Wang Liang browsed through the ranking of fierce ghosts by terror level one by one, not missing a single word, especially those fierce ghosts that carried out attacks on a global scale.
Here, parts of—or even the entirety of—the killing patterns of the fierce ghosts on the ranking were recorded. All of that information had been piled up with human lives.
If he remembered it now, it might play a crucial role if he ever encountered them in the future.
Of course, there were also some for which knowing was useless. There were no loopholes to exploit, and ordinary people had no chance of survival. One had to possess sufficiently powerful supernatural restraint oneself in order to survive, or even resolve them.
After Wang Liang finished reading these carefully, what followed the ranking was a paper with an extremely high number of likes and shares, its influence immense.
“The Power of Ghosts Can Affect All Matter, With Only One Exception: Gold.” Signed: Bruce Pi.
In other words, the most commonly used method to imprison fierce ghosts was to use containers made of gold; only then was it safe.
And the author of this paper, Bruce Pi, was none other than the famous Professor Wang Xiaoming, the intellectual pillar in Mysterious Revival, an important figure in the Asia Division of the Ghost Controller Headquarters—his importance, in some sense, even surpassed the safety of an entire city.
On this website, aside from shared important information and discussion forums, one could also directly purchase certain items online. Goods were shipped from nearby, and delivery was extremely fast. This was also Wang Liang’s main purpose in logging into this website this time.
However, this special website leaned somewhat official in nature. Aside from some basic gold products, weapons could only be purchased after real-name registration, and only small firearms were available. Heavy weapons were forbidden—at least that was the case here in the Asia Division.
Purchases would be recorded by the local authorities, so even if some unaffiliated ghost controllers knew of this website’s existence, they would not buy things on it.
Instead, they would go to certain overseas websites. But Wang Liang did not have those channels, and for the time being, he did not need to purchase heavy weapons.
He himself was an official member, and this time his main goal was to obtain a gold body bag to use for catching the ghost infant tomorrow.
The benefits and treatment from headquarters had not come through yet, but he had some savings of his own from these years. He figured he should be able to buy one first for temporary use, then get reimbursed afterward.
Wang Liang opened the purchase section and searched for gold body bags.
Gold body bag: 20,000,000.
Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands...
After clearly seeing the price, Wang Liang silently exited the website, took out his satellite phone, and dialed.
“Mr. Wang, this is Su Xinxi, your operator. May I ask what you need?”
“Mm, just call me Wang Liang. I need a gold body bag.”
On the other end of the phone, when Su Xinxi heard Wang Liang asking for a gold body bag, she immediately perked up.
“Have you encountered a supernatural incident? Are there casualties? Has the fierce ghost been suppressed by you? Do you need me to contact someone to seal off the area?”
“...Stop. You have too many questions. It’s just in case. If it can be delivered, send it to my residence at Rongfa Community before tomorrow morning. Hanging up. I’m going to take a shower.”
Beep—
“Take—hello, hello?”
Su Xinxi stared at the disconnected call, stunned for two seconds. What kind of reason was taking a shower?
She puffed out her cheeks and took two deep breaths, then still called the relevant department in Dachang City again and explained the arrangements.
Even though Wang Liang was currently only a temporary person in charge, after the higher-ups had agreed to Wang Liang’s conditions, his request for a gold body bag was absolutely not an issue.
Before dawn the next day, just over ten minutes after Wang Liang made the call, a uniformed person came to his door. After verifying his information, they handed him a gold body bag.
When it came to supernatural matters, in most cases, the relevant departments moved very quickly. After all, sometimes being a little slow meant the loss of a human life.
The next day,
Wang Liang took the gold body bag, placed the coffin nail in the pocket of his overcoat to carry with him, then drove to the outside of the residential community where Wang Shanshan’s family lived.
Wang Shanshan carried a one-inch photo of him. Yesterday, he had sensed some changes in the gray line extending toward the one-inch photo where Wang Shanshan was. At times it deepened slightly, and at times it returned to normal.
That was the ghost infant wandering around, but it had never made a move, because on Wang Shanshan’s arm there was still the ghost-eye ghost-slave mark Yang Jian had left behind unintentionally. It was waiting for the ghost-eye mark to disappear.
If the ghost infant did not make a move, Wang Liang could not determine its position. He also did not have a ghost domain and could not reliably catch it, so he had not rushed over.
But now, it was about time. The ghost infant’s wandering was becoming more and more frequent. It was about to act.
As time passed, when that special feeling surged up again, Wang Liang, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the car, opened his eyes. A cold, gloomy aura spread out. The Sadako supernatural power was activated, and in his vision, a gray line that was constantly deepening extended toward the residential community ahead.
In a certain high-end residential community, inside an apartment on the sixteenth floor,
Wang Bin had taken his wife and daughter to hide in the master bedroom, locking the bedroom door dead. All the lights in the room had been turned on, but they still could not illuminate the gloom over their hearts.
“That thing is right outside the door, right outside! Dad, is Yang Jian here yet?” Wang Shanshan was incomparably terrified, her mind on the verge of collapse.
“I already called him. Don’t panic. I’ve already promised Yang Jian five hundred thousand. He’s on his way.”
Wang Bin was telling them not to panic, but in truth, his own heart was in utter chaos. The strange bluish-black child he had seen through the peephole just now had completely shattered his understanding of this world.
That seemed to really be a ghost!
As for Wang Haiyan at the side, although she also felt something was not right, in the end she had not seen the ghost infant with her own eyes like her husband and daughter had. She was merely tense along with the people beside her, without quite understanding what exactly they were tense about.
Click.
From the living room came the sound of the front door being opened.
“Impossible, I clearly locked it from the inside!”
Wang Bin completely panicked. The front door had not stopped the other party—could the locked bedroom door possibly stop it?
Wang Haiyan was frightened as well. Thinking it was a home invasion, she hurriedly hugged her daughter and retreated.
Wang Bin stood in front of his daughter and wife, his mind frantically searching for a way out.
He glanced toward the window, then immediately turned his head away. This was the sixteenth floor!
Creak.
The locked bedroom door also began to turn downward. The lock seemed to have completely lost its function.
“Ah, it’s coming, it’s coming!”
“Don’t be afraid, daughter. I—I’ll fight it.”
Wang Bin grabbed the clothes rack beside the bed and clutched it tightly, preparing to struggle.
“Husband, what exactly is that thing? I’ll help too.”
Wang Haiyan also hurriedly shielded her daughter behind her. Although she did look down on people, had mocked Yang Jian, and was somewhat snobbish, her love for her daughter was indeed beyond question.
Accompanied by a creak, the bedroom door opened a crack. A bluish-black child’s head poked in from outside. Its completely pitch-black eyes, without pupils, carried a strange and sinister quality as they surveyed the people inside the room.