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The woman glanced at the man. "Maybe so. It wasn't expensive when we bought it. But we've inquired and haven't heard of any strange things happening or anyone dying in it!"

Under the fat man's persuasion, the family quickly hid in a hotel.

Zhao Hao started calling for reinforcements:

Winston? Ah, he can't do experiments without him.

Sylvia? She's in an art class? Then continue, drawing is more important!

Nanaya Saki? What's wrong with your body... Oh, oh, oh, you should drink more hot water.

Elena, damn it, who brings their girlfriend on an adventure like this? She's got no fighting ability!

After calling out to everyone, the two looked at each other and said, "So it's still just the two of us?"

Fatty was even more magnanimous, "It's alright, we're about done for. You've improved so fast, if I hadn't given you a boost, you would have caught up with us. You're 3 stars, I'm 4 stars, what undead in the surface world can stand against the two of us now? Don't be a coward, let's fight!"

Just then, the phone rang inside the house!

Zhao Hao was startled, and immediately the images of works like "One Missed Call" and "The Ring" began to play in his mind.

The fat man grabbed the phone: "Hello? Who is this?"

It turned out to be the male homeowner calling. "I found out that this area used to be a cemetery before this residential complex was built. However, it was bulldozed more than 50 years ago. Do you think that's related?"

"Yes! Absolutely! This tells us something! You keep investigating, we need to get started here too. Bye~"

The fat man hung up the phone and looked at Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao scratched his head, banishing the image of the beautiful Sadako from his mind, and began to ponder.

"Even if a regular cemetery has heavy yin energy and attracts the souls of the dead, it shouldn't be able to pull ghosts from the underworld! What kind of cemetery has heavier yin energy than the underworld?!"

The fat man thought for a moment, then slapped his thigh and said, "Hey Ritian, let's stop with the nonsense and just get to work! Let's dig it up and see!"

Zhao Hao: "Huh?"

Fatty, do you know what you're saying? Do you know the scale of this project?

As it turned out, the fat man wasn't all talk; he went back to his jeep and grabbed a bag.

Zhao Hao sensed a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy, indicating the presence of an extraordinary item. However, the amount of spiritual energy was too small, suggesting it wasn't something very powerful.

The fat man reached into his pocket and pulled out a long, thin, oddly shaped shovel, then put on a headlamp, looking smug! (Black guy in the ring laughing.jpg)

Upon closer inspection, Zhao Hao realized that the fat man was actually attaching a handle to the shovel—it was a Luoyang shovel!

Well, this is someone who matches my major!

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Chapter 215 Underworld and Cave

Zhao Hao now strongly suspects that the fat man's psychic abilities have increased his digging capabilities.

This guy walked around the side of the house twice, measuring with his feet while muttering to himself. Every now and then, he would stick an iron stick into the ground and tap it twice to listen and think, and then mutter to himself.

"There is indeed an underground space... It doesn't sound like a dungeon, it's not square... It feels quite deep..."

When the fat man started digging, Zhao Hao realized what an excavator was—a human-shaped pangolin!

The Luoyang shovel was assembled section by section and driven into the ground at an angle. After taking a sample of the soil, the fat man had a plan in mind. When he started swinging the entrenching tool, shovels flew everywhere, and soil was moved in an instant.

Even if you sent the top graduate from Lanxiang Vocational School with the most advanced excavator, it wouldn't match the fat man's speed and precision.

In less than three minutes, he had already disappeared from the ground.

What's even more amazing is that there wasn't a single piece of loose soil piled up on one side.

Zhao Hao peered down and saw that the earthen cave, several meters deep, extended downwards at an angle. The shovel marks on the cave walls were densely packed and neatly arranged, just like the scales on a snake, with a strange and beautiful quality.

The fat man actually used his psionic energy to compact the soil and strengthen the cave walls, which not only strengthened the tunnel and prevented it from collapsing, but also solved the problem of the excavated soil piling up and being discovered.

How so? Even chicks don't pee; everyone has their own way of doing things. Just do what you love!

Looking at it this way, it's clear that the fat man made a huge sacrifice by coming to this ancient tomb desert of Amei.

After several years, he picked up his ever-present shovel again, his eyes shining as he dug. It was the light of happiness and contentment.

In just over forty minutes, Zhao Hao could hear the echo when he shouted into the cave from the ground. That tells you how deep it is.

The fat man's "underground civil engineering" skills were truly impressive; the tunnel he dug was perfectly straight, even without laser positioning. In the end, he actually dug a straight hole through a natural underground cave.

When Zhao Hao crawled in, he was also extremely surprised.

"How deep is this? There's such a cave?" The surrounding area looks like a naturally formed rock layer cave, but it's only ten or twenty meters deep. How did we get to the rock layer?

The fat man touched the marks on the stone wall, curled his lip, and said, "The craftsmanship is too rough. This was just dug out with a pickaxe."

"Fatty, do you mean there are signs of human intervention here?"

The fat man nodded: "It's too conspicuous. This is an artificially created cave. It seems there were other hidden reasons why this place was originally used as a cemetery."

"How about we summon that brat and ask him?"

The fat man thought it was an idea.

Zhao Hao took out a talisman, flicked his wrist to ignite it with his spiritual energy, and chanted, "Little devil Moxi, come out quickly~ Little devil Moxi, come out quickly~"

A few seconds later, the little boy's ghost reluctantly peeked out from the edge of the hole.

"Did you need something? I don't want to come back here..."

Zhao Hao glanced at the fat man and asked, "You came from here before?"

The little boy nodded blankly, the scene before him reminding him of things from the past.

"Death rules over everything..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao and the fat man immediately became serious.

"Where did you hear that from?"

The little boy looked thoughtful: "It's the archbishop. The archbishop often says that. The archbishop is scary..."

That's a damn catchphrase of the Church of Ten Thousand Deaths!

Zhao Hao leaned close to the fat man's ear and said, "Brother Fatty, something's wrong! We've really run into a snag!"

The fat man was equally decisive, speaking swiftly and without hesitation: "Quickly, call the Bureau of Mysteries. We're not taking the blame for this!"

Zhao Hao was about to leave to make a phone call, and while he was at it, he wanted to ask the kid what else he knew.

Just then, the cave suddenly became cold and damp.

The fat man shouted, "Oh no! He's awake! Quick, block the hole!"

Zhao Hao understood then that the sleeping spirits in the cave had been awakened!

It was the two of them who were being impulsive; if they hadn't made that hole, they certainly wouldn't have woken up anytime soon. But if they hadn't encountered the two of them, these creatures would have been in trouble if they had suddenly woken up.

But if we can't stop this from spreading out, it will be just as bad.

Zhao Hao immediately scattered a handful of paper figures and threw out four small wooden figures. The wooden figures then transformed into golden-armored generals, wielding the legendary magical weapons of the Four Heavenly Kings. Using them as anchor points, Zhao Hao erected a barrier with four reference points to block the cave entrance.

With these pseudo-Four Heavenly Kings presiding over it, the strength and duration of the barrier can be further enhanced.

At the same time, he quickly ran to the ground and used the Secret Service's phone to call Colt.

"Quick! Brooklyn... an underground gathering place for the dead, seems to be related to the Ten Thousand Dead Society, send more people. We'll hold them off for now, and we need to be fast..."

If things really got too tough, Zhao Hao grabbed the fat guy and ran.

Colt knew exactly what kind of people these two were; they weren't the type to sacrifice themselves to save the world. He dared not delay, and drove towards Brooklyn while making a phone call.

Within ten minutes, a fleet of black minivans arrived.

The secret agents in black from the Bureau of Mysteries were extremely professional: some set up police tape, others used the excuse of a gas leak to disperse nearby crowds, and still others assembled psionic machines and implemented psionic blockades...

The first fifty or sixty people to arrive were incredibly organized and methodical. They were so experienced; it was routine for them.

Meanwhile, on Zhao Hao's side, semi-transparent undead floating in mid-air were already attacking his barrier.

However, the barrier presided over by the Four Heavenly Kings has its own exorcising properties. Every time those dead souls crash into it, it makes a "sizzling" sound, like meat being fried on a hot plate, and the dead souls scream and run away.

If it stubbornly keeps crashing into things, it might not need any rituals to be performed; it will simply disappear on its own.

However, there were quite a few dead souls in that cave, and they were all exceptionally powerful, so they crowded together and took turns colliding without feeling any pain.

A normal person wouldn't run into a red-hot iron plate. But the spirits in this cave, devoid of reason and driven only by violent instincts, kept crashing into it.

The fat man also held a gun in one hand and a hammer in the other. Whenever there was an exceptionally arrogant ghost, he would go out and fire a few shots or strike it with the hammer to extinguish the ghost's arrogance.

Finally, the black-clad agents finished assembling the psionic neutralization device and sealed off the surrounding area. However, the underground was too deep and the tunnel too small, so the large equipment couldn't go down and had to be blocked at the entrance.

Colt arrived a few minutes later.

Once he saw that the situation was under control, he even had the leisure to straighten his suit and smooth his sparse hair.

Unfortunately, the wooden comb made him grow a lot of hair last time, but it didn't last long and soon all of it fell out, returning him to his original state.

All I can say is that the happy times were too short.

"So, how did you find this place?"

It seems the fact that he's doing side jobs can't be kept secret anymore, but who can say anything if a temporary worker makes a little extra money?

When Zhao Hao explained the situation, he realized it was a minor matter, but it involved the Wanwang Society. Naturally, Zhao Hao and the fat man couldn't take the risk.

This is a world-class terrorist organization that would require a combined effort from numerous supernatural forces across major countries worldwide to eradicate. It's best not to take the risk. Why would I risk my life for a few hundred dollars a month?

However, after discussing it for a while, they decided that Zhao Hao and the others still needed to go down and fight.

Unfortunately, the incident happened so suddenly that the Liberty City Bureau of Mysteries had no backup forces left to mobilize.

There are still many black-clad agents, but no more superhumans.

Colt put his arm around Zhao Hao and the fat man's shoulders and whispered, "You guys see, things are really tough right now, so you should do more of the work!"

Zhao Hao: "Besides, I'm just a support staff member! I have no combat ability! Otherwise, I could lend you the Orange Throne; it's still somewhat useful!"

Orange: Are you even speaking human language?

Fatty: "I'm just a random superhuman, I don't get involved in such important matters. I think we should wait for your Bureau of Mysteries to transfer people from elsewhere on the East Coast."

Colt gritted his teeth: "I'll go down with you, fight alongside you, okay?"