The first task world of the model can only be considered a strange and magical task world, while the second task world is Jurassic. So, he actually hasn't really come into contact with or seen - "ghosts" such existence, even if he believes that there are ghosts in the real world, but believing and seeing with one's own eyes are different concepts. At this time, the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand fell to the ground, and he swallowed hard.

  "What's wrong, scared?" Zhao Zhu asked while drinking Coke.

  "Not a bit of buffer, suddenly seeing so many, it's a bit scary." Fan Pian readily admitted, after all, living people are afraid of ghosts, and there's nothing to be ashamed of.

  "Take it easy, don't offend them and there's no danger. There are probably over 200 ghosts here, but they haven't formed any evil atmosphere, nor is there any malignant energy emanating from within. Unless someone has extremely bad luck, normal people passing by won't have any issues. By the way, isn't your subordinate having a streak of bad luck recently?"

  "I think he's been unlucky lately, having just gone through a breakup and failed in the stock market. His motorcycle was also stolen, and to make matters worse, he almost set the kitchen on fire by accident... it seems like he's really having a streak of bad luck." Fan Pian said.

  "That's right, it's when one's luck is at its worst that they come to this dirty place, and that's how they get infected with evil spirits. After going back, they fall ill and become delirious. Later on, you can just give them some talisman water to drink and they should be fine."

  "What's going on here? What are all these... filthy things doing here? Are they watching the ball game or something?" Fan Pian asked, somewhat disbelieving.

  "There are still a few empty seats in that corner, let's go sit there and wait for the match to start." Zhao Zhu pointed in one direction.

  "Are we really going to watch the game here?" Fan Pian asked somewhat speechlessly.

  "We have to wait until the game starts to see it clearly, anyway, we've already bought the tickets, might as well watch or waste them. I occasionally watched Premier League matches when I was in the UK, although I'm not a die-hard fan." Zhao Zhu said while walking away, and even he tried his best to avoid touching those "ghosts" when passing by their seats.

  Fan Pian had no choice but to follow the past, and when he passed by the ghostly figures, he was extremely cautious. There were all sorts of ghosts, men and women, old and young, and when Fan Pian walked sideways in front of them, their expressions didn't change, still staring straight ahead. However, when he walked in front of a young man, Fan Pian suddenly discovered that the youth's mouth corner revealed a strange smile.

  This smile made Fan Pian feel that his legs and feet suddenly didn't belong to him, and he stopped in front of the young man just like that.

  Zhao Zhu, who was already seated, put the cola and food on a nearby chair, stood up, and began to move his feet quickly. He formed hand seals with both hands, almost within two or three breaths. As soon as he finished, Zhao Zhu clasped his hands together and pushed forward, releasing a faint golden light that shot out and hit the young ghost's forehead. The strange smile on the young ghost's face disappeared, and he became numb again. Meanwhile, Fan Pian suddenly found that his legs could move again, so he hastily made his way through the group of ghosts and arrived at Zhao Zhu's side, patted his chest, and sat down.

  "What just happened?"

  "It's nothing, the little devil just wanted to play a trick on you."

  "Oh, actually, I'm a bit regretful for using your tear drops, the visual impact is a bit too much for me to handle." Fan Pian's face turned slightly bitter.

  "Calm down a bit, look, the match is about to start, the players are entering the field." Zhao Zhu pointed to the court below and said.

  "This...sigh." Fan Pian could only cast his gaze into the field as well.

  The players of Hangzhou Greentown and Guangzhou Evergrande held hands with the little ball boys and girls as they lined up to enter the field, after which the DJ in the Huanglong Stadium announced:

  "Everyone rise, play the national anthem!"

  All the fans in the stadium stood up, and the players also turned to face the national flagpole. At this moment, Fan Pian suddenly found that all the ghosts around him were also standing up at this time, standing up neatly and uniformly, without a hint of cigarette smoke.

  "This... even as a ghost, still so patriotic?" Fan Pian suddenly felt a bit absurd, no matter how high one's ideological awareness was, it shouldn't be to this extent.

  "On that side, in the direction diagonally in front of us, when you shout 'please be seated' later, take a close look and see which ghost sits down first. I didn't get a clear look earlier, but it's definitely one ghost taking the lead, with all the other ghosts following suit. That ghost is the leader, or maybe that ghost gathered all these ghosts from around here to watch the game in this stadium. The thing you mentioned earlier that might be very valuable might just be on that ghost." Zhao Zhu said these words to Fan Pian while the national anthem was still playing.

  Fan Wen quickly digested these words in his mind, and then the national anthem reached its final conclusion. Immediately after that, the DJ's voice came on:

  "The ceremony is over, let the games begin!"

  Most of the fans in the stadium sat back down to their seats, but what caught Zhao Zhu and Fan Pian off guard was that after the national anthem finished playing, these ghosts were still standing and hadn't sat down, making it impossible for the two to distinguish between the main and secondary.

  At this time, on the field, after choosing sides and kicking off, the game began. The fans in the slanting down direction of the home team started standing on their chairs, jumping to the beat of the drum and shouting slogans for their hometown team. Gradually, even the ghosts around Zhao Zhu also jumped up.

  Imagine over a hundred ghosts, pale-faced with rosy cheeks and expressionless faces, standing on chairs jumping up and down together. The scene was so eerie that it sent chills down people's spines, even Zhao Zhu himself felt a sense of solemnity.

  "What's going on? They're not sitting down anymore." Fan Pian asked.

  "Look, keep looking, find the one that jumps up first and falls down last. There must be one that's leading the rhythm, while all the others are forced to follow his movements."

  Zhao Zhu and Fan Pian continued to carefully examine each ghost one by one, after a while, Zhao Zhu finally found it.

  "There, look at that guy, second column from the left, third one down, his frequency is obviously half a beat faster than the others, it's him, it's him, you wait here."

  Zhao Zhu's arms held holy water and talismans, and since the ghosts in this area were not particularly malevolent, he didn't need to worry too much. He walked straight to the location, where a ghost who seemed to be about half a beat ahead of the others was standing in front of him. The ghost appeared to be a young man, likely a university student when he was alive. At this moment, he was jumping up and down to the rhythm of the drums, as if he were still cheering for his team like he did when he was alive. Despite his expressionless face and lack of emotions, it was easy to imagine how he used to watch games in this stadium when he was alive.

  "There are indeed such crazy fans." Zhao Zhuo sighed, "It's not enough to come to the stadium to cheer after death, but also to bring a group of ghosts to the stadium. Is this really trying to create a devilish home court?"

  Of course, for Zhao Zhu, the most important thing is not this ghost, but what makes this ghost have the ability to gather so many ghosts nearby and obviously still control them.

  The handprint condensed, the foot stepped on the point, and after that, the handprint condensed into a golden light that was right in the middle of this still jumping young ghost. The young body seemed to be fixed in place, motionless, and all the ghosts around it were also motionless at this time.

  Zhao Zhu took out another talisman from his pocket and stuck it on the young ghost's body. The young ghost's body turned into a wisp of green smoke, slowly dissipating. This talisman was a "Wang Sheng Fu", suitable for dealing with ghosts who didn't have much resentment in their hearts. In fact, this young ghost wasn't much different from an ordinary wandering spirit, so after being subdued by Zhao Zhu's hand seal, it directly dissipated under the effect of the Wang Sheng Fu, probably to be reincarnated.

  The other ghosts around also flew away on their own at this time, and a gust of wind blew up on the platform, blowing Fan Pian's eyes open, but in a short while, there was not a single ghost left on the nearby platform.

  Zhao Zhu was carefully examining the original position of the young ghost, and on the surface, everything seemed normal. So he stretched his hand under the chair to feel around, and when Zhao Zhu brought his hand back, in his palm, there was an additional small silver square, with a chain strung through it, resembling a protective amulet worn by children.

  Just then, Fan Pian also walked over and saw this square, directly exclaiming:

  "Mystic Silver!"