wan immediately rushed forward, breaking the isolation shield along with the power from outside.
Hong Ya, seizing the opportunity, took out his Underworld Work Log and pressed his bloody hand onto it.
In an instant,
A red beam of light shot out from the gap in the isolation shield.
Then it instantly turned into several smaller beams of light, flying in different directions.
This beam of light conveyed two signals:
One: Danger! Do not enter if weak!
Two: Requesting rescue!
For a moment, all the members of the Eighteenth Team who received the signal and were not in trouble looked over.
"Not good, something's happened!"
...
Swish—
The isolation shield formed by the ghost monkeys completely shattered.
Balls of pollution sources the size of footballs fell to the ground.
At that moment, Bai Wan and Hong Ya finally saw what had been helping to break the isolation shield from the outside...
Paper figures?
Outside the isolation shield, there were only three paper figures half a meter tall.
Besides them, there were no other 'living beings'.
"Captain Jiang?"
On the other side, Qiao Linglong also successfully flew out.
Just like Hong Ya and the others, the moment she flew out, she sent out the request for rescue signal.
The three ghost envoys regrouped, looking at the three paper figures that were clearly rendered useless.
"Are they from Captain Jiang?"
Suddenly, several red beams of light flew towards them from a distance.
Attracting the attention of the three ghosts.
—These were [Call for Rescue] signals sent by other team members.
"It seems we're not the only ones in trouble."
Bai Wan readjusted the remaining ghost energy in his body, his gaze falling on the cornfield below.
There,
Balls of pollution sources and ghost monkeys were preparing to make a comeback.
But the biggest problem now was that they might be being parasitized.
If not dealt with quickly, it would be troublesome later.
Return to the Underworld first?
What about the pollution sources below?
Seeing the meat within reach, the other party might not be willing to let them go.
...
...
"This feels like it's going to be a tough fight."
"Why are these pollution sources so troublesome?!"
"I don't care, ghost envoy big shots, keep it up! Keep it up! Go!"
In the live stream,
The viewers watched with bated breath.
Some even stopped doing their homework or yoga.
They were afraid that if they blinked, the ghost envoy big shots would be gone.
Things that could endanger the lives of the ghost envoy big shots, if they were to run into the city...
That scene was unimaginable.
Some viewers clicked on another camera and found that the streamer was still standing in place.
Showing no intention of going to help.
"The paper figures are useless, does the streamer big shot have a second plan?"
...
In the air, Jiang Lin was not looking at the comments.
He slightly raised his chin, and the rising red beams of light came from all directions.
Intertwining in the air.
As if in an instant, all areas had become dangerous.
It turned out that in the dream of the Seven-Colored Eggs,
The events recorded by the Underworld on that day were this scene.
If he had been unaware and suddenly encountered so many [Call for Rescue] signals.
He would probably have been caught off guard and unable to handle everything.
By analogy,
The day he and the entire Eighteenth Team disappeared,
The pollution sources must have made more plans and created more crises.
To the extent that the ghost envoys of the Underworld were too busy to care for others, and could only focus on guarding what was in front of them.
In comparison,
Today's event was like a beginning.
The pollution sources'... first plan and rehearsal.
The thought was chilling.
Jiang Lin looked in the direction of the King of Hell's Palace and murmured,
"Lord King of Hell, did you see all of this?"
The first dream information node had been confirmed.
...