When running for one's life, one can often unleash unimaginable potential. Besides, being a ghost also depends on one's physical indicators when alive. If one is a tuberculosis ghost when alive, how can one expect to be a terminator after death? Therefore, our good physical fitness when alive means that we are also very strong after becoming ghosts. In just a few steps, we caught up with the panting Director Cui.
This guy made me wonder, how could he become the director with such a cowardly look? When he saw that we had attracted five black spirits behind us, he was furious and shouted, "Little bastard, why are you still following me?"
"Director, let's not talk about this for now. Let's think about how to avoid these five ghosts," I said.
He sighed and said, "I don't have the power to summon the little ghosts to protect me in this world. It's not easy to avoid them."
Shen Bing said, "Why keep running forward? If you cross a few streets, you will be back to your management office. You won't be able to summon the ghost there."
I thought so too. Shen Bing can be smart sometimes. If you don't run back, wouldn't you be courting death if you run forward? He flapped his head and said, "There's a place ahead where we can hide temporarily. It's closer than going back to the management office."
As expected, they were very close. When the five black spirits were chasing us, he led us to push open a small black door on the street and quickly got in. He leaned against the door, gasping for breath. The five black spirits outside kept colliding, making a thumping sound, which shook his whole body, but the door was not knocked open.
Shen Bing and I also breathed a sigh of relief. This place seemed to be able to block five large washbasins. Looking inside, it was a large room, empty without any furniture. There was only a male ghost in a suit standing in the middle of the room. When he saw us, he glared at us and shouted, "This is a private ghost club. Please get out."
Shit, what kind of club is so clean without even a piece of furniture
Director Cui inserted a bolt on the door, walked over, put his hands behind his back, and said in a pretentious manner: "I am the director of the Guikou Management Office. I am here to check the household registration."
Who in the underworld doesn't know him? When the male ghost saw it was him, he immediately smiled and said, "Oh, it's Director Cui. You came at the wrong time. There is no party here today. We are the only ones here. It's better not to investigate."
Boom, boom, boom! There was a loud crash outside the door, but this guy turned a deaf ear and a blind eye. I found it quite strange.
"I'm going to rest here for a while. Why are you trying to chase me out?" Director Cui's face darkened, and the male ghost shrank his neck in fear, not daring to speak.
The door was slammed open with a bang, and five black auras rushed in aggressively, pouncing on Shen Bing and me.
The male ghost was horrified, and he floated forward with his arms outstretched, shouting, "What the hell dares to spread it here..."
Before he could even utter the word "wild" a black gas passed through his body and his entire face turned black in an instant. He stood there like a stone sculpture, motionless.
The five black airs were blocked for a moment, and their speed slowed down greatly, giving us time to dodge. Director Cui yelled "Oh my god!" and ran to the opposite wall, bent down to open a lid below, and jumped down. Before Shen Bing and I ran to the front, the five black airs had surrounded us. Now we had nothing in our hands, how could we fight them
I took out a handful of gold ingots and threw them out. They ignored me and saw that they were piercing us. They were over just like the guy just now. I was anxious and took out something I touched. It turned out to be the Dharma bottle on my waist. These five ghosts had suffered losses from the Dharma bottle before. When I swung it, they retreated far away.