“Is this the place? Has the haunted room changed?”

The confused Eula and Paimon were dragged by Kong to the place where the staff said there was a ghost and a strange shadow had been photographed, to help him carry out the task of “exorcising ghosts”.

But twenty minutes had passed and Kong was still mumbling back and forth in the corridor, squatting there, moving left and right, taking pictures with his phone, but he couldn’t make out anything.

“No bone-chilling cold, no spirit balls, no dot arrays, no notes, no hunting, no stepping on salt, what kind of wonder is this? Where are the handprints? Where are the fingerprints? There are none, and the cursed items can’t be found either – what the hell!”

Although it was quite amusing to see the bear jumping up and down in frustration, this was already a form of witchcraft, and it still made Eula feel a little helpless that her makeup had been in vain.

After all, there was no point in maintaining demeanor towards the air… or a “ghost”, and it couldn’t help Sora to strengthen his “influence”.

“It seems that I can only try this newly downloaded ‘Psychic Box APP’ to see if it works. People in the interstellar age are still so superstitious and boring. It really is a suitable soil for the development of Star Gods.”

Kong muttered to himself as he held the phone he was using to take photos vertically to his lips and clicked on the software whose startup pattern looked quite suspicious.

“Hello, hey, hey? Uh, where are you? Where are you? Where are you?”

A series of meaningless questions were thrown out, which were converted and amplified by the strange signals of the psychic box APP and then spread out through the mobile phone microphone.

“How old are you? How old are you? How old are you?”

Hearing Sora’s drawn-out voice, Eula couldn’t help but laugh. What the hell was going on? Even if she was a psychic, she had never seen anything so stupid.

The only psychic she knew was Hu Tao, but Hu Tao could recite some high-sounding invocations, and the props she used were also very particular. She exuded a professional aura from head to toe. Compared with the current Kong Yi, Hu Tao was simply the conscience of the industry.

Paimon seemed to have some objection to Eula’s laughter – she simply could not laugh with Eula at Kong’s funny performance, because she vaguely remembered that Kong had used a similar “rustic method” to anger a group of wild ghosts in Wuwang Hill, and they came over to beat them up. If Walnut had not come forward to help appease the dead souls, it would be hard to say what would have happened to the two of them.

Recalling the scene of demons dancing wildly, Paimeng’s face turned dark and he looked more like a ghost than a ghost.

“Why haven’t you responded yet… This must be the place…”

Sora curled his lips, not getting discouraged by Eula’s laughter: “There’s no cure. Looks like I can only use my trump card——”

He took a deep breath and shouted to the empty corridor with full strength:

“Do you play Genshin Impact? Do you play Genshin Impact?!”

At the moment he shouted out this “mantra”, a gust of cold wind blew, and the flashlight that Kong had casually thrown on the ground began to flicker, and an eerie clattering sound like bones breaking began to spread throughout the corridor.

After a brief flash, all the fluorescent lights in the surrounding area went out, and the vague “ghost” finally appeared and pounced towards Kong and his group.

“Damn, it got so angry that it started hunting directly! Paimon! Sprinkle salt quickly!” Kong seemed to be frightened by this strange sight, and took a step back, leaving Paimon in front.

“Huh?! Wow wow!!”

Paimon, frightened by the sudden appearance of the “ghost”, picked up the salt shaker that Alan borrowed from the cafeteria and poured it at the ghost, completely ignoring Sora’s request that the salt fall exactly in the ghost’s path.

However, Paimon’s chaotic movements of wanting to scatter salt everywhere seemed to have a miraculous effect. The “ghost” covered by the salt twisted and then let out a mournful cry.

“Woo!”

The phantom turned into a floating “sphere”. Under the influence of the salt, it shook off the crystals all over the ground and fled to the back of the robotic arm.

“Stop it!”

Seeing that the opponent’s true form was exposed due to the influence of salt, Kong changed his life-saving attitude of using Paimon to block it, and reached out to catch it with shining eyes, and pulled it out from the gap of the mechanical arm.

“Woo!”

The unknown little guy finally revealed its complete appearance – it had no hands or feet, but had eyes and a mouth. It was a round ragdoll-like creature that seemed to be made of clouds. Its big eyes were filled with tears, as if it had been badly bullied by Paimon and Sora. It trembled and shrank. Judging from its appearance, it had nothing to do with the rumored ghosts.

“…Whose lost animatronic doll is this…Wait, something seems wrong…”

Sora leaned in closer to look at the little creature, with the tip of his nose almost touching its forehead.

“The smell of psychic energy… It’s not a doll, it’s a spirit. Oh, if it’s a spiritual creature, then it can barely be considered a kind of ‘ghost’.”

“Woohoo! Woohoo!!”

The little guy caught by Kong struggled desperately, as if Kong was a super devil who could crush it to pieces at any time.

“Are all ghost paintings in this world so cute… Eula, who should we ask about the containment area for this little guy? There are so many places where the incident happened, it should be just one of the troublemakers.”

“Alan said that I could ask the World Species Department and the Containment Department about the strange objects… ah, what a pity, I just talked to them for so long that I forgot to ask for their contact information.”

After all, the communication system in Teyvat is far less convenient than here. Eula and Sora always use Liuyun’s mechanism to communicate remotely. There is no need to add friends for that item. Whoever Sora gives the mechanism to will automatically join the chat group, which makes Eula not used to adding people by herself.

She thought about it and opened her phone to find out Esta’s contact information – of course, it was Ji Zi who gave it to her.

“Stationmaster Ester, can you help us get through to the World Species Department? We just recovered a rare item here.”

This was no big deal for Esta, but Eula did try to test her sincerity.

“…Please take a photo for me and I will find someone to identify it immediately.”

However, the rich woman’s meticulous reply made Eula very satisfied.

Testimonials

First of all, I would like to thank Orange and the group members for their support. The outline and specific content were basically modified paragraph by paragraph based on the suggestions of Orange and the group members, which took a lot of effort from everyone.

To be honest with you guys, I’ve been really poor recently. The books I wrote before all had some pitfalls or flaws because they couldn’t really bring the readers into the book’s perspective. I’ve been summing up the book recently and decided to write a patchwork book that I think most people can accept. As I said before, I have to make sure that the characters in this book are not OOC, that their behavior is logical, and that I can also surf the Internet intensively to come up with jokes, so that it can be a little funnier while satisfying the content.

Then there is the bounty, which I plan to run for a week.

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In addition, I have to set aside 2k of work every day for my old book. Although I can no longer make money from that book, I still want to finish it, otherwise it would be a violation of my promise. So I have to write about 1k a day.

I want to challenge myself. I will sit at home and write throughout September. Within a week after the book is published, I will add as many chapters as people vote for it. I will try to make it to the list when I have 30 words.

Finally, I hope that everyone will not get entangled in the issue of combat effectiveness in the comments and barrage of this book. The core of this book is not about whose game’s worldview is better than the other, but the interaction between different game characters. Games can be good or bad, and there will be differences in operations, but I believe that players are not divided into high and low. They will always have their own favorites for various reasons. Please don’t attack each other. I have never made any remarks on the Internet that drag down games. I only complain about inhuman operations. You see, I can play so many messy games, from mobile games to PC games, which is proof. I hope everyone can get along harmoniously.

Thank you my readers and friends – Amenta, Allah is above.

29. Ghosts also have feelings

“Star Spirit? This little guy?”

“Yes, the information provided by the World Species Department shows that Wuwubo is a subspecies of the Protoss… You seem surprised?”

Because text communication was too troublesome, and even with the “synesthesia” injected into Eula, typing was not very smooth, Sora and she had a video call with Esta.

The only people in the station who can contact Estelle directly for help when they have questions they don’t understand are the train crew and the new envoys.

“In my memory, the Protoss are a group of gray-skinned people who are over 3 meters tall, wearing psionic shields, holding phase swords, and shouting ’embrace the glory of battle’.”

Sora rubbed his chin, “But Woowoo doesn’t seem to fit my ‘stereotype’.”

“Maybe it’s just a difference in name, they are indeed a kind of Protoss.”

Maybe because she valued Kong’s team enough, or maybe because Esta’s staged work had come to an end, she patiently introduced to Kong the various lost objects of the Jiezhongke.

Originally, these tasks should have been done by the world clerks, but she seemed to be interested in the one or two very interesting new terms and new knowledge that came out of Kong’s mouth from time to time. Every time Kong had a sense of déjà vu, he would unconsciously mention one or two planets, one or two star regions that Esta had never heard of, accompanied by some phenomena or cultures that she had never heard of. His knowledge was indeed incomparable to ordinary people.

“Where should I send this little guy? It has been muttering a person’s name since I caught it… I think its name is… ‘Rong Chang Zhong’?”

“…Can you understand what it says?” Estelle now looked at Sora as if she were looking at a large Woowoober.

The information said that only children could respond to Uwoobo’s radio waves, and although Sora’s appearance was deceptive, he was past that age no matter how you looked at him.

“The information presented by the psychic fluctuations is roughly these few words. They seem to be looking for Rong Changzhong’s belongings. This clerk’s personal belongings must have been thrown away by the antimatter army during the attack—”

“It sounds like the name of someone from Xianzhou… Wait, I seem to have an impression of this officer.”

The little rich woman’s expression immediately became subtle: “I remember now, he used to be Uncle Wuwu’s caretaker!”

“You actually remember the name of every clerk?” Kong was surprised at how much Estelle cared about every clerk.

She and Heita are really two extremes.

“I’m not that good. It’s because the clerk’s score was not very good… The level of memory he could get from people was not very good.”

Esta hesitated and said, “During the last assessment, his score was only in the single digits, and he was even judged to be unsuitable to continue working in the space station. But I thought that since he had already joined the space station, even if his talent was not obvious, he would be a genius-level officer elsewhere, so he would definitely be useful. So I discussed with the Applied Materials Department and transferred him there first… It seems that I made a wrong decision.”

Transfer…

By the way, Esta, don’t you know that a job transfer is often equivalent to a demotion? In addition, his test scores were low, and the people in the Applied Materials Department didn’t know how to carry out your orders.

…From the perspective that Wuwu Bodu started helping him collect items, this person’s current situation should not be very good.

Kong’s expression gradually became serious. He turned to Wuwuber and tried to communicate with it using psychic energy. Estelle was silent for a moment and moved her eyes to the other side. She must be using the terminal to retrieve information:

“…The recorder showed that his last activity was repair work.”

Estelle’s voice became dull again. “In the list of missing members reported by the Defense Department, he is the only one whose situation has not been further confirmed.”

“No need to mark him missing. Uncle Wuwu said he passed away.” However, Kong soon found out the bad news.

“…Is that so?”

Esta pursed her lower lip and said, “Are the Wuwubers collecting his relics?”

“Maybe he wanted to leave a last bit of memory for the former breeder.”

Kong was used to this kind of separation and death, so he didn’t have any special feelings. “The ghosts that have been causing panic recently should be caused by this. But in addition to the containment breach incident, I heard from Uncle Wuwu that there are also some virtual soldiers that are linked to strange objects stranded in the space station. Those guys are elusive and very dangerous.”

According to Uncle Wuwu, many staff members have encountered roaming virtual soldiers. Although no new casualties list has been produced, if this continues, it will still be a long time before the base module and containment module can resume normal operation.

Since Party A’s mission is to make the space station no longer panic-stricken… From dealing with the enemies to solving the mental illnesses of the staff, there are a lot of things that Kong needs to do personally.

Then Wuwubo’s problem is not the most important one. We should first find Xuzu to carry out the “cockroach extermination operation”.

“woo woo woo woo!”

Just when Kong was thinking about how to locate those virtual soldiers, the “ghost” whose tail Kong was pinching shook its body repeatedly, wanting to make a deal with Kong.

When these little guys appear in groups, their IQ is questionable, but when they act alone, they seem to be quite smart. Knowing that Kong wants to kill Xu Zu, it regards it as revenge for Rongchang Zhongkeyuan, and says it is willing to provide Kong with some coordinates of Xu Zu.

“Oh? You willing to lead the way?”

The little guy nodded repeatedly, but it also put forward an additional condition, hoping that Kong could help find the remains of their dead friend. They were indeed preparing a “funeral”.

Most of Rongchang’s scattered relics ended up in the most chaotic area of ​​the containment cabin. In those upside-down spaces with unknown entrances and exits, there were also many wandering virtual soldiers, which made it impossible for Wuwubo and his men to go deep into the cabin to retrieve the relics.

Ghosts hold funerals for people…

…What a group of cute little guys. I guess except for Estar, no other human in this space station would be truly sad about Rong Changzhong’s death.

Wuwubo also said that the largest one among them was already dealing with some of the virtual soldiers, hoping to make way for other Wuwubo who were collecting relics by attracting their attention.

At this point, Sora couldn’t find any reason to refuse to help.

If the life and death of irrelevant people could not touch his resilient mind, then the loyalty and loyalty of these little guys could move the time traveler.