Chapter 1942: Still Just as Disliked

The face transplant surgery was very successful.

Everyone’s eyes simultaneously fell on the middle-aged man in a white coat; now, he seemed to be the toughest nut to crack.

Everyone’s gaze then turned to the young man, who had now become their pillar of support.

The young man smiled cheerfully, "Don’t you have a hypnotist among you?"

One of the short men stepped forward, "You want to hypnotize him?"

"Can some unpleasant memories be made to forget forever, which implies that memories can be hypnotically altered? I don’t quite understand your line of work."

"Yes, they can."

"Since it’s possible, then alter his memories to make him united with us."

"Well... what specifically should we change it to?"

"Think it over carefully, or perhaps you can all brainstorm together. I can’t come up with an idea." The young man crossed his legs, becoming a hands-off manager.

...

"Head—come back—"

With the summon, Uncle Tie’s vacant eyes gradually gained light, gathering into a point, glowing brightly.

He angrily opened his rounded eyes but let out a chilling roar, "Ah—"

Uncle Tie raised his hand to cover his face, black smoke rising from it.

Little Taotie was anxious, "Brother, what’s wrong with you?"

Ghost Enforcer Uncle looked into the distance, "Something went wrong; it seems someone did something to the head."

Uncle Tie slowly lowered his hands; the face was still the same, but it seemed to lessen in transparency, becoming somewhat blurry.

His eyes stared at Little Taotie.

Little Taotie softly called, "Brother!"

Uncle Tie’s mouth twitched, but his gaze softened, "Little Taotie, accounting for age, my sister is already an adult, not a small shortie like you."

Little Taotie: "..."

The intelligent Uncle Tie was just as annoying as ever!

Little Taotie stomped and turned around muttering, "I am not a shortie, I will grow up and be..." taller than you!

But he was truly unsure.

The words didn’t get spoken in the end.

After all, Uncle Tie was two meters tall, and Little Taotie had little confidence in surpassing him.

"Old Tie!" Lu Yuan had already applied eyedrops, but they had limited effect; he couldn’t hear Old Tie, only relying on Little Taotie to communicate.

"Old Lu? Why are you here? Ow—my head hurts."

A torrent of memories rushed into his mind.

When his consciousness returned, he was unaware he had already died.

His memory only held onto the moment he was discovered as an undercover agent and then stunned by a taser.

Transforming into a Lonely Wild Ghost, those moments of instinctive soul body devouring played out.

He gradually understood the current situation.

Because he died on board the ship, where many deceased experimental bodies were floating, he accidentally devoured them, which is why he so quickly became the Ghost King.

Uncle Tie smiled self-deprecatingly, "Old Lu, didn’t expect our reunion to be under such circumstances."

Lu Yuan pursed his lips, wordless for a moment, unsure of how to comfort his old buddy.

"I can’t just die in vain, come, I’ll lead you to take them down!" Uncle Tie raised his hand with a smile, full of courage, though bitterness lingered in his eyes.

"This isn’t important..." Lu Yuan wanted to refuse.

But Uncle Tie interrupted him, "That ship, if not destroyed, who knows how many will die onboard, although they are reckless, capturing people regardless of nationality, most of them are... ours."

Lu Yuan, who was about to continue pushing back, fell silent.

Little Taotie clenched his fists, puffed up with anger, "Why are most of them ours? Are they bullying us?"