Mysterious recovery

"He's here." Several people in the oil paintings pointed not far away.

Zhang Xianguang was standing there, and he looked here with some curiosity.

Yang Jian strode forward: "In reality, you caused a lot of trouble outside. He took away the ghost painting, He Yuelian, and killed a person in charge... I want to ask you, are you real?" Don't you know what he wants to do?"

"Good guy, Zhang Xianguang, you can really make a fuss. Killing the person in charge of the city, is this a rebellion?"

An older man looked at him in surprise.

"No wonder you have not disappeared. It turns out that you have always been alive outside. I really admire it." Someone exclaimed.

"It's nothing but trouble for younger generations, Zhang Xianguang, it's better for you to die sooner." Someone also snorted coldly, expressing their dissatisfaction.

The other captains also appeared, staring at Zhang Xianguang, hoping for his answer just like Yang Jian.

"That's the problem again."

Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting sighed and said: "I have already answered last time, everything about me stayed at the moment when he left the ghost post office. I really don't know what he went through and what he wanted to do after that. I really want to cooperate with you, but what I can do is really limited, after all, time can change people, right?"

"Yang Xiao, what do you think?" Yang Jian looked at another person.

Immediately.

Another person came out from the corner, this person was seven or eight points similar to Yang Jian, at first glance one might think they were the same person.

"Yang Jian? No, it's not him, it's just similar." Liu San was surprised.

"Yang Xiao? This should be a pseudonym. His real identity should be Yang Jian's father."

Lu Zhiwen said: "In the files, Yang Jian's father is Yang Xiaotian, his mother is Zhang Fen, and his ancestral home is Dachang City, Yangzhen, Meishan Village...but Yang Jian's father has been dead for more than ten years, and the cause of death was a car accident. Yang Xiao should be a psychic replica left by his father before his death, just like Zhang Xianguang."

"I see."

The others were stunned and surprised at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian's father was also a ghost master before, and he was also involved in supernatural events.

"Why do you think I know something?" Yang Xiao asked.

Yang Jian said: "Intuition."

"Intuition? Well, based on what I know about him, if he wants to do a big thing, he will definitely go to the place where the nightmare started. This is not only a firm determination, but also a severance of the past." Yang Xiao said slowly. .

"No matter what Zhang Xianguang wants to do, I guess he will start from Shuangqiao Town."

"Shuangqiao Town? Your hometown?" Yang Jian looked at Zhang Xianguang again.

Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting nodded: "Indeed, that is my hometown, but I have never mentioned it here, Yang Xiao, how do you know?"

Yang Xiao just said: "Talking in sleep is a bad habit."

"I see, has your supernatural power ever interfered with me?"

Zhang Xianguang smiled wryly and said: "There is an abandoned private school in Shuangqiao Town. I don't know if it is still there. You can go there and have a look. I have studied there before, and maybe I can help you a little."

Yang Jian took a deep look at him: "I hope you can really cooperate with us instead of hiding it intentionally."

"I'm not hiding anything." Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting said seriously.

"Let's go to Shuangqiao Town now and intercept him," Li Jun said.

Yang Jian nodded, stopped procrastinating, and immediately turned around to leave.

"and many more."

Suddenly, Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting reminded again: "I used to know some ghost masters. If you are going to deal with him, be careful that there are some very powerful helpers around him. I'm not sure whether those people can survive to Now, but a few of you have to be especially careful, they are Song Xinhai, Nie Yingping, Zhang Xian, Chen Qiaoyang."

"Okay, I see." Yang Jian nodded.

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"Go to Shuangqiao Town to intercept and kill Zhang Xianguang, bring back the ghost painting, and end this matter completely."

Yang Jian came out of the world of oil painting, his attitude was firm and murderous.

Several captains also came out of the world of oil painting one after another. They knew the cause and effect, and also understood Zhang Xianguang's past. They were determined to eradicate such a dangerous person.

"Shuangqiao Town is not far from here. If you use Huangquan, you can arrive within a minute." Liu San said.

"Everything is going well, all of this can be over within an hour, and I have to return to Dayuan City just before evening." He Yin'er was already a little impatient at the moment.

She felt that Yang Jian wasted too much time, and this matter could have been resolved faster.

"Where's Zhou Deng? Where did he go?" Yang Jian was about to set off, but found that there was one person missing from the team.

"He's wandering around on the fifth floor." Sun Rui said, sticking his cane.

"Let him come down, it's time to go." Yang Jian said.

Sun Rui nodded.

soon.

Zhou Deng, who was on the fifth floor, suddenly stepped on the ground, and he fell straight down with an exclamation.

"boom!"

Zhou Deng fell in the hall on the first floor. He turned over quickly, then looked around, and found that everyone else was staring at him.

"Everyone, hello everyone."

Yang Jian stared at him and said, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"This? It's nothing. I picked it up on the fifth floor." Zhou Deng hurriedly hid the treasure in his hand.

"Forget it, let's go."

Yang Jian didn't care too much about it, but the thing in Zhou Deng's hand was indeed familiar. He seemed to have seen it before at the ghost post office. It was a supernatural item, but it was more important to go to Shuangqiao Town now, so he didn't Stuck on this matter.

Immediately.

The people set off again.

They left the apartment and came to Dahan City, and then the ghost domain spread, and Yang Jian took them straight to Shuangqiao Town.

Shuangqiao Town is a very ordinary town, if not because it is Zhang Xianguang's hometown, no one would know this place.

Like other small towns, the scenery here is beautiful, calm and peaceful, far away from the hustle and bustle of big cities, and the pace of life is slow, it is a good place to live a good life.

But a strange event broke the peace of Shuangqiao Town.

This afternoon.

Snow suddenly fell in the sky of Shuangqiao Town.

"No, it's not snow, but paper dust?"

On the side of the road, a passerby thought it was snowing, and reached out to catch it, only to find that it was paper ashes.

At the beginning, there were relatively few paper dusts falling down, but soon, more and more paper dusts fell down, the sky began to be covered, and the surrounding green mountains and green waters gradually turned into a piece of gray, and the whole color was gorgeous. The world seems to have lost its color all of a sudden, leaving only gray and white.

Many people in Shuangqiao Town were curious and started talking about it.

"Why are there so many paper ashes? Could it be that someone burned paper on the mountain, but now is not the time to burn paper for worship." Someone speculated.

"It must be air pollution. There is so much paper ashes to burn. Some kind of chemical plant must have been built near here." An elderly man also said convincingly.

"I don't know if this paper ash is poisonous." More people became worried.

However, their lives have not been affected in any way, so they can do whatever they want, it's just that they can't adapt to such a sudden change for a while.

However, the appearance of this scene made Yang Jian and the others stop abruptly.

They rushed to Shuangqiao Town, but they dared not enter the town, because the gray sky made them feel strongly uneasy.

"Ghost painting is out of control... That Zhang Xianguang really deserves to die."

Li Jun's face was gloomy, and his empty eye sockets were fixed on the small town in front of him shrouded in a gray world.

"There are still residents in the town, it seems that he doesn't care about ordinary people." Wei Jing's numb face showed a bit of ugly look.

"Can't these people be brought out?" He Yin'er frowned.

Yang Jian's face was indifferent: "If you can't take it out, there is the ghost domain of ghost paintings in front of you. Entering there is equivalent to entering the world of ghost paintings. There is only one way to get out, and that is to find where the ghost paintings are. Come out of the frame of the painting."

"It's the same as the oil painting that went in and out just now?" He Yin'er asked.

"Yes, of course it does not rule out that other supernatural means can enter and exit the ghost painting, but it is hard to say whether it will be effective." Yang Jian said.

"Zhang Xianguang did this on purpose. He wanted to use ghost paintings to isolate Shuangqiao Town. Even if we have tracked it down, we dare not get involved easily, because if we are not careful, we may be trapped to death in the world of ghost paintings. , The last time the headquarters took an action against ghost paintings, it ended in a group annihilation."

Liu San said with a solemn expression.

"Then we can't just stand here and do nothing." Zhou Deng muttered.

"There is a doubt. How did Zhang Xianguang know that we will come directly to Shuangqiao Town?"

Lu Zhiwen said: "We were inquired by Sun Rui, and as soon as we got the news, we set off and headed here. According to the normal situation, it is impossible for Zhang Xianguang to make preparations in advance."

"The Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting probably lied." Li Leping said, "I think there is something wrong with him."

"Now is not the time to worry about this kind of thing, the ghost painting is out of control..." Li Jun said, but he didn't finish his sentence.

suddenly.

Everyone noticed something again, and suddenly looked up at the sky.

Gray paper ash slowly fell from the top of the head.

"The ghost domain of ghost paintings is getting bigger and faster. Isn't this a normal out of control, like someone is controlling everything?"

Yang Jian stared and said, he felt that the ghost eyes were being suppressed at this moment, and wanted to close them.

"Did the ghost painting be controlled?" Li Jun asked.

Yang Jiandao: "It's absolutely impossible. There is no way to control the ghosts of this level. Even Zhang Xianguang dare not control the ghost painting. This is looking for a dead end. Now there are only two roads in front of us. Either enter Shuangqiao Town, find Zhang Xianguang and solve it, and then join hands to deal with the ghost painting incident."

"Or, retreat now, directly blockade Shuangqiao Town, and control the influence of Ghost Painting within a certain range."

"Once the former fails, the ghost painting will get out of control, the captain will die, and the situation will be completely out of control. The latter is safer, but Shuangqiao Town has to be abandoned. The eight of us are all captains, so don't ask about the headquarters. Let's decide by voting."

After speaking, he looked at the crowd.

Everyone looked dignified, and they naturally understood how important the current decision was.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy.

But at this moment, a phone rang.

Yang directly connected the phone, but the signal at this moment has been disturbed by the spirit, and there is a chi-chi noise.

The call was from Sun Rui. He used gold to connect a telephone line, connecting the ghost post office with the outside world, so that he could communicate with the outside world.

"Captain Yang, there is something wrong in Dahan City. It seems that it is raining gray-white paper ash. How is the situation on your side? Have you found Zhang Xianguang?"

Sun Rui was standing at the door at the moment, looking at the gray sky in Dahan City, he suddenly showed worry.

"I see. Give me some time to solve it. Also, be careful of Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting. Erase him if necessary. There may be problems with this person." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

Others also heard the voice on the phone.

"Is there any sign that Dahan City has been invaded by ghost paintings?" Everyone was silent for a while.

"It's not just Dahan City, it's happening in other nearby towns."

Lu Zhiwen looked into the distance, and he said: "Yang Jian is right, the ghost painting is not out of control, but has been manipulated by someone, someone wants to spread the ghost painting's ghost domain, after all, according to the theory, the ghost painting The ghost domain can be expanded indefinitely until it covers all the people who trigger the ghost painting killing pattern."

"If someone takes advantage of this, the scope of ghost painting's impact will be beyond imagination."

"Since this is the case, there is no need to vote now. If you don't kill the other party and deal with the ghost painting, this thing will probably go to my Ohara City."

With a cold face, He Yin'er walked towards Shuangqiao Town without hesitation.

The reality of the situation has no longer allowed them to hesitate.

"Let's go."

Wei Jing turned around numbly, and also walked forward.

Yang Jian didn't speak at the moment either, his feet were soaked in water, and a cracked spear was picked up by a floating corpse in the water.

He grabbed the spear and headed towards Shuangqiao Town without looking back.

However, the water stains behind him did not disappear, but began to gurgle and spread continuously.

It's just that the speed of this diffusion is a bit slow.