The rules of this world could be easily changed by strange forces.
Fang Xian had only tried for a while before his body turned into nothingness.
"It... it's gone..."
Yellow Leaf gasped loudly, feeling extremely incredulous. "I actually survived?"
Secret Service, Headquarter.
Haig looked at the damage report and slammed his fist on the table. "How could we lose track of such a dangerous Evil Spirit?"
A Evil Spirit with this teleportation ability was too dangerous.
It could even spread curses through sight.
Haig could not imagine how many civilians would die if it spread.
Suddenly, a large amount of blood seeped out of the drawer of his desk.
Haig's face became frightened, but he quickly calmed down. He twisted the ring on his right index finger with his left hand.
As one of the three leaders of the Secret Service, of course, he had extraordinary abilities.
At this moment, a cold and gloomy aura exploded.
The blood slowly shrank back into the drawer. The drawer began to shake as if a beast was being locked inside.
Haig took out a key and opened the drawer.
In the dark red wooden drawer, there was nothing but a brown notebook with a hard cover.
Suddenly, the notebook flipped open, revealing a line of blood-red handwriting. "Haig... our operation has failed..."
"To prevent possible 'contamination', we have to contact you in this way..."
"XXX has just rebelled again. All attempts to interfere with it have failed. Not only have they failed, but they have also been cursed..."
"We have been dragged into the deepest level of Hell. We can never come back..."
"Be careful! It can't be seen, heard, touched, or thought... Otherwise, the most terrible thing will happen to you! "
...
Haig gazed at the notebook as if he wanted to memorize every word written in blood.
After a long time, he exhaled and slumped on the office chair as if he was paralyzed.
"Tell Qing to bring the Forgotten Magic Mirror to me!"
He grabbed the phone, his voice heavy.
Not long after, a woman walked in with a mirror covered by a black cloth.
"Latest news, the headquarter's attempt to deal with it has failed... The two leaders are in a desperate situation..."
Haig's voice was stern as he wrote a note on a piece of paper. "This is the key to deal with it... Seal it in the most secret way... Remind me when you need it. Now, I have to forget this part of my memory."
Qing was silent.
Only when he heard the news that the two giants had failed did his eyes waver.
She silently accepted the note and tore off the black cloth on the mirror.
Being reflected in the mirror, Haig's face became dull.
…
"Hmm … My stupid disciple Kui Shi has died of old age?"
Fang Xian stood on the rooftop of a huge concrete building, looking down at the city as he thought about the information he had just received. 'Aisala is smart. She has really become a big shot in this strange world … The few ascension paths that I deduced back then have also been proven and developed …'
He had already changed into a modern outfit, and the terrible wound on his chest had long since disappeared.
"Perhaps I should go and meet him? After all, she is my disciple, and she has also cultivated a part of the Fang Technique … As for that crazy incarnation, there is no need to rush … Hmm, when I woke up just now, I seemed to have stimulated it … "
He looked in a certain direction and sneered.
Against a completely crazy opponent, even if the opponent was slightly stronger than him, there was no need to worry.
Furthermore, the opponent must have turned into the most terrifying strange case. Theoretically speaking, all the exorcists in this world were his helpers.
He did not have the weird habit of fighting alone, and it would be best if he could fight as a group.
Because they were all incarnations, their strength was far from Level Seven. At most, they had some high-level characteristics, and it was still possible for them to be besieged and killed.
"Hmm … Then let's go and meet Aisala first!"
Fang Xian made up his mind.
At this moment, his expression changed.
Frenzied emotions surged, quickly drowning his rationality.
He became expressionless and was controlled by his crazy instincts.
There were many kinds of craziness. Hysteria was one, and expressionless cold-blooded murderers were also another.
'Fang Xian' expressionlessly took a step forward.
In front of him was the sky, and he instantly fell from it.
Thud!
His body landed on the ground and created a huge pit.
The grey dust did not disperse. Instead, it spread in a strange manner.
From the dust, a figure slowly walked out.
"What happened?"
"Someone died?
Some of the onlookers were frightened, and some were secretly excited.
However, the next moment, they heard footsteps.
A figure walked out of the dust, expressionless, and his eyes were gray.
Thud!
He took a step forward.
Around him, a few people fell to the ground at the same time and turned into ashes.
"It's the Phantom Spirit!"
"Run!"
"Call the Secret Service's hotline!"
The crowd of onlookers dispersed in an uproar, running as fast as rabbits.
What they didn't realize was that behind Fang Xian, the rate at which the gray fog was expanding had increased.
In an instant, it covered the street, the area, and even … the whole city!
Crazy did not mean that he would not use his own abilities!
At this moment, the whole city had become a cage of despair!
…
Three days later.
In another city.
The bright sun shone on the quiet street. Young men and women walked in twos and threes, holding hands, as if enjoying a sweet relationship.
A little girl wearing a small dress, a huge white sunhat, and sunglasses sat on a high chair in a beverage shop, looking at everything through the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
"Madam Aisharo!"
Suddenly, the glass door was pushed open, and a group of people walked in. The leader was Haig.
"Tsk … those little ghosts that won't go away."
Aisharo snorted and bit her straw.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you …" Haig bowed at a ninety-degree angle. Behind him, a female secretary placed a file on the table and opened it.
The first picture was a picture of a city sealed off by a gray fog.
"A new Phantom Spirit? What does it have to do with me? "
Aisharo sipped her drink slowly. The passage of time did not seem to have changed her at all.
"Due to the appearance of two new Unknown Level Phantom Spirits, the Secret Service is having a hard time dealing with them. Madam, please help us … we need the information in that notebook, we need the power of Form 5!"
Haig said sincerely.
"Haha … such greedy people. Or, is this the evil nature of humans? Only knowing how to take and take? "
Aisharo laughed and said, "What if I don't help you? Are you going to arrest me? No … all these years, haven't I been on the wanted list? "
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