"Of course, I'm not a flower thief. You can rest assured. I said I'm here to invite you to join the organization. We will be colleagues."
"What a mess. Do you have conjunctivitis? Why are your eyes flickering?" Zhang Ximeng didn't know anything about super powers, but at this moment, a corner of the hidden world was slowly revealed in front of her.
"Pink eye? Oh, lady, you are so rude. This is not a disease, but my special ability. Also, don't you want to know why your father died? Died in the line of duty? This is just a very general statement. Don't you want to know who the murderer is and then take revenge?" The ghost's voice was filled with a hint of expectation and teasing.
"Superpowers? Have you read too many novels? Middle school uncle??? Read less two-dimensional stuff, you idiot. And get out of here, if you come over here again, I'll call the police!!!" Zhang Ximeng continued.
As she spoke, she held her cell phone in her hand and dialed 110, ready to call the police.
However, at this moment, the surrounding bedrooms suddenly turned into a strange place.
Everything here is like a school, with a huge playground and a tall dormitory building.
"Shi Yang, your people don't seem to be all here!" Zhang Jin said, standing on the podium, still holding the microphone.
Zhang Ximeng heard the voice and turned around to look. The hatred towards himself and the devastation over Zhang Jin's death were greater than the fear towards the entire red clown.
The phone in her hand instantly dropped down along with her arm.
Her voice trembled a little as she ran towards Zhang Jin: "Dad..."
However, Zhang Jin still stood on the rostrum, like a statue, with the demeanor of a warrior.
The girl's crying did not move Zhang Jin in front of her.
Next, Tang Rui was transformed and killed by Zhang Jin using his supernatural powers. The Shiyang team was deprived of the right to continue the competition.
Then the team battle began.
Immediately afterwards, four figures descended from the sky, instantly igniting the war and killing everyone on the playground.
......
"It's really bad enough that I forgot to write a suicide note."
"Tell them for me that I won't be home anymore...Don't wait for me, I'll be absent from Xiaoxi's parent-teacher conference tomorrow, and I won't be able to go anymore. Also...tell them that I love them."
"I'm really old now. I feel embarrassed even to say I love you, but..."
"I really love them from the bottom of my heart..."
Zhulong roared towards the sky, as if he was venting something again.
Then, along with the high-temperature flames around him, Zhang Jin's body was gradually burned along the cracks of the broken clay ceramics, turning into wisps of black smoke...
His eyes were lifeless as he knelt in mid-air, one hand stretched out and the other hand supporting the flames under his feet.
Finally he turned into a few wisps of black smoke.
In this world...disappeared.
"No--"
At this moment, Zhang Ximeng, who was standing beside her, was trembling all over. Tiny wisps of flames inadvertently emerged from between her fingers. "Ah——"
Is there anything more heartbreaking than watching your father die?
The seeds of anger have now been planted deep in Zhang Ximeng's heart.
She is not a congenital superpower, but a very rare superpower born without superpowers.
But at this moment, anger was like a seed, like a surging river, and fertilizer had been stored. At this moment, the Candle Dragon rose again, and the flames enveloped Zhang Ximeng.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but there was a hint of sadness in Zhulong’s eyes.
"Join us, we will help you avenge yourself. The organization that killed your father is called [The Court of All Living Things], and it cannot be shaken by the power of one person alone."
"But I can also imitate my father and join the official organization." Zhang Ximeng's voice was light. She slowly walked to the place where Zhang Jin was burned to death. Tears ran down her cheeks and finally fell on the charred ground.
"You mean the Qianye people. Haha, you are really smart. Yes, you can join Qianye."
"However, the Night Stalkers will not become completely hostile to you and the Court of All Living Things. This kind of official organization will always have some inexplicable difficulties. If you want revenge, I, the Ghost Gate, am the only one who can help you."
"Why did my father give him his heart?" Zhang Ximeng did not respond, but looked at Louis' shadow and asked back.
The ghost replied: "It's very simple, because your father's heart can help him increase his strength. Your father just wants to use up the last bit of his remaining value."
"Oh, by the way, Louis is also from my [Ghost Gate]."
"You can understand that Louis is our undercover agent in [Sneak Night]."
Zhang Ximeng sneered: "You're selling him out now? Aren't you worried that I won't join you?"
"Don't worry. Do you think you'll still be alive if you don't join?" The clown waved his hand.
Zhang Ximeng was silent.
It seems that this organization is not a good thing, but she can't die now.
"It seems I don't have a choice."
"Welcome aboard. This is your playing card, the 2 of Spades, and your code name: [Ba Ghost]."
A pitch-black card with a big "Ba" character imprinted on it and the 2 of spades appeared on it, and fell into Zhang Ximeng's arms.
"When the organization needs you, they will find you. As for the truth of this world, it is all recorded in this book."
"Good night, ghost."
A small black notebook fell on the bedside table next to Zhang Ximeng's bed.
The illusion around him had already collapsed in an instant and turned back into a cold room.
In the cold and deserted room, there was only one open window, from which cold wind was still blowing.
The girl curled up on the cold ice bed, with only a slight warmth in the quilt.
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