Chapter 821: The Evil Ghost Summoned to Blue Heart

Everyone's tense gaze instantly turned toward the corner of the room, where a certain boy with the surname Bai was trembling, squeezing his legs tightly together while clutching his crotch.

An eerily silent atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.

"S-Sorry, everyone, I didn't mean to interrupt!"

Bai Yi, with a look of utter desperation, fiercely covered his crotch, a screwdriver trembling in his hand as he tried to shove it inside to poke whatever was making that noise into silence.

One Demon Hunter clutched his forehead, took a deep, forceful breath, and ground his teeth audibly:

"Please, just turn it off, can you?"

"..."

"Idiot—shoot her—the sensor's already been triggered!"

As if answering his demand, Bai Yi's crotch once again emitted that endlessly looping sound.

The Demon Hunter fell silent.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I really don't want to either, I really want to turn it off, but it seems like something's broken inside. The moment I charge it up, it just keeps ringing nonstop. I can't do anything about it!"

Bai Yi squeezed his legs together, looking like he was about to cry from sheer helplessness.

Really.

He had tried his absolute hardest to turn it off!

But he just couldn't do it!

Although he did genuinely want to take his big (bleep—)(bleep—) apart and leave it at home, doing so would create some physiological inconveniences in his daily life. But if he kept it installed, it seemed to cause even greater inconveniences.

And if the sound just rang continuously, that would be one thing, but the real problem was that it worked intermittently—it wouldn't ring when it should, and would go off randomly when it shouldn't!

Take yesterday, for example, during the welcoming ceremony held at Supernatural Administration Headquarters for a few newly joined ladies. They had just finished their speeches on stage when his crotch started blaring loudly. The scene of everyone's gazes turning toward him at that moment still made his whole body break out in goosebumps just thinking about it!

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Everyone in the archive room took a deep breath, doing their best to sympathize with the hardship this kid was going through.

After all, not having a big (bleep—)(bleep—) was already an incredibly painful thing in itself, and now that he finally had one, if it rang a little now and then, what was the big deal anyway?

The Spiritual Medium took a deep breath, pushed up her glasses, and did her best to ignore that sound as she said:

"Everyone... everyone, just pretend that Mr. Lynn is here with us. After all, if we really could summon Mr. Lynn over again, then the recent incidents would be much easier to handle."

Everyone turned to look at her with extremely strange expressions.

"..."

She fell silent for a moment, then lowered her head and said:

"Fine, I was speaking against my conscience. Just pretend you didn't hear that."

Because although Mr. Lynn's power had indeed left an indelible impression on them.

And although it seemed that he probably, most likely, possibly, maybe stood on the side of humanity... and he also seemed to stubbornly believe that he himself was human...

Well...

How should one put it?

Some incredibly terrifying evil ghosts also often believed they were human.

And if the purpose was to deal with some evil ghosts, but they ended up summoning an even more dangerous evil ghost to deal with them, only to accidentally cause widespread societal panic, that didn't seem like a particularly good idea.

Everyone nodded vigorously in deep agreement.

"But my Big Brother really is human!"

Bai Yi glared with wide eyes, slamming his hand on the table in disapproval.

Everyone fell silent.

Their gazes all turned toward him in unison.

Bai Yi paused for a few seconds, then recalled his Big Brother's mad grin and dancing tentacles. He clutched his crotch with a look of utter desperation and said:

"Well... sure, he does have a few tentacles growing out of him... but tentacles are pretty cute too... Anyway, the point is, my Big Brother is human! If you guys think that's wrong, I can summon my Big Brother right now and—"

He was getting frantic.

Everyone scrambled to their feet and shoved him back down.

This little bastard!

We were just talking casually among ourselves, what the hell are you getting all worked up for? You have absolutely no professional spirit!

Can someone like this become a qualified Demon Hunter?

"Let's drop this topic right here! Discussion forbidden!"

The Spiritual Medium took a deep breath, exasperatedly reining in the conversation that was spiraling out of control, struggling to pull things back on track. If they kept discussing this any longer, who knew what strange direction it would veer off into.

She adjusted her glasses, picked up her documents with a serious expression, and said gravely:

"Regarding the increasingly frequent activities of the Flesh and Blood Cult recently, especially the vicious missing persons cases that have occurred in that small town, we now have multiple pieces of evidence suggesting that after their failed surprise attack on us last time, they seem to be attempting to use a large-scale sacrifice to summon an even more terrifying and powerful Evil Spirit from the Death Realm into our world."

The moment these words were spoken, everyone was shaken.

"What do you mean?"

The Celestial Master frowned deeply.

Her gaze flickered as she pulled several photographs from the files and laid them on the table, saying:

"These were taken by our investigators in a village adjacent to that small town not long after the large-scale disappearances occurred. All signs indicate that a maddened Evil Spirit seems to have already stepped into our world through their consciousness, and they themselves have also suffered the backlash from this summoning."

Everyone's eyes immediately fell upon those photographs.

Under the dim lighting.

The photographs revealed corpse after corpse with extremely gruesome deaths, as if some wild beast had used its claws to tear their bodies apart. Shredded internal organs and blood made everyone present feel waves of nausea and disgust.

But they also noticed the clothes those mutilated corpses were wearing.

They were exactly the same as the garments worn by the Flesh and Blood Cult members they had seen last time.

The crimson combination of tentacles and eye pupils.

Filled with inexplicable eeriness.

The Celestial Master's gaze flickered as he said: "But these alone don't prove anything. If what you're saying is true, that tens of thousands of missing people were all sacrificed to the Death Realm as offerings, then what kind of terrifying monster would be summoned? I have my reservations about this. I don't believe something truly came into our world."

She gazed deeply at him and said: "No, the reason I can be certain is because our investigators found other evidence. See for yourselves."

She picked up the remote control and pressed a button.

The projector cast slides onto the wall across from them.

Everyone furrowed their brows as they looked over. With the flickering of light, the footage seemed to show a figure in a black cloak adjusting video recording equipment. As that person finished adjusting the equipment and moved away, their pupils suddenly contracted, because several human figures appeared in the frame, and judging by their attire, they seemed identical to the corpses in the photographs.

They appeared to be conducting some kind of summoning ritual.

Inside that dim warehouse, they gathered around a bloody sacrificial Magic Circle and began chanting, performing bizarre and grotesque bodily movements reminiscent of some kind of cult.

Everyone's gazes grew increasingly tense.

And as time passed, the already dim lighting there seemed to grow even darker.

Then, in the very next moment, the tightly shut doors and windows of that warehouse in the footage suddenly burst open with a loud clatter. Waves of pale red mist surged violently into the camera frame from outside the main entrance, and those several human figures all knelt down, as if awaiting something.

Slowly.

Within the camera frame, as that ritual Magic Circle grew increasingly brighter, a figure that seemed to have been drawn here gradually materialized within the dense blood mist.

But because of the camera angle.

They were unable to see the full appearance of the figure within the blood mist. All they could see was one of the people in the frame raising his head fanatically and tremblingly, then standing up and walking out of the camera frame. Soon after, a language they couldn't understand was heard, as if that person was engaging in some form of communication with the figure in the blood mist.

"This is..." Bai Yi suddenly murmured.

"This seems to be the language of my Big Brother's world. When I went to hell, I heard similar pronunciations!"

The moment these words were spoken, everyone was greatly shaken.

And it was at this very moment, as if that person's words had enraged the figure in the blood mist, a violent sound of flesh tearing came through, accompanied by blood splattering in front of the lens. A shattered human head rolled to a spot not far from the camera.

And the Flesh and Blood Cult members who had been kneeling on the ground all showed expressions of terror. They immediately scrambled to their feet and frantically tried to flee into the distance.

But in just a brief moment.

On the wall reflected in the camera frame, they saw the shadows of those several people shatter into a pile of shredded flesh and blood.

And one of them had his entire upper body seemingly devoured out of thin air, directly eaten alive by some existence the camera couldn't capture.

An immense chill rose within everyone's hearts.

No shadow!

Or rather...

Slowly, the camera frame no longer showed any movement. Only the terrible sounds of tearing and chewing from outside the frame could be heard.

As if something was feeding.

Everyone present held their breath in bone-chilling terror, as if they were truly standing at that time point within the footage, shuddering involuntarily. The camera had also fallen to the ground due to the aftershock of what had just happened, and large amounts of static kept flickering across its surface.

And it was at this very moment that their pupils violently contracted.

Because they saw it!

In the final few seconds of that footage.

A pair of pale, bone-like feet wearing blood-red high heels slowly walked past the camera frame. And in a flash of the image, they seemed to vaguely catch a glimpse of a long skirt that was equally blood-red.

Along with long fingernails that nearly dragged along the ground.

"What in the world is this..."

The Celestial Master murmured with a ghastly pale face.