In a luxurious villa, a man is sitting on a chair. He is wearing luxurious clothes, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and his ears are surrounded by Beethoven's Third Symphony: Pastoral.

The music is very soothing, and what plays this music is a tape recorder, which is a very weird combination.

"Oh~ We have a visitor? It seems like the visitor is not a good person."

The man suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction outside the villa, his eyes thoughtful.

It was very quiet outside, not a sound could be heard, and a voice sounded inside the villa.

"missionary?"

A bloody eye appeared in the darkness, and the man's eyes shrank slightly, staring at the figure in the darkness.

"Ghost Controller, I remember there is no one like you in New York, who are you?"

Yang Jian looked around, the decoration was luxurious and meaningful, elegant and noble.

This is the life that only evil capitalists live.

"Are you a missionary?"

"Forget it, I guess that's it. Do you remember Paul in Dachang City, which is Shangtong Building?"

Yang Jian stared at this elegant and noble man with a calm expression.

"Paul? Dachang City? I seem to remember such a person."

"What? Did he offend you?" The man narrowed his eyes and stared at Yang Jian, seeming to be thinking about something in his eyes.

Hearing this answer, Yang Jian nodded:

"Well, that's right, it's you."

With that said, Yang Jian disappeared into the darkness, and the villa instantly fell into darkness.

The man, that is, the missionary, suddenly changed his expression, stood up abruptly, a coldness appeared on his body, and the tape recorder suddenly buzzed.

A strange voice appeared. It was unclear what it was saying, but it made people feel dizzy.

But at this moment, the missionary's penis suddenly shrank, pricked, the flesh and blood were torn, and his body was split into two.

"How can it be!"

Unbelievable and extremely shocked, the missionary had some horror in his eyes.

With a plop.

The body fell to the ground, blood flowing out.

Yang Jian frowned and looked at the missionary's body on the ground:

"Escape, abandon your body and run away directly."

Yang Jian looked at the tape recorder on the table. The strange sounds continued, but they had no impact on him at all.

"Smart choice, but unfortunately not smart enough."

Yang Jian reached for the tape recorder, turned around and left the villa. The missionary's body decomposed instantly and turned into a complete corpse.

In this way, even if his consciousness returns to the body, it will not help.

Eiffel Tower.

At a foothold at the highest point, Lin Qian leaned on the iron tower and looked at the Seine River not far below. The water was calm and soothing.

The woods under the tower look very romantic, perfect for a date or something.

Lin Qian let out a breath, looked at a gold box in his hand, smiled and put it in his pocket.

There's something about the Ghost Nun, and the killing pattern is weird, but it's still too weak.

Cannibals rely on numbers to kill people. The more people they eat, the more ghosts there will be.

Just like silence, the more people who talk about ghosts, the more ghosts there are.

Headless Horseman, this thing is more interesting. The killing rule is to kill everyone with a head.

Twelve-winged fallen angels, this thing is really outrageous. They specifically attack ghost masters. The ghosts don't care about them, so they attack the ghost masters.

If there are no ghost masters around, then ordinary people are its targets.

All sins will be judged, which is really interesting. Walking improperly is a sin, eating and talking is a sin.

Not bowing to others on the street is also a sin. I have to say, this ghost is really outrageous.

This can also explain why Prague was destroyed by this thing.

When a ghost calls, this thing is easy to solve. It is a fierce ghost hiding in the deep ghost realm.

When Lin Qian found it, it was on the phone. She was a very dedicated female ghost, so it was packed away.

Lin Qian lit a cigarette, the cold wind blew by, and his windbreaker began to dance.

At the highest point, you can often see the most beautiful scenery, just like now.

Charming streets, winding alleys, and the calm and soothing Seine.

Very beautiful.

Lin Qian looked at all this and looked at the strange bride next to her. Compared with these, she was even more beautiful.

"Lin Wudi, how is the situation over there? Is it going well?"

Coldness emerged, and Ye Zhen suddenly appeared next to Lin Qian. He lowered his head and stared at the Seine River below.

"The scenery is not bad."

Lin Qian glanced at Ye Zhen. The terror in this guy increased again. It seemed that the ghost in Florida was undoubtedly the scapegoat's puzzle piece.

"Everything goes well. The ghost nun, the headless horseman, the twelve-winged fallen angel, the cannibal ghost, and the ghost call. I've taken care of all these five evil ghosts."

"Except for the ghost calls, I ate all the rest."

"How's the situation over there?"

Lin Qian threw a pack of cigarettes to Ye Zhen and started talking.

Ye Zhen took the cigarette case, took one out and lit it. He looked at a ship on the river, exhaled a puff of smoke, and spoke slowly.

"I met Jigsaw, the scapegoat, who was controlled by a woman. I couldn't understand a word of the bird language the woman spoke, so I killed her with one sword."

"Next, I met a ghost codenamed Beelzebub in a hotel in Florida. It was quite terrifying. I slashed it three times before killing it."

"Then I met a little girl named Anne Sophie. At that time, she was being hunted by the Red Cult. I was in a good mood and killed those people."

"Then I'll come and meet up."

"But let me tell you something, the little guy named Anne Sophie, the ghost in her is very interesting and weird. You can go and see her when you have time."

"Anne Sophie?" Lin Qian felt a little familiar.

"Hmm? Do you know Lin Wudi?" Ye Zhen looked over curiously.

Lin Qian thought for a while, and finally remembered where she had heard this name.

"Well, I know you. She helped me a lot when I first entered the ghost painting. Without her, I might not have been able to get out of the ghost painting."

In that building, if she hadn't opened the room door and pulled him in, he might have been killed by the invisible ghost.

And later on, she provided the murder rules of the ghosts on other floors, so that he could easily reach the source of the ghost paintings.

It can be said that that little girl was a great help.

"Is that so? It was really a mistake." Ye Zhen nodded and said:

"Are you going to meet her?"

Lin Qian shook his head:

"It's not necessary. The grudges are clear. She helped me once and I let her leave Guihua alive. This is fair."

Hearing this, Ye Zhen laughed:

"That's the truth."

The wind at the top of the tower was still very strong. Lin Qian leaned on it and looked at the canal below with a calm expression.

"The situation abroad is very bad. There are too few living people. You can basically feel the ghosts if you take a few steps."

"For this supernatural revival, foreign countries will withdraw from this stage." Lin Qian said slowly.

"The strong will be strong, the weak will be destroyed, this is the eternal truth." Ye Zhen said disapprovingly.

"That's true. Although I sympathize with them, it wouldn't be fun if they transported the ghosts to the country." Lin Qian had a smile in her eyes.

"It will be chopped down later. The garbage should accept its fate honestly." Ye Zhen said calmly.

"But let's face it, some places abroad are still very interesting."

Lin Qian turned his head and looked in one direction, which was the direction of Australia:

"Indeed, there is a ghost in Sydney. It seems to be one of the bride's puzzle pieces, and it seems to be the last piece of music."

"There is also a rice field over there in Marseille, and those scarecrows seem familiar."
To be continued...