Chapter 109: Getting Rid Of Nightmare

Chapter 109: Getting Rid Of Nightmare

Everyone was curious about Fang Xiu.

_'Who is this person? Could he be the son of some big boss at headquarters?'_

Actually, there was a very simple reason Yang Ming had asked Fang Xiu that question. He didn't need Fang Xiu to make decisions. He just wanted to know if Fang Xiu had any important information he knew beforehand.

Fang Xiu thought for a moment and said, "First, everyone should disclose their abilities. I need to know what you can do."

Reporting their abilities, without a doubt, wouldn't be a good idea for psychics. A psychic's ability was like their secret weapon. Sometimes, by keeping it secret, they could change the outcome of a battle. Not many wanted to reveal their true power.

There was a case where a first-tier psychic, with a special ability unknown to others, secretly killed a second-tier psychic.

Everyone fell silent, and no one spoke first.

Fang Xiu looked around calmly and said lightly, "With your skills and power, do you really need to hide your abilities like it's some stupid secret weapon?"

"What did you say?"

A hot-tempered psychic suddenly stood up, glaring at Fang Xiu.

"You, newbie"

Before he could finish, Fang Xiu's right pupil suddenly turned into a blood-red.

"Ah!"

The psychic screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his head and rolling in pain.

Seeing this spectacle, everyone was shocked.

No one expected Fang Xiu to have such a terrifying ability.

Shen Lingxue, in the corner, turned pale when she saw the blood-red pupil. She trembled slightly, obviously reminded of some bad memory. She immediately looked down at her feet, not daring to look at Fang Xiu.

"Now, disclose your abilities. Facing the Nightmare, those who are incompetent will only feed it. We don't need them in what's coming next," Fang Xiu said calmly.

Some weaker psychics were angry but didn't dare to speak. Those who thought they were stronger looked angry but didn't dare to make a scene, especially with Yang Ming watching.

Then, a Gothic guy with red hair and a raspy voice said, "My ability is singing. My voice can affect people's emotions and make them lose their reason."

"Craft a thousand origami cranes, each adorned with a red ribbon, as a token of daily good wishes for kind souls. May your diligent efforts lead to a life full of beauty. Wishing you eternal health with each spring's arrival, and may your bustling life always be graced with joyful smiles."

His raspy voice echoed in the meeting room. Everyone who heard it looked disgusted.

The worst part was, Gothic Guy was completely absorbed in his singing, even nodding and swaying to the rhythm.

It was clear he loved singing, but it was also clear he was terrible at it.

"Enough, stop."

"Good luck comes, I wish you good luck, good luck..."

"Stop!"

"Oh, okay, okay." Gothic Guy saw Fang Xiu's displeased look and quickly stopped.

Then, Fang Xiu turned to Zhao Hao, the most timid among the psychics. "Hao, how do you feel?"

Zhao Hao was a bit startled, not expecting Fang Xiu to ask him at this moment.

"It's terrible. I think even my fart sounds better than his singing."

Gothic Guy's face darkened. "Don't you understand music?"

"I'm not talking about the singing. I mean the fear. After listening to his song, did you feel less afraid?" Fang Xiu asked.

Zhao Hao paused, then realized what Fang Xiu meant.

"Xiu, now that you mention it, I do feel less scared. While listening to his song, all I could think about was how awful it was and wanted him to stop. I forgot about Nightmare for a while. His singing really can make people lose their minds. I almost couldn't help but want to beat him up just now."

Hearing Zhao Hao's words, some of the psychics began to understand Fang Xiu's intention.

Fang Xiu nodded. "Good. It seems the key to this mission is his ability."

"Me?" Gothic Guy pointed to himself in disbelief, never expecting the focus would be on him. After all, his ability was considered the least combat-effective among the psychics.

"Yang Ming, you take him to the broadcasting station. Start a city-wide broadcast and let him sing 'Good Luck Comes' to lessen the city's fear and weaken Nightmare's power. The rest of you, come with me to Putuo Temple. We move now."

Yang Ming's eyes lit up. "Great idea! Nightmare's power comes from fear. If we can reduce people's fear to some extent, Nightmare will be weakened! I'll take care of this. Once I'm done, I'll join you at Putuo Temple to deal with Nightmare once and for all. Nightmare has caused so much damage to Greenvine, it must pay. We can't allow such a powerful Specter to exist!"