I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 110, Page 109: Soul-Capturing and Corpse-Driving, Nine Layers of Light (Bonus Chapter 2 for Lin Hao)

Time flies, and it's already the next day.

On a deserted highway, the fog that had shrouded the area for several days was gradually dissipating.

The roadside guardrails, some with peeling paint, were exposed, their metal surfaces covered with a fine layer of water droplets.

Clearly, the sinkhole in the ancient town's ancestral hall is being gradually sealed, causing the power of the sinkhole's energy field to rapidly recede and dissipate.

At this moment, a heavy black motorcycle was parked beside the road.

On the ground, a heavy alloy shield was stuck diagonally into the road surface, with several clumps of withered foxtail grass growing out of the cracks in the road surface pressed tightly under the edge of the shield.

Since the global transformation into a supernatural world, humanity has been forced to abandon large areas of wilderness where the supernatural has been transformed, and instead gather in megacities and nearby towns.

The wilderness was gradually returned to its original owners.

Those wildly growing weeds and mutated vegetation, etc.

They sprout from the cracks in the cement, forcefully pushing open the road with their roots. The cracks spread like a spider web, tearing the once smooth road surface to pieces, yet filling it with a vibrant hymn of life.

A young man was sitting behind a shield, with a clump of foxtail grass under his buttocks, his eyes closed as if he were cultivating.

Xu Lindong's consciousness was already immersed in the Tower of Babel.

After a night of cultivation, he felt refreshed and invigorated.

Moreover, through his consciousness, he has perfectly recreated the custom-made corpse-driving costume and props he purchased within the Tower of Babel.

at this time.

This set of ancient and mysterious equipment has already been worn by the consciousness.

As he rang the bell in his hand.

Inside the tunnel room opposite, the towering zombie, now freed from the Tower of Babel's seal, was moving stiffly in response to his Soul-Capturing Bell, performing simple commands.

Sometimes they move their hands and feet in unison, making them look strangely uncoordinated.

However, the ability to perform these actions proves that he can use the corpse-driving technique to control corpses in reality and command them to do certain things.

For example, commanding a zombie to attack a specific target.

The zombies will pounce and kill wildly, and their complex attack movements will not increase the difficulty of control.

Because "attack" is ingrained in the zombie's very being; it's a bloodthirsty instinct, and its execution is driven entirely by this impulse.

Therefore, in terms of control, "raising your hand" and "attacking the target" are commands at the same level, both equivalent to "completing a task".

But ordering a zombie to wash dishes or buy groceries becomes a difficult command.

Because these actions are not performed by the zombie's instincts, but must be forcibly intervened and controlled by the will of the corpse driver, the difficulty increases dramatically.

"I can already control the zombies, and I even feel like I have plenty of energy left. With my energy and spirit, I can easily control a few more at once—next I can try commanding the wandering spirits."

Xu Lindong's heart stirred, and he gave the zombie he named "Agan" the command to "stay where you are," and then walked out of the tunnel door on the first floor.

His gaze fell on the staircase leading to the upper floor on the left side of the first-floor hall.

After he broke through to the ninth level of the gatekeeper, the originally illusory staircase leading to the upper level solidified, indicating that he could now ascend to the ninth floor.

Without hesitation, he immediately stepped forward, went up the stairs, and stood outside the tunnel door on the ninth floor.

The tunnel gate on the ninth floor is engraved with a "wandering soul" pattern, symbolizing the ninth tunnel sequence.

The pattern is chaotic and indistinct, like a ghostly figure from folk tales, exuding an unyielding obsession and a sinister aura.

"Sequence Nine... It seems that the higher you go, the more spiritual the patterns on the doors of these rooms become. I didn't notice this spiritual quality when I was on the tenth floor..."

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"Or is it because of the accumulation of merit that the patterns on these gates have gradually regained their charm?"

He pondered this in his mind, then glanced at a small black door next to the tunnel entrance, which was several sizes smaller.

Behind that small door, he remembered that he had also imprisoned some of the blood of vampire baron's kin, and that it had now been successfully refined.

"It is said that zombies can quickly awaken certain sequence abilities and rapidly enhance their vitality by consuming the blood of extraordinary creatures."

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Xu Lindong pondered for a moment, "I'll let Agan try it out first, then I can try it myself..."

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Currently, almost all the items imprisoned inside the Tower of Babel are authentic.

Only the bizarre bicycle and vampires are products of other paths.

Fortunately, he also cultivated the underground passages. By observing and manipulating the zombies and wandering souls within the passages, he could better fulfill his role, digest extraordinary substances, and enhance his strength. It was a mutually beneficial relationship.

Therefore, he had no intention of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs by eliminating the imprisoned zombies and wandering spirits.

Instead, I plan to study and cultivate it gradually, so that I can improve myself and be summoned out of the tower at any time in the future to become an aid.

"The Federation has a necromancer system that can summon a massive army of skeletons; one person can command an entire army."

The corpse-drivers in my Xia Kingdom are no slouch either. If I can imprison a large number of zombies and wandering spirits and slowly tame them...

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Xu Lindong smiled, pressed the Soul-Capturing Bell, opened the tunnel door in front of him, and went inside.

The underground room on the ninth floor was dimly lit.

A dilapidated car seat, its backrest missing, exuded an eerie aura and was suppressed by the power of the Tower of Babel.

There is also a wandering soul that exists between illusion and reality, sealed within the Tower of Babel by its sealing power, and is now almost asleep.

Xu Lindong glanced at the chair, but ignored it for the time being. With a thought, the seal on the Tower of Babel loosened slightly.

In the room, the wandering soul that had been suppressed to the point of near slumber suddenly began to float up.

Its spirit form was faint, its outline swaying uncertainly in the dim light, like a wisp of smoke that might dissipate at any moment.

"Ring ring!"

Xu Lindong shook the Soul-Capturing Bell, silently recited the incantation, and granted amnesty to the wandering souls.

"Return to your homeland, heed my decree. The underworld opens the way, let the mortal world not linger."

The wandering spirit didn't react at all. Instead, as if it had been disturbed, it suddenly darted to the corner of the room, its spiritual energy fluctuating violently and radiating a cold resistance.

Xu Lindong's eyes darkened, but he wasn't surprised.

He focused his mind slightly and poured the "intention" he had accumulated from playing the role of a corpse driver over the past few days into the bell.

That wasn't magic; it was more like a kind of "power" to suppress evil spirits and command the dead.

The bell rang again, this time with a deep, resonant force.

The wandering spirit froze, as if it had been tripped up by an invisible rope.

Xu Lindong took a step forward, the bell ringing incessantly, his incantation growing ever more steady: "Heaven is clear, earth is at peace, the path of the corpse is our guide. Bewitched souls, return to your places, obey our command!"

The wandering spirit struggled to rise, its faint spiritual form twisting and churning, causing the temperature in the room to plummet.

But you can sense that its resistance to the ringing is weakening.

Just like when the zombies were tamed, what it feared was not the bell, but the "Tao" that the bell conveyed to the corpse driver.

Xu Lindong continued to ring the bell, reciting the incantation with each step, immersing himself even more deeply in the rhythm that belonged to the corpse driver.

It was as if he wasn't just chanting a spell, but confirming that he was indeed the corpse-driver who traveled this path.

The restlessness of the wandering spirits gradually subsided.

It hovered half a foot above the ground and slowly turned around.

It was clearly the image of a female ghost, her long, loose hair swaying in the dim light without any wind.

Her face was deathly pale, her eyes were completely cloudy and grayish-white, and there was a faint dark bruise around her neck, as if it were a mark left by someone who had strangled her before she died.

"It was murdered; it was a wandering spirit, a lost soul on a path of solitude."

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Xu Lindong made a judgment in his mind.

The ghost's face was stiff, and its pupils were lifeless.

However, one can still vaguely see the radiance she possessed in her previous life in her facial features.

But now all that beauty is left is a chilling ghostly aura, and two faint, submissive eerie lights emerge from the empty "eye sockets".

"It should be considered a success."

Xu Lindong stopped the bell.

He watched the female ghost float there quietly and said calmly.

From now on, I'll call you Ghost.

Although it was no longer under his control, the wandering spirit no longer resisted.

To grant a pardon to wandering souls, similar to controlling zombies, one must first become "like" a corpse driver.

The more convincingly it acts, the less it dares to disobey.

Until one finally digests this role and extraordinary power, and completely masters and controls this power, rather than being enslaved by it.

"When I go out later, I can buy a supernatural weapon called the Soul-Capturing Banner to house wandering spirits. This will make it easier for me to impersonate them later, and it will also be convenient to summon them to attack enemies."

Xu Lindong pondered, "For now, I'll pass. I'm poor, and I can't use my current official identity. I'll wait until I can get a genuine superhuman identity."

He doesn't currently have any need to change his identity or do anything underhanded. He'll focus on cultivating this part of his power for now, as he'll need it eventually.

In addition, he also planned to go back and learn more about the Xia Kingdom's Extraordinary Research Institute's plan to cultivate multiple paths, so as to lay the groundwork for embarking on the path of humanity and revealing his true strength in the future.

"Take a look at that dilapidated chair that's being used for imprisonment!"

With a thought, he pulled up the log messages in the elliptical bronze mirror of the Tower of Babel and observed the messages on the broken hazard-flare car seat where he was imprisoned.

[Latest Incident Handling Log]

Event: Assisting in the rescue of a superhuman trapped inside a car with hazard lights flashing. Merit reward: 400

Event: Complete the task of clearing out zombies and wandering spirits around Jiangcheng, eliminating future safety hazards to Jiangcheng. Merit Reward: 800

[Latest Containment Record]

Item: Damaged seat part of the "Evil Object Double Flash Car" Source: Evil manifestation of divine power after the [Netherworld Suppressing Demon - Ten Thousand Souls Slaying Ghost Blade] was broken Status: Isolated and suppressed, evil reaction is stable Consumption: 50 Merit Points Merit Income: 370

Current merit balance: 9590

"The Netherworld Suppressing Demon Blade - Ten Thousand Souls Slaying Ghost Blade? That name is certainly domineering... It must be the wondrous weapon once possessed by the ghost general of the underworld mentioned by the Goddess Houtu?"

He thought to himself how formidable it was.

No wonder even the shattered and dissipated power, after becoming corrupted, can give rise to this level of evil creatures.

This trip was very fruitful; I've accumulated a lot of merit.

Only when imprisoning the broken seats of the hazard-flashing car did the Tower of Babel determine that some wear and tear had occurred, because his suppression was not perfect.

It's likely that Master Ta felt the food he "ate" this time was a bit unruly and caused some discomfort, which is why he made that judgment.

Xu Lindong was already used to it.

Moreover, it seems that even if all that is being held in custody is a broken seat in a car with hazard lights flashing.

It seems that it can also be used after being suppressed and refined by the Tower Lord.

With a thought, he pulled up the detailed information about the broken chair.

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