"Next stop — Central Park."
This is the closest stop to the suburban area near the official base. Wu Liang stepped off the bus with a cold expression.
But just as his feet touched the ground, the road ahead transformed into the subway corridor he had just traveled, and none of the surrounding passengers seemed to notice anything amiss.
At that instant, Wu Liang realized—
A supernatural phenomenon was happening!
This was a Ghost Wall! He couldn’t get off the subway!
Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Liang scanned the subway passengers coldly. The next moment, everyone on the subway appeared to lose consciousness, falling into a deep sleep!
Only the subway continued to roar ahead, its destination unknown.
Everything seemed so silent.
Like a judge, he scrutinized the entire subway train, with mist cloaking everything. No movement could escape his perception.
Suddenly, there was a brief tremor inside a student’s backpack in carriage number two.
The next instant, Wu Liang appeared out of thin air before the sleeping student from carriage number five, a rusty kitchen knife emitting an eerie red glow in his hand.
With a subtle motion of his finger, the backpack was instantly pulverized into dust, revealing an old diary within.
A stream of information flashed before Wu Liang’s eyes—
[Discovery Time: Disaster Calendar %#&*#]
Suddenly, a stream of jumbled text appeared. Before he could see the subsequent information clearly, the Ghost Compendium’s information changed—[Erase]
In the instant those four words appeared, the Diary Ghost’s form, which had been preparing to escape, suddenly froze in mid-air, as if time itself had stopped.
The next moment, the tattered book gradually became transparent, eventually disappearing completely.
The sound of the subway hurtling forward continued.
"Next stop — Central Park."
The doors reopened. This time, Wu Liang walked out effortlessly, without any hindrance.
As if the supernatural event that had just occurred was nothing more than an illusion, not to mention the Fierce Ghost causing harm, the entire process lasted less than a minute! ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI★Fire.net
When all passengers on the subway groggily awoke, except for the bewildered student staring at the remains of his backpack, no one even noticed anything was amiss.
Wu Liang himself showed no other emotional reaction.
It was as if the Diary Ghost that had triggered the supernatural incident was supposed to be erased from existence in such a manner.
Quickly arriving inside the upscale neighborhood.
He stood at Chen Lili’s doorstep, raising his hand to knock.
The faint activity inside immediately turned wary upon hearing the knock, and Chen Lili cautiously looked through the peephole.
Seeing that the visitor was Wu Liang, she breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door with a click.
"Mr. Wu, thank you for keeping yesterday’s affairs confidential. I’m not sure why you’ve come now—"
Before she could finish speaking, Wu Liang suddenly darted forward and appeared next to her. Before Chen Lili could react, everything went completely dark.
A hideous and eerie Nightmare Mask was forcibly pressed onto her face!
"Nightmare, no matter what dream you use, I need to know all the details of next Tuesday’s banquet within five minutes," Wu Liang said coldly.
He fully ignored whether the full exertion of the Nightmare would cause any side effects on her. He simply wanted the information he desired.
Anyway, this woman wasn’t exactly a good person.
He walked out from Chen Lili’s residence.
But Chen Lili had not fully awakened; her slightly opened eyes were filled with daze and fear, and it seemed she wouldn’t be able to sleep normally in a long time.
Wu Liang received some strange news.
"The people attending the banquet are essentially the top figures in Chengyang City’s sphere of influence, yet the organizer is an unknown nobody whom Chen Lili had never met."
"Why would these big shots listen to an unknown nobody?"
He now had a peculiar intuition in his mind that this unknown nobody was very likely the same person who had given Zhang Hang the Monkey Claw! Which meant it was his dad!
His dad not only secretly provided supernatural objects to harm ordinary people but also attempted to gather these leaders together for some unknown purpose?
What has been happening to him all these years?
"Let’s directly ask those top figures."
Wu Liang’s figure began to shuttle within the neighborhood.
After yesterday’s special event, the official authorities strengthened the security measures within the community and even assigned several Awakened individuals to reside there under the guise of distributing accommodations.
But even , he couldn’t be stopped from deciding to infiltrate the homes of one leader after another.
Normally, even if the law was of little regard to Wu Liang, he wouldn’t blatantly invade the homes of city leaders so brazenly.
Even when he was nearly noticed by a few Awakened, Wu Liang chose to use the abilities of Nightmare and Mist Ghost to punch them directly into dreams.
This punch was called "Goodnight!"
Actually, last night, even after waking up this morning, Wu Liang had decided to conduct face-to-face probing of those leaders during Tuesday’s banquet.
After all, the people involved had quite sensitive positions.
But now, it seemed—he was not quite himself.
Methods? Law? Morality?
Such things were worthless in his eyes at this moment.
"I’ll confess! I’ll confess everything! Don’t kill me!"
"Beautiful one...I’ll tell you everything..."
"If I tell, all this money will be mine?"
Various threatening and enticing dreams repeatedly manifested under the Nightmare’s construction, revealing the character weaknesses of each top leader to Wu Liang, and the secrets hidden deep within their hearts were unearthed.
The main reason for next Tuesday’s banquet was quietly revealed—
The so-called unknown nobody was a member of an organization called "Promised Land."
Many leaders encountered this organization through various coincidences and intentionally or unintentionally assisted the organization in conducting certain unspeakable deeds.
Zhang Hang’s existence was to contact and lure Chengyang City’s leaders into this mire.
Pathetically, he himself was completely unaware of this fact; otherwise, Wu Liang wouldn’t have failed to obtain information about this organization from Zhang Hang’s mouth back then.
He even naively believed he was using the Monkey Claw to gradually become the person secretly controlling everything in Chengyang City.
And Chen Lili was merely an outsider, completely unaware of the true purpose of the banquet, inviting Wu Liang to attend purely by coincidence.
"It’s truly ridiculous that this coincidence allowed me to discover so much filth behind Chengyang City!" Wu Liang said with a cold laugh.
He also knew that name—Promised Land.
In the Bible’s Genesis, Yahweh instructed Abram to go to the Land of Canaan, from the River of Egypt to the Euphrates River, as mentioned in Exodus, the beautiful, broad Land of Milk and Honey.
That was supposedly a land of freedom and happiness.
But in this era where even the most powerful individuals could die at any moment due to supernatural revivals, the words "Promised Land" had become exceptionally ironic.
"Are the people in the organization considering themselves gods and divinities?"
It seems at Tuesday’s banquet, people from the "Promised Land" organization will likely discuss even more corrupt matters with these unclean leaders.
Originally just planning to freeload on food and drinks, Wu Liang now planned to create chaos—