The toilet door that had been forced open was crumbling.
Li Leping had no doubt that he could break it off as long as he used force.
But it doesn't really matter.
He just needs a place to hide.
Even if the ghost slaves outside knew that he was inside, it would be of no use.
"Just keep them out of sight."
Leave the rest to the Forgotten Ghost.
What will be forgotten will be forgotten...
"Boom, boom, boom."
"Why?" Li Leping asked.
He looked at Fang Jun and said, "You must have been attacked by these ghost slaves, right? What ability did you rely on to survive?"
The first batch of reliable ghost masters were withering away quickly. After that, the ghost masters at the headquarters all had some problems. In terms of character, they were either madmen or gamblers. They would flip the table and start a fight if they disagreed.
temper.
His voice was dry and hoarse, as if a critically ill person was using his last strength to speak, and it sounded very uncomfortable.
As soon as these words came out, Fang Jun, who had been watching from the side with a cold expression, immediately showed vigilance in his eyes: "Do you know the Ghost Controller?"
He guessed correctly, or made the bet correctly, thus avoiding a pointless consumption.
At this time, Fang Jun, who had been staying next to him, reminded him.
As the person in charge, he soon noticed that the movement outside had decreased.
However, as time goes by, these ghost controllers frequently use the power of ghosts to deal with supernatural events, which makes them die faster.
Fang Jun's first reaction was that there was something wrong with this person's brain.
Feeling that the intensity of the impact from outside began to gradually decrease, Li Leping's face looked much better, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but the indifference in his expression did not diminish.
"You are not a ghost controller at the headquarters, why would you imprison a ghost and take the initiative to deal with supernatural events?" Fang Jun was somewhat doubtful of Li Leping's original intention.
Li Leping nodded and did not deny it.
It was quiet again in the toilet, except for the sound of water leaking from somewhere, making a "tick-tick-tock" sound.
However, I actually forgot his appearance.
"You may not believe it, but I came here to take pictures of ghosts." Li Leping shook the camera he took from the ghost photo studio room.
However, the man who reminded him, who looked to be in his early thirties, could tell at a glance that he was not an ordinary person.
Unless there is interference from other supernatural forces.
After confirming the safety, Li Leping had time to carefully look at Fang Jun's appearance. A man in his early thirties, in his prime, was now haggard and decadent. His figure was extremely thin, without any extra flesh.
It can be said that he is skin and bones.
"The person in charge's satellite positioning phone?"
But the next moment, a look of disbelief suddenly appeared on Fang Jun's haggard face.
The door to the toilet was blocked by him, and the ghost slaves outside could not rush in.
This is a sign of being corrupted by evil spirits.
The young man in front of him seemed to be the young man he saw entering the shopping mall building just now when he was searching for survivors.
If a gold brand could not allow Li Leping to determine Fang Jun's identity, then this bulky mobile phone that looked like a Big Brother phone would be enough for him to guess Fang Jun's identity.
He remembered.
Although the footsteps outside are still noisy, it can be heard that the footsteps are getting smaller.
Li Leping clung to the door and felt a violent impact from the other side.
There is also a strange-looking phone hanging next to the nameplate, which looks a bit like the old Big Brother phone.
Fang Jun said: "So that's the case. No wonder you can avoid being chased by the ghost slaves."
"Photograph?"
"Fang Jun?" Li Leping read after seeing the handwriting engraved on it clearly.
“Incredible.”
Fang Jun looked at Li Leping solemnly. He didn't know what method the young man used, but he was sure that it must involve supernatural power.
Sure enough, the passive ability of the Forgotten Ghost is enough to make these ghost slaves forget their own existence.
He didn't pay attention before, thinking that there were only some lucky survivors hiding in this toilet.
In today's underground market, a jailed ghost is worth at least 100 million, and there is no market for it.
Now, Fang Jun was a little scared.
"Ghost controller?" Li Leping asked tentatively.
The ghost slaves outside want to rush in.
Forces in various countries will secretly purchase it, and if the level is high, the price will increase.
The ghost slaves are retreating.
Although Fang Jun witnessed Li Leping forcing the ghost slave out, he also knew that it was impossible to escape so easily after being targeted by a ghost.
Li Leping leaned sideways, blocking the door while taking the opportunity to observe inside the toilet.
Li Leping did not continue talking. After he felt that there was no movement outside, he waited for a while before quietly opening a crack in the door and peeking out.
It's just that he is a person who has been corrupted by a powerful ghost after all. The body of the ghost controller seems to be decadent, but it contains power that is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Now is the early stage of supernatural recovery, and not many people know this title.
What Li Leping is most concerned about is what kind of ghost is hidden in the body of the person in charge named Fang Jun? Is the limit of his body approaching? How long will it take before the ghost recovers?
If conditions permit, it should be possible to join forces with him to deal with a supernatural incident.
In the dim environment, the golden nameplate was dazzlingly illuminated by the flash of the mobile phone in his trouser pocket.
"Detention?" Fang Jun examined Li Leping for a while, and then asked, "Why?"
"Why are you asking these questions?" Fang Jun asked.
He didn't reply, but focused his eyes on the golden name tag on Fang Jun's chest.
"Are you also a ghost controller?" Fang Jun asked tentatively.
As the person in charge, Fang Jun certainly knows that there are such a group of lunatics in the world who run the business of selling ghosts.
There was only a dim corridor in sight, and the ghost slave had disappeared.
The head of the headquarters of Paranormal Recovery in the early days was relatively reliable. They basically had a good image of Wei Guangzheng and were trustworthy.
Everyone huddled in the deepest part of the toilet, except for this man, who blocked the aisle like a shield, isolating Li Leping from the survivors.
"There are so many ghost slaves wandering outside, and there is also a ghost wandering whose specific location is unknown. Maybe we can cooperate to imprison that ghost." Li Leping suggested.
Taking a long breath, Li Leping closed the door again and sat down with his back against the door.
"It's no use what you're doing."
Seeing that the twenty-year-old young man in front of him showed a calmness that was not in line with his age, Fang Jun nodded slightly.
The young man whom he considered ignorant.
Heroes always die before villains.
Even at such a close distance, I couldn't be sure whether what I saw was actually him.
"Supernatural influence?"
Fang Jun's face suddenly became heavy.
It seems that I have met a ghost master who cannot be remembered...