Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 263 One Man, One Sword in the Painting

With the departure of everyone, even Li Yao left the conference room. She still has a lot of things to do, and it is not an easy task to win over the candidates for the captain plan.

They had to make some preparations, after all, they were still willing to see Yang Jian join the circle of friends, and it was not good to fight and kill.

When they all left, Fang Shiming was the only one left in the conference room. He sat alone on a chair, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Mysterious guy, the person in charge of Dajiang City, controls starved ghosts, solves ghost scenes of S-level supernatural events, often disappears, and his mental state is seriously dangerous..."

The corners of Fang Shiming's mouth curled up slightly:
"It sounds good. If it weren't for the fact that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, I might really try to win you over. It's a pity that the circle of friends only needs one voice, and there can only be one voice."

"So it's good that the well water doesn't interfere with the river water, otherwise I won't be able to kill you, but the price will be a bit heavy."

Thinking of the information that someone in the headquarters specifically disclosed to them, Fang Shiming shook his head, stopped thinking about it, stood up and walked towards the meeting room.

It's just a Lin Qian, who can't make any waves, and an exaggerated starving ghost, which is not worthy of his attention.

It's just a starving ghost, how strong can a ghost that can be dealt with by mere Yang Jian be?
If the headquarters didn't let them go to Moments at that time, maybe the starving ghosts would already be in their Moments. If this kind of ghost can be controlled by Lin Qian, then it can be controlled by him too.

Based on this point, it can be explained that the starving ghost incident is not an S-level, because it is generally accepted in the circle that there is no possibility of controlling an S-level ghost, and the foreign ghost driver is a lesson from the past.

It didn't take more than half a day to control the ghost's call before the ghost revived, and there was no way to relieve it.

From this, it can be seen that the starved ghost is no more than an A-level, and it cannot be an S-level.

Fang Shiming walked out of the conference room with contempt in his eyes. He had to become a different kind. The road of balancing the ghosts would lead to death sooner or later.

The way of the Republic of China is wrong!
The circle of friends started to take action. Although many things were not clarified at the meeting, it did not prevent them from sitting back and enjoying the benefits. Anyway, they are not the bosses who do things.

In the headquarters, in a room, Mr. Qin stared blankly at a golden box on the table, and all the conversations at the Moments meeting rang in his ears.

The old man grinned, his eyes full of indifference:

"Alright, it's not bad to touch the fierce god. If you're lucky, you might survive a few. If you're unlucky, you'll be unlucky."

"Anyway, these little things dance very well, and the strongest people in the era of knowledge and knowledge will be at ease. Of course, they must survive first..."

The old man muttered to himself, staring at the golden box on the table, and fell silent. Black and white images kept appearing in his eyes, and the ghost spread, but it stopped abruptly in an instant, and all the ghosts dissipated in an instant.

"Oh... Is there no future for me..."

A vicissitudes of sigh sounded from the room, and then returned to calm.

The times are ending, and the old man's last time is coming.

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In the big city of Z, in front of a hotel surrounded by a cordon, stood a young man in his early twenties, holding an old hatchet.

Beside the young man, there was a man and a woman. The man seemed to be a black man. To be precise, he was darker than the black man. The black was so shiny that the black man dared not say he was black in front of him.

The woman is well-proportioned, wearing a black windbreaker, about 1.7 meters tall, not much worse than a young man, and looks heroic.

It's just that through the brim of the windbreaker, it can be seen that this woman seems to have three faces, one crying, one smiling and the other normal, which is very weird.

Jingle bell, jingle bell

A mobile phone rang, and the young man holding a hatchet frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

He took out the ringing mobile phone from his pocket, saw the caller ID on it, hesitated for a while, and connected the call.

"I'm Yang Jian, what's the matter?"

"Yang Jian, I'm Liu Xiaoyu, and the headquarters has news to inform you."

There was doubt in Yang Jian's eyes:
"Notification from the headquarters? What is the news? Should I be asked to deal with supernatural events again?"

"Uh... no, this is to inform you that the headquarters training will be held in advance, and you need to go to the headquarters two weeks later, which means you will arrive at the headquarters one week earlier. After all, you have not received the training from the headquarters."

"Of course, this is just a process for you, and it won't take up too much of your time..."

Hearing that Liu Xiaoyu called because of this, Yang Jian suddenly realized that it was so:
"What? All right, I know, I'll be there then."

"Well, that's good. If there is nothing else, I will hang up first. If you need anything, you can contact me directly."

"understood."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and put the phone back in his pocket. Yang Jian looked up at the Caesars Hotel with deep eyes:

"It seems that I can't go in today. I don't have enough time. If I accidentally miss the training at the headquarters, it will be a big loss."

"There are many good things in the headquarters, and Xin Mi knows much more than me."

"For this trip to the headquarters, you have to get some good things from the headquarters, such as ghost candles, as much as you can buy."

"Even if it's white."

Thinking of this, Yang Jian's eyes flashed red, and after thinking about it, he said to Zhang Hao and Tong Qian:
"I won't go in today. The headquarters has changed the time of the meeting. I have to go back to prepare and clean up some hidden dangers in Dachang City."

"Get ready for the next trip to Dajing City."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao nodded without any opinion and said:
"No problem, listen to the boss."

Seeing that Zhang Hao had opened his mouth to acquiesce, Tong Qian naturally had no objection. Tong Qian, whose memory had been modified, would not refute Yang Jian.

"I don't have any problems. It's not a big problem to solve it early or late."

Seeing this, Yang Jian nodded, turned around and left, Zhang Hao followed Yang Jian closely.

They came here today not to solve the hidden dangers of the Caesar Hotel, but Yang Jian wanted to see if he could use a hatchet to dismantle the tall male corpse.

Lin Qian was right, there is nothing in the world that is most suitable for a ghost to be used as a body.

Yang Jian was also aware of his own weight, and it was impossible for him to handle a complete tall male corpse, the level of terror was too high for him to touch.

But since he couldn't control the complete tall male corpse, what about the hands, feet, and torso?

If he dismantled the tall man's corpse with a hatchet, it might be easy to control, and he suspected that as long as he controlled the tall man's corpse, the side effects of the hatchet would most likely be offset.

After all, the hatchet was originally snatched from the tall man's corpse, so it has no side effects at all when used.

Of course, these are just Yang Jian's conjectures. What the truth will be, and whether it will be as he thought, will not be known until he has done the experiment.

Although he didn't enter the Caesar Hotel this time, Yang Jian didn't care. There was still time, and he would wait until he came back from Dajing City.

Tong Qian looked at the backs of Yang Jian and the others, her eyes were a little dazed, as if she didn't know what she was thinking of, and she just felt very complicated.

"Who is right and who is wrong? Probably I was wrong. Only by protecting yourself can you save more innocent ordinary people. This is right."

Tong Qian sighed softly, looking at her body with a complicated expression.

Jingle bell, jingle bell

But at this moment, its cell phone rang, and Tong Qian picked up the phone, probably knowing what was going on in her heart, and it should be the time to notify the headquarters for training.

"Two weeks? A week early?"

"Well, I see, I'll be there on time, okay, I see."

After hanging up the phone and ending the communication, Tong Qian let out a slight breath and tightened the windbreaker on her body. It seemed a little cold today.

"Go back and get ready."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left. The slender figure was wrapped in a windbreaker. From the perspective of the back, it looked more like a man than a woman.

As the last person left, a middle-aged figure appeared on the roof of the Caesar Hotel, looking at the three of Yang Jian who had left, he was slightly puzzled:

"Who told this kid? He actually thought of going in and chopping up little plums?"

"Fortunately, it affected this kid's thinking a little bit, otherwise if he really went in, he would have died."

"This kid's strength is not enough. If he rashly controls the ghost on Xiao Lizi, he will die. Besides, Xiao Lizi's instinct of being a living person has not completely disappeared. If he accidentally pulls this kid in."

"Then this kid won't be able to get out."

The middle-aged man rubbed his chin, looked down at his feet, shook his head a little helplessly, and had to clean up the mess by himself.

The middle-aged man stepped on the ground lightly, and a chill appeared, which disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged man nodded, smiled, turned and walked in the opposite direction:
"It's fine now. When this kid comes back from Dajing City, he will be strong enough to control the ghost on Xiao Lizi."

The middle-aged man slowly disappeared on the roof of the Caesar Hotel, as if he had never appeared before.

But it said ghost painting.

砰

Ye Zhen kicked horizontally, directly on the waist of a ghost, and kicked the ghost directly into the air.

With a side cut with a sword, a tall scarecrow with a strange smile was cut into the air, and at the moment when the long sword hit the scarecrow, Ye Zhen's highly rotten body quickly recovered.

All the injuries suffered on the body died on the scarecrow's body. In the distance, each of the scarecrows fell to the ground in an instant, and the straw on their bodies began to rot more or less.

In the dim wilderness, Ye Zhen frowned slightly, and quickly stepped back a long distance, keeping a distance of 70 meters from the bride, which was just right.

"There are more and more ghosts, thanks to Lin Wudi's preparations, otherwise I really can't stop them."

Ye Zhen backed away slowly, his eyes fixed on the bright red man. From the beginning to now, he didn't know how many swords he swung, and how many times he slashed the scarecrow.

But every time as long as he didn't cast his eyes on that scarecrow, that weird scarecrow would appear beside him in an instant, and then he would be chopped off by his sword.

"It's a tough opponent."

Ye Zhen chopped off the surrounding ghosts with one sword:

"No wonder Lin Wudi asked me to intercept his wife. If it were someone else, I don't know how many times he would have died."

After such a long period of time, Ye Zhen discovered many patterns, such as why the scarecrow didn't crash after being hit by so many swords, and why there were so many ghosts around him.

"Looks like I have to get serious."

Ye Zhen let out a breath, and his eyes became dark.

"Slash!"

The will-o'-the-wisp was burning on Ye Zhen's body, and a piece of straw was burnt to ashes and fell down.

A fierce ghost suddenly appeared behind Ye Zhen, and stretched out its stiff ghost hand to pinch his neck.

Realizing this terrifying situation, Ye Zhen had no expression on his face, and turned sideways to avoid the ghost hand, and the moment he dodged the ghost hand attacking his neck.

Ye Zhen squatted down slightly, and walked to the side of the ghost with one step. With his calf accumulating strength, he kicked straight, and the ghost flew backwards with a bang.

bang, bang, bang

The air seemed to be distorted. It can be seen how heavy Ye Zhen's kick was. The ghost knocked three or four ghosts into the air one after another before landing on the ground. After rolling a few times on the ground, it stopped motionless.

It looks like it was kicked to a temporary crash.

Ye Zhen remained expressionless, raised his sword, slashed horizontally, and bang, a scarecrow flew out backwards.

Ye Zhen stepped back one after another, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around, reached out and took out a ghost candle, lit it, and flicked it casually, the ghost candle appeared 30 meters to the left in an extremely strange way.

The candle flame flickered, and a pale light shrouded the surroundings, terrifying and gloomy, and the ghost on the left was instantly attracted to it.

The white ghost candle is beckoning ghosts.

Although it won't last long, it relieved most of Ye Zhen's pressure.

The ghost candle flickered, Ye Zhen quickly ran to the right, and ran in another direction, so as to prevent the tricky bride from extinguishing the ghost candle.

One sword after another, the ghosts flew upside down, and stopped a long way after falling. As long as these ghosts were cut by the sword in Ye Zhen's hand, they would all fall into a temporary state of panic.

Except for that weird scarecrow, there is no exception.

Ye Zhen tossed and turned, like a flying butterfly, constantly breaking through and breaking through among the ghosts.

The sound of angry explosions was endless, and fierce ghosts were kicked and chopped off one by one. Ye Zhen was like a tiger killing weak lambs, with ease.

It's just that the lamb here is just a fierce ghost, even if he is the one retreating, he is still a fierce tiger who regards a fierce ghost as a lamb!

If someone can overlook the wilderness here from a high altitude, then he can see an extremely terrifying picture. In the wilderness with a radius of hundreds of miles, ghosts filled with ghostly aura are gathering in one direction.

And in that direction, there was a young man with a bloody long sword and a green flame burning on his body, and he was beating those ghosts back with one sword after another.

There was no sign of retreating at all, and with every gesture, the ghost flew around and fell to the ground, a sense of domineering spontaneously emerged, as if it should be like this!
People here, a hundred ghosts walk in the night, one sword is enough!
(End of this chapter)