Mysterious resurgence

The expected worst happened.

Under man-made circumstances, ghost paintings have completely lost control. At this moment, not only is there a gray rain in the sky in Shuangqiao Town, but also in nearby villages and towns. Even Dahan City has signs of invasion of ghost paintings. occur.

Although Shuangqiao Town and Dahan City are separated by a long distance.

However, the invasion of ghost paintings can ignore the influence of distance. Even if it is a city thousands of kilometers away, as long as someone has seen the real ghost paintings and triggered the killing pattern of the ghost paintings, it will not be long before that city will also be ghost painted. shrouded in ghostland.

Until finally, all the invaded areas were connected to form an unimaginably huge ghost painting world.

It is precisely because of this that this painting is classified as an S-class supernatural incident.

"The residents of Shuangqiao Town don't seem to realize that the danger is coming."

Walking on the road in the town, Li Jun, who was wearing sunglasses, looked around and found that all the residents on the road were calm and did not panic. Facing the falling paper dust, they just held umbrellas to block it and Didn't pay much attention to it.

"They have never seen ghost paintings, and ghosts will not target them, so they are safe for the time being, but it is only a matter of time before they stay in the ghost domain of ghost paintings and they will be targeted by ghosts," Liu San said.

"We can't control them now. The ghost paintings are getting out of control and affecting more and more people. In the oil painting before, Zhang Xianguang said that they might be in an old private school in Shuangqiao Town. Although I don't know whether it is true or not. But we still have to go and take a look." Wei Jing looked numb, his eyes searching around, trying to find something.

But nothing was gained.

They have entered the world of ghost paintings, where everyone's ghost realm has been affected and movement is not so convenient.

Of course, this has an impact on them, as well as Zhang Xianguang and others.

"I asked some old people in the town and found out that there is indeed such a private school, but it was converted into a school many years ago. The current name should be Shuangqiao Town Primary School."

Liu San was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke.

His paper man also entered Shuangqiao Town without knowing it.

Even if he didn't leave, he could still understand the surrounding situation through the paper figures.

"Shuangqiao Town Primary School?"

Lu Zhiwen pointed in a direction and said, "It should be over there."

Everyone changed their direction and speeded up, heading straight to Shuangqiao Town Primary School.

When they arrived, they did see a five-story building. The building was surrounded by high walls. There was a lock hanging on the two iron doors that had long been rusted. They could see that the school's playground was full of weeds, which showed that this elementary school had not been used for a long time.

Yang Jian walked to the iron door, stretched out his hand and pulled it. The iron door twisted, the lock on it immediately broke, and the door slowly opened with a creak.

"It doesn't look like that group of people would hide here. Is Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting lying?"

Li Jun frowned, the gloomy will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes beating, ready to light this place on fire at any time.

"His words are not credible, but at some point we have to believe them. After all, we are eager to find Zhang Xianguang. We should try any clues, and some of his news is indeed true. The ghost painting is in Shuangqiao Town. , the traces of supernatural invasion are the deepest here, so the out-of-control ghost paintings must have started in Shuangqiao Town."

"As for whether Zhang Xianguang will be here, we won't know until we find him." Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

"But we, a large group of people, known as the captain, went around in circles and couldn't even find the enemy. It's embarrassing to tell the truth." He Yin'er said with some displeasure.

But let’s talk about it.

But the group of people still walked into this abandoned school.

"I feel it. There are indeed people in that building. It seems that our luck is not bad."

Suddenly, Liu San narrowed his eyes and stared at the old teaching building in front of him.

His perception was indeed correct.

next moment.

At the top of the stairs of the abandoned building, footsteps appeared, and a person slowly walked down the dim steps.

This person is Zhang Xianguang.

He actually showed up on his own initiative and had no intention of hiding anymore, or perhaps for him, there was no need to hide anymore.

"You are a little late, but I don't blame you. After all, I have been planning this for a long time, and there is absolutely no possibility of failure."

However, as soon as Zhang Xianguang walked out and saw everyone, he was not surprised. Instead, he had expected it and said this.

"Where are the ghost paintings?" Yang Jian stared at him with a cold face, not in a hurry to take action.

Zhang Xianguang smiled and shook his head: "Ghost painting? At this point, ghost painting is no longer important. You just need to know that ghost painting is getting out of control now, and it is getting out of control very quickly."

"Use the ghost painting to lose control, let the ghost realm invade the town, and pull everything in reality into the ghost painting. Is this your plan? Do you want the supernatural power to kill everyone?" Lu Zhiwen asked.

Zhang Xianguang said: "No, on the contrary, I want to save everyone. The outside world is full of supernatural beings, and ordinary people are at risk. How many evil ghosts can be solved by relying on you ghost masters running around? The failure of the previous generation is the best. testimony, so we have to take a different path.”

"For example, let them live in the world of ghost paintings. After all, the world of ghost paintings can be expanded infinitely, big enough to accommodate everyone. You have experienced ghost painting incidents before, and you should also know that after a foreign city was eroded by ghost paintings, there were Many survivors have lived in ghost paintings for more than half a year, and they are still healthy."

He made a shocking statement and actually wanted everyone to live in a world of ghost paintings.

"You are indeed a madman, how can you come up with such a stupid plan?"

Li Jun said coldly: "If you stay in the world of ghost paintings, you will be killed by ghosts sooner or later."

"madness?"

Zhang Xianguang looked at him: "Do you think I can't think of the problem you are thinking of? The reason why ghost paintings are dangerous is that no one can control them, but what if someone can successfully control ghost paintings? After being successfully controlled, ghost paintings will The world will no longer be dangerous because all dangers are controllable."

"Even the top ghost masters will die one day. The erosion of the supernatural is irreversible. This crazy plan of yours is destined to fail." He Yin'er said.

As a spiritualist, according to theory, she can only live for about a hundred years at most.

Then the limit will come and she will die.

The previous spiritualist's lifespan was even shorter, less than sixty years old.

Zhang Xianguang said: "I have also considered your problem, and I came up with a solution twenty years ago, which is to let a person who will never die control the ghost painting."

"No one will die." Liu San said.

Yang Jian's face changed slightly: "No, there is a kind of person who will not die."

"Who?" Others looked at Yang Jian,

Zhang Xianguang smiled: "It seems that you have reacted. Yes, there is a kind of person who will not die."

"The manager of the Ghost Post Office." Yang Jian's expression became serious.

Sun Rui?

Immediately, everyone thought of Sun Rui, the former person in charge of Dahan City.

Even if Sun Rui had his head cut off, lost his body, and had no ghosts in his body to keep him alive, he could still survive.

"Do you want the post office manager to control ghost paintings, and then use the characteristics of ghost paintings to invade reality, let everyone live in the world of ghost paintings, isolate the supernatural events outside, and solve the harm caused by the supernatural once and for all? And? The manager of the Ghost Post Office himself will not die, so he can control the ghost paintings forever and prevent the ghost paintings from getting out of control?"

Yang Jian understood Zhang Xianguang's thoughts at this moment.

"Yes, that's right."

Zhang Xianguang nodded and said: "And I call this plan the Peach Blossom Land Project. It is just like what the ancients described, living in a world of Peach Blossom Land without fighting against the world, and as the manager of this world, I can solve famines. War, supernatural beings, disease, everything is perfect, isn’t it?”

"But the new world still needs order and management. If possible, I hope you can join my plan and help me maintain and improve this new world."

After speaking, he extended his hand to everyone and made an invitation.

"If your plan succeeds, then all human lives will be tied to you. Once something goes wrong with you, everyone will die in the ghost painting. There are billions of lives. You are so confident that you can carry it. move?"

Yang Jian tightened his grip on the cracked spear in his hand.

"I have also considered this, so most of the time I will not manage the new world myself, but will leave it to people with lofty ideals, such as Tian Xiaoyue, Sun Rui, and you captains. After all, the ancients said , A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, a saint has no name.”

"What does he mean by this?" Zhou Deng asked a little confused.

Lu Zhiwen said: "A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name. This means that people with the highest status cannot be biased, and beings such as gods and Buddhas cannot do things, because if they don't do it, they will not make mistakes. To be able to be worshiped by others forever, while people like saints and sages cannot pursue fame and fortune and be bound by fame and fortune. What he means is to become a being who has no prejudice, does nothing, and does not pursue fame and fortune."

"Is that still a human being?" Zhou Deng was surprised.

"The person who can do this is no longer a human being, but God." Lu Zhiwen said.

"Zhang Xianguang, do you think we will believe this nonsense?"

He Yin'er said with a cold face: "And your plan is destined to be impossible to realize, because you will die today."

"The manager of the post office will never die." Zhang Xianguang shook his head.

Yang Jian said: "You are not a manager now. A real manager cannot leave the ghost post office."

Zhang Xianguang said: "That's right. A real manager cannot leave the ghost post office. If you want to leave, there is only one way, and that is to die."

"You're not a manager, so you're talking nonsense. You've been fooling me for a long time." Zhou Deng scolded.

Zhang Xianguang walked slowly and said, "But I am not the real Zhang Xianguang."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone immediately woke up.

They immediately opened their eyes and thought of the man in the oil painting.

"It seems that you have reacted, but unfortunately the reaction is still a bit slow. I have never left the ghost post office since I became the manager of the post office, because this plan requires the identity of the manager." Zhang Xianguang said.

"I see, that's why my pen pointed at the wrong place." Lu Zhiwen's eyes darkened.

Zhou Deng was even more puzzled: "If you are not Zhang Xianguang, then who are you?"

"He is Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting. Every messenger has three choices after delivering the last letter. Either leave the ghost post office or choose to go to the sixth floor of the ghost post office. If you choose to go to the sixth floor of the ghost post office, you can become a ghost post office. As a manager, as for the third option, that is to resurrect a person in an oil painting."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, shocked by how scary this guy was.

"Zhang Xianguang left the ghost post office after delivering the letter for the first time, and then left his portrait. The second time he entered the ghost post office again, and after delivering the last letter, he chose to resurrect himself in the oil painting, but after the resurrection was successful, He would return to the first floor of the ghost post office and start delivering letters again, until the third time he delivered the last letter and he became the manager."

"So, although Zhang Xianguang went in and out of the ghost post office twice, he actually delivered the last letter three times, because only in this way can he meet his current requirements."

Although he understood, Yang Jian was still shocked.

After clearing the ghost post office three times, Zhang Xianguang can still survive and become the manager of the post office. How terrible is this?

You must know that the task of delivering a message increases in difficulty according to the strength of the messenger. It does not mean that after Zhang Xianguang clears the level once, it will become easier the second time.

At the beginning, Yang Jian was already a top ghost controller and became an outlier. In the end, he almost died in the process of delivering letters after clearing the ghost post office several times.

"You're right, I sent the last letter three times."

Zhang Xianguang did not deny it, but nodded and admitted: "But all these secrets have no meaning from today, and I take the initiative to tell you all this, hoping to let you understand that my plan is successful and is not a mirror image. "

"That being said, the possibility of your plan succeeding is indeed very high. No wonder you will work hard for it for decades." Yang Jian said.

He Yin'er said in surprise: "You actually believed his lies?"

"Why don't you believe it? He is not an irrational madman, but he has really found a feasible way. Although it is very extreme, it can indeed solve the supernatural incident once and for all." Yang Jian said.

Zhang Xianguang smiled and said: "It seems that there are still people who can understand me."

"Although your plan is good, but to be honest, I don't dare to gamble on the uncertainty of supernatural beings with so many lives, so I hope you will stop this plan. If possible, please die now. , so as not to cause any trouble to us." Yang Jian said seriously.

"Then I can understand that the negotiation failed? Other captains also think the same way?" Zhang Xianguang said.

"I have other ideas. If you are willing to commit suicide, I can leave two paper figures to help guard your grave." Liu San said.

Li Jun said: "The corpses of such people should be burned to prevent the ghosts from resurrecting after death."

"I just said don't waste time, start early, solve it early, maybe he is stalling for time." He Yin'er said.

Zhang Xianguang sighed when he heard these words: "Since the negotiation failed, then you should stop stopping me from doing things, so I ask all the captains to die here today."

"Is it?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded next to him. Li Leping, who had been silent until now, appeared beside him at some point. A cold hand grabbed Zhang Xianguang's wrist.

"Well done, Li Leping." Li Jun immediately strode forward.

The will-o'-the-wisp instantly ignited the entire building, and at the same time, the firelight overflowed and directly surrounded Zhang Xianguang.

next moment.

A black straw rope hung from the air, strangled Zhang Xianguang's neck, and hung him up.

"Did it succeed?"

The other captains did not take action and just watched this scene coldly.

They need to be wary of their surroundings.

Because Zhang Xianguang is not alone, he has accomplices.

The sound of bones breaking sounded.

Zhang Xianguang, who was hung up by a straw rope, glanced hard at Li Leping next to him: "I won't make the same mistake twice. I can't remember you, but I will be wary of you."

"Um?"

Li Leping frowned.

Zhang Xianguang immediately stopped struggling. He lowered his head and lost the ability to move. He seemed to be dead.

After death, the body rotted rapidly, and the flesh and blood peeled off, and soon only a white skeleton was left. Then the bones shattered, turned into powder, and disappeared.

The body just disappeared out of thin air.

But suddenly.

Li Leping looked towards the stairs.

There was a sound of footsteps, followed by the metallic sound of a rusty old sword rubbing against the ground.

Zhang Xianguang walked down the stairs again.

At this moment, Li Leping sensed the danger and did not wait for him to prepare.

An arm actually slowly detached itself from the body and fell to the ground.

Thick blood spurted out.

Li Leping immediately grabbed his fallen arm and backed away slowly, his expression changing uncertainly.

"If you want to stop me, you have to work hard, otherwise the group is likely to be destroyed."

Zhang Xianguang, who came down again, patted his shoulder.

The will-o'-the-wisp burning on his shoulder was actually put out by him.

Not only that.

Abnormalities were also heard around the abandoned playground.

At this moment, the sky was no longer gray, but quickly darkened.

A darkness enveloped this place.

"The ghost is coming."

Wei Jing looked at the familiar darkness and said with a numb face.

"Are you kidding? Why would a ghost show up at this time?" Zhou Deng was shocked.

Fire danced in Li Jun's empty eyes: "It must have been done by the ghost herder Chen Qiaoyang."

However, Chen Qiaoyang was not seen around.

Living people can only see ghosts, but living and dead people cannot see ghost shepherds.

Now it seems that this sentence is true.

"The number of suppressed ghosts is 9. Once left alone, you will definitely die. We must get together." Wei Jing said again.

As soon as these words came out, the other captains immediately came over.

When eight captains gather together, the number of ghosts definitely exceeds 9, and they can ignore the attacks of ghosts in a short time.

"Then the question is, is the ghost more dangerous, or am I more dangerous?"

At this moment, another figure walked out of the abandoned classroom.

This man was also carrying a rusty old broadsword.

He is still Zhang Xianguang.

No.

Not only that, the second, third, and fourth Zhang Xianguang walked out from various corners of the teaching building.

They are all exactly the same, there is no difference, even the supernatural weapons are the same.

A total of five Zhang Xianguangs gathered together and came together.

"Infinite restart?"

This scene seemed familiar, but it was extremely terrifying.

"This guy"

Yang Jian's expression was stern. This was the first time he felt the oppression of a fellow ghost controller.