A strange rag doll fell from Zhao Qiang's arms. The two attracted supernatural beings gave up attacking Zhao Qiang and instead wrapped themselves around the rag doll.
"My mission is completed. I think it's time for me to leave here. Professor Wang, what's next?" Zhao Qiang said.
"I am responsible for Professor Wang's safety. You can leave." A voice suddenly sounded. Zhao Qiang looked startled and looked towards the corner.
When is there a person standing there?
Looking at Wang Xiaoming again, he found that his expression was as usual. Zhao Qiang knew that this must have been arranged by the other party in advance, a ghost controller with a strong hiding ability.
"Since Professor Wang has arrangements, I won't say any more. Take care of yourselves." Zhao Qiang didn't ask any more questions, and his body turned into black and white and disappeared between heaven and earth.
The body is a form that exists in human society, but it is not necessary for aliens like him. As long as you have the means, it is normal to give up a body.
"Professor Wang, I will send you away first before the ghost realm comes." Li Leping stepped forward and said. He is not bad at strength, but he has to protect an ordinary person from an S-level supernatural incident and complete Wang Xiaoming's plan. , there are still quite a few problems.
In fact, if Wang Xiaoming had not insisted on this, he would not have appeared in this base, but would have stayed in a safer place with the senior officials of the headquarters.
"No, there is a safe house with a high defense level underground. I will go there. It is also in the ghost domain, and the communication signal will be much better. I must personally watch the next operation." Wang Xiaoming insisted.
Whether it is the ghost-painted ghost realm or the supernatural power of epidemic ghosts, it has a great impact on the signal transmission of electronic equipment. If Wang Xiaoming is not inside the ghost realm, many things cannot be directly observed and commanded.
in addition.
After all, it was Wang Xiaoming's plan to control ghosts with ghosts. Li Jun, Wei Jing, and Zhang Xianguang were also involved in the chess game by Wang Xiaoming. Part of the responsibility for the out-of-control situation belongs to Wang Xiaoming.
Taking a city as a bet, with Wang Xiaoming's values, it is naturally impossible to make oneself independent from the city.
When Li Leping saw this, he stopped admonishing him. He just sent the people to the safe house, and cooperated with the inside and outside to completely lock the door of the safe house before he rushed back to "Li Jun" and "Wei Jing".
The fluorescence and accumulated ashes almost completely submerged the two of them. The two people pulled out by Zhao Qiang did not possess any supernatural power.
"First of all, let's get back to normal." Li Leping murmured as he looked at the two people. He didn't see any movement, but the ashes and fluorescence on the two bodies on the ground were gradually dissipating and transferring.
The fluorescence and ashes that filled the surrounding space were also oblivious to this area.
Tap~tap~tap......
The dull sound of footsteps echoed in the dead space. "Clean" places often attract the attention of ghosts, especially if there is a connection.
The cold flames were burning all around, and the ghost realm represented by the ashes all over the sky had almost no impact on the ghost realm made of flames. This space seemed to have turned into a sea of fire.
But there is one exception.
There was no spark within ten meters of Li Leping's body, and the surrounding flames ignored, or rather forgot, the existence of this area.
A man wearing a headquarters uniform with a resolute face and numb eyes slowly walked up to Li Leping. His body was covered with bright fluorescence, and there were many cracks on the surface of his skin, with flames shooting out from inside from time to time.
"Don't rush to take action first, wait a moment, Wei Jing after Li Jun is the most important." Wang Xiaoming's voice came from the communication device.
Wang Xiaoming's words were very cold, and he temporarily put aside Li Jun, the bodyguard who had been with him for a long time.
The plague ghost is not simple. If you attack rashly, it is easy to scare the snake.
I heard Wang Xiaoming say this.
Li Leping didn't do anything, just stood there. His supernatural power was very special, enough to make most evil ghosts and people ignore him. The terror of Li Jun being controlled by the plague ghost was greatly improved, but it was still not as good as Li Leping.
One minute, five minutes, half an hour...
Several hours passed, but Wei Jing's figure never appeared. The fluorescent light carrying ashes covered the entire sky.
As of now, two-thirds of the entire J City is covered by ghost paintings, and the remaining one-third is covered by plague ghosts.
Wang Xiaoming's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he kept looking at the dozens of computers in the safe house, which were surveillance images of various areas.
Special gold materials, satellite signals, WiFi, Bluetooth... all available signal connection methods are used to ensure that the picture can be transmitted until now.
"There is a problem with Zhang Xianguang." There are not many factors that can interfere with this situation. Mr. Qin will not take action. Shen Lin and the others are under the control of Wang Xiaoming.
The only variable is Zhang Xianguang from outside.
The top figures of the previous generation, the descendants of the old people of the Republic of China, have been planning ghost paintings for decades. For such a figure, Wang Xiaoming can only guide him with the existing information, and it is impossible to arrange whatever he wants.
"Li Leping, take down Li Jun, cut off the supernatural part of the plague ghost and the source of the plague ghost on his body, and then..."
…………
at the same time.
Ghost paintings in the ghost realm.
A middle-aged man held a large knife in his hand and stared at the body that was divided into several sections.
Zhang Xianguang is very angry now. He knows about the epidemic ghost incident that broke out in J City, and he even knows about the headquarters using ghost paintings to check and balance the epidemic ghost.
At the same time, he also knew what attitude the older generation held towards his plan. As a result, Gui Hua was taken to City J by the headquarters. City J, where Mr. Qin was in charge, he almost thought that Mr. Qin was preparing to kill him before his death. It's his own fault.
After all, the most critical aspect of the Taoyuan Project is the ghost paintings. It can be said that without the ghost paintings, his efforts for most of his life would have been almost in vain.
Fortunately not.
But it didn't turn out that well.
This plague ghost, who was originally ignored by Zhang Xianguang, actually took away a lot of the ghost paintings' supernatural powers. It wasn't much, but it was something that Zhang Xianguang found difficult to accept.
So he relied on the methods he had left in the painting to quickly locate the plague ghost. Then, he picked up his ghost sword and found the opponent.
Even though the plague ghost had a tendency to "escape" before, Zhang Xianguang used supernatural objects to forcefully trap him inside the ghost painting, and only let go of the "ghost slave" who could set fire.
This is why Wang Xiaoming and Li Leping can't wait for the epidemic ghost to come.
"Relying on ghost slaves to achieve the purpose of restarting. If a ghost slave can restart once, it will kill you more than fifty times." Zhang Xianguang's eyes were cold as he stared at the corpses that had lost their supernatural power not far away, as well as the messy distribution in this space. Various "corpses" disappeared into the darkness.
next moment.
A flash of light suddenly appeared, accompanied by a flash of sword light.
………………
Hua Hua~ Hua Hua~
As night approached, the temple was no longer as "bright" as it was at noon, and it rained heavily. Raindrops the size of soybeans hit the bluestone floor, and water droplets splashed everywhere.
Rainwater gathered at the top of the hall and fell to the ground along the eaves, forming a curtain of water in front of Wang Chaling.
Tick-tock~tick-tick...
Perhaps it was due to disrepair, but in the hall, drops of water fell from time to time through some gaps, staining a large area of the ground.
This rain came very strangely, and it was very undeserved.
There are only two conditions in the ghost temple, day and night. Weather such as rain and wind has never existed in this temple.
At least that's been the case for the past few decades.
but now………
"The intrusion of outsiders is often easy to break some things, especially some extremely weak balances. The older the place, the more likely it is that such problems will occur." Wang Chaling seemed to be convincing himself with this reason, but he was already wary in his heart. .
After all, this rain is not very simple.
When the rain first came, Wang Chaling was picking up some things from the third hall, and then rushed back to the second hall in the rain. During this period, he "passed by" a plantation, and Wang Chaling took it with him. There was a ghost left there before.
Now, the fierce ghost, which had been forcibly stimulated and revived from a dead state, was lying peacefully under the rain, with strands of dark and ominous aura wrapped around its festering body.
Suppress the supernatural?
Wang Chaling looked thoughtfully at the gloomy sky outside the palace.
After a moment, his brows suddenly furrowed, and his eyes glanced at several things on the ground: a futon full of holes, a bloody wooden fish, and an incense burner.
The futon was extremely moist, as if it had just been taken out of the water, which was quite different from the truth.
The futon came from the third hall. The water leakage in that hall was much worse than the second hall where Wang Chaling was currently. When Wang Chaling found it, the futon had become what it is now.
"It's really troublesome." A flash of impatience flashed between Wang Chaling's brows. He hated things that were beyond his "own abilities", especially when he didn't think the problem was big before, but now the ghost temple seems to be heading towards develop in that direction.
He casually mentioned the futon that kept dripping water. While the ghosts suppressed the rain, a stream of heat radiated from Wang Chaling's hands. Soon, there was no trace of water on the entire futon.
After packing up everything and calming down his emotions, Wang Chaling was not going to go back to his dormitory at night. That area was also covered in heavy rain, so the safety would not be much higher than the current place.
After choosing a relatively "clean" place and placing the futon, Wang Chaling sat down cross-legged. Then the incense burner was placed directly in front of Wang Chaling. A piece of sandalwood was inserted into it and had not yet been lit.
The wooden fish was placed between the incense burner and the futon, and a short stick was placed on top. Wang Chaling could not find Jianzhi, so he could only use this supernatural item obtained from the ghost village instead.
This is innocuous.
There are only three key points, the futon, the sound of wooden fish, and the burning of sandalwood.
Looking out of the hall, there was at least a glimmer of light in the gloomy sky just now, but now it was completely replaced by darkness. The patter of rain echoed, and the intensity of the rain seemed to have decreased a lot.
"Time is up."
A spark appeared on the sandalwood, and the smoke began to rise.
Boom~boom~boom
The short stick hits the wooden fish rhythmically, making a special sound.
Dots of light gradually emerged under Wang Chaling's guidance, and the darkness that had spread to the entrance of the palace seemed to be inexplicably hindered.
"Not enough, not enough." Wang Chaling closed her eyes tightly and moved her hands faster and faster, but the special charm of the music was not destroyed.
Yin rises and Yang declines.
Yang is strong and Yin is weak.
These two words are probably the best way to describe the brief moment between nightfall and dawn.
The terror on one side is constantly rising, while the other side is constantly declining. A rather delicate balance can always be reached at a certain moment, and then the handover is completed.
But this involves a very wide scope, affecting almost the entire ghost temple. Even with the help of the power of the dead souls, Wang Chaling cannot control it so minutely.
So he chose another path.
The futon and wooden fish are both used by the old monk during his lifetime. There is a lot of supernatural power left inside, which can be induced by using it in a special way. The sandalwood is used for defense. At the same time, when inserted into the incense burner, it also has the function of "communication" function.
More and more supernatural beings emerged under Wang Chaling's guidance, and the darkness that had reached the entrance of the hall seemed to recede a bit.
A delicate balance seems to be being struck.
An illusory old man appeared next to Wang Chaling, his numb and dead eyes staring at the huge Bodhisattva statue in the hall.
Suddenly.
The half-closed eyes of the Bodhisattva are wide open, exuding a breathtaking light. The evil and ferocious nature is mixed with compassion and solemnity, and a strange balance is achieved.
The space seemed to begin to distort.
A road quietly emerged in the hall. This road extended upwards. Most of it was surrounded by smoke. Only the bottom two steps could be seen clearly.
At the moment when the balance between day and night is achieved, you can use your own supernatural power to peer into the reality, and you can reach a certain depth of the ghost temple.
Wang Chaling stood up, picked up the stick of sandalwood that only burned a little, and followed the dead soul on the road.
It's different than imagined.
This seemingly rugged road is very easy to walk, and there are no inexplicable supernatural obstacles.
Along the way, the top of the hall was not an obstacle. Wang Chaling crossed over without any hindrance. In an instant, the scenery before his eyes suddenly changed.
Not a rainy sky.
It is an endless world. In this huge world, it seems that there is only one huge spherical object between heaven and earth.
That thing is now black, exuding a terrifying darkness, like a terrifying black hole that wants to swallow everything around it.
But Wang Chaling could feel the endless light under the darkness.
"How can light and darkness be so clearly separated? The erosion of decades is not obvious on the outside, but in this most fundamental place, there is a sense of blending." Wang Chaling stepped forward and came He reached a high platform and jumped up.
The high platform is circular and marked with scales, and twenty-four numbers divide the area equally.
A monk and a ghost sit at both ends of the circular platform. A pointer has just reached the 12th mark where the ghost is, and is advancing forward at an imperceptible speed.
"Ksitigarbha, are you a human or a ghost now?" Wang Chaling stood in an empty place, looking at the oppressed man, and said word by word.
Ksitigarbha.
The abbot, abbot, or boss of Ksitigarbha Temple, a monk with the name of Bodhisattva as his dharma name, a ghost controller who should have died decades ago, a ghost controller who survives with consciousness.
but now.
Wang Chaling was a little unsure.
"Amitabha."
Two voices sounded at the same time, one monk and one ghost opened their eyes at the same time, with the same look on their faces.
(End of chapter)
