Chapter 320 The Man at the Bottom of the Lake
Of course Cao Yang was joking, but if it was Wang Chaling, he might really take it seriously.

"If Wang Chaling is still unwilling to become a ghost rider, he will still be in a very passive situation when the national war breaks out. The Wang family curse is undoubtedly terrible. Overall, it is almost impossible for Wang Chaling to reach the level of the first generation, so this curse can continue for at least three more generations."

"If Wang Chaling can make up his mind to become a ghost rider, then with his strength, it will be absolutely no problem for him to crush the three middle-class kings head-on."

Cao Yang was observing and thinking at the same time. What he had just said had obviously brought a great shock to Wang Chaling. Now he was faced with a difficult decision.

Wang Cha Ling's expression was uncertain, and from time to time he looked at the several golden containers around him, which contained the remains of starving ghosts.

"Is it true that the curse cannot be resolved?"

"Maybe Cao Yang is right. Only ghosts can fight ghosts. If we want to go back to the beginning, we must rely on supernatural powers. This is an unsolvable vicious circle."

"Am I going to become a ghost rider, dealing with these ghosts day and night, and eventually become a vassal of the curse as well?"

Wang Chaling was hesitating and making a decision.

"If there is hell in this world, perhaps the world we live in is hell. The supernatural is resurrected, evil spirits are rampant, ghost riders are dying one by one, and the captain can only struggle to survive. The lives of ordinary people are as fragile as ants. Any incident may destroy an entire city."

"Wang Chaling, it's not difficult to choose whether to use all your resources throughout your life to try to solve the curse that has been passed down in your Wang family, or to take risks to fight for a higher starting point and future for your children."

"It's understandable that you don't want to become a short-lived ghost like us, but this is how the world is. Evil spirits are resurrected, and as time goes by, the horror of supernatural events will only get worse."

"Of course you can live your life safely with the protection of the first and second generations of the Wang family. You may even find some means to shake the foundation of the Wang family curse. But what about your descendants? Like countless ordinary people living in the city, they will encounter supernatural events and then pin all their hopes on the local person in charge, right?"

"Please think about it carefully. I don't care what choice you make in the end, but I hope that one day in the future when the headquarters needs you, you can firmly fulfill the responsibilities of a captain."

"Even if the sky falls, tall people like us will have to hold it up first."

After saying that, Cao Yang left quickly, leaving Wang Chaling standing there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"We must strive for the power of the Wang family, but we must also limit it, because once the Wang family gets out of control, it will directly trigger a supernatural event beyond the S level."

Up to this moment, Cao Yang's southern tour has basically reached its end, but he still has many cities he has not visited, and there may also be quite terrifying supernatural events happening there that need to be dealt with.

"Dadong City, to the north are Dazhou City and Dachang City. Zhongshan is in charge of these two cities. Zhongshan is also a good person in charge. He can give them a hand."

Walking on the bustling streets of Dadong City, Cao Yang came to the location of the Wang family's ancient house. The old house was dead silent, and only occasionally could he see crowds of people through the broken windows, which seemed particularly strange.

Not long ago, this ancient house welcomed and sent off several uninvited guests. Chen Qiaoyang, codenamed the Ghost Shepherd, went into hiding and no one knew where he went. The ancient house also returned to a brief period of peace.

"The Survival Society, a civilian organization that is so arrogant that it occupied the Wang family's ancient house. I absolutely don't believe that this organization has no trace of Wang Chaling."

"But it doesn't matter. Yang Jian killed 10 to 20 people in the Survival Society, and the rest won't be able to make a difference. Besides, apart from the idiots who attacked Feng Quan and Dachang City, the others didn't do anything harmful. The pendulum curse alone is enough to keep them busy."

Cao Yang's sight fell on the old house across the street. He did not intend to go in to investigate anything. The function of the old house was very simple. It was a cage for imprisoning evil spirits. It used a pendulum clock to imprison the ghosts at different times. It was a perfect work of the older generation of ghost controllers using ghosts to restrict ghosts.

"Let's go to Dachang City, and then we can go all the way north to Zhongzhou City to help Yang Jian and the others deal with the Ghost Lake. After that, we can go to Luocheng City to investigate the matter of the mourners. There is also that Sun-wandering God, who sounds like a good match for Li Leping." With the route finalized, Cao Yang did not linger any longer. He believed that Wang Chaling could handle the situation in Dadong City. The main purpose of his trip had been achieved. Now the two half-finished coffin nails were in his hands. As long as he could find a way to find the Rust Ghost, he could complete the recasting.

This kind of strategic material that can make the final decision is of sufficient weight even in a national war.

Not long after Cao Yang left Dadong City, Wang Chaling also walked out of the building. There was no expression on his face, but his whole body revealed a sense of determination.

In Zhongzhou City, four captains and Ah Hong boarded the strange black boat together. A dim and yellow old-fashioned oil lamp was lit at the bow.

The boat floated on the water very steadily, without any sign of moving.

"I'll explore the way."

Li Jun stood up and walked to the bow of the boat. The green ghost fire instantly exploded, igniting the dark and cold lake surface again.

Then, balls of flames quickly sank into the lake, illuminating the situation at the bottom of the lake.

"It's incredible that there is an abandoned ancient city at the bottom of the lake."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. Li Jun's move this time was obviously crucial. An ancient city standing in the Ghost Lake with a strong Republic of China style and color, it was hard not to wonder if these two things were designed by some old monsters.

"Wait, is there someone moving? He's holding a half-dead body in his hand."

Shen Lin reminded them, and they opened their eyes wide and looked underwater, and indeed they found a swimming figure.

The man was about forty years old, wearing a Zhongshan suit, with a calm expression. In his left hand he held a rusty broadsword, and in his right hand he held a rotten corpse with only the upper body but an extremely hideous and terrifying expression.

"Is this a joke? Someone can actually move freely in a ghost lake?!"

Li Jun's face changed. The lake water can suppress the supernatural. This is the information provided by Cao Yang, but looking at the man's appearance, how does he look like he is suppressed?
"Everyone, be careful. That person seems to have noticed our sight."

Yang Jian said in a deep voice.

The five of them saw with their own eyes several balls of ghost fire falling on the middle-aged man, but unexpectedly he was not ignited by the ghost fire. Instead, the ghost fire was completely extinguished.

Not only that, the half of the rotten corpse was also not affected at all, and the jumping will-o'-the-wisp fire didn't even leave any trace on the corpse.

"That person is very dangerous."

Shen Lin's expression became solemn. Although they hadn't actually come into contact yet, he had already made a judgment just from the first glance.

"Oh my, there are quite a few people here, but didn't your elders teach you not to look at anything inappropriate?"

At this moment, a strong voice reached the ears of several captains, accompanied by an extreme coldness, as if a layer of frost would form on their hair, eyebrows and eyelids in the next second.

(End of this chapter)