Tap, tap, tap——

Wu Liang, with his custom-made noise-canceling headphones on, closed his eyes as he navigated the pedestrian street. Whenever he sensed any infected pedestrians around, he would gently tap them.

He walked about a hundred meters, unsure of how many pedestrians he had tapped.

Then, he opened his eyes, his expression heavy, and used the Ghost Compendium to communicate with the Puppet Ghost: "Tell He Zhan that even interacting with those supernatural infectees won't work. Hearing, sight, and touch can all be controlled and infected."

Discovering yet another method of infection made him feel the Crying Ghost's ability was rather troublesome.

If he had to describe it, the Fierce Ghosts he previously encountered were either like butchers with cleavers or bastards hiding in the dark taking shots.

But no matter what, they had to be on the battlefield to kill.

The Crying Ghost was more like a trap expert who lays mines; he doesn't need to appear or even be on the battlefield, merely waiting for someone to step on a mine.

The key is, after the mine explodes, the bombed person becomes a new mine, ready to bomb others.

"Mist, shroud the entire city and restrict anyone or anything that can make crying sounds, including insects and animals, preventing them from interfering with He Zhan's situation," Wu Liang said after a moment of contemplation.

Now that he knew about the three methods of infection, he had a relatively stable plan forming in his mind.

Expecting He Zhan to not hear, see, or touch any supernatural infectees was a bit too demanding.

After all, a city of nearly a million people, where those infected with supernatural powers actively or unconsciously seek out the uninfected, would naturally be filled with people wandering through the streets and alleys.

He Zhan alone couldn't possibly avoid all the crowds in the city.

Instead, he had the Mist Ghost restrict all mobile supernatural infectees and shroud them in dense mist, then have He Zhan wear his special noise-canceling headphones.

Wouldn't this perfectly achieve not hearing, not seeing, and not touching?

"Boss, should I help communicate to He Zhan to stay away from the supernatural infectees shrouded in mist?" the Puppet Ghost replied via Ghost Compendium.

Wu Liang confidently shook his head, saying, "No need. He'll know it's my work when he sees the mist. Try to show yourself as little as possible to avoid the Crying Ghost noticing something awry."

"Okay... Boss... sob sob sob..."

The Puppet Ghost's voice became increasingly blurry until it turned into a barely audible sobbing sound!

This gradual change immediately made Wu Liang's hair stand on end, and he quickly opened his eyes to scan his surroundings—

There were fashionable women shopping for clothes on the pedestrian street; elderly holding their grandchildren for a stroll; groups gathering for a meeting, sitting at tables outside a shop waiting for their order; and even delivery guys in yellow vests and helmets rushing by...

In a normal bustling city street, naturally, all sorts of people were present when the supernatural infection spread.

But now they all stood there, turning their heads blankly toward Wu Liang.

They opened their mouths, but no crying sound came out, only tears rolling down their cheeks, an inexplicable sorrow spreading.

If a normal person witnessed this eerie scene, they'd be terrified!

The street that was once filled with chaotic, piercing cries fell silent, with only countless pairs of eyes staring, seemingly ready to tear anyone apart.

Wu Liang instinctively waved his hand, signaling the Mist Ghost to hold off shrouding these people with mist.

He wanted to understand the implications of this ghostly change and why the Puppet Ghost's voice transformed into a sobbing sound.

"Boss, could it be that the Puppet was also..."

"Highly unlikely. Both being of city-destroying level Fierce Ghosts, I don't believe the Crying Ghost could silently infect the Puppet. Moreover, its abilities don't seem very effective against ghosts," Wu Liang interrupted Nightmare's speculation.

Nightmare nodded in agreement.

Indeed, since entering the city, he'd been constantly hearing crying sounds but hadn't felt its strong contagiousness, proving it primarily targeted humans, insects, and animals.

Then why did the Puppet Ghost's voice change?

"Most likely, the issue isn't on its end, but on ours..." Wu Liang cautiously shared his hypothesis with Nightmare.

Following the previous deduction, it wasn't that the Puppet Ghost's voice had issues, but that something was off with what they were hearing.

This indicated a stronger source of propagation was nearby!

Drip——

Before Wu Liang could locate the stronger infection source, he heard a drop of water hitting the ground behind him, a subtle sound detectable only with his city-destroying level body.

Turning around, both Wu Liang and Nightmare were stunned.

The dripping sound was the Ghost Driver's tears falling onto the steering wheel, and it was still obliviously observing the surroundings alongside him.

"You should come back and rest, we might be in luck," Wu Liang said, narrowing his eyes.

He then put the Ghost Driver back into the Ghost Compendium to avoid further supernatural infection.

At this moment, Wu Liang was almost certain — the Crying Ghost was right beside them!

Only with the Crying Ghost present could it affect a Fierce Ghost of the Ghost Driver's level, although the Ghost Driver's other behaviors hadn't been affected, only its tears flowed.

But that was enough!

"Are you...my subjects?"

"Our kingdom...has fallen."

"The key to awakening lies...far away."

"..."

Suddenly, everyone on the pedestrian street silently shed tears while speaking incomprehensible phrases.

Due to prolonged crying, most of their vocal cords were hoarse, making their speech broken and somewhat irritating to hear.

Wu Liang frowned and tentatively called out to them, "Do you know you're ghosts of the Lost Realm? Can ghosts also have a sense of belonging to a country?"

Frankly, the reactions of these pedestrians were quite unexpected.

It was evident they acted as the voice of the hidden Crying Ghost, revealing an unprecedented situation — a ghost's sense of belonging!

His mentor had told him that the Lost Realm wasn't a single Fierce Ghost but a nation of them, akin to the legendary Atlantis submerged deep in the sea, an incredible kingdom.

Thus, this country-destroying level event was named — The Lost Realm.

"Belonging...that is my homeland..."

"I am the Prince of the Golden City..."

"I am the divine guide granting eternal life to humanity... I am... Triton!"

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