Gotham, the state of the United States. The state of Gotham is a big city with a very developed economy and a bustling city. The most striking thing here is a world-class tower with a height of 800 meters, as the economic center of the city, which brings together super five-star hotels and restaurants, serviced apartments, Grade A office buildings, underground shopping malls, and a luxurious lineup.

And this super building is the Wall Tower. But as the city continues to have supernatural events and no one to deal with them, the city seems to be withered, empty and silent, no longer bustling and bustling, and most of the residents have moved to other places.

Even the Wall Tower had a paranormal incident and became unapproachable, and due to the lack of care for a long time, the beautiful glass retaining walls were covered with dust and looked unpopular.

At this moment, the sky of the city was overcast, and a large number of gray and black clouds were piled up, which was very oppressive, and this strange weather lasted for a long time, and the residents who refused to move away have long been accustomed to it.

In a conference room on the top floor of this super building, the lights are eerily on, and the sound of conversation can be heard from outside the door.

Fifteen men and women in suits and perfumes sat around, each with a telegraph in front of them, discussing and deciding something.

It looks like an ordinary workplace meeting, but if you get close to them, you can see that the employees here have dull complexions, dry and loose skin covered with corpse spots, and you can smell a faint corpse smell that can't even hide the smell of strong perfume.

This is a group of people who should have died a long time ago, but there are supernatural beings who have kept them alive and allowed them to live as normal people.

At the head of the group was an old man with gray hair and dead eyes, and at this moment he spoke: "Our lives are given by the great gods, and our lives are entrusted to the omnipotent gods. As the think tank of the gods, we are responsible for the revival of the gods, but today God the Father told me that someone snooped on the power of the gods, and the first blasphemers appeared! As soon as these words came out, it immediately caused a riot in the conference room.

The middle-aged man to the left of the old man asked, "We need a revelation from the Father, or an oracle from another god." ”

"Mr. Arato, please tell us what to do?" The middle-aged woman on the right hand side of the old man asked with a reverent expression.

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"God the Father has sent down a telegram of the Apocalypse that the 'Manor Kingdom of God', which our organization has developed with the Atonementers, has been destroyed by the Interpol Headquarters in Asia. The other six gods were furious and sent down oracles. We, the Foragers, will follow the oracle and mobilize all the atonements of the six kingdoms of God to join forces to destroy the Interpol headquarters in Asia as a warning to the world. ”

"Lambs, do not slack off, and use the fifteen telegraphs given by God the Father to proclaim oracles and solve problems for the gods." The old man of Arato led by him was solemn.

The old man glanced around the people in the conference room, and the expressions of the fifteen people were eager to try, and it seemed that they couldn't wait.

Well? A look of doubt flashed on the old man's face, and he secretly said in his heart: "Fifteen? There are only fifteen people in the conference room, when is there one more person, is it because I have miscounted? "Count again.

It was indeed fifteen people, his eyes were round, who was the extra person? two

"What a bunch of corpses babbling wildly." Before the old man could search, a young man stood up from his seat with an indifferent expression and said a word.

This person is naturally Liang Xingyang, he crossed the ocean through the ghost, came to the United States, found the Wall Building, and through the sight of the ghost scissors, he followed the cursed black line on the radio ghost, but did not find the ghost rider and the ghost, but accidentally found a group of ghost slaves who claimed to be the god's wise think tank.

These are people who have been corrupted by the supernatural, and in order to survive, they do not hesitate to do things for the ghosts, and they are typical of pretending to be confused.

"There are actually seven ghosts with living intelligence, but in the context of the global supernatural age, there are not many. But this is only the beginning, and there will be more and more ghosts of recovery, and like a snowball effect, the situation will deteriorate faster and faster. Liang Xingyang frowned slightly, feeling the thorniness of the problem.

The ghosts consciously hid their whereabouts, and did not even come forward to make trouble, hiding themselves under the ripples on the surface of the water where supernatural events emerged one after another, and even used the trick of agent.

I can't find a place to imprison the ghosts. However, a shrill voice interrupted his thoughts. As if suppressing the anger in his heart, Arato asked loudly, "It is really a heinous crime for a blasphemer to dare to spy on the power of the gods. If you can repent of your sins, I will intercede with God the Father to alleviate your sins. The people in the conference room were panicked at this moment, although they deceived themselves, but they were not stupid, and they knew in their hearts that the so-called atonement and blasphemer had another name, that is, the ghost rider.

Eroto took out a telegram with blood-colored numbers printed on it from his pocket and said arrogantly, "I have the holy relics of the Father, and if you don't make an effort to repent of your sins, I will punish you." ”

"Stop! You guys are so corrupted by the supernatural that you can't even clear your mind. Liang Xingyang had no patience at all, and he didn't want to hear these neurotics constantly singing praises to ghosts.

Suddenly. A terrifying supernatural pull descended, and Arato and the other forager members disappeared into vague projections on the ground.

As Arato vanished, the blood-colored telegraph fell to the ground, seemingly triggering some kind of switch.

Suddenly.

"Di~Didi~Didi~" Fifteen telegraph machines on the conference table run automatically, as if there are invisible people operating the machines, giving people an indescribable weird feeling.

The light bulbs in the conference room began to simmer, and an eerie ominous aura permeated. Rows of dazzling blood-colored numbers crawled out of the surrounding walls, as if consciously, and after filling the walls, they swam to all the surfaces of objects, slowly wriggling.

Erliang Xingyang squinted, and there were numbers under his feet that kept approaching, trying to invade his body, but he was affected by the supernatural power of the ghost shadow, isolated a few meters away.

Although it is impossible to decipher the meaning behind these complex numbers, a feeling of being pulled into a supernatural land has already arisen in my heart.

At this moment, he understood. After stealing the wisdom of the living, although they can consciously hide their whereabouts, they will never be afraid.

At the very least, they wouldn't be afraid until they had fought the paranormal confrontation. Before, the starving ghost snooped on the telegraph machine and the ghost was discovered, so it was destined to two possibilities, in addition to continuing to hide, the ghost would attack.

A rich silver light came out, squeezing the conference room that had been wrapped in blood-colored numbers, trying to tear through the ghost's supernatural blockade.

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