As the fatty and Huahua communicated silently.
Spectacles was also not idle. He didn't show much reaction to Old Man Willow's response. Based on the information he had collected about Old Man Willow, he had already judged his character. He knew that his invitation to join them would likely fail, but he still extended the invitation to avoid any possibility of it not working.
In this regard.
Spectacles pushed up his glasses and slowly said:
"Old Willow, you refused. Then there's nothing we can do. We'll have to force our way then."
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the fatty beside him.
The fatty grinned and, without any hesitation, strode forward holding the Soul Summoning Banner:
"As expected, the most stylish villain should always make their entrance last. It's my turn now."
Buzz~
As the flag of the Soul Summoning Banner swayed.
Everyone, including Spectacles, felt a strange aura emanating from the banner. The deserted street, now a ruin, trembled at this moment, as if all living things here were about to have their souls torn from their bodies under the sway of the Soul Summoning Banner.
"Is this a national-level ghost?"
Spectacles' eyes gleamed.
Although the fatty was using the Soul Summoning Banner not against him, but directly targeting Old Man Willow, he still felt the terror of the banner, feeling as though his soul was about to be pulled out at any moment.
At this moment.
Even Spectacles felt this way.
Let alone Old Man Willow, the target of the attack.
Under Spectacles' gaze.
Facing the fatty's use of the Soul Summoning Banner, Old Man Willow reacted immediately, shouting angrily. His peerless aura, belonging to a Ghost King, erupted, further devastating the area.
Then.
Old Man Willow used all his strength. His aged face turned red. With each swing of the Soul Summoning Banner, the terrifying, soul-piercing power caused Old Man Willow to let out a painful scream.
Simultaneously.
Old Man Willow's feet, along with his cane, dug into the ground, dragging out three deep furrows. Yet, it was all in vain. His entire body was being pulled towards the Soul Summoning Banner.
Seeing Old Man Willow's pained expression, Spectacles, who was already perverted, became even more excited.
In fact.
It wasn't just Spectacles who was excited; the fatty and Huahua were also thrilled.
Damn it, if I didn't know that the tailor was only pulling Old Man Willow into the Soul Summoning Banner, I would have almost believed that the old man was severely injured by the tailor.
Meow~ Old man, the pain on your face is too realistic. Hiss~ Old man, this mouthful of blood you spat out looks like a very realistic serious injury.
Finally.
With Old Man Willow roaring:
"Senluo Division, this old man... Ah!!"
Before he could finish speaking.
Old Man Willow was pulled into the Soul Summoning Banner. Following closely behind, his roars and shrill screams echoed from within the banner.
"Senluo Division, if I ever escape, I will not let you go."
"Ah!!"
"Senluo Division!!!"
As the sounds from the Soul Summoning Banner echoed in his ears, Spectacles laughed excitedly:
"What a terrible scream. I love listening to such screams. The Soul Summoning Banner truly lives up to its name as a national-level ghost. Without a national-level artifact, or if the user's strength is far too great, it's impossible to resist."
In his view, Old Man Willow's strength was indeed formidable. After exchanging a palm strike with him, he was sent flying back. He was certain that Old Man Willow's strength surpassed his own, and even the fatty's, making him the strongest present.
But what of it?
With the Soul Summoning Banner in hand, as long as Old Man Willow wasn't too much stronger than the fatty, his fate would be to have his soul drawn into the banner.
Just as Spectacles was thinking this.
At the same time.
Within the space of the Soul Summoning Banner.
Contrary to Spectacles' imagination, Old Man Willow stood in the space, looking at a young and beautiful girl before him and asking:
"Miss Tailor, do I need to scream a few more times? I'm sorry, my acting skills are a bit clumsy. If there are any flaws, I hope you can help me cover them up."
In his words.
Old Man Willow could hear screams and roars echoing in this space; they were his own.
Just moments ago.
He had been pulled into the Soul Summoning Banner by the tailor, who had told him to scream a bit to put on a show and cover their tracks. Old Man Willow then let out some screams and roars.
"Old man, you don't need to scream anymore. I've already looped your screams, and it's enough. Later, I'll put on a show and pretend to brainwash you, control your soul, and make you a member of our Senluo Division."
As the tailor spoke, she glanced at Old Man Willow, who was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth—blood he had spat out earlier while pretending to be pulled in. She couldn't help but say:
"Also, Old man, you don't need us to cover up your acting. You've done a great job."
"Miss Tailor, you flatter me. So when I come out later, it means my soul has been cleansed and my thoughts have been washed, turning me into a ghost who no longer harbors justice, right?"
"Yes, try to act as... how should I put it."
The tailor thought for a moment, the fatty's appearance popping into her mind, along with the words the fatty often used:
"Just act as villainous as possible, Old man."
"Villainous? Alright, let me understand."
At this point.
Old Man Willow leaned on his cane with one hand, stroking his white beard with the other, murmuring to himself.
On the other side.
Outside the Soul Summoning Banner.
The fatty, following their prior arrangement, held the Soul Summoning Banner and chanted obscure words, performing the soul cleansing. Spectacles watched from the side and asked:
"Fatty, how much longer?"
"Old Man Willow's strength is very strong. Brainwashing takes some time. He will forget his past, leaving only his dark thoughts."
The fatty replied casually.
Subsequently.
After Spectacles waited for a while, the fatty declared it was done. The next moment, the Soul Summoning Banner buzzed.
Ch!
Dark light bloomed.
When they looked again.
A figure appeared, radiating a chilling ghostly aura, his face calm, showing no emotional fluctuations. It was a cold and stern old man.
"Hmm? Why am I here?"
Old Man Willow spoke calmly, as if he had never been here before, frowning as he looked at the ruins.
As if sensing something.
Old Man Willow, with a indifferent expression, scanned Spectacles and the others, and asked with unquestionable authority:
"Tell me, where is this place."
Facing the transformed Old Man.
Spectacles raised an eyebrow, filled with excitement. Truly a national-level ghost, to be able to wash the soul of such a powerful Ghost King, hahahaha.
Thinking to himself.
Outwardly, Spectacles remained composed, bowing slightly to Old Man Willow as before:
"Hello, Old Willow. Let me introduce myself, I am from Senluo Division. You can call me Spectacles. Beside me is Otaku, and this is Huahua. We..."
Spectacles once again extended an invitation to Old Man Willow to join Senluo Division.
And this time, it was different.
This time.
Old Man Willow did not refuse. On the contrary, upon learning of Senluo Division, he showed great interest. After learning some information about Senluo Division, he agreed to join.
In response.
Spectacles smiled with a sense of inevitability.
He knew very well that the reason Old Man Willow joined so easily was because he had arranged with the fatty beforehand to cleanse Old Man Willow's soul, implanting a favorable impression of Senluo Division in his memory and the idea of joining them.
"Welcome to Senluo Division, Old Willow. So, what codename do you wish to use? In our Senluo Division, we all refer to each other by codenames."
Spectacles smiled.
Huahua recognized this behavior, remembering how it had been invited in the same way. It couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
At the same time.
Hearing Spectacles' words, Old Man Willow glanced at him indifferently and casually said:
"Willow."
...