Wang Chaling: "???"
Wang Chaling looked at Ye Zhen who rushed up with some confusion, but soon understood what Ye Zhen was thinking. The chuunibyou probably thought that he was under the influence of a powerful ghost.
This kind of thing is normal. Even Wang Chaling himself had such doubts when he came out. After all, the mountain was too terrifying. It was not impossible to create an illusion that would make Wang Chaling unable to distinguish between illusion and reality. It's just that he confirmed the truth through some small means.
And that method is rather special and is only suitable for Wang Chaling, not Ye Zhen. It seems normal to behave like this.
but.
Normality was normal, and this was no reason for Wang Chaling to tolerate Ye Zhen's "unbridledness". The dead soul sitting in a nearby seat stood up and greeted him.
It is inconvenient and difficult to use supernatural powers on the supernatural bus. Four (dead souls) beat one (Ye Zhen). In addition, the dead souls have no feeling at all. In just a few minutes, Ye Zhen was defeated.
However, Ye Zhen was obviously not someone who gave up easily. He struggled several times, but was defeated by the dead souls and could not reach Wang Chaling.
"That's almost enough, right?" Wang Chaling stood up, walked to an empty seat not far from Ye Zhen, sat down, and told Ye Zhen most of what happened.
Some things about Zhang Dong, the jade pendant, and his grandfather were selectively hidden by Wang Chaling. Except for these things about Zhang Dong, he himself was vague about other things.
"How about it, believe it or not?"
"Believe it, I believe it, Wang Wudi, tell your family to go back and let me go." Ye Zhen said with an aggrieved look on his face.
Out of consideration for Ye Zhen's face-saving character, when Wang Chaling asked the dead souls to attack, he specifically asked them to avoid Ye Zhen's face and only hit Ye Zhen's body. Ye Zhen was not forced to kneel down, but his limbs were all injured. The dead soul was lifted up, and the whole person was suspended in the air, making it impossible for him to use his strength again.
Seeing that Ye Zhen "subdued" and didn't look like he was faking it, Wang Chaling directly asked the dead soul to put him down. Regardless of whether it was true or not, Ye Zhen couldn't do anything small with the dead soul's absolute suppression.
certainly.
Ye Zhen actually believed it. If this was created by a fierce ghost, there must be something "special" about it, and there was a high probability that he would not play with Ye Zhen like this and kill him directly.
After all, in Ye Zhen's understanding, the existence of evil ghosts, no matter what type they are, are basically born for killing. Occasionally, there are those who play tricks, and they will not persist for so long. For the time being, this can be regarded as Ye Zhen's a basis for judgment.
"Ahem."
Ye Zhen found a seat and sat down. He looked at the blood gate on the diagonal and at a few illusory souls. Finally, his eyes were fixed on Wang Chaling. He coughed twice and said, "Wang Wudi, what did you just say?" Can you tell me those things again? I have some things that need to be sorted out."
When Wang Chaling was talking just now, Ye Zhen thought the ghost was fooling him. He listened, but did not listen completely and missed a lot of information.
"I have a hunch that I will definitely have contact with this mountain in the future. I will learn more about it, so as not to encounter it suddenly and be caught off guard." Ye Zhen frowned slightly. With his character, he usually wouldn't He was asking for information, but things about this mountain really made him a little uneasy...even a little scared.
It sounds a bit fantasy, but for a ghost controller of his level, some inner premonitions will probably come true in the future. According to the speculations of some experts, this is probably related to some potential connections between supernatural beings. When the supernatural beings are strong enough, even if Even without the ability to predict the future, you can still detect some dangers.
"well."
Wang Chaling was not surprised by Ye Zhen's thoughts. If Ye Zhen stayed in the small courtyard peacefully and went to the mountain as a "guest", he would no longer be involved with the mountain after leaving.
But he did a few extra things, broke the rules, and came to see Xuankong Mountain as a "fugitive fan". Even if he didn't go as deep as Wang Chaling, he still had something to do with it.
"Wang Wudi, just say what you have to say, but don't look at me like that." Ye Zhen looked at Wang Chaling's strange eyes and felt uncomfortable all over. Inexplicably, he felt as if he was a generation shorter.
Wang Chaling's face darkened, and she was silent for a moment, then recounted the incident again, especially the part about why Ye Zhen was attacked.
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at the same time.
Inside the ancient house in the woods.
The scene projected by the stone mirror did not disappear because of Wang Chaling's departure. Its projection medium was Zhang Dong's mark.
The foot of the mountain, the big tree, the Shangqing Palace... the pictures were flowing in various places. Meng Xiaodong and Jiang Lan were watching carefully, and the latter's eyes flashed with wonder from time to time.
Only Zhang Dong, who was sitting above, had a look of contemplation in his eyes from time to time, and his attention was not focused on those pictures. In Wang Chaling's experience, he deliberately concealed some things, and at the same time eliminated the traces of traces. of supernatural.
Regarding Zhang Dong's strangeness, Jiang Lan didn't notice it. She usually wouldn't look at Zhang Dong. Occasionally, it was just fleeting. Meng Xiaodong did notice it, but Jiang Lan was by her side, so it was hard to ask questions. , the expression was a little complicated, but it turned into normal in an instant.
The invisible supernatural power spread, and an old woman walked out from behind Meng Xiaodong, sat in the seat vacated by Meng Xiaodong, and looked at the projected picture seriously.
Jiang Lan didn't feel anything strange during the whole process, and she didn't even know that the person sitting next to her had changed. Under normal circumstances, even a person of the level of Qi Lao, as long as he wasn't Zhang Dong, a super-large person, with Jiang Lan's Strength coupled with specialization and consciousness direction will not be the case.
But who made Meng Xiaodong know Jiang Lan too well? Before he was too powerful to be invincible, after the ghost controller's intelligence was known, it would be difficult, not impossible, to take action against him.
"There was something missing in the Wang family boy's scene just now, and the eldest brother took action once. Was there an accident on the mountain?" Meng Xiaodong asked.
"Well, there seems to be some relationship between the Wang family and that mountain. I saw the old ghost of the Wang family. The supernatural powers traced back later are not bad. When I went there before, it seemed that they were just on the surface." Zhang Dong's voice was a little flat, and his numb eyes became more and more numb. sharp.
After summing up the supernatural beings, Zhang Dong went to the mountain again to deal with some things, but he did not discover the relationship between the Wang family and the mountain. Although he felt that there must be some secrets in it, considering some factors, the mountain did not move. He just made some agreements and didn't take any more care.
but now.
A corner of the secret has already been revealed in front of him. He just needs to follow the clues and maybe he will be able to reveal many things. Zhang Dong is also a little tempted by such temptation.
The first point of Zhong Er said that some things about this mountain can be regarded as a demon for Zhang Dong. Normally speaking, the things about this mountain are also a thorn in Zhang Dong's heart.
When there is no relevant matter involved, the thorn can be treated as if it does not exist, but when it is possible to remove the thorn...
Meng Xiaodong saw what Zhang Dong meant and said hesitantly: "Brother, do you want to go and investigate the situation?"
She believed that Zhang Dong's strength was correct, but after all, their bodies were no better than before. If they rashly went to a very scary and unfamiliar supernatural place, if something unexpected happened, the backup plan they had prepared would not be used, which would lead to the death of her eldest brother. The evil ghost is out of control, and no one in this world can handle it.
Not to mention waiting for the person who can end the supernatural era to appear, it is estimated that in less than half a year, the entire world will fall, and evil ghosts will wreak havoc everywhere.
To a certain extent, the most dangerous thing in this world is not the so-called S-class supernatural events, but the dying old people like them.
"I'm sensible. I'm just going to take a look. I don't need to show up in my real body. Some gadgets I left behind can just come in handy." A smile appeared on Zhang Dong's skinny face, a small and medium-sized persistence. It's just a thought, it won't reach that level - if the mountain is out of control, it will be more or less.
A humanoid sculpture about two meters high appeared outside the ancient house. The gray-white sculpture gradually took on the color of human skin. Within a few seconds, a strong man with numb eyes took the place of the sculpture and glanced at the ancient house behind him. , and walked along the path toward the woods.
"Just let him go."
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J City.
Liu San ran away frantically carrying a corpse. This corpse belonged to Wei Jing. It was mysteriously killed by the plague ghost and became part of the plague ghost after death. Under Wang Xiaoming's instructions, Liu San forcefully snatched it from the plague ghost's hands. Snatched it out.
But the price was not small. After paying several paper figures, Liu San was still chased by a lot of ghosts, all of which were ghosts infected by the plague ghost.
Some are the evil ghosts that were originally in the paintings, and some are beings that were infected during the spread of plague ghosts and were summoned back by the source of the ghost paintings.
"More than twenty evil ghosts held me back. It only takes a minute for the source to come over... This lineup is enough to tear me alive. If Professor Wang doesn't make the next step, then I will have no choice but to abandon Wei Jing." ." Liu San didn't even understand what kind of magic power Wei Jing's corpse had, which could actually make the plague ghost and ghost painting send so many ghosts to chase him.
Things similar to paper ash are constantly falling from the sky. The surroundings are surrounded by this kind of ash, which has piled up very high. Dots of fluorescence are mixed in it, giving a little more light to the dim world. Countless terrifying figures and buildings When passing by Liu San, he would sometimes accidentally break in, but the cost was just a few more pursuers behind him.
The supernatural power of plague ghosts is gradually merging with the supernatural powers of ghost paintings. It does not simply refer to the kind of fusion that brings plague ghosts into their own ghost realm, but a kind of complementarity in the supernatural world... Can it be roughly understood as adding color to paintings?
Everything originated from Zhang Xianguang's plan. He wanted to use the source of ghost paintings to gather all the epidemic ghosts and get rid of them in one go.
The plan went smoothly, but it was a little too smooth. The evil ghost that originated from the ghost painting had a strong restraining effect on everything in the painting, especially the beings that had been slightly infected by its supernatural powers. Not only those in this ghost domain, but also those who The fluorescence in the scattered paintings was also forcibly brought back - the scattered plague ghosts could not put up much resistance. When the resistance began to be organized, a considerable part of the plague ghosts had already been taken away by the ghost paintings. Follow-up It was just a frog boiled in warm water that could not escape. It was at this moment that the plan began to get out of control.
The plague ghost was recruited into the hands of the source of the ghost painting, but it did not go as Zhang Xianguang thought, and his backhand did not work. The plague ghost was forcibly controlled by the ghost painting. The fluorescent ghost, also an S-class, was in front of the ghost painting that was completely out of control. The power of resistance hardly lasted long, causing the horror level of ghost paintings to increase significantly. It is foreseeable that with the gradual "return" of plague ghosts and ghosts, the horror of ghost paintings will increase.
Liu San, who obtained part of Zhang Xianguang's plan from Wang Xiaoming, thought badly of Zhang Xianguang's possible expression now - the ghost painting he had been working on for most of his life had ended up in such a situation, which directly caused a devastating blow to subsequent uses. .
Zhang Xianguang has been planning the simple ghost painting for so long. Although it is due to Mr. Qin, it is also inseparable from the horror of the ghost painting. Now the level of horror has increased a lot, and many methods will not be used today. ghost painting.
The fact is exactly what Liu San thought. Zhang Xianguang and Shen Lin are now hiding in a ghost painting space, watching the fluorescent ghosts raging everywhere in the distance. They have nothing to take, and they are not being chased by a group of ghosts like Liu San. .
"What to do next? You probably won't be able to get started with this ghost painting." Shen Lin said calmly. He knew that Zhang Xianguang had thoughts about ghost paintings, and he took the initiative to expose them and talk about them not long after he formed a team with Zhang Xianguang. Not really a problem.
Give up ghost painting?
Zhang Xianguang has never had such an idea. He has been planning for decades. Not to mention the particularity of ghost paintings, it would take more than ten or twenty years, or even more, to find another similar ghost. Planning, this is simply impossible.
"Let's wait and see. Ghost paintings and epidemic ghosts are complementary to a certain extent, but they are not the same as ghost dyes after all. It may not be impossible to separate them." Zhang Xianguang said solemnly.
"Furthermore, ghost paintings and epidemic ghosts complement each other. What is more urgent should be the so-called ghost controller headquarters. Try to see if your contact is connected and tell them the situation here."
Shen Lin's expression remained unchanged: "It's useless. If we could get in touch, Liu San would have informed Liu San of the news about my teaming up with you, and they would have known about the situation inside. Even if they didn't know, the news I told , do you think they will still believe it?”
Zhang Xianguang didn't speak, but his eyes and the flashing sword told Shen Lin that he had no choice, either to try to notify, or to fall out now.
Shen Lin raised his hands with helplessness on his face: "At least we are all in the same boat now, so there is no need to go to this point, right? Can't I just notify you?"
After that, he took out the satellite phone from the headquarters in front of Zhang Xianguang, and noticed Zhang Xianguang's suspicious eyes: "The headquarters was founded later, and its resources are not as good as yours. We are not the direct line of ghost controllers from the headquarters. This is the only way we can rely on communication.”
"OK."
This reason was barely acceptable, but it was obvious that Zhang Xianguang still maintained a skeptical attitude, but this doubt did not last long.
In the dim world, there is only a little fluorescence that provides a little bit of light, but at this moment, a dim light shines from somewhere. On the path of the light "passing", the fluorescence and ashes are gradually dissipating.
The outline of a bus loomed in the ashes.
(End of chapter)
