The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 907

Chapter 907: Chapter 725, Who is the Taoist Chapter 907: Chapter 725, Who is the Taoist “Any other questions?”

Seeing that Lv Chang'an had not yet mounted the Flying Dragon, Wu Heng asked.

Lv Chang'an's face showed a bitter smile, “Isn't this a bit unsafe?”

“It's fine, as long as you don't jump down, there won't be any problems,” Wu Heng said before taking out two walkie-talkie earpieces and handed one to the other, “It's windy up there; use this to talk.”

Lv Chang'an subconsciously took it, “Are we really going to sit on it? The convoy could go there too.”

Wu Heng looked towards another side, “Kai Xiu, you ride with him.”

Kai Xiu jumped down from the dragon's back, and Lv Chang'an's face turned a bit unsightly.

“No, no, it's too dangerous.”

Kai Xiu picked him up by the shoulder, forcefully placing him on the dragon's back, and then climbed up himself.

“Let's go, don't forget to guide the way,” Wu Heng said, patting the dragon's back lightly.

The Skeleton Flying Dragon pushed off the ground, its body soaring straight up, the sound of the howling wind filled the ears.

The other Flying Dragons closely followed.

Lv Chang'an let out a wail as he too flew into the sky.

Once they reached a certain height and began horizontal flight, it became much more stable.

“Commander Lv, don't forget to guide us,” Wu Heng's voice came through the walkie-talkie earpiece.

Lv Chang'an's voice came over, “Straight ahead, the place is called Blue Sky Machinery Factory.”

Crumbled concrete walls, with their rusted steel rebars exposed.

In a corner piled up with everyday rubbish, broken walls and windows were crudely sealed with iron plates and bricks, forming rudimentary spaces.

On the exterior of the building hung a crooked sign, Blue Sky Machinery Factory.

At this time, inside the factory, a group of over ten people gathered, chewing on dried-out dough, seated in a circle, vigilant of their surroundings, and of each other as well.

Everyone was in poor condition, their eyes bloodshot and dark circles under their eyes.

They looked as if they were on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.

“Has the new rescue team not come? Do they not care about us?”

Everyone in the circle cast their eyes on one individual.

If the rescue team didn't care for them, without a way to deal with the ghosts, they would eventually perish here.

The person being watched spoke, “Hold on, the headquarters has already gone to ask for someone who can handle this.”

“Asked who?”

The man glanced around and then gently shook his head.

Signaling that ghosts might be nearby, and it was not something he could mention.

The others understood and merely sighed faintly.

“Can it really be solved?” someone murmured.

By now, all knew the gravity of their current situation.

Two groups had arrived, the first, a rescue team equipped with some gear.

The second brought a Taoist, who after some procedures, didn't achieve any notable effects.

The dead were dead, the injured injured, much like the Calabash Brothers trying to rescue their grandfather: every new group that arrived ended up trapped here as well.

Nothing resolved the ghost issues; the only change was that they brought food and supplies.

They could hold out together for a while longer.

Fortunately, the ghosts couldn't kill directly but could only seize control of bodies, leading to suicide or killing 'companions.'

Keeping an eye on each other, they could still hold on.

Whoosh~!

While they spoke, a whooshing sound of cutting through the air came from outside the window.

Everyone suddenly turned, all eyes on the window.

“Save me~!”

Suddenly, a voice filled with terror rang out.

Among them, a middle-aged woman's face turned abruptly red, and her eyes grew wide.

“Hold her down!” someone yelled.

Thud~!

Just as the people nearby moved, the woman slammed her head against the wall.

Blood sprayed, and her body collapsed on the spot.

“I've been controlled,” another person shouted.

The others immediately moved to restrain him.

“It's my turn, save me!”

“Hold me down!”

The scene abruptly descended into chaos.

One after another, people were possessed, with those nearby rushing to help.

Outside, heavy landing sounds and approaching footsteps were intermittently heard.

There was no time to attend to it.

At that moment, the main door burst open.

A few figures walked straight in.

The chaotic scene turned to look at the newcomers, four people.

In the next second, the frenzied individuals shrank back, regaining control over their bodies.

The rest did not exhibit any further signs of being controlled.

Still wary of one another, they slowly backed away.

Once again forming a tight circle, keeping everyone within sight.

“Commander Lv, have we found a solution?” someone exclaimed excitedly.

Lv Chang'an did not answer but instead asked, “Leader Wu, can you handle it?”

“I'll take care of it,” Wu Heng said before stepping out the door and chasing after it.

The moment Wu Heng entered the room.

The mischievous Ghost turned and ran away.

His three Ghosts chased after it, and seeing there were no other dangers, Wu Heng immediately followed suit.

In the backyard of the machinery factory, within a small alley full of mud and moss.

Three Ghosts revealed themselves, encircling another Ghost, a bluish one that was trapped.

“How's it?” Wu Heng walked over.

“Uncle, it can talk,” Xiao Xiao said.

The trapped Ghost lacked distinct facial features and seemed more like a wild Soul.

It struggled continuously, trying to break free from control.

“What did it say?” Wu Heng asked.

“It cursed at us and also said to let it go,” Xiao Xiao reported, almost tattling.

It could curse?

This meant its Intelligence wasn't low, at the very least it knew what to say to express its anger.

“What level is it?”

“Level 8.”

Level 8 was also the rank of a small team leader in the Otherworld.

This Ghost's leveling up was quite fast.

Where it appeared must be a place very suitable for Ghosts to improve.

Wu Heng approached the trapped Ghost, “Say a few words for me to hear.”

The Ghost had no eyes, but it faced Wu Heng's direction as if it were staring at him.

It seemed to be wondering.

Why the other three Ghosts would help this human.

“If you can't speak, I'll let you be devoured,” Wu Heng said.

“Yah!” Xiao Xiao made a fierce ghost face at the inside, then turned her head back and grinned silly.

The inside Ghost, as if truly frightened, retreated quickly and in a flurry.

“You will die, let me go, or I will take your life!” the Ghost said stiffly.

“Is that all?”

“Ah! It also said something similar just now,” Glenda added.

“Do you remember what happened before you died?” Wu Heng continued to ask.

The Ghost subconsciously lunged over but was bounced back by the barrier that trapped it.

It seemed its spirit wasn't very bright, unlike Xiao Xiao who retained her original intelligence as a Ghost.

It must be a wild Ghost that gradually developed intelligence.

“What now?” Glenda asked.

“Open it up, I'll put it into the Demon Soul Pot first, to use as ritual material,” Wu Heng said.

Zombies' Remnant Souls could have the effect for Xiao Xiao and the others to level up.

This kind of low-intelligence Soul could be used as ritual material.

“Okay,” Glenda released the Ghost.

Wu Heng immediately raised the White Bone Cage to continue trapping the target and then took out the Demon Soul Pot, directly capturing the Ghost inside.

“Let's go. Say hello to them and then head back.”

“They haven't given us the promised stuff yet,” Xiao Xiao reminded softly as she flew back.

“They still need to exchange food with us, they wouldn't dare to renege,” Wu Heng replied.

“Oh!” Xiao Xiao nodded.

They returned along the road to the front building.

Over a dozen people gathered together, waiting.

Seeing Wu Heng walk in, they all stood up in unison and silently stared at him.

The condition of these people was indeed not great.

Wu Heng guessed if he hadn't come by, in another two days, these people would've nearly collapsed.

“Where is Commander Lv?” Wu Heng asked.

“He is inside discussing matters, please wait a moment,” a middle-aged man replied, then asked, “Is the Ghost taken care of?”

“It's been taken care of, they can all come out now,” Wu Heng answered.

“How did you manage it?” another person asked.

The rest also looked over in unison.

It wasn't that they didn't believe him, after all, Lv Chang'an had said it would be resolved.

The fact was Wu Heng came back at a leisurely pace; whether he drove it away or killed it didn't matter as long as it wasn't following them.

Wu Heng thought about how to explain, then smiled and said, “Superpower.”

Everyone nodded, showing they understood.

Indeed, it was mysticism defeating mysticism.

Wu Heng looked at a few people and asked, “Who is the Taoist?”

Several people simultaneously turned to one direction, and a young man wearing glasses stepped forward, “I have a Taoist certificate, but it wasn't effective against the Ghost.”

Wearing somewhat dirty sportswear, he didn't look like a Taoist but more like a university student with a frail body from staying up late.

“What method do you use against Ghosts?”

“Talismans.”

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