"Tsk, so these glass beads contain residual consciousness of those ghosts. No wonder this happened."
Wen Wen, among the many ghosts, saw the one with the white fatty strips on its face, confirming his suspicion.
The residual consciousness of the ghosts was unwilling to be devoured by Qin Shuang and was resisting with all its might.
Although Qin Shuang was much more powerful than any ghost present, the sheer number of ghosts here overwhelmed him, and he had temporarily lost control of his ghostly form.
After a brief period of writhing, the enormous body managed to form a stable shape.
Above were dense clusters of arms and heads, while below were countless thighs resembling a brush.
Those dozens of heads and faces turned towards Wen Wen in unison. They recognized him as the one who had brought them to this state.
Thus, they began to wail in unison, emitting spectral shrieks. The cries, imbued with immense resentment, pierced through the bars, causing Hu Youling to cover her ears and crouch on the ground.
Xu Hai, who had only recently regained consciousness and hadn't fully grasped the situation in the containment facility, heard the sound and immediately began bleeding from his ears and nose before passing out.
Among all the monsters, he was the most physically fragile and couldn't withstand the sonic assault.
Wen Wen's expression darkened. With a slight movement of his fingers, a barrier rose, confining the ghosts' cries within the cell and preventing them from spreading.
When monsters were confined in the prison, the cells were equipped with complete facilities to prevent them from using their abilities to affect areas outside the cells.
However, such measures were difficult to handle sudden situations like this. Therefore, monsters of a certain power level were transferred to cells on lower levels to prevent accidents.
"In prison, one must maintain a proper attitude. Otherwise, one will suffer."
Wen Wen looked at the horrifying ghost conglomerate, snorted softly, and extended his hand towards it.
The rampant ghosts were directly immobilized in the center of the cell. Their bodies were squeezed by an invisible force, and finally, the pressure exceeded the body's capacity to bear, causing the massive form to explode. Su Dan novel network
Countless severed limbs coated the entire cell, an utterly disgusting sight.
Qin Shuang knelt in the bloody flesh, his eyes closed.
The scattered flesh and limbs slowly writhed back towards him, forming a scarlet fleshy ball.
Like a cocoon.
"This should be fine now, right?"
In his capacity as Disaster Jailer, Wen Wen could accomplish many things. While his actions were ruthless, he had exercised restraint.
He had only crushed the consciousness of the other ghosts, not harmed Qin Shuang's true form.
When Qin Shuang emerged from this fleshy cocoon, he would no longer be suitable for detention in the disaster zone.
The scene just now sent chills down the spines of the other monsters. When did this pervert's strength swell to this extent?
It wasn't simply about getting stronger; it was as if life itself had ascended to another level.
Unconsciously, the monsters abandoned any thoughts of escaping from here. Could a prison managed by such a terrifying individual be escaped at will?
Wen Wen scanned the other monsters. Apart from the carrion fiend and the unconscious Xu Hai, all the others showed signs of submission.
Hu Youling bowed respectfully, while the Whispering Tree Demon lowered its branches.
He nodded with satisfaction. These monsters had never been so well-behaved before. Then, his figure vanished, appearing in the disaster zone's containment warehouse.
Now, he wanted to check on the Hound of Hell.
The Hound of Hell was the first contained entity in the disaster zone and also the first monster to voluntarily surrender, which piqued Wen Wen's curiosity about its state.
At this moment, the dog was lying on the ground, dozing.
The ten-meter by ten-meter warehouse could be considered quite spacious for a single dog.
The ground was covered in grass, with a water pit approximately three meters in diameter at its center. The dog was lying in the pit, appearing completely relaxed.
It seemed neither hungry nor lonely, living quite contentedly within this small space.
Wen Wen still hadn't figured out the Hound of Hell's abilities, but it was clear that it possessed a suppressive effect on ghosts and differed from other monsters.
After confirming that the Hound of Hell was living without issues, Wen Wen proceeded to the disaster central district.
He intended to test the Disaster Containment Officer's badge and the Warehouse Administrator's chest plate here.
Wen Wen wanted to see what anomalies would occur by connecting the Disaster Gloves with these two items.
He was well aware that the Disaster Gloves likely occupied a very central position within the containment facility, possessing significant authority.
This was what allowed these items to exhibit functions they originally lacked.
No, it wasn't the function of these items, but the abilities of the Disaster Gloves. The collars and other objects were merely mediums to trigger these abilities.
He first placed his hand on the Warehouse Administrator's chest plate, but no anomaly occurred, which disappointed Wen Wen somewhat.
It seemed that not all identification could have such an effect.
Then, with slight trepidation, he placed the gloves on the Containment Officer's pendant. The moment the two established a connection, a change occurred!
Around him, bubbles filled with different flickering scenes appeared!
And in the bubble closest to Wen Wen, the image displayed was of Uncle Gong, lying in a hospital bed!
Wen Wen's eyes widened. He extended a finger and carefully touched the bubble. A piece of information appeared in Wen Wen's mind.
Name: Gong Baoding
Energy Level: Mastered Realm
Abilities: Flame Manipulation, Lie Detection...
Status: Near Death
...
Recommendation: Recruit as a Containment Officer!
"This, I can recruit other Containment Officers?"
Wen Wen repeatedly looked at the information, still finding it somewhat unbelievable.
"But why Uncle Gong? He's almost dead. What use would it be even if he's recruited as a Containment Officer..."
As soon as he thought this, another piece of information appeared in his mind.
'In exchange for saving his life, sign a contract, adhere to the containment facility's regulations, and do not reveal the existence of the containment facility to outsiders!'
'This contract is unbreakable and cannot be rescinded!'
'Content related to the containment facility is protected by the facility and cannot be detected by supernatural power...'
"They've thought of everything. I can't find anything to complain about."
Wen Wen continued to click on the other light spots and discovered that the majority of the candidate Containment Officers were from the Hunter Association.
Either they were severely injured and recovering, or they had suffered great losses and lost their abilities. Only a very few were not from the Hunter Association, but they were all in dire straits.
It was easy to understand that the most suitable individuals to be Containment Officers were monster hunters, so naturally, there were more candidates from the Hunter Association.
And these individuals all had needs. By fulfilling these needs, there was no fear of them refusing to become Containment Officers.
After closing these bubbles, Wen Wen sat on the ground, resting his chin on his hand, and began to fantasize.
Years later, Wen Wen became the president of the Hunter Association. He stood at the highest point and declared to all the high-ranking officials of the Hunter Association:
"Comrades, we have a traitor among us!"
Then, the higher-ups would collectively apprehend the only hunter who remained loyal to the association and force them to sign a contract...