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Chapter 445 The Ghost in the Mirror! (Please Subscribe)

Thanks to Mu Sheng's efforts, Wang Xiaoming and his team's mission in Dachang City was completed in less than a day.

The group came quietly and left quietly, without taking away a single cloud.

On the plane back to Okyoto.

Wang Xiaoming stared blankly at the clouds outside the window, a pen unconsciously spinning in his hand, drawing arcs.

"Make a note of this!"

Wang Xiaoming suddenly snapped out of his reverie, grabbed the spinning pen, and said.

"Mu Sheng is an unknown vengeful ghost known to possess a kind of ghost that can predict the future and has a golden ghost domain."

The Ghost Mist of Feng Quan, the first Interpol agent in Dachang City. (He may also have control over the Graveyard Ghost.)
The corpses of former members of the Xiaoqiang Club. (The vengeful spirits within other club members were also likely imprisoned by this person.)
And the ghost blood of Yan Li, a folk ghost tamer.

"It is deduced that this person may possess some ability to suppress multiple vengeful ghosts."

"Code name."

Wang Xiaoming paused for a few seconds and said, "Tentatively, it will be the Ghost King!"

The staff member next to him was typing rapidly on the keyboard, recording every word Wang Xiaoming said.

"Professor Wang, I have written down everything you said. Please take a look."

The staff member handed the laptop to Wang Xiaoming for review.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at it quickly and said indifferently, "Archive it!"

In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second!
Those who control ghosts are often deeply malevolent because their minds and bodies are corrupted by vengeful spirits for a long time, and their behavior is often more eccentric and extreme.

The title of "King of Demons" is believed to cause dissatisfaction among many demon tamers.

We're all ghost tamers, so why is your codename Ghost King?

Whose king do you, Musheng, want to be?

This can be considered Wang Xiaoming's little act of willfulness!

Wang Xiaoming was unwilling to go against his principles and directly use official power to make things difficult for Mu Sheng, but he could still annoy him a little.

'Ghost King?'

Li Jun recalled his previous battle with Mu Sheng.

Although he admitted that Mu Sheng controlled a rather large number of vengeful spirits, he also acknowledged that there were other spirit controllers who controlled the same number of vengeful spirits.

As far as he knew, there were at least four vengeful spirits inside Old Qin's body at headquarters.

The code name "Ghost King" is a bit too exaggerated.

However, seeing that Wang Xiaoming had made up his mind, Li Jun didn't say anything.

After imprisoning the ghost coffin and the ghost messengers inside in the refining space, Mu Sheng was relieved of one thing he had been worrying about.

Before Wang Xiaoming and the others could leave, it transformed into a golden rainbow and flew back to the club manor.

With the help of a group of tall, chubby girls, they swam and played in the pool.

The resurgence of vengeful ghosts and the outbreak of supernatural phenomena cannot affect his current enjoyment.

"Mr. Mu, there's a call for you!"

A maid approached him with his phone.

"Telephone?"

Mu Sheng took the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey! Zhang Wei, what do you want with your dad?"

"A party? No problem, who's coming?"

"Forget about karaoke, let's just have a party at my manor!"

"Yes, I own an estate!"

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A dozen minutes later, Mu Sheng couldn't stand Zhang Wei's exaggerated questioning any longer and immediately hung up the phone.

After the "ghost knocking on the door" incident at No. 7 Middle School, several of the surviving students were infected, and some have already left Dachang City.

Several people developed a psychological trauma after that day, trembling at the sight of elderly people in black clothes, and even afraid to turn off the lights when they went to sleep at night.

Zhang Wei, on the other hand, was carefree and acted as if nothing was wrong, spending all his time playing around since he didn't have to go to school.

Day two!
Around 10 a.m., the luxury cars that Mu Sheng had sent to pick up people, each worth millions, drove back to the manor.

These cars were left behind by members of the Xiaoqiang Club. Mu Sheng took them all since no one else wanted them.

In front of the fountain garden, three luxury cars were parked in a row at the gate.

Several hostesses immediately stepped forward and opened the car door for the group of students.

"Holy crap! Mu Sheng, are you being kept by a rich woman?"

As soon as he got out of the car, Zhang Wei's smug voice rang out.

"Here, this is a gift for you!"

Zhang Wei walked a few steps to Mu Sheng and placed a soft object with a metallic, frosted feel into Mu Sheng's hand.

"Ok?"

Mu Sheng squeezed the object in his hand, sensing something was amiss.

Upon picking it up, a small ball made of metal wire appeared before his eyes.

"Damn it! Zhang Wei! Why did you give Dad a steel wool ball?"

In his anger, Mu Sheng even blurted out his hometown accent.

A fat man whose sleazy aura was impossible to conceal got out of the car right after Zhang Wei, looking at Mu Sheng with a pained expression.

"The steel wool speaks of forbearance!"

"Sheng! You've sacrificed so much for our class reunion!"

"Wow, I'm so touched!"

As he spoke, Fatty patted Mu Sheng on the shoulder, looking like he understood.

However, his narrowed eyes had already betrayed his true nature.

He kept glancing at the female greeter's thighs and her groin.

"Damn it! You two bastards!"

Mu Sheng gave them both middle fingers to express his dissatisfaction.

Then he looked at Yang Jian, Zhao Lei, Su Lei, Wang Shanshan, Miao Xiaoshan and others behind him.

"Yang Jian, have you not slept for days? Your dark circles are as dark as an African's!"

Not just his eye circles, Yang Jian's entire face looked bluish, as if he had suffered from some serious illness.

Upon getting closer, Mu Sheng carefully sensed Yang Jian's physical condition.

The fluctuations of the rules emanating from the Ghost Eye were as restless as boiling water, trying to break through Yang Jian's body.

'Only the fluctuations of a single ghost's rules.'

'Where's the headless ghost? Didn't Yang Jian already subdue it? Why hasn't he controlled the second ghost yet?'

Mu Sheng was somewhat puzzled.

Mu Sheng had no idea that it was because he had suppressed the human skin paper early on that the Golden Ghost Prison was forged from it.

As a result, Yang Jian lost the guidance of the human skin paper and has yet to figure out how to control the second ghost.

In addition, the power of the Ghost Eye far surpasses that of ordinary vengeful spirits, and its erosion of Yang Jian's body becomes increasingly severe.

"Are you alright? If you can't hold on, don't try. Come help me!"

"It's okay, I can still manage!"

Yang Jian shook his head and said that he knew what Mu Sheng meant. He wanted him to join the Underworld and accept a divine position, to become the number one Yama of the Underworld.

When Zhao Jianguo came to Dachang City before, he also approached him and promised that as long as he joined Interpol, he would help him control the second ghost.

Of course, it's not free; you need enough merit points to redeem a spot.

However, Yang Jian didn't like to hand his fate over to others, and he wouldn't give up until the very last moment. Moreover, through his own exploration and experimentation, Yang Jian had vaguely discovered some patterns in controlling the second ghost.

He was even less likely to give up.

"Alright! Take it easy, if it really comes down to it, just call me!"

"I can't handle big problems, and I don't want to deal with small ones, but remember, call me if you need anything, it'll work!"

Mu Sheng said in a very serious tone.

Yang Jian could only raise two middle fingers to express his gratitude.

"Hahaha"

Mu Sheng chuckled and beckoned everyone to go inside.

The club has a full range of entertainment facilities, including private karaoke rooms, e-sports rooms, billiard rooms, bars, barbecue areas, and more.

The group played until after midnight before being led by a maid to the restaurant on the third floor for a meal.

"Degenerate! Utterly degenerate!"

"Sheng, you can't go on like this! This is a capitalist trap!"

At the dinner table, Fatty Sao reminisced about what he had seen and felt at the manor, and criticized Mu Sheng's decadent lifestyle with a pained expression.

"Alright then! In order to prevent you from being corrupted by capitalism, I've decided to come here often from now on and cleanse your soul with revolutionary ideas!"

"You're such a hypocrite, Fatty!"

Zhang Wei pointed his nose at the fat man and said with a disdainful look, "I'm different. I'm very sincere."

He then turned to Mu Sheng and said, “I’m not afraid of the corruption of capitalism; I just love the decadent life of extravagance and debauchery.”

"Musheng, now that you've made it big, don't forget your old classmate!"

"At worst, I'll massage your butt!"

"Ugh~ Zhang Wei, you're disgusting!" Miao Xiaoshan looked at Zhang Wei with disgust, as if he were a pile of shit.

Wang Shanshan and Su Lei also looked at Zhang Wei with the same expression.

Zhang Wei immediately became unhappy and started arguing with the three girls.

They think older women are caring and rich. Modern young people just want to find rich men and women to support them, to solve the problem of unequal wealth distribution.

He even cited his father's affair with a mistress as an example.

Just as the group was arguing happily, Yang Jian suddenly interrupted them with a serious expression.

"Have you noticed? There seems to be an extra set of bowls and chopsticks on the table!"

There were eight people present, but nine pairs of bowls and chopsticks were set out.

"Ah? Is there any?"

"Could it be that the waiter gave them too much?"

Yang Jian shook his head, pointed to the extra bowls and chopsticks on the side, and said:
"Look closely, the bowls and chopsticks have been opened, the seats have been moved, and there's leftover food on the plates."

"Like... there was someone sitting here eating just now."

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, the others immediately realized what he meant.

The extra pair of bowls and chopsticks can be explained, but the marks are harder to explain.

"No way? Did we encounter a ghost again?"

Fatty forced a smile, his fat jiggling like waves in fear.

"Holy crap! There's a ghost!"

Zhang Wei shouted, "Close the gate! Release Yang Jian and Mu Sheng!"

Then one of them stood up, ran behind Mu Sheng and Yang Jian, pointed to the spot where the extra bowls and chopsticks were, and shouted:

"Who are you brats, daring to mess with your grandfather Mu Sheng? Show yourself at once!"

Seeing this, Fatty also quickly ran behind Mu Sheng and Yang Jian, seemingly relieved.

Wang Shanshan and Miao Xiaoshan were also frightened by Yang Jian's speculation and the actions of the two.

Having personally experienced the ghost knocking on the door, it's easier to believe in such things.

On the contrary, Su Lei looked at the extra spot with great interest.

He wondered in his heart if he could use his 'superpowers' to fight this ghost.

He's completely different from how he used to be at No. 7 Middle School, where he'd wet his pants at the slightest provocation.

Accepting the divine position brought Su Lei not only some of the 'superpowers' of the Ghost Realm, but also the ability to inherit the supernatural power of the vengeful ghosts in the Golden Ghost Prison.

More importantly, it eliminated her fear of ghosts!
The unknown is the most terrifying thing.

The more you know about something, the harder it is to feel fear, respect, or awe towards it.

'A ghost actually snuck in?'

Mu Sheng was also somewhat surprised, as he had not been able to sense any fluctuations in the rules of this ghost.

'Could this ghost's rank be higher than the refining panel?'

'No, that's impossible!'

Mu Sheng quickly dismissed this unreliable idea.

'It's probably just beyond my current perception range.'

The ghosts that Mu Sheng encountered before, whether they were paper ghosts, newspaper ghosts, or even ghost mist and ghost tattoos, were all vengeful ghosts with physical forms in reality.

Although ghost tattoos are two-dimensional drawings, they are still vengeful spirits attached to a real carrier.

The ghost that has now infiltrated among them is clearly in some kind of supernatural space.

That's why Mu Shengcai didn't discover it immediately.

"Mu Sheng, what do you think?" Yang Jian turned his head to look at Mu Sheng beside him.

"I'll sit and watch!" Mu Sheng joked.

"My brother, can you please stop showing off your humor now?"

Fatty tried his best to hide his body behind Mu Sheng's chair, peeking out to secretly observe the extra space.

"Did we encounter a ghost?"

The image of a human skin paper appeared in Mu Sheng's eyes, and then a lot of information appeared in his mind.

“So that’s how it is”

Mu Sheng quickly understood the cause and effect and became interested in the ghost's supernatural powers.

"There really was a ghost that sneaked in, and it was Zhang Wei who brought it in!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately turned their attention to Zhang Wei.

Sao Pang immediately moved his body away from Zhang Wei as much as possible.

"Ah! I brought this?"

Zhang Wei was taken aback for a moment, then stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Could it be that night?"

That day? That night?
Fatty shrewdly caught the key phrase: "Damn it, Wei, what did you do?"

"You didn't take advantage of that young girl and then abandoned her, causing her death, and now your vengeful ghost is coming to claim her life, did you?"

"Get lost!" Zhang Wei said irritably. "I'm not Mu Zhongma. Women will only slow down my sword-drawing speed!"

"It's a method I saw online to test if there are ghosts in your house."

"If you play rock-paper-scissors a hundred times in front of a mirror at midnight and it always ends in a tie, then there's nothing fishy going on."

"And then?" Wang Shanshan asked, gripping Su Lei's hand tightly.

"And then? And then I won all night! My face was all swollen from all the beatings!" Zhang Wei touched his face with lingering fear, it seemed to be a little sore again.

"Why is your face swollen from being slapped? No, wait, you said you won all night?"

Wang Shanshan stared wide-eyed at Zhang Wei in disbelief: "You and yourself in the mirror? Don't you notice something's off?"

"Uh, I've figured it out now!" Zhang Wei said shyly, fidgeting with his body.

(End of this chapter)