Chapter 140 Ye Tiandi

"The thin black line should be the contractual connection between me and the little white mouse, and the thick line is the curse of the white paper ghost. If the curse breaks out, we will become the ghost slaves of the white paper ghost."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the scene in front of him and murmured: "Interesting, as long as you sign your name on the white paper, you will be locked by the ghost? This ability is very good for harming people."

Looking down at the little white mouse in his hand, he found that the little white mouse that was still struggling just now was now lying very quietly in his hand.

"Go, bring me the test tube on the table!"

Putting the little white mouse on the laboratory table, Wang Xiaoming pointed to a test tube on the table and said to the little white mouse.

Maybe because of the white paper contract, the little white mouse actually understood what he said, ran towards the test tube, came under the test tube rack, and tried to climb up to the test tube rack.

Just because it was too thin, the little white mouse did not succeed in climbing up the test tube rack and bringing the test tube.

Afterwards, Wang Xiaoming tried to command the little white mouse many times, and found that as long as he gave the order, the little white mouse could not only understand it, but also try his best to complete it.

Comparable to a trained mouse in a circus.

In the perspective of the spiritual vision and the eye of peeping, every time an order is issued, an inexplicable fluctuation will appear on the black thin line connecting him and the little white mouse. This fluctuation should be the reason why the little white mouse understands the order.

"If the little white mouse dies, what will happen to this contract?"

Wang Xiaoming stared at the black thin line in the void, and an idea emerged in his mind.

He did it as soon as he thought of it. He took the little white mouse in his hand, pressed the mouse's head with his left hand, and grabbed the mouse's tail with his right hand and gently pulled it. Only an extremely subtle sound was heard. The cervical vertebra of the little white mouse was dislocated, and the spinal cord was separated from the brain stem. The mouse died instantly.

At the moment when the little white mouse died, the black silk thread that originally connected the two collapsed and disappeared at the same time, leaving only a thick black line connecting him and the white paper ghost.

Wang Xiaoming carefully sensed it and did not find any discomfort. It seems that the death of one party who signed the contract will not cause danger to the other party.

Just as Wang Xiaoming was immersed in exploring the unknown, the impact of the hunting action gradually emerged.

Although most ghost hunters expressed dissatisfaction on the website, they were still very tactful and restrained in reality.

They were just emotionally eroded by the supernatural, not fools. Now the headquarters is strong, and those who dare to go against it are either fools or stubborn.

Many private ghost hunter organizations began to actively contact local city leaders, saying that they were just huddling together for warmth, just wanting to earn some living expenses for their families before they die, and would definitely abide by the law.

The headquarters did not continue to be tough, and the headquarters still understood the principle of using both soft and hard tactics. The success of the hunting operation revealed that the headquarters had the strength to deal with any ghost hunter and its attitude towards lawless ghost hunters.

It successfully shocked the ghost hunters in the supernatural world of Renguo and let them know the consequences of going against the headquarters.

But too much is as bad as too little, and blindly pressuring will only backfire. The next step is to appease these somewhat panicked ghost hunters.

Therefore, the person in charge who received the latest order from the headquarters also revealed the goodwill of the headquarters to these folk ghost riders. The headquarters will not target any ghost riders. The hunting operation is only because these people have gone too far and enjoy killing people. They are no longer worthy of being called human beings. They are evil ghosts in human skin.

All ghost riders who yearn for peace and stability are welcome to join the headquarters. Even if they do not join the headquarters, as long as they do not endanger the lives and safety of the people, they can live as before.

The panic caused by the hunting operation gradually dissipated. Although some ghost riders felt uneasy and decided to go abroad for development, most people were reluctant to leave the foundation of the country and stayed in the country.

This storm swept the entire folk supernatural world, and the supernatural forum was naturally among them.

It’s just that the administrator of the forum has a special personality and is not afraid of anything. Facing the hunting operation of the headquarters, he only thinks that killing is good. After becoming ghost riders, these people don’t think about how to save the world. They bully men and women every day and kill people for fun. They deserve to be killed! ! !

Dahai City, the headquarters of the supernatural forum.

Ye Zhen looked at Ah Wu in front of him with annoyance. He covered his ears and shouted, "I am the administrator of the supernatural forum. You all have to listen to me."

"Of course we listen to you, but now the headquarters is powerful, we have to consider..." Ah Wu was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"No need to consider, I, Ye Zhen, am invincible in the world. With me in charge, it should be the headquarters that needs to consider." Ye Zhen put his hands on his waist and said confidently.

A Wu could only cover his face and smile bitterly. How could he be tied to such a boss.

"Yes, you are invincible in the world, but the headquarters has a great cause after all. We might as well give the headquarters a face and strengthen cooperation with the headquarters, just like the current circle of friends, which was once an organization as famous as us. Now, aren't they taking the initiative to cooperate with the headquarters?"

"Humph!" Ye Zhen said disdainfully: "Fang Shiming is just a soft egg. How can he compare with me, Ye Tiandi? The circle of friends is as famous as us, but it is just their own flattery. Sooner or later, I will find Fang Shiming to fight and let people know how powerful I, Ye Zhen, am."

Headache! Really headache!

Ah Wu covered his forehead and took two steps back. He clenched his fists and felt itchy. He couldn't do this job anymore!

"Ah Wu, what's wrong with you?" Ye Zhen asked with concern after seeing him. "Did you not sleep well again? I told you a long time ago that you should learn Tai Chi with me to nourish your kidneys and protect your liver. Come and see if this posture is handsome?"

While talking, Ye Zhen started to practice Tai Chi in the room, muttering to himself: "Cut a watermelon in half..."

Awu couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and he hurriedly said: "Do you want to meet the ghost rider sent by the headquarters?"

"No, no! I haven't finished watching today's anime yet, I don't have time!" Ye Zhen quickly stopped practicing, jumped back to the computer, put on pink headphones, and started watching anime.

"Ah!"

Awu shook his head, sighed, closed the door and left.

Taking the elevator downstairs, he came to the luxuriously decorated small reception room on the 18th floor. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the people inside looked at Awu.

This is a young man wearing an Interpol uniform with a cold expression. Seeing Awu coming in, he said coldly: "Where is your administrator?"

"I'm very sorry, there was an emergency here just now, and our administrator had to go to deal with it, so I will take over the supernatural forum this time." Awu said with an apologetic expression.

"You represent?" The young criminal policeman said with suspicion.

Ah Wu came to the young detective, extended his hand and said with a smile: "It's our first meeting, just call me Ah Wu, I'm the deputy of Administrator Ye, responsible for managing all events of the Supernatural Forum, so I can still represent the Supernatural Forum."

The young detective extended his hand and shook it gently, introducing himself: "Zhao Kaiming, the person in charge of Dahai City!"