Ssssh—
The robe, along with the saber, was sliced open from the shoulder downwards.
Splattering blood dyed the great saber red.
That dazzling red made the eyes of the girl sitting frozen in a corner flicker, her pupils gradually focusing.
Hong Ya had already flown in front of the girl, half-crouching.
She panted, not looking at her wounds.
She knew that if not for the Bai Wuchang uniform protecting her, this cut would have been much deeper.
Drip—
Blood slid from her shoulders, from her fingertips… onto the ground.
Besides the recent cut, Hong Ya also bore various saber wounds sustained during her fight with the giant ghost.
There were no less than ten wounds on her body!
Now, knowing she had lost the chance to counterattack, her mind raced.
Was there any other way…
A way to escape…
She was determined to save the person!
Just then, the pressure-sensitive pen hovering above the air conditioner began to shake violently.
The shocking blood panicked Xu Asan, "Stop, stop! You despicable wretch!"
"Despicable? Hahahahaha…"
Xu Liu, being obstructed, became even more frenzied.
"This human is going to die anyway, wouldn't it be better to let me kill them! It saves you the effort!"
It was unclear whether he said this to Hong Ya or Xu Asan.
Although the remaining ghosts within the drawing tablet were being held back by Xu Asan and couldn't emerge,
The ghosts that had already come out were more than enough.
The giant ghost, wielding its great saber, walked step by step towards Hong Ya.
Each step made the ground tremble.
The great saber, having absorbed the blood of the ghost messenger, revealed an eerie pattern on its blade.
Hong Ya took a step back, placing one hand in front of her in a defensive posture.
With the other hand behind her back, a white work notebook materialized.
Hong Ya said earnestly, "Until her work is complete, I will not let you succeed!"
Ghost Liu: "That's easy, use her life to paint the final scene, it will surely be spectacular!"
"No! You don't understand!"
Hong Ya's expression was cold and resolute, "Human life, from beginning to end, is itself a work of art!"
How precious human life is, how advanced the mortal world is!
Well-fed and warmly clothed, even women can create freely, carving out their own worlds.
Everyone is free, and everyone can pursue their aspirations.
What a magnificent era this is!
Humans living in such a time, whether facing setbacks or achieving success, all become part of their life's masterpiece.
It was a brilliance she had never witnessed before!
…
"Then die! After you die, I will let her contribute her final warmth!"
Amidst Xu Liu's mad laughter, the giant ghost arrived before Hong Ya.
It raised the great saber in its hand.
The great saber hummed, seemingly eager to absorb the ghost messenger's blood.
At this moment, Hong Ya shielded the girl behind her, her hand behind her back already pressing down on the white work notebook.
The work notebook was gradually stained crimson.
A red light appeared!
At this moment, Xu Asan broke free from Xu Liu's control and charged towards the giant ghost.
Together, they were smashed into the white wall, now adorned with streaks of blood.
Bang—!
The barrier of ghostly energy that enveloped the entire room, unaffected even during combat, shattered.
A massive hole was also torn in the wall.
The pressure-sensitive pen and the giant ghost burst out of the room, exposed to the sky above the 22nd floor.
Light streamed through the gaping hole into the room, and the dense underworld aura within surged out eagerly.
At the same moment.
All members of the Eighteenth Team, whether they were guiding souls or resolving ghost incidents,
A red light illuminated their work notebooks.
It was a signal of danger, and a plea for help from a ghost messenger on the brink of death!
All members of the Eighteenth Team simultaneously looked in the direction of Sunshine Community.
…
'You're insane!'
Within the pressure-sensitive pen, Xu Liu roared at Xu Asan.
At this moment, a primal sense of crisis prompted Xu Liu to immediately issue a summons.
All the ghosts that had emerged through the "Scare" comic book flew back towards Sunshine Community in unison.
One ghost, two ghosts… dozens of ghosts…
Hundreds of ghosts…
They converged from all directions.
This was how "Inspiration" differed from other ghost artifacts.
"Inspiration" could create countless channels for power acquisition through a single human.
In moments of crisis, the power brought back by these ghosts would become its own!
…
"This way!"
On Kaihua Road.
Nie Jiu, who was on the roof of the spirit carriage, suddenly stood up.
In his hand, the work notebook emitting a red light had spontaneously flown out from his embrace.
And the direction indicated by this red light was towards Hong Ya's location.
Nie Jiu placed a hand on the work notebook, bowed slightly, and shot out like a cannonball.
He followed the path formed by the red light, charging towards Sunshine Community without any hesitation!
The spirit carriage, which was in motion, stopped.
The ghost driver poked his head out from the front of the carriage. He looked at the red light, unsure of what had happened.
Should he go?
What if he was just cannon fodder?
The ghost driver pondered for a moment and decided to go and see. If it was dangerous, it wouldn't be too late to flee.
…
The moment Nie Jiu pressed his palm down, several other members of the Eighteenth Team also pressed their handprints.
This was to inform other team members that they were on their way.
Those further away could come depending on the situation, or continue with their current tasks.
Several distinct auras belonging to ghost messengers appeared in various locations, all converging towards the same place.
Nearby ghosts, unrelated to the matter, cautiously peeked out and quickly retreated into their dens.
…
…
On the other side of District Eighteen.
Jiang Lin maintained his one-knee-kneeling posture, putting away the soul-guiding register emitting a red light in his hand.
This work notebook, besides its function of providing soul information, was also the only tool in each team that connected all members simultaneously.
Normally, everyone only used it to view soul information; the second function was almost ignored by everyone.
However, once activated,
It signified that a member had encountered a life-threatening danger.
It was a red alert!
It was also a signal for help!
"What, aren't you going to save your people?"
On the ground, the ghost whose chest was pinned by Jiang Lin's knee also saw the red light.
Its robes were tattered, its arms were gone, and its shoulders were bleeding profusely.
On its face, it wore a ghost mask.
And Jiang Lin's mourning stick was pressed against its throat.
Despite being like fish on a chopping block, ready to be disposed of, the ghost shopkeeper still had the leisure to pay attention to other matters.
It said slyly, "That's a distress signal, isn't it? What if you don't go and they die?"
As soon as it finished speaking, the mourning stick at its throat was pressed down further.
Its voice immediately turned into a choked gasp.
Knowing that Fu Jia and Nie Jiu were also rushing over, Jiang Lin temporarily felt at ease.
One was the highest-ranked among the twenty ghost messengers, and the other possessed the power within the staff.
He would leave that to them.
"How many ghost shopkeepers do you have?"
Jiang Lin looked at the ghost shopkeeper on the ground, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "What is your objective? Where did you come from?"
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