Chapter 266: Plan to Release the Ghost Wall

Liang Wen lifted the blanket, stepped barefoot into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed the bone‑chilling water over his face again and again.

The icy stream washed away the bloodstains while forcibly suppressing the searing pain in his brain that was about to tear him apart.

The footage from last week's mission replayed in his mind like the most vicious curse.

That Bone City that rose from the ground, feeding on the residents of an entire building.

Qin Zhixia was pinned to the wall by four bone spears, looking like a tattered butterfly specimen, with blood spilling all over the floor.

Nie Yang, that old fox, left no dying words before being devoured by the writhing flesh wall, becoming fodder for a monster's evolution.

And himself.

Under a hail of bone spears, he was nailed to the ground, watching Ouyang Feng's god‑like, indifferent massive face open a gaping abyssal maw......

Conventional weapons?

Useless.

They'll only become fodder for Bone City's evolution.

Elite agents?

A joke.

Before the absolute Rule Power, they're merely slightly larger ants.

Using order to fight chaos?

Using humans to protect humans?

It simply doesn't work.

Liang Wen turned off the faucet, and droplets slid down his pallid cheek.

He lifted his head, stared at the stranger in the mirror, and twisted an ugly grin at the corner of his mouth.

In this dark, fucked‑up era, the only truth is—

Only monsters can defeat monsters!

He left the bathroom, picked up the top‑level encrypted Communicator on the desk, thought for a moment, and dialed the number he only uses in the most dire emergencies.

The phone rang once and was answered.

"Wei Gong. It's me, Liang Wen."

His voice was hoarse, as if two pieces of sandpaper were grinding together.

On the other end, Wei Gong's voice was as steady as a mountain.

"This is the emergency line. Liang Wen, what's happening on your end?"

Liang Wen didn't answer; he went straight to the point.

"In fifteen minutes, Ouyang Feng will cut off all internal and external signals of Apartment 502 in Tongzi Lou, Happiness Community, including the locator on his own body. Nie Yang's strike team will arrive at 17 minutes 40 seconds, and then be completely annihilated."

"In twenty minutes, Ouyang Feng will use the Wish Bottle to complete his first evolution, rating his power at quasi‑A."

"... In half an hour, the Bone City will take shape, beginning to devour surrounding structures; by then, no conventional firepower can halt its expansion."

Liang Wen's speech was unhurried, but each word landed like a nail, precisely striking the timeline's nodes.

He gave no explanation for how he knew all this.

Because such foresight intelligence itself is the most indisputable authority.

A ten‑second silence fell on the other end.

Wei Gong neither questioned nor probed further.

That silence itself signified tacit consent and trust.

Because he knew Liang Wen possessed the ability to rewind time.

"Your plan? What is it?"

Wei Gong's voice sounded again, now heavy with the weight of an impending mountain rain.

"Abandon all conventional troop deployments."

Liang Wen's tone was ice‑cold, devoid of any feeling.

"Whether it's Nie Yang, the Special Forces, or armored vehicles, sending them now only serves to deliver heads to Ouyang Feng, becoming fodder for his evolution."

"I need you to do one thing, now, immediately, at once."

"Speak."

"Release the 'Ghost Wall'."

Liang Wen spat out the name, each syllable halting.

The name caused Wei Gong on the other end to pause his breathing for a split second.

Ghost Wall.

Serial Number 002.

A Fierce Ghost‑type Weird formed from the vengeful spirit of demolition victim Wang Kai of the unfinished building.

It was one of the most troublesome senior‑level Weirds the Federal Weird Investigation Bureau encountered at its inception.

Eventually, the Ninth Division, at great cost, successfully contained it in an aerial prison 300 meters above the ground.

"It harbors extreme hatred toward the authorities, especially our Investigation Bureau."

Danger tinged Wei Gong's voice.

"Once released, we cannot control it."

"Indeed we can't control it, but we can exploit it."

Liang Wen walked to the window, gazing at the drizzle‑turned downpour outside, his eyes deep.

"Consider this, Wang Kai: what did the Core consciousness of the 'Ghost Wall' hate most in life?"

Wei Gong reacted instantly.

"Han De Group."

"That's right."

Liang Wen's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"We can forge a piece of top‑secret intelligence; the content is simple—Ouyang Feng was the biggest capital protector behind the Han De Group back then."

"Leak this intelligence 'unintentionally' to 'Ghost Hitting the Wall'."

"What happens when a man who has lost everything, a madman, encounters the enemy he hates to the bone?"

On the other end of the phone, silence as deep as death fell once again.

This plan is too crazy.

Use a lie to guide a containment‑breached weird to attack a renegade ace agent.

This is using poison to counteract poison.

A slight mistake could mean losing control on both sides, and everything would be lost.

"We need time. Besides 'Ghost Hitting the Wall', no one in the Investigation Bureau can hold back Ouyang Feng."

Liang Wen's voice interrupted Wei Gong's thoughts, carrying an indisputable resolve.

"I need 'Ghost Hitting the Wall' to hold off Ouyang Feng for at least ten minutes. This is the sole prerequisite for my follow‑up plan."

"...... Good."

Wei Gong ultimately said only a single word.

But that one word weighed as much as a thousand jin.

This means the Investigation Bureau must abandon a weird that has already been contained.

"Remember, Wei Gong, besides the necessary personnel in the plan, no additional combat staff need be deployed to Happiness Community."

Liang Wen finally added a reminder.

"From now on, Happiness Community is a weird‑forbidden zone; ordinary people must not enter."

"All we can do now is evacuate the other residents in the community as much as possible."

Having said that, he hung up the phone directly.

A fierce headache struck again; Liang Wen staggered a few steps, pulled a bottle of strong painkiller from the drawer, without checking the dosage, dumped seven or eight tablets into his palm, and swallowed them down with saliva.

The bitterness of the tablets spread across the base of his tongue.

He walked to the wardrobe, put on a clean black windcoat, and slipped on the fingerless gloves etched with strange patterns.

He looked at his refreshed self in the mirror, slowly adjusted his collar, and muttered to himself.

"As expected......"

"Only monsters can deal with monsters."

Having said that, he turned and strode purposefully toward the door.

Destination: the rooftop helipad.

To contend with a monster on the verge of godhood, relying on just another monster is far from enough.

He needs to recruit...... more dangerous, more powerful 'allies'.

Meanwhile.

Federal Weird Investigation Bureau, Director's Office.

Wei Gong gently set down the handset; in his eyes, usually as still as an ancient well, wind and thunder now surged.

He stood silently, his tall figure casting a mountain‑like shadow in the somewhat dim room.

After a long while.

He pressed a red button on the desk.

"Director."

A technician in a white research uniform appeared on the screen.

Wei Gong walked with his hands behind his back to the huge floor‑to‑ceiling window.

His voice was icy and resolute, like the final judgment.

"Connect to the airborne prison 'Azkaban'."

"We want to release a contained weird."