Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 510 Creating a Winning Chance

When a completely new vision appeared in Xia Shou's eyes, he also saw clearly what was loaded on the ghost car.

Those are human heads!

Those heads were alive, their eyeballs were rolling around, their expressions were full of fear, and some were still opening their mouths, but because they had no bodies, no sound came out.

"Damn it, what a beast." Xia Shou cursed in his heart.

These heads did not have the same expression of pain and madness as Kenon's, which meant that they were all like Huangfu Zuoren, with their bodies left outside and only their heads were removed and sent here.

But if these heads belonged to the people from the funeral home, they would not have such terrified and confused expressions. After all, everyone in the funeral home knew why they were being beheaded.

Excluding these two possibilities, there is only one result left.

They are all ordinary people from outside, who were beheaded by the funeral home and sent here to serve as ghost soldiers!

No, it's not that simple.

If it were Xia Shou, he would not chop off their heads in reality, but come in here and chop off their heads. In this way, even if the head is separated from the body, the person can still feel the existence of the physical body.

In this way, the funeral home can command and rule them by torturing their bodies.

outside.

The ghost cart's rows of legs moved in an interlaced manner as it passed in front of Xia Shou. The box on its back was incredibly long, and there was no telling how many heads were loaded inside, from people of all races.

Asian, European, African, you can tell them by their skin color without looking closely.

there's a few?
Hundreds or thousands?

With so many people missing in reality, doesn’t the Control Bureau notice anything unusual?
The funeral home itself has no base and its organizational capabilities are not strong enough. It is not possible for a scattered organization to send so many people from all over the world here.

Where are they going to be sent?
The fate of these people is almost imaginable. They will be put into completely unfamiliar bodies, repeatedly warned not to get their heads damaged, and then sent into the battlefield.

What they have to face are evil ghosts who have long lost their sanity and have no other thoughts except to keep killing, or... those ghost generals guarding the underworld.

Their heads will break off sooner or later.

Speaking of which, when in the underworld, a person's main consciousness resides in the head, which can control the body, even other people's.

But what if the head is shattered? Where does consciousness go?

Xia Shou moved his body and his fingers had already grabbed the edge of the wall, but he suddenly stopped halfway through the squatting movement.

Am I... planning to rescue someone?

Xia Shou himself was confused.

As an employee of the Control Bureau, saving lives is a matter of course.

The responsibility of the Control Bureau is to maintain normal social order and protect ordinary people.

But now [Self-Destruction] is on cooldown and the Mask of Desire cannot be used. It is unwise to actively fight a monster of unknown strength.

What's more, they themselves were fleeing. How could they escape even if they saved thousands of people and carried these thousands of heads with them?
forget it.

At this time, being able to protect yourself is a victory.

"Brother Xia, when are we going to go up?"

A sudden voice suddenly came from the side.

And when he just came in, there was no one around him!

Who can get close to him with the scorpion spine implanted without making any noise?

Xia Shou was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. He opened his eyes wide, tilted his head slightly, and glanced to the side.

Under the red moonlight, a translucent figure squatted there, staring at the passing ghost car with his sharp eyes.

Who is he?
Spirit?

No, I can’t sense him using the Soul Binding Lock.

Another guess quickly flashed through Xia Shou's mind, but Alice's relaxed hands also proved that this was not delusion.

Then, it could only be his own hallucination. This person looked familiar.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down, the dense footsteps of the ghost car slowed down, and the dust raised also drifted slowly under the moonlight.

Only the young man in front of him was still looking forward with a firm face. His expression reminded Xia Shou of those students in elementary school who swore an oath in front of the red flag with innocent and simple faith.

Xia Shou remembered that he had seen the other person in that memory. This was his earliest and youngest appearance.

Xia Shou looked at this inexplicable illusion in surprise, but the other party suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide open and bright.

His eyes sparkled with anticipation, and there was a hint of excited smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Xia, give them a chance to win!"

……

……

The ghost car was still passing by. 102 pressed his body against the wall, glancing outside. The things loaded on the car were bouncing up and down in the bumps, which made 102 frown.

"Tsk! These beasts are getting more and more beastly."

There are so many people, I guess they can’t be saved.

With this number rating, it is already an extremely dangerous hazard. I don’t know how the funeral home managed to abduct them here without making any noise.

But what can they do?

Such a large-scale transport looks like just a ghost car passing by. Who knows what monsters are secretly escorting it.

Even outside, they only had the option of contacting the headquarters, and in the underworld, they couldn't even contact the headquarters.

If you can get out alive, report to your superiors.

No. 102 had already made his choice in his mind, and he didn't even need to think about it.

Any normal person who is not stupid would make this choice. The same goes for Gu Liang and Shen Fei beside him. They could only watch the strange car pass by helplessly and angrily.

However, the next second, No. 102 suddenly saw a figure jumping out from the shadow of the dilapidated house opposite.

"What the hell?"

At first glance, 102 thought they were some kind of ghost soldiers of unknown origin.
But when she saw clearly that it was Xia Shoushi, her head buzzed.

"Damn, is that guy cerebral palsy?! How can such a thing walk on its own?!"

No. 102 cursed through gritted teeth, but his body had already started moving.

She did not rush out, but crouched down and moved among the abandoned houses on the street, looking for the position that could best support Xia Shou.

Gu Liang and Shen Fei did not act rashly. They were support personnel, and hiding themselves was the biggest help.

Pedros squatted behind a house, looking at Xia Shou who had just rushed into the street with puzzled eyes.

Xia Shou flashed out from the street, raised his foot, and kicked the knee of one of the thighs in the middle of the ghost car with lightning speed, breaking it.

Then, he raised his legs continuously and kicked the side of the Ghost Car repeatedly, each kick hitting the knee joint, directly breaking more than a dozen legs on one side.

The left-right balance was destroyed and the speed of the ghost car slowed down instantly.

The person at the front of the car realized belatedly that he could no longer run. He turned around, saw Xia Shou, opened his mouth and raised his head to shout.

Just as the other party was about to shout, Tongziqie slashed across the neck of the man in the car and cut off his head neatly.

"Who dares to stop our car?"

An impatient voice came from above.

Then, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and a shadow with spread wings floated across the sky, slowly landing on the ground under the red moon.

Xia Shou stood beside the ghost car, looking at the birdman falling from the sky with an expressionless face.

(End of this chapter)