Under the gloomy sky was the silhouette of a gloomy modern city.
Among the buildings made of concrete and steel, there were not many people. It was like an empty city.
Some of the walls were covered in cracks and moss. There were even dried bloodstains. It brought about a strange and terrifying atmosphere.
"Damn it, it's here again … Run!"
A group of survivors panicked and ran for their lives. It was as if there was a lion or tiger chasing after them.
No, to them, it was something more terrifying than a lion or tiger.
Strange!
Or rather … a specter spirit!
A ferocious spirit that moved in the form of a human but had a thirst to kill the living!
There were men and women among the survivors, but there were no old or young. It was obvious that those with poor stamina had long been left behind.
If they were lucky and did not attract the attention of the being, they would probably be able to escape.
The fate of most of those who were left behind was self-evident.
They turned a corner and quickly ran into a large supermarket.
"What's the use of running … Didn't the Secret Service say publicly that we need to find the pattern of the specters?" A fat middle-aged man stuck his tongue out. He picked up a bottle of mineral water and poured it over his head, occasionally taking a few sips.
"What do the people it kills have in common? Or their behavior patterns? "
A bespectacled man next to him, who looked like he had just graduated from university, had his hands trembling. He pushed his glasses up and began to think and analyze. However, from the looks of it, his brain was probably in a mess.
"Damn it, I saw the specter spirit that killed people. Don't you get it? It's not a specter, and it's not a puppet! It's a specter spirit! "
A fashionable woman who had broken off the heel of her high heels cursed.
Specter spirit!
These two words were like a boulder that pressed down on everyone's heart.
Back then, the mysterious cases were only spread within a small circle, and the Secret Service was responsible for sealing them off.
However, at some point in time, the swordsman discovered another type of specter spirit. Different from the specters, they appeared in the form of special humans.
Although some details and race were different from the people of this world, they were still humans!
The biggest difference between these Specters and Specters was that they knew how to be flexible. Although they still couldn't communicate, they didn't strictly follow the rules of killing.
Although most of the time, they would follow their instincts and kill people according to certain rules, if there were no unlucky people who followed the rules, they would randomly choose to kill humans. They would not even use the rules to conflict and cause the machine to crash.
The only thing they had in common was an even crazier desire to kill.
It was as if … he wanted to return the world to zero!
This led to the death of the swordsman on a large scale, and the number of supernatural cases skyrocketed. In the end, they could no longer be kept under wraps and were exposed to the public.
By now, everyone knew about the rules of the mysterious beings and spirits. Many organizations similar to secret agencies had sprung up like mushrooms after the rain.
As long as they stood on the side of humans, the government would recognize and support them.
Nowadays, those special humans who mastered strange objects and abilities were no longer called sword-bearers, but exorcists!
He treated the specters as his greatest enemy!
After the fashionable woman finished speaking, a sense of despair spread through the crowd.
The fat middle-aged man who had been drinking water immediately said, "We're unlucky to have been sucked into this strange space … But according to the warning system of every city, someone should find out and report it soon. The exorcists will arrive soon. Although this specter is scary, it's not at the level of a natural disaster. We still have a chance of survival!"
Drip! Drip!
At this moment, he heard the sound of water dripping.
The fat man looked at the empty bottle in his hand and shook his head. His expression became numb.
Everyone looked out the window.
There, a figure dressed in a white dress with her hair draped loosely over her shoulders. Her face could not be seen clearly. Beneath her dress, there were no feet!
Screams instantly broke the silence. Everyone chose to split up and run for their lives.
Ordinary people couldn't fight against the Specters. All they could do was gamble with their lives.
Gamble that the specter would look for someone else and not themselves!
"Calm down, calm down! Although the specter doesn't follow the rules, she prioritizes targets that follow the rules … What are her rules? Sight? Smell? Sound? Water? "
As the fat man ran through the fire escape, his eyes darted around and looked back.
He saw the face of the black-haired woman in the white dress slowly pressed against the glass.
The specter's body was like a shadow as it was thrown into the glass.
The next moment, there was a scream.
The fashionable woman fell to the ground. Her dressing box was open, and a greenish-black hand grabbed her ankle!
"It's a mirror! That specter kills through a mirror? Or … is it refraction? Any image that can be refracted? "
The fat man's pupils shrank. He quickly recalled his own body. There was nothing like a mirror.
He even threw away a dagger that he used for self-defense because the blade was too shiny.
Against that thing, even missiles were useless. Rather than saying that the dagger was used to deal with the specter, it was better to say that it was used to defend against other people.
He didn't plan to tell others about this discovery.
If others became targets, at least he could survive until the end.
…
In a shopping mall.
The area had been sealed off.
Two pale-faced, expressionless men walked in together.
"I can feel the fluctuations of space … those victims are in different dimensions …"
A young man with dead fish eyes moved his eyeballs. "This level of specter is comparable to a third form exorcist …"
The mysterious cases had escalated, and the original sword-bearers and integration training had been eliminated.
What replaced them was an even more terrifying and mysterious promotion route.
By crushing the specter and integrating the specified characteristics, one could become a true 'exorcist'!
"Luckily, it hasn't reached the fourth form, which is the Calamity level … the two of us can work together and test it out."
The other exorcist with a gloomy aura who didn't look like a living person replied, "Completing this mission can also accumulate contribution points … Strive to advance to the fourth form as soon as possible. In this world … only the fourth form king of specters can have a good night's sleep …"
"The organization's' route 'is only that one, the lack of resources is too big … there's a long queue, I don't have much hope."
The dead fish eyes who spoke first sneered. "It's better to use contribution points to exchange for something else. This world is going to end sooner or later, we should enjoy every moment we can …"
Normal people thought that spirit exorcists were powerful and omnipotent, and that they were superhumans.
But only they themselves knew how dangerous and terrifying this route was.
The higher one stood, the more they could understand the despair of the world!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
