Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 242 I am the sinner of all mankind
Dajing City urban area, eastern part.

Yang Jian stood in the ghost realm with a hatchet. Under the suppression of the three ghost hands, he could use the ghost eye's ability to the maximum extent, so the ghost realm could easily reach the fifth level of strength.

The ghost babies at the intersection continued to break out, and the starving ghost appeared on the pedestrian street at the street with the blue-grey haze.

Ghost Eye's current ghost realm can only barely contend with these hazes, and he can ensure that he has no big problem walking in the ghost realm.

His figure became blurry, and the next second he appeared strangely behind the ghost.

To be on the safe side, he did not use the hatchet to attack immediately, because the negative effect of this weapon was too great. If the Starving Ghost restarted, he would not only lose the suppression quota of a ghost, but this thing would also be safe.

In this way, he lost both his wife and his troops.

Scarlet light struck from behind, and the starving ghost's killing pattern was instantly triggered. The bloody mouth tore strangely, and then bit Yang Jian's head.

But unfortunately, before its attack could be reduced, strange black palms grew out of the ghost's mouth. Under the suppression of the ghost's ability, the derived ghost hands were also improved, and their supernatural level was also improved. Much higher.

The black palms continued to squirm, and finally tore apart the ghost's body, intending to disintegrate the ghost from the inside.

Unfortunately, as the starving ghost's body became blurred, his ability to restart himself was instinctively activated.

Yang Jian watched the ghost's actions expressionlessly, but his attack stopped.

As the supernatural power gradually disappeared, the ghost no longer restarted, but the attacks belonging to this thing did not stop.

Yang Jian tried to use the source of the ghost hand to try to suppress it. Gui Cha's brainless suppression quota can be said to be the nemesis of most evil ghosts, equivalent to coffin nails. The only difference is that the supernatural power of coffin nails cannot be controlled, but ghosts Hands can.

Assuming that the degree of supernatural suppression is well controlled, perhaps we can try to limit it at the threshold between restarting and not restarting.

Just as he was about to take action, an extremely terrifying and depressing supernatural force struck from behind the starving ghost. Yang Jian's pupils shrank, and the ghost's eyes closed without warning under such pressure.

Sensing the danger, Yang Jian immediately retreated back before the ghost realm dissipated. When he came back to his senses, he only saw an old ghost in black cloth, standing where a starving ghost was, unlike the old ghosts of this era.

Its hands were empty, but it showed the motion of tearing objects into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of leather shoes scraping against the ground came. A young man wearing a suit and elegant temperament emerged from the haze in the distance. Behind him, there was another ghost, who was very similar to this black clothed ghost. It seemed that he was a ghost in life. A couple.

"Is Wang Chaling the appointed captain?"

Yang Jian's eyes grew colder. The horror level of the old man in civilian clothes was quite high. If the attack just now went slightly wrong, he would even be killed instantly, and even the body in the hands of this ghost would be his own.

"Do you want to kill me?"

He clenched his hatchet and looked at Wang Chaling, who was approaching. After the danger was over, his ghost eyes were opening, but in his sight, the old woman was blurred, as if the ghost eyes' vision had been disturbed to a certain extent.

Wang Chaling smiled slightly, "How could the famous Ghost Eye Detective be killed so easily? But I didn't want to kill you. It was just to deal with the starving ghost. Even if you didn't evade just now, my grandfather wouldn't kill you." .”

"Your grandfather?"

Yang Jian frowned, this Wang Chaling actually recognized a ghost as his grandfather.

Wang Chaling did not explain. He looked in the direction of his grandfather and saw that the starving ghost had disappeared. Faced with such a terrifying attack, the ghost's instincts were restarted.

Within 10 minutes, no one knew where this ghost would appear in Dajing City.

While the two were chatting, the haze over the entire city changed color. It was a gray world. The world was spreading extremely fast, just like the sun was covered by dark clouds, and the shadow was instantly shrouded.

Yang Jian only felt that the ghost eyes were closing quickly. The fear from the ghost eyes made him realize the seriousness of the matter, because this gray world was the ghost realm of ghost paintings.

The signs here disappeared, but on the other side of Dajing City.

In a residential building shrouded in thick darkness, a middle-aged man covered in blood opened his eyes. He was lying in a rental house, his arm was mutilated, as if he had been bitten off by something.

However, this middle-aged man did not feel any pain. He opened his eyes as if he had woken up for the first time and was peeping at everything in front of him.

He is a dead man, a poor man who was bitten to death by a ghost baby 10 minutes ago.

It's just that the person who is resurrected now is not the original deity, but Shen Lin.

Shen Lin invaded the memory of this man's life and imitated the trajectory of his death. However, after some inspection, he concluded that this man was not killed by a starving ghost, but by another ghost.

He gradually stood up from the bed numbly. His body did not move, but repeated the experience of this life. He was just a spectator.

But at this moment, there was a strange noise in the dark room, as if some creature had crawled into the house and was wandering around the hall.

In Shen Lin's eyes, they were some blue-grey babies. They immediately attacked the middle-aged man after looking at him.

The man was retreating, and finally fell on the bed. The ghost baby's bites did not stop, and his arms were shattering, tearing, and blood was splattering.

Shen Lin couldn't feel the pain. He watched the ghost baby's attack, trying to observe something different.

However, in the next moment, a wave of darkness enveloped the entire room, enveloping these ghost babies and even Shen Lin.

soon.

In the darkness, a young man with a stitched face came out holding a straw rope. The man's face was numb and his body was stiff.

Shen Lin only stared at it for a second, and then he felt his neck tighten, and his whole body was hanging on the beam, including the ghost babies.

"It's a ghost. Is this your memory before your death?"

Shen Lin's vision is gradually blurring, and he is retreating from this body.

However, when he looked at the spiritual tablet in the man's hand, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Because the person on the spiritual throne is not the face of the victim, but that of Shen Lin. "A ghost targeting consciousness? Can this ghost attack me while I am still in my memory?"

Shen Lin did not dare to stay in this place. "It seems that the meeting was right in not choosing to intervene in the ghost incident. This ghost is definitely not something that can be easily fought with information."

As Shen Lin quickly faded away, the portrait on the spiritual throne also became blurry, as if it had lost the portrayal of memory and the source medium.

Shen Lin appeared again and came to a paper man. He was Liu San, one of the captains temporarily appointed by the headquarters.

"You seem embarrassed."

Liu San sat stiffly in the room of Ping An Hotel, like a dead corpse, without any sign of living people.

"You are very special. When I traced you, you seemed to be everywhere. You existed in more than 30 places in the entire Dajing City, and the same is true in other urban areas."

Shen Lin ignored Liu San's words, but looked at the paper man with a complicated look. Each paper man had an independent thought and could be invaded by Shen Lin.

In fact, his original intention was to enter the memory of a person named Li Leping, but every time he invaded, the memory medium would disappear, as if it had been forgotten, and he could not find the entry point at all.

"Everyone is special to be the captain, but now is not the time to talk about it."

Liu San turned his head and looked at Shen Lin, "One of my paper figures told me that Guihua and Guicha have completely lost control. Cao Yang, Li Jun, Li Leping, Fang Shiming, these captains are all trapped in In the ghost world of ghost paintings, I hope you can provide relative support."

"it is as expected."

Shen Lin recalled what happened to the deceased. It was a scene of ghost paintings, and outside, it might have been shrouded in the ghost realm of ghost paintings.

"It's better to communicate this matter with the guys at the headquarters as soon as possible, but if you ask them to find the derivative paintings at the exit of Dajing City in the ghost painting world, they can escape along the streets, but I think they can hide in the ghost paintings On the contrary, the world will be safer, because sooner or later the outside will be eroded by ghosts, and once the independent ghost babies of starving ghosts are conceived, these will be the nourishment for ghosts."

Shen Lin said this and then disappeared directly.

The three ghosts' confrontation will not last long. Even if the ghost realm of ghost paintings can be infinite, once the ghosts are allowed to develop, these two S-level ghosts will eventually become the puzzle piece of this ghost.

In the headquarters, in Cao Yanhua's office, Wang Xiaoming was sitting on the sofa with his eyes blank. His two losses seemed to have caused his long-standing self-confidence to hit the bottom. His eyes were dim, without light, and he seemed to be confused about everything. research projects were met with resistance.

The release of the starving ghost became the straw that broke the camel's back, and he seemed tired.

Looking at the gray world outside the window and the dim lights in the city, Wang Xiaoming pulled out a pistol from his waist and looked at the iron metal shell. He once imagined that his heart was as cold as the iron sheet, even if the experiment was frustrated, even if In the face of doubts, as long as he is determined that he is making a contribution to mankind, he can ignore anyone's words and ignore anyone's ideas.

But in the end, he discovered that people's hearts are not as good as iron. He couldn't let go of the failure of the research on ghosts, couldn't let go of the consequences after the starving ghosts were released, and couldn't let go of the fact that his brother was killed.

In fact, he found that he was like most people, his feelings were just subconsciously ignored by him at some point, and he couldn't be hard-hearted at all.

After staring with guilt for a long time, he finally pointed the gun at his head.

Just hearing a 'bang' sound, he could not face the current Dajing City. The guilt made him choose to escape. At this moment, he seemed tired, and he wanted to be relieved just like that.

However, the fantasy in his mind seemed to last too long. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still safe and sound. In front of him was a white mist, and in the white mist, Feng Quan stood quietly, and behind him Around him, Xiong Wenwen, A Hong, Tong Qian and others also gathered here.

As soon as Cao Yanhua pushed away the office, he noticed the scene in front of him. If Feng Quan hadn't taken action in time, he would have been punished again this time.

"Why? Why did you stop me? Why did you let me live? The defeat of the Starving Ghost will create a more terrifying ghost. The situation is completely out of control. Why should you save me? I am a sinner of all mankind. I am the sinner of all mankind!”

Wang Xiaoming looked at the still warm muzzle of the gun and the bullet embedded in the wall behind him. He was stunned for a moment, and then roared like crazy.

At this moment, he released everything that was squeezed in his heart. He wanted to be free and wanted this only chance to escape, but he still failed.

Seeing this, he reluctantly held the pistol again, and continued gunshots rang out in the office until the magazine was empty.

But he still didn't die.

He weakly threw down the pistol in his hand, then sat back on the sofa, holding his head and burying it deeply in his knees.

At this moment, the people outside the room seemed to have the illusion that they did not recognize the Professor Wang in front of them. The cold-faced, rational, and absolutely self-interested Professor Wang had turned into what he is now, a strange look of being fragile, helpless, self-blaming and decadent.

Perhaps Wang Xiaoming doesn't want to maintain such a personality.

Cao Yanhua didn't speak. He walked into the office silently, picked up the pistol on the ground, and then quietly closed the door.

He felt that Wang Xiaoming needed a calm space to think, but to be on the safe side, he let Feng Quan stay here.

Wang Xiaoming could not die. Tong Qian wanted to go up to comfort him, but was stopped by Cao Yanhua, "He is such a person. The more times he is like this, the more he needs to be alone and calm."

"Notify all the ghost masters still at the headquarters to assemble and stand by. I'll go to Mr. Qin's place."

Cao Yanhua's mood was very complicated. He came to the door of the room where Mr. Qin was, knocked on the door, and then walked in.

Mr. Qin sat on the chair in the room with his eyes closed. On the desk, a strange box was placed here, as if he was waiting for Cao Yanhua's arrival.

"Mr. Qin, the situation outside has completely collapsed now, and Dajing City is about to fall."

His voice was sluggish, just like Wang Xiaoming who was a little helpless.

"I know, but the solution is not impossible. You give this to the young man named Yang Jian. I have to go out today. After today, let him bring this thing to me."

In the hands of Mr. Qin, there is a box made of mahogany. The box has holes around it. It is small and delicate, like the musical instruments that people held in their hands in the past.

"Is this a music box?"

Cao Yanhua naturally knew about this thing. It was one of the secrets of the headquarters. Like the human skin lantern where Li Jun's ghost fire was imprisoned, it was a confidential supernatural object.

Although he didn't know why Mr. Qin chose to hand this box to Yang Jian, he must have a reason. He didn't ask too much about it. He couldn't guess what the old man was thinking, but as long as he could stabilize the current situation ,This is enough.

(End of this chapter)