Only Zhou Boyu can conjure up a giant eagle claw out of thin air, which can occasionally attack the Hanging Ghost, but it is difficult to cause effective damage.
Xia Tianqiong teleported back and forth around, gradually getting a clearer picture of the situation.
If this continues, all of these people will die here.
Actually, he could have asked Manager Hu to send a wicked ghost to solve the hanging ghost problem.
But he was reluctant to give it up; this privilege could only be used three times a month. He couldn't use it lightly unless absolutely necessary.
The best course of action is to find a way to utilize these people and get rid of the Hanging Ghost.
At this moment, Liu Qian suddenly shouted, "Hey kid, what are you running around for? Come out and help deal with the Hanging Ghost, or you won't be able to escape when we're all dead."
Xia Tianqiong indeed cannot escape. The rules have been triggered. Even if he teleports away from the warehouse, Bai Ling will keep chasing him to the ends of the earth until he dies.
He doesn't dare enter the mirror space now, for fear that the white silk will destroy the bronze mirror.
"What are you shouting for? Are all of you useless?!"
These words immediately enraged the members of the ghost-hunting team.
Liu Qian was also furious and was about to start cursing when another voice came from a corner of the warehouse.
“I will create opportunities for you; you should try to attack its monstrous form.”
What opportunities can you create?
Not only did Liu Qian not believe it, but the others were also not very convinced.
This white ribbon is so annoying, like mosquitoes buzzing around your head when you're trying to sleep at night. You can't swat them away, and you can't kill them. You finally manage to swat one, and another one immediately appears.
That's the situation now; everyone is struggling to protect themselves and avoid getting their heads caught in a white silk noose.
Suddenly, a large number of people emerged from every corner of the warehouse.
One after another, densely packed.
For every person who appears, a corresponding white ribbon will appear in the air, looping around the person's neck and hanging them from the air.
In an instant, countless people were suspended in the air above the warehouse, creating a terrifying scene.
These figures were naturally the mirror images created by Xia Tianqiong using the clone mirror.
Every time he teleported to a location, he would raise his hand and release a dozen or so mirror images.
Gradually, they appeared everywhere in the warehouse, starting with a dozen or so, then increasing to hundreds or even thousands.
Although each clone was very fragile, and would be strangled to death by the white silk within seconds of being hung up, it greatly distracted the Hanging Ghost.
At the same time, it is rapidly consuming its own Netherworld power.
Zhou Boyu saw this and thought that Xia Tianqiong wanted to wear down the hanging ghost little by little.
This was clearly not going to work for him, so he quickly warned, "It's a malevolent monster; before we can even wear it down, we'll run out of the ghost money we're carrying."
"I'm not trying to wear it down."
Xia Tianqiong's voice suddenly came from below the Hanging Ghost, surprising not only the Hanging Ghost but everyone present.
He released his clones only to confuse the Hanging Ghost, and then used the shadows of the clones to appear below the Hanging Ghost.
As he spoke, the Sky-Reaching Rope shot out.
The distance was too close; the hanged ghost had no time to dodge and was wrapped around the waist.
Xia Tianqiong, having landed a successful blow, immediately straightened the rope and charged towards Zhou Boyu and the others.
Then, with a forceful swing, he pulled the hanged ghost down and threw it at their feet.
"Kill it!"
Xia Tianqiong shouted, and just as the white silk was about to be put over his head, he teleported away.
"Abandon defense and unleash full offensive power."
Zhou Boyu was extremely decisive. Seeing the hanged ghost thrown at his feet, he immediately issued the order.
His meaning was to launch a full-force attack regardless of whether the white silk cord was around his neck.
This approach is very risky, but very effective.
Each team member desperately used their magic to smash the hanged ghost. Even with the white silk around its neck and its body hanging two or three meters above the ground, their attacks never stopped.
This is where the ruthlessness of the official team becomes apparent.
They are ruthless to others, and ruthless to themselves.
A person suffocates for 4 to 6 minutes and will die. They are trying to kill the hanging ghost before that time.
Otherwise, they would be the ones to die.
Three minutes later.
The hanged ghost was beaten until its body was almost transparent and it was about to fall apart and die.
It could no longer perform its magic, and the white ribbon that had been chasing people to their deaths finally disappeared.
Zhou Boyu and his four teammates fell from the sky, their faces flushed and panting heavily.
They were so close; just one more minute and they could have been injured or killed.
Thankfully, it didn't happen.
Liu Qian was fine. He had been using the Fire Scythe to protect himself until the Hanging Ghost was severely injured and unable to control the White Silk, at which point he attacked the Hanging Ghost.
The hanged ghost was now lying on the ground and no longer posed a threat.
He placed the fiery scythe against the neck of the hanged monster, saying, "Make a pact with me, and I won't kill you."
Zhou Boyu's face was gloomy, and the team members beside him were also furious.
They contributed the most; without their desperate attacks, it would have been impossible to defeat the Hanging Ghost so badly.
Liu Qian, who had been slacking off all along, suddenly stepped forward to steal the final victory.
Fang Moyuan's pretty face turned cold, and she was about to speak to stop him, but Zhou Boyu shook his head, signaling her not to speak.
As is customary, anyone who participates in hunting the supernatural is qualified to form a contract with it, but who gets to form the contract ultimately needs to be discussed.
Liu Qian did indeed contribute in the end; he was qualified to have a contractual relationship with the mysterious.
However, it was rather unethical of him to go up and sign the contract without saying a word.
The hanged ghost stared blankly at Liu Qian, making no response, as if waiting to die.
Liu Qian casually took out stacks of ghost money and placed them next to the hanged ghost.
"If you make a contract with me, I'll immediately give you one million ghost money, and every month thereafter you'll receive one hundred thousand ghost money as an offering. Using magic will be charged separately. How about it? Make a contract with me! There are many benefits, it's better than dying."
The hanged ghost's cold face gradually regained its expression, its eyes fixed on the ghost money in Liu Qian's hand.
It seemed to be interested.
Just as he was about to agree, a voice came from the side.
"You think you can contract a malevolent monster with such a small amount of money? You're underestimating them!"
Xia Tianqiong suddenly emerged from the shadows behind Liu Qian.
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