She has hundreds of thousands of supernatural powers, but she always says she is weak.

The black sun broke free from its chains and sped away.

With the most troublesome one gone, the next step is... Zuo Xiuyan looked at the white bowl that was upside down on top of the black sun.

She really wanted to take it for herself, but she didn't know the taboos of using it. If she rashly accepted the storage space, it might damage the space and the abnormal items stored inside, so she couldn't take the risk.

To deal with the White Bowl, we should first attack it with a small number of bombs to test its strength and characteristics, thus avoiding any rebound or deterioration. Zuo Xiuyan immediately realized that this was his usual way of thinking; how could the Ghost possibly do such a thing?

What is caution? It's not in the Ghost Dictionary.

Ghosts don't know what the norm is.

Madness and evil are her favorite things.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." Inside the Black Sun, the [Emotional Regulation] that was just acting as a wall to isolate the sealed bowl suddenly seemed like a sharp scalpel, cutting the fluorescent white river of the sealed bowl haphazardly, breaking it into pieces.

It's like wildly rushing thorns suddenly piercing into fluorescent white, or like a brush with bristling bristles forcefully scribbling in the center of a smooth line.

It looked as if a paint bucket had been knocked over, scattering distorted patterns and spots.

The once coherent liquid in the sealed bowl was now scattered and disordered. The ghost let out a low laugh, as if a muffled drum was beating in its throat.

But that's not all; the energy of regulation intensifies again, like an axe chopping at the mental network of the black sun.

If the energy spreading from the sealed bowl is like tree roots, then the surrounding spiritual network is like the soil that envelops those roots.

The ghost chopped them down, roots and all, one axe at a time, and then dug them all up.

It was a very authentic bone-scraping treatment.

The blackened bones of the sun, the wounded sealed bowl, the healing of a small sorrow.

The black sun's back, like a cloth, seemed to be scorched by fire. It gradually thinned in the middle, tearing open a hole. The surrounding area curled up and turned to ashes, thus spreading into a large hole.

The sealed bowl did not fall; all the controlled energy enveloped and pulled it to the ghost's feet.

She casually lifted her foot and stepped down.

While the ghost blocked the way, Little Sadness had completely taken over the remaining mental network, trapping the lone monster core.

The core resembles a large, pale yellow, luminous glass sphere, while pale purple seeps into the interior from the outside in, gradually dimming the light.

The assimilation speed increased until the very center also turned purple. The two bright lights disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, a strong purple light burst forth, constantly rotating.

One life ends, another is born.

The Black Sun's body, oh, now a little sad, its wounds have closed up, its layers of cloth swaying, it seems quite satisfied with its new body.

Xiao Beishang has complete control over the monster's abilities, and Zuo Xiuyan uses them by manipulating Xiao Beishang.

Zuo Xiuyan turned around and looked into the distance. High in the sky, she immediately saw a relatively dense crowd. It was her colleagues from the processing bureau still fighting with the locksmiths.

Although the bureau had three seriously injured employees, the locksmith company had two dead. Even with the advantage, it's best to resolve the situation as soon as possible.

E19 can be handled by Mengsun and the others; I'll deal with these troublemakers myself.

"Let's go." Zuo Xiuyan commanded in his mind, and Xiao Beishou immediately turned around and rushed over.

The Awakened on the ground were suddenly blinded by a strong wind and saw a huge body rushing down from the sky and stopping overhead, blocking out the light, like a giant aircraft carrier, casting a huge sense of oppression.

It's the Black Sun of E19!

The monster's body was mostly positioned on the side closest to the locksmith company. This protective stance put the police on high alert, causing them to immediately retreat and give way. Meanwhile, the locksmith company, which had been somewhat sluggish, was energized and immediately gave chase.

The next second, the text above the processing bureau that revealed the secret disappeared, and the text above the locksmith company's head flickered and appeared at an extremely fast speed.

The locksmith company was taken aback.

As their secrets were revealed, their bodies, like peeled bananas, opened up, and they let out painful groans.

The authorities immediately stopped their movement and took the opportunity to retaliate.

Zuo Xiuyan saw and understood those secrets almost instantly.

The words, strung together, form a bloody record; the violence and malice are not concealed but rather overly explicit.

These people were even worse than she had imagined; they deserved to die.

Through their bodies, Zuo Xiuyan could clearly see the blackness representing fear writhing.

The seeds of fear sown long ago have blossomed in every lock-picker, and death and pain have become their best nourishment, allowing them to grow into juvenile pure beings.

The moment she gazed upon them, the Pure Ones trembled, yearning to be seen by her, yearning to be perceived. They absorbed the remaining spirit with all their might, then surged upwards, rushing towards Zuo Xiuyan.

The locksmith couldn't help but scream in agony.

It was like a large bottle of ink being spilled, quickly staining one's spirit black. The indescribable pain paled in comparison to a more horrifying truth...

There's a monster inside my head!

They kept trying to drive them away, but they couldn't concentrate on the fight. The monster seemed to be sucking their souls away. Despairingly, they tried to cover their faces with the shroud from head to toe, as if they were already dead, their bodies suffocating and cold.

I shouldn't be in despair, but I can't suppress this feeling; perhaps this is the truth.

They hadn't given up, but the monster broke free of its shell and left, taking half of its soul with it.

The pure beings emerging from the human body were like billowing black smoke, each one like a wolf going out hunting, bringing back prey to offer to the wolf king, even wanting the wolf king to devour their bodies as well. They longed to return to the embrace of a purer power, to merge with a more powerful force.

To others, the invisible monster was completely invisible.

"Whoosh~" Zuo Xiuyan blew a clear and sharp whistle and teleported down.

The whistle didn't come with any special skill; she just used it to continue implanting "anchors."

This action is linked to the identity of a ghost, creating a fixed perception among those who know: ghosts love to whistle, the one whistling this way is a ghost, and when she whistles, something will happen, especially something bad.

Hearing this "anchor"—the familiar whistle—will automatically trigger specific psychological and behavioral responses.

Just like Pavlov's dog, it salivates when it hears a bell.

Upon hearing the whistle, everyone saw a person with the word "Ghost" above their head standing directly in the center of the field. Seeing that face, the fear in the lock-picker's eyes reached its peak.

The Pure Ones long to be a part of this Dominator, even at the cost of their lives, and these instincts, when channeled into the Locksmiths, are matched by their fear.

The fear was so intense that even losing one's life couldn't stop it; just one glance at that figure sent chills down one's spine, as if one's entire being was about to be reduced to ashes.

Unable to look directly at that face, they instinctively closed their eyes, their bodies trembling so badly they could barely move. Under the attack of the processing bureau, the lock pickers fell to the ground like chopped trees, without even letting out a scream.

The few who were furthest away and stronger fled for their lives without looking back, their bodies covered in wounds and bleeding profusely. Their hearts were pounding with panic, and they had no courage to fight.

The mere thought of a weirdo intensified their trembling.

I can't look, I can't look at that face!

You can't listen, you can't listen to that sound!

Otherwise, you will die!