Chapter 272 Dirty Phone Booth

In the laboratory, Wang Xiaoming suddenly stopped his research, but not because of 073's report, but because of the missionary's prayer.

During these prayers, he heard the name of the ghost who called him, and this was a fierce ghost that interested him very much.

He also specifically conveyed the oracle to the missionaries. Less than half a month later, the missionaries found the ghost call. It seems that he has not been slacking off in the past few days.

As the prayers were sounded, Wang Xiaoming's consciousness descended to the missionary's side, which was a laboratory-like room.

The room was filled with laboratory tables and various complex instruments. Around these instruments, several scientific researchers in white coats had fallen down.

Judging from the lack of any expression of fear on these people's faces, they must have been killed in a sudden attack while working and had no time to react at all.

After finding out the surrounding environment, Wang Xiaoming looked directly in the direction of the missionary. The missionary was standing in front of a telephone in a black robe, with a black book half-opened and half-closed in front of him, as if resisting an invisible attack.

The missionary's eyes were closed, his face was distorted, but his mouth kept opening and closing in prayer.

Behind him, two clergymen in red robes fell to the ground. They probably didn't even have time to pray before they died in the supernatural attack.

Although he didn't hear the phone ringing, Wang Xiaoming knew that the ghost call must be here.

Only this world-ranked number one evil spirit could be so terrifying, forcing the missionary, a ghost rider who has already reached an extraordinary level, to this point, and he hurriedly prayed to the Lord of Perfection for help.

According to speculation, the ghost call should be a conscious type of evil ghost that will attack human consciousness. No matter how powerful the ghost rider is, consciousness is still a weakness.

"That is to say, the ghost call should be there now..."

Wang Xiaoming turned his gaze and looked at the missionary's head. When his eyes of prying secrets opened, he saw blue notes beating in the missionary's brain.

With every beat, the missionary's face showed pain.

However, due to the intervention of the Wilderness of Knowledge, a thin layer of transparent veil protected the missionary's brain, and the blue note could not enter.

But there was no light on the phone in front of the missionary, not even a single line of electricity.

Receive!
After making sure that the ghost call was not coming from anywhere else, Wang Xiaoming thought about it and took the missionary into the Wilderness of Knowledge, along with the blue note that was suspected to be the ghost call.

Above the wilderness of knowledge, the moment the missionary appeared, white light bands fell on the missionary, and then the blue notes lingering in the missionary's mind were forced out by an invisible force.

Wang Xiaoming regained consciousness and mobilized the power of the source substance, transforming into an invisible giant hand to gather together the blue notes scattered around.

Even though these notes were under his control, they were still restless and kept trying to break free and continue attacking the missionaries.

Wang Xiaoming moved his mind, and the missionary who was about to wake up fell back into the human world and returned to the laboratory.

After feeling a powerful force injected into him and forcing the ghost call back, the missionary slowly opened his eyes and saw the ordinary phone in front of him, without the terrifying ghost call anymore.

"Thank you my Lord!"

The missionary looked excited, drew a circle with one hand, and spoke devoutly.

Above the wilderness of knowledge, Wang Xiaoming looked at the blue musical notes circling in the palm of his hand, with a look of surprise on his face.

He just discovered that this ghost call was only an incomplete part and was not complete. With the help of divination with the blue notes, Wang Xiaoming roughly sensed the location of the other part of the ghost call, which was in the west of Europe.

"It just so happens that I've made some progress in my research these days, so I'll send a clone to imprison the other part of the ghost call to prevent other troubles from happening again." Outside, in the laboratory of the headquarters, the two Wang Xiaomings looked at each other, and one of the clones disappeared instantly, while the other one got busy, doing the work of two people.

With the help of the wilderness of knowledge, the clone instantly landed on a small island in Europe. There were not many people living on this island, but there was a simple perfect church.

The clone relies on the believer's location to teleport to the island closest to the location where the ghost call came.

"Transmission is convenient. According to the induction, the distance is less than 200 kilometers now."

The clone squinted his eyes and looked at the sea in the distance, silently locking onto the location of the ghost call.

Thinking of a quick victory, the clone turned into a black line and went away into the distance.

Although the clone's combat power is slightly weaker than the original body, its strength is also at the fourth level. The ghost domain spells it uses are much faster than Zhou Tong driving the ghost taxi.

In just five minutes, the clone arrived near the location where the ghost call came.

This is a small town full of exotic atmosphere. It is working hours and there are not many people on the street.

Without alarming anyone, the clone appeared on a street with old buildings. Many houses here were covered with green plants, and most of the stone slabs underfoot were broken.

The postman on his bicycle, the bakery with the aroma of milk, and the horse-drawn carriages passing by on the road from time to time make people feel like they are going back in time.

The clone walked forward slowly and came to a shabby telephone booth on the corner of the street.

The dark green frame was twisted by the huge force, the door of the phone booth had disappeared, and the microphone of the phone inside was pulled off by someone, leaving only a wire hanging on the ground.

The clone frowned slightly. He was very sure that the telephone booth in front of him was the other part of the ghost call, but he didn't expect it to look like this.

As soon as he approached the phone booth, he smelled a foul odor. He saw that the floor of the phone booth was full of garbage and there was a lot of excrement among the garbage, which made people reluctant to get close.

Thinking that the original body was still waiting, the clone was about to pinch his nose when he suddenly sensed someone approaching him quickly and reaching into his pocket.

The clone turned around and grabbed the hand in one go, looking at the man calmly.

This was a sturdy black man. After being caught in the act, he showed no fear at all. Instead, he asked nonchalantly to borrow some money.

Although the other party spoke a minority language, the clone could still understand it. Knowing that the person in front of him was just a rogue, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What are you laughing laughing?"

The black man felt uncomfortable being stared at by the clone. He felt that there was something strange about the stranger in front of him. He tried to break free, but found that the other party's palm was holding him tightly like an iron plug. So he hurriedly called his companions:
"Kerry, Jack, come and help me!"

At the black man's call, the two white men who had been watching the excitement stepped forward and said, "Weide, are you weak? You can't even handle a skinny foreigner."

"Oh! Poor stranger, he has been targeted by these three villains!"

"Call the police quickly, otherwise this stranger will definitely die here."

The crowd was talking about it, some were just watching the fun, some were eager to call the police, but no one dared to help.

(End of this chapter)