A paper man who could handle a supernatural incident turned into ashes in an instant. Liu San didn't even understand the process, which made him a little unbelievable.
Zhang Xianguang glanced at him fiercely, with a hint of coldness in his tone: "Paperboy, you have one last chance."
It is true that he has been planning the ghost painting for decades, but it does not mean that the painting is completely under his control, otherwise why would he need to specially train a He Yuelian.
The origin of this ghost painting is very terrifying, and this is its home court. His concealment measures cannot stop it for long. Once it fails, he will have to face the supernatural attack of this evil ghost directly. After all, it is just his hand that was nailed. , not all supernatural beings are blocked. Even if this is not a problem, it is still a trouble after all. Avoid it if you can.
Shen Lin also looked at Liu San with an unkind look. The source and surroundings of the ghost paintings were a trouble for Zhang Xianguang, and a fatal crisis for the two of them.
"I was careless. There won't be a next time." Liu San also knew that he had made a mistake and wasted an opportunity because of greed.
His paper figures can steal some supernatural powers from the ghosts through some special media. Faced with the existence of the source of ghost paintings, it is difficult for him to restrain his greed. Fortunately, Zhang Xianguang's cards are strong enough, otherwise he will be exposed this time. , he might really have to fall here.
Qin Lao, Shen Lin, Li Leping, and Wang Xiaoming, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps. They are not as easy to fool as Li Jun, so Liu San really used his body to enter the ghost painting this time.
"Professor Wang, you gave me a fatal question this time." Liu San thought in his heart, and at the same time he felt a little aggrieved. After all, he was a ghost controller who could become the captain, but he was calculated into this by an ordinary person. For my sake, it would be weird if I didn’t feel aggrieved.
"Ready!"
Zhang Xianguang's cold voice came, interrupting Liu San's somewhat complicated thoughts. He glanced at the pile of mud next to Zhang Xianguang. Layers of yellow paper gradually peeled off Liu San's body. The scattered yellow paper could not move automatically and piled up into a body. The humanoid body, withered and yellow skin quickly changed to normal human skin color, and the numb eyes gradually showed humanized fluctuations.
Liu San looked at the living paper man in front of him, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes. He could easily make ordinary paper men and use them without any pain at all, but he made this paper man with great difficulty. There is no problem in handling a normal A-level supernatural incident.
The paper man wandered to the puddle of mud next to Zhang Xianguang, picked up a pile of mud with one hand, and smeared it on himself crazily. The blood-red skin became dim again, gradually withered and turned yellow, and in the end it turned out to be worse than The initial appearance was a bit more withered and yellow.
It moved very quickly. In less than a minute, the pile of sludge that was almost half a person's height was evenly smeared on its body, making the already weird paper man look even colder.
Zhang Xianguang took a look to make sure there was no problem, and sent the paper man out directly. The position was right next to a fierce ghost, and he had even made contact with it.
But the fierce ghost didn't even look at the paper man, and continued to wander around covered in paper dust, as if on patrol.
Absorb the experience from the last time.
Liu San no longer had any unnecessary thoughts. No matter how useful the supernatural power was, it was all nonsense if his life was gone. The paper man crossed the distance of several hundred meters in an instant and came directly to the woman's side.
There was no delay.
The withered and yellow arm directly covered the candlestick. Paper ash fell from the sky and covered the withered and yellow arm. A terrifying supernatural thing was contained in it. The withered and yellow paper was gradually covered with gray and white. Before the arm was completely covered and dissipated, the palm holding the candlestick was violently exerted. , pulled it out forcefully.
next moment.
Just like before, without any warning, most of the paper man's body turned into flying ashes, and the cold flames spread on the remaining body, burning it out in just a moment.
"Things that can limit the source are not simple things. The level of cleaning abroad is still not enough, but there is such a good thing left." Zhang Xianguang's eyes flashed slightly, noticing the strangeness of burning the remains of the paper man. flame.
But he didn't waste much time on this. In just a second, he recovered and looked at the woman who slowly stood up, especially her white palms, and then at the terrifying figure that was gradually surrounding her. His expression remained unchanged.
It is normal for this situation to occur. When the source ghost is slightly restricted, his control over the surrounding situation is also reduced. The moment the restrictions are lifted, a terrifying supernatural explosion occurs. His unscrupulous means cannot stop the ghost. Painting detection.
Otherwise, he would not have found ghost paintings as the carrier of the Taoyuan plan. After all, even if a ghost is not particularly strong, it will be broken by external supernatural forces sooner or later, even if it becomes a paradise.
Looking at the woman's slightly raised palm, Zhang Xianguang's eyes flickered. A ball of fluorescence the size of a basketball suddenly appeared in his hand, and he threw it directly towards the woman's raised palm, but was blocked by an invisible layer of supernatural power. meters away.
"It's time to go. I'll clean up this mess later." Zhang Xianguang glanced at Shen Lin, turned around and walked outside.
He was holding a big knife in his hand. Any evil ghost who tried to stop him would only be a matter of one or several cuts. Shen Lin followed closely behind him, holding an ax in his hand. A figure in red clothes stood tightly beside him. Following this, there were faint signs of overlap with Shen Lin. He would occasionally take action to clean up some supernatural beings, which Zhang Xianguang intentionally left for him.
Liu San followed the two of them from a distance. Even if he would be caught up by the evil ghost behind him, he did not want to get too close to the two of them. His personality and views did not match Zhang Xianguang's.
………
Keep going.
"This distance plus the supernatural interference is almost enough." Liu San suddenly stopped and looked at the two people who were already more than a kilometer away from him, with subtle eyes.
"What's wrong?" Shen Lin asked with some confusion as he watched Zhang Xianguang look back.
Zhang Xianguang looked back and shook his head: "It's nothing."
The paper boy was cautious enough and actually ran away, leaving behind a paper man to fool him, an old man.
"Liu San ran away?" Shen Lin was not an idiot. He understood what Zhang Xianguang was looking at after just a moment's thought. After all, Liu San was the only one who could attract Zhang Xianguang's attention in this place.
"Isn't this a normal thing? Don't you know?" Zhang Xianguang said.
"Why do I know? After all, this is just the first time Liu San and I have teamed up to deal with supernatural events, and we don't understand a lot of the information." Shen Lin said.
"hope so."
"Go faster. If a nail is pulled out, the movement in the next ghost painting will not be too small. We need to find a "stable" place to repair it. The plague ghosts are too scattered and the level of terror is not low. Even if it is a ghost painting , it also takes time to gather.”
Zhang Xianguang's voice echoed in the gray world.
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far away.
Liu San looked at the red numbers on the indicator in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "There are so many troubles. This Wei Jing was actually carried so far away."
According to the comparison between this indicator and the actual distance, one unit represents five kilometers, and now, there are ten units on it.
Fifty kilometers. .
In the real world, this distance is only a few minutes, but in the ghost painting, this journey is not easy to walk.
After looking at the strange figure that was getting closer and the numbers that the indicator started to beat again, Liu San stopped delaying and rushed towards the direction pointed by the indicator with all his strength.
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"Mr. Qin!"
In the laboratory, Lu Zhiwen shouted to the old man who suddenly appeared.
"Um."
The old man nodded to express his recollection, with a slightly tired look on his face. He was getting old after all. Although his strength was still there, it was a bit tiring to use it.
"The Starving Ghost and the Wishing Ghost are ready, do you think?" Li Leping stepped forward and pointed at the golden coffin in the corner.
"Don't worry about this matter. I need to communicate with Mr. Qin about something, and I need you two to avoid it first." Wang Xiaoming said suddenly.
A few more hours passed, and his eyes became more bloodshot, his temperament became more decadent, and he felt that he might die suddenly at any time.
Lu Zhiwen was naturally speechless when faced with Wang Xiaoming's request, and left the laboratory naturally, but Li Leping did not follow him.
"Professor Wang, this visit to City J has exceeded the time I originally arranged. I still have several supernatural events that need to be dealt with and tracked. Moreover, the time to collect the dead doll is coming soon."
"You can go back to Dachuan." Wang Xiaoming's eyes were dark, making it unclear what he was thinking, but Li Leping didn't care so much and nodded to Mr. Qin as a greeting before entering the laboratory. The blockade state directly drove Gui Yan to leave.
"Is there any hope for Wei Jing?"
Without asking about the situation in the palace, Wang Xiaoming went directly to the topic and asked the questions he needed to know most, which was also the key to the success of this plan.
Mr. Qin was silent for a moment and said, "You are a little anxious. It is best to let nature take its course."
"You are about to call a curtain call. The headquarters must ensure that its combat power is not too bad. Humanity also needs some powerful ghost controllers. You know very well that people like Wang Chaling and Yang Jian will not be too weak when you see them. In the future, it may not be too bad, but for now, their protection scope is limited to one-third of an acre of land, and the rest of the ghost masters are also pretty much the same."
"The headquarters needs a group of powerful ghost controllers to stabilize the current situation, so that more lives can be saved. Lu Zhiwen is strong in intelligence, but his combat power is not good. Cao Yang inherits Fang Shiming's ghosts, plus some other things, and his combat power is Maybe it's enough, but he is too restricted, not to mention Li Jun, A Hong, He Yin'er, etc. If Professor Wang's plan can succeed and let Wei Jing achieve that special state, it will be good for the guoj and the headquarters. It can be of great help.”
This was not what Wang Xiaoming said, but what came from the computer on the table. A video call was connected at some point, and an old man with white hair and wrinkles appeared on the computer screen.
"I'm going to get him back, for the last time."
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Yuqing Palace.
The radiance of jade Ruyi shines in the vast hall, and the figures carved in white jade reflect the soul-stirring colors.
The strange music echoed in the hall, crisp and ethereal, as if the music listened to by immortals in the sky should not be heard by mortals.
But in Wang Chaling's ears, underneath this beautiful music, there is a vicious voice from the underworld, and the inexplicable tone evokes the most primitive fear of human beings.
Thick darkness filled Wang Chaling's body, and three figures loomed in the darkness. The Wang family's supernatural beings were always protecting Wang Chaling.
at this time.
There are only a few chess pieces left in the chess box, and there are only a few empty spots left on one side of the chessboard. The terrifying supernatural beings are fighting fiercely above, and the remaining empty positions are constantly changing.
There was only a very short section of sandalwood not far away. Based on the previous burning speed, Wang Chaling estimated that the remaining section could last for about one minute.
Of course, this is just an estimate.
The confrontation with the supernatural greatly distracted his energy. He paid attention to the passage of time, but not much, and he may not be able to grasp the details well.
"To be on the safe side, I must maintain my advantage in the next few dozen seconds to ensure my chance of winning."
A desperate comeback is not advisable and is not suitable for this situation. The battle for the chessboard is going on every moment. If you relax for a moment, you will suffer heavy losses.
Thinking like this, Wang Chaling no longer had any plans to hold anything back, and all the supernatural beings except the three dead souls instantly covered the chessboard.
Almost at the same time as this power exploded, a force that was evenly matched with him burst out from the opposite Li Gui, starting a fierce battle.
But the adjustment of Li Gui's power also takes time. It's not much, but it's enough for Wang Chaling to seize the fleeting opportunity and gain a slight advantage.
The burning of sandalwood continues.
The chessboard was already blurry, and even Wang Chaling's own eyes couldn't see clearly the arrangement on the chessboard, so he simply gave up his eyes and relied entirely on his supernatural powers to perceive the situation.
I don’t know when the dead souls of my parents will be superimposed. The black and white shadows overlap with Wang Chaling’s figure, but the supernatural connection has been established, and the superposition of each other can be completed at any time.
The dark supernatural power spread over, providing Wang Chaling with a special perspective to closely observe the burning of the incense stick.
One second, two seconds, five seconds, ten seconds...
The moment the last spark was extinguished, the opposite Li Gui suddenly burst out with a powerful force. The essence of its composition has not changed. The horror level of each part is the same as the supernatural horror of each part controlled by Wang Chaling. However, in terms of use, Li Gui will When these supernatural beings are perfectly integrated, the terror that erupts is far greater than the power when used alone.
This is Li Gui's biggest counterattack. This method is in line with the rules and fair. After all, their supernatural essences are the same, it's just a matter of the technique used.
Wang Chaling knew this and knew how to use his own advantages. He did not let Li Gui copy all the supernatural beings in one fell swoop.
The existence of the dead souls is very special. They are used by Wang Chaling, but they do not completely belong to Wang Chaling. In the judgment of this mountain, as long as Wang Chaling does not directly let the dead souls assist, the supernatural powers of the dead souls will not be reproduced. , at least on the surface.
so.
The moment before the evil ghost broke out, the overlapping dead souls sank into Wang Chaling's body. The supernatural overlap was completed at this moment. At the same time as the evil ghost broke out, almost the same power burst out from Wang Chaling, forcefully forcing him back.
The sparks went out, and the situation on the chessboard became clear. Wang Chaling won, but there was no joy of victory on his face.
Three dead souls exited his body at the same time. Wang Chaling lay on the ground with a pale face, extreme pain spread throughout his body, and his supernatural power consumed the erosion of the curse.
(End of chapter)
