A few people set off for the basement. Zhao Yi took the Ghost Security Guard's poop-stirring stick from Wen Long's hand, waving it around as if he were a great general.

The two people beside him kept their distance, afraid that something strange might splatter onto them.

Moreover, Wen Long was frowning.

"That old lady said the manager of the underground warehouse has a terrible temper. Are we being too reckless by barging in like this...?"

Unlike those elderly folks, without exchanging for various enhancements from the advanced mall, they were inevitably at a disadvantage when facing Specters.

Wen Long had bought some talismans and incense from the lower-tier mall, but these items had limited ability to restrain Specters.

If that manager was a Specter on the same level as the Ghost Security Guard, they would likely be in deep trouble.

"The truth is quite the opposite," Zhao Yi explained. "If you knew who was watching us, you'd understand that the underground warehouse is actually the safest place."

Mentioning the watcher made the two of them shudder with lingering fear.

They had been carefully observing their surroundings on the way, but hadn't discovered the presence watching them.

Could it be a surveillance camera?

But... this rundown station has very limited cameras.

Though curious, they didn't press further because Zhao Yi had said... he couldn't reveal the watcher's identity for now.

Once mentioned, it would awaken.

Darkness surged like a tide, and just as they were heading towards the underground warehouse, a thunderous roar erupted from the southeast corner upstairs!

Hearing this terrifying roar, the three of them immediately stopped in their tracks, Bai Shuiji and Wen Long were horrified!

"What... what was that sound?!"

The two of them stared intently at the stairs at the end of the platform, not far behind them!

Zhao Yi frowned and suddenly spoke seriously to Wen Long, who reeked of feces:

"It's about time."

"You need to run back to the train now, as fast as you can!"

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Wen Long was completely baffled.

"Just... just me alone?"

Zhao Yi nodded, handing the poop-stirring stick back to the bewildered Wen Long, then quickly pulled out the Crusher and handed it to him, speaking earnestly:

"The Ghost Security Guard has awakened."

"You just stripped his clothes, stole his big stick, and even plucked his nose hair... He won't let you off now. Only the rules can save your life. Hurry back to the station, take the Ghost Candle, strip off your clothes, and return everything to him."

"Oh, and... remember, no matter what, save some Ghost Candles, as many as you can! Don't let them use them all!"

"I'm lending you this shotgun for now, hold onto it!"

"If you want to survive, do as I say!"

Wen Long was dumbfounded.

Damn it!

These despicable acts were clearly done by you!

And why save the Ghost Candles?

However, seeing the terrifying shadow at the stairway entrance, Wen Long didn't have time to argue and bolted.

As he ran, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Zhao Yi, you old bastard!"

"You screwed me over!"

"When you die, I'll go to your grave and steal your offerings like crazy!"

Only then did Wen Long realize he had been set up by Zhao Yi!

Clothes not fitting?

That's bullshit!

This bastard clearly anticipated the Ghost Security Guard would wake up, which is why he made me wear them!

Luckily, he's also a man who enjoys sports, so his speed was swift. The Ghost Security Guard, wearing only underwear, chased after him madly, but couldn't catch up for the time being!

"Ah!!!"

The Ghost Security Guard's eyes were blood-red, countless spikes sprouted from his body, and his blood flowed faster due to his anger. He swept past Zhao Yi and Bai Shuiji, bringing a foul wind, completely ignoring them.

Now his hatred was entirely focused on Wen Long!

Last night, he watched some movies until late, then did some unspeakable activities in the men's restroom, planning to sleep well today to recharge. But upon waking, he found himself... left with only underwear!

He had roamed this place for years, always bullying other ghosts, never being bullied like this!

The Ghost Security Guard couldn't stand it!

He must catch that person and reclaim his... dignity!

Watching Wen Long and the Ghost Security Guard's figures disappear into the darkness, Bai Shuiji couldn't help but ask:

"Will he die?"

Zhao Yi stroked his chin.

"Theoretically, no."

"Although the Ghost Security Guard is very powerful, his speed is just average."

"The Ghost Candle we have only burns for an hour. Within this hour, we must get everything ready..."

"Once the train starts, we won't have another chance to fix any mistakes."

He and Bai Shuiji quickly headed to the underground warehouse, the Ghost Candle in their hands gradually shortening.

At this moment, Bai Shuiji suddenly noticed the ground... seemed a bit sticky.

It felt like stepping into a mire of blood.

She didn't dare to look down to see what she had stepped on, and followed Zhao Yi through the hall, taking the escalator to the basement level as recorded on the map.

At the far left of the narrow corridor, there was a door locked with chains.

Bai Shuiji peered through the crack in the door.

Aside from a pile of dusty shelves, there seemed to be no one inside.

Just as she was about to pull back, a decaying ghostly face suddenly appeared in her view, causing her to scream and stumble back several steps, falling onto the floor!

Bai Shuiji raised her hand, pointing at the door crack, her soul nearly scared out of her body:

"A ghost... there's a ghost!"

Zhao Yi approached the door crack but didn't see anything.

So he knocked on the door.

Bang, bang, bang!

The dull sound echoed sharply in the empty and dark basement level.

Bai Shuiji shivered, hurriedly stood up, leaned against Zhao Yi's back, and vigilantly scanned the surroundings, afraid that something twisted would emerge from the darkness to grab her.

"Is anyone... any ghost there?"

Zhao Yi asked politely.

Clang!

The chains on the iron door rattled, emitting a dull clashing sound. A cold wind inexplicably blew through the door crack, and an eerie, ancient voice echoed like a sound from the abyss.

"Get out!"

"You are not welcome here... nor is your master!"

Zhao Yi put down the Ghost Candle, storing it in his item slot.

He pressed his face against the door crack:

"We are not that guy's slaves."

"We are outsiders."

As Zhao Yi finished speaking, the terrifying ghostly face appeared at the door again!

But this time, it faced Zhao Yi.

...

[Warehouse Ghost: Neutral]

[Weakness: None]

[Note: A ghost of extremely powerful strength, but it dislikes causing trouble. If you want to kill it, the only way is to defeat it head-on!]

...

Looking at the data of the ghostly face before him, Zhao Yi couldn't help but smile.

Just as he had guessed.

—Warehouse Ghost, neutral.

Ever since he figured out what was secretly watching them, combined with the overhead electronic map that only marked data, Zhao Yi roughly understood where the key location of the mission was.

Asking the janitor about the location of the diesel was just to verify his guess.

"Outsiders?"