Chapter 107: The Pen Spirit

Chapter 107: The Pen Spirit

"Everyone, there're always more opportunities in dangerous situations!" Wang Dehai suddenly said.

In that moment, everyone looked at him.

Wang Dehai was just a human, but he was calmer than the usual psychic.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

"Nightmare has no real body in our world, but now all of Greenvine City is covered by its Specter Zone. It's like we're in a dream, and only a dream can hurt a dream! This is our chance. We just need to find Nightmare's real body and beat it. Then we can get through this dangerous situation."

"Director Wang, you make it sound easy. Never mind beating Nightmare, finding it is hard enough for us. Greenvine City is so big, and we're in its Specter Zone. Where do we even start looking?"

Wang Dehai didn't seem angry at the question and the guy's impatient tone. He looked at Yang Ming and said, "Yang, please bring out that thing."

Yang Ming nodded and left. When he returned, he was holding a dark gold box. The box, made of Mind Steel, had no gaps and was sealed shut.

Everyone was focused on the box.

Then Yang Ming took a dark gold knife from his belt and cut the box open. The sound left the others cringing in discomfort.

The next second, the box opened, revealing a pen. An old, black pen, looking as if it was from the last century. As soon as the pen appeared, a cold Spectral air filled the room.

It was as if the pen was alive, with hateful eyes staring at everyone, chilling them.

"It's a Specter Gadget!" someone exclaimed.

Most psychics, unlike Fang Xiu and Yang Ming, had never seen a Specter Gadget. Each Specter Gadget was precious, not just anyone could have one.

Wang Dehai explained, "Right, this pen is a Specter Gadget, called the Spiritual Pen."

"The Spiritual Pen? Is it like the Pen Spirit game those foolish young people play?"

"Yes. We don't have much time. I'll explain quickly. Using this pen, if you pay a price, you can get the answer you want."

They only hoped that Yang Mings luck would protect him. The Investigation Bureau couldn't afford to lose such a high-level fighter at this crucial time.

Just as Yang Ming was about to ask, Fang Xiu stood up, attracting everyone's attention.

"I'll do it."

The room fell silent. Shock, doubt, disbelief, curiosityall these expressions appeared on people's faces.

Yang Ming, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, laughed loudly. "Fang Xiu, why? Trying to steal the spotlight? I can't let you have this chance."

Wang Dehai, even more worried, said, "Fang Xiu, let Yang Ming do it. His ability is luck, and this kid has many tricks up his sleeve. The Pen Spirit might not even be able to kill him."

Facing the discouragement from the others, Fang Xiu remained calm and said, "I'll be fine."

"Fang Xiu, now is not the time to show off. Yang Ming is the strongest and the luckiest. He is the best choice," Wang Dehai tried to persuade him.

But Fang Xiu remained stubborn. "I said, I'll be fine."

Wang Dehai paused, noticing Fang Xiu's calm expression. He guessed maybe Fang Xiu knew he would be safe, perhaps he had foreseen the future.

Thinking this, Wang Dehai said after a moment, "Yang Ming, let him do it."

Yang Ming, seemingly understanding his intention, nodded and gave the pen to Fang Xiu.

The others, unaware of Fang Xiu's reasons, had mixed feelings. Some respected him, some laughed at him, and some were confused.

They couldn't figure out why Fang Xiu, almost like a selfless saint, was so eager to face such danger.

But Fang Xiu had his reasons. He wanted to confirm his suspicion and use this chance, maybe even risking his life, to find answers to his deepest doubts.

He also silently thanked Nightmare. Without it, he might never have discovered this hidden treasure of the Investigation Bureau."