"Gentlemen, crisis often contains opportunity!" Wang Dehai suddenly shouted.
In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to him, this ordinary man.
Despite being an ordinary person, he appeared more composed than most spirit masters.
"Nightmare has no physical form in reality, but now the entire Green Vine City is covered by its eerie domain, which is equivalent to us all entering a dream. Only a dream can harm another dream!"
This is our opportunity!
"If we find the Nightmare's true form and defeat it, we can naturally overcome this crisis."
"Director Wang, you make it sound so easy. Let alone whether we can defeat the Nightmare, just finding it would be a huge challenge. Green Vine City is so big, and it's located within its own domain. Where are we supposed to find the Nightmare?"
Wang Dehai was not angry in the face of the questioning, but looked at Yang Ming and said: "Captain Yang, take that thing out."
Yang Ming nodded, then turned and left.
When he returned, he had a dark gold box in his hand.
This box, made entirely of steel of the mind, had no gaps whatsoever; it was welded shut.
In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on the box.
Then, Yang Ming drew a dark gold dagger from his waist and slashed it fiercely at the box.
A tooth-grinding sound rang out.
The next second, the box opened, and inside was a fountain pen.
A very old black fountain pen, as if it were a product of the last century.
The moment this pen appeared, a chilling and eerie atmosphere began to permeate the conference room.
It was as if the pen was alive, with a pair of venomous eyes staring intently at everyone, sending chills down their spines.
"This is... a treacherous artifact!" someone exclaimed.
Compared to Fang Xiu and Yang Ming, most spirit masters have never seen or even seen a magical artifact.
Each of these mysterious artifacts is extremely precious and not just anyone can possess them.
Wang Dehai explained, "That's right, this pen is a mysterious artifact. The Investigation Bureau has named it the 'Pen of the Spirit.'"
"Ouija board?! The Ouija board game that those brainless young people play all the time?"
"That's right. Time is of the essence, so I'll give you a brief introduction. With this pen, you can find the answer you're looking for, provided you pay a certain price."
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiu's heart stirred.
Can we find the answer by paying a price?
Isn't this exactly what I need?
If this pen is truly so magical, then I can use it to uncover the truth behind this bizarre mystery.
"Director Wang, do you mean to use the Ouija board to find out the whereabouts of the Nightmare's true form?"
“Exactly.” Wang Dehai nodded. “However, the more important the question, the higher the price the spirit of the Ouija board will charge. The price is random; sometimes it might take a finger, an eye, or even your heart or head…”
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
Having fingers is acceptable, but if you lose your heart and head, then the person is gone.
Who would dare to take such a risk?
Most spirit masters are not selfless people; they would never be willing to sacrifice themselves to help others ask questions.
So everyone fell silent, and no one was willing to utter a sound.
Everyone was thinking, with so many people here, someone will surely step forward. Why should I risk asking?
At this moment, someone suddenly suggested, "That's simple, just find any death row inmate and let him ask them questions, right?"
Wang Dehai shook his head: "Only a Spirit Master can use the Ouija board."
Silence fell again as the spirit masters present lowered their eyes and remained silent.
Yang Ming glanced at the silent crowd and cursed, "Look at you bunch of cowards, I don't need you to ask."
As a third-tier spirit master and captain, his strength and status were undeniable, so no one dared to retort when he insulted them.
Even those who usually have a fiery temper chose to remain silent at this moment, fearing that if they retorted, Yang Ming would say, "Why don't you ask him?"
Yang Ming picked up a pen, found a blank sheet of paper, and was about to start asking questions.
Wang Dehai looked worried: "Yang Ming, you..."
Yang Ming laughed nonchalantly: "Director Wang, don't forget that my ability is due to luck. If I were to ask, the price might just be one of my dicks."
Wang Dehai nodded reluctantly. He knew that now, only Yang Ming could ask him.
Other spirit masters are not so selfless.
All we can do now is pray that Yang Ming's lucky charm comes into play and that he will be safe and sound.
At this critical juncture, the Investigation Bureau must not lose Yang Ming, this high-level combatant.
Just as Yang Ming was about to ask, Fang Xiu stepped forward in full view of everyone.
"I'll do it."
Upon hearing this, the entire conference room fell silent.
Shock, doubt, disbelief, curiosity, and other expressions appeared in everyone's eyes.
A strange light flashed in Yang Ming's eyes, then he laughed loudly, "What are you doing, Fang Xiu? Trying to steal my thunder? I can't let you have such a good opportunity to shine."
Wang Dehai said with even more concern, "Fang Xiu, let Yang Ming do it. His ability is lucky, and this kid has a lot of trump cards. The Ouija board may not be able to kill him."
Despite their attempts to dissuade him, Fang Xiu calmly replied, "I will be fine."
"Fang Xiu, now is not the time to be reckless. Yang Ming is the strongest and luckiest; he is the most suitable..."
Wang Dehai tried to dissuade him, but Fang Xiu interrupted him, saying, "I told you, I'll be fine."
Wang Dehai was slightly taken aback. Looking at Fang Xiu's calm expression, he already had a guess in his mind.
Fang Xiu was so certain; did he see the future? Did he know he would be alright?
With this thought in mind, Wang Dehai pondered for a moment and said, "Let Yang Ming come."
Yang Ming had obviously thought of something as well, and finally nodded, handing the pen to Fang Xiu.
At this moment, the gazes of those unaware of the situation towards Fang Xiu were complex, containing admiration, ridicule, and incomprehension.
They never imagined that such a saintly figure would infiltrate the ranks of spirit masters, eager to sacrifice herself for them.
Fang Xiu was unaware of what everyone was thinking. The reason he rushed to come was simply to verify his own ideas. He could use this opportunity to ask the questions hidden in his heart through the death rewind.
He also had to thank Nightmare; if it weren't for Nightmare, he wouldn't know when he would have discovered that the Investigation Bureau was hiding such a treasure.
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