Mysterious Recovery

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Chapter 1284? Terrible plan

The worst-case scenario was expected.

Under the artificial circumstances, the ghost painting has completely lost control. At this moment, it is not only the sky in Shuangqiao Town that is raining gray paper ash, but also the nearby villages and towns, and even Dahan City has signs of ghost painting invasion. occur.

Although Shuangqiao Town and Dahan City are separated by a long distance.

But the invasion of ghost paintings can ignore the influence of distance, even if it is a city separated by thousands of kilometers? As long as someone has seen a real ghost painting and triggered the killing rules of ghost paintings, it will not be long before that city will also be ghosted. Painted ghost realm shrouded.

Until the end, all the invaded areas were connected together, forming an unimaginably huge ghost painting world.

It is precisely because of this that this painting is designated as an S-class supernatural event.

"The residents of Shuangqiao Town don't seem to realize that the danger is coming."

Walking on the road in the town, Li Jun, who was wearing sunglasses, looked left and right, but found that the residents on the road were all calm and not panicking. Facing the falling paper dust, he just held an umbrella to cover it. , did not care too much.

"They haven't seen ghost paintings, and ghosts won't stare at them, so they are safe for the time being, but it's only a matter of time before they stay in the ghost realm of ghost paintings and are stared at by ghosts." Liu San said.

"I can't control them now, the ghost paintings are getting out of control, and more and more people must be affected. In the oil paintings, Zhang Xianguang said that they might be in an old private school in Shuangqiao Town, although I don't know if it's true or not. , but you still have to go and have a look." Wei Jing looked numb, his eyes searched around and seemed to find something. Remember the URL m.xbeqge. com

But nothing gained.

They have entered the world of ghost paintings, where everyone's ghost realm has been affected, and the action is not so convenient.

Of course, this has an impact on them, as well as on Zhang Xianguang and others.

"I asked a few old people in the town. There is indeed such a private school, but it was converted into a school many years ago, and its current name should be called Shuangqiao Town Primary School."

Liu San was silent for a while, then suddenly said.

His paper figurine also entered Shuangqiao Town unknowingly.

Even if he didn't leave, he could still understand the situation around him through the paper man.

"Shuangqiao Town Primary School?"

Lu Zhiwen pointed in one direction and said, "It should be over there."

Everyone changed their direction, and at the same time accelerated their speed, and went straight to Shuangqiao Town Primary School.

When they arrived, they did see a five-story building. The building was surrounded by a high courtyard wall. A lock was hung on the two iron doors that had long been rusted. They could see that the school's playground was full of weeds, and it could be seen that the primary school had not been used for a long time.

Yang Jian walked to the iron door, stretched out his hand and pulled it, the iron door twisted, the lock on it broke immediately, and the door slowly opened with a creak.

"No matter how you look at that group of people, they don't seem to be hiding here. Is it that Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting is lying?"

Li Jun frowned, and the ghostly fire in his eyes was beating, ready to ignite this place at any time.

"His words are not credible, but at some point we have to believe them. After all, we are eager to find Zhang Xianguang. We should try any clue, and some of his news is indeed true. The ghost painting is in Shuangqiao. This town has the deepest traces of being invaded by supernatural beings, so the loss of control of ghost paintings must have started in Shuangqiao Town."

"As for whether Zhang Xianguang will be here or not, we will find out after looking for it." Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

"However, a large group of us, known as the captain, went around in circles and couldn't even find the enemy. It would be shameful to say it out." He Yin'er said a little displeased.

But to say the least.

But the group still walked into the abandoned school.

"I feel it. There are indeed people in that building. It seems that our luck is not very bad."

Suddenly, Liu San narrowed his eyes, staring at the old school building in front of him.

His perception was indeed correct.

next moment.

At the entrance of the stairs of the abandoned building, a footstep sounded, and a person slowly walked down the dim steps.

This person is... Zhang Xianguang.

He actually took the initiative to show up, and he didn't plan to continue to hide, or for him, there was no need to hide.

"You are a step late, but it's not your fault. After all, I have planned this matter for a long time, and there is absolutely no possibility of failure."

However, as soon as Zhang Xianguang came out, he was not surprised the moment he saw everyone, but he had expected it, and he said this.

"Where's the ghost painting?" Yang Jian stared at him with a cold face, not in a hurry.

Zhang Xianguang smiled and shook his head: "Ghost painting? At this point, ghost painting is no longer important. You only need to know that ghost painting is now out of control, and the speed of losing control is very fast..."

"Use the ghost painting to get out of control, let the ghost realm invade the town, and pull everything in reality into the ghost painting. This is your plan? Do you want to let the supernatural power kill everyone?" Lu Zhiwen asked.

Zhang Xianguang said, "No, on the contrary, I want to save everyone. The outside world is full of supernatural beings. Ordinary people are precarious. How many ghosts can you solve by running around here and there as ghost riders? The failure of the previous generation is the best. testimonies, so we have to take a different path.”

"For example, let them live in the world of ghost paintings. After all, the world of ghost paintings can expand infinitely, and it is large enough to accommodate everyone. You have experienced ghost paintings before, and you should also know that after a city abroad is eroded by ghost paintings, there are Many survivors have lived in ghost paintings for more than half a year, and they are still healthy."

He made a terrifying remark that he wanted everyone to live in a world of ghost paintings.

"You really are a lunatic, can you come up with such a stupid plan?"

Li Jun said coldly, "It will be sooner or later to be killed by ghosts in the world of ghost paintings."

"madness?"

Zhang Xianguang looked at him: "Do you think I can't think of the problem you have in mind? The reason why ghost paintings are dangerous is that no one can control them, but what if someone can successfully control ghost paintings? The world will no longer be in danger, because all dangers are manageable."

"Even the top ghost rider will die one day. The spiritual erosion is irreversible. Your crazy plan is doomed to fail." He Yin'er said.

As a spiritist, according to the theory, she can only live for about a hundred years at most.

Then the limit will come and she will die.

The previous conjurer had a shorter lifespan, only less than sixty years old.

Zhang Xianguang said: "I have also considered your problem, and thought of a solution 20 years ago, that is, let a person who will never die control ghost paintings."

"No one will not die." Liu San said.

Yang Jian's face moved slightly: "No, there is a kind of person who won't die."

"Who?" The others looked at Yang Jian,

Zhang Xianguang smiled: "It seems that you have already reacted, yes, there is a kind of person who will not die,"

"The manager of the ghost post office." Yang Jian's expression became solemn.

Sun Rui?

Immediately, everyone thought of Sun Rui, the former head of Dahan City.

Even if Sun Rui was decapitated and lost his body, he could still survive without the ghosts in his body to maintain his life.

"Do you want the managers of the post office to control ghost paintings, and then use the characteristics of ghost paintings to invade reality, so that everyone can live in the world of ghost paintings, isolate the supernatural events outside, and solve the harm caused by supernatural things once and for all? The manager of the ghost post office will not die, so he can control the ghost painting forever, so that the ghost painting will no longer get out of control?"

Yang Jian understood Zhang Xianguang's thoughts at this moment.

"Yes, it is."

Zhang Xianguang nodded and said: "And I call this plan the Peach Blossom Spring Project, just as the ancients described it, living in a world of Peach Blossom Spring without competition, and as the manager of this world, I can solve the disaster, War, supernatural beings, disease...everything is perfect, isn't it?"

"However, the new world still needs order and management. If possible, I hope you can join my plan to help me maintain and improve this new world."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to everyone and made an invitation.

"I really made your plan a success, then all people's lives are tied to you, once you have a problem, everyone will die in the ghost painting, billions of lives, you are so confident, you can recite it by yourself. move?"

Yang Jian clenched the cracked spear in his hand.

"I have also considered this point, so most of the time I will not personally manage the new world, but will hand it over to people with lofty ideals, such as Tian Xiaoyue, such as Sun Rui, and such as you captains, after all, the ancients cloud , A man has no self, a **** or a man has no merit, and a sage has no name."

"What does he mean?" Zhou Deng asked in confusion.

Lu Zhiwen opened his mouth and said: "The best people have no self, gods and people have no merit, and saints have no name, which means that people who have reached the extreme can't have prejudice, and existences like gods and Buddhas can't do things, because if they don't do it, they can't be wrong. Being able to be worshipped forever, and people like sages and sages cannot pursue fame and fortune, and are bound by fame and fortune.

"Is that still human?" Zhou Deng was surprised.

"To be able to do this, it is no longer human, but the way of heaven." Lu Zhiwen said.

"Zhang Xianguang, do you think we will believe this kind of fooling shit?"

He Yin'er said with a cold face: "And your plan is destined to be impossible, because today you will die."

"The manager of the post office will not die." Zhang Xianguang shook his head.

Yang Jian said: "You are not a manager now, and a real manager can't leave the ghost post office."

Zhang Xianguang said: "That's right, there is no way for a real manager to leave the ghost post office. There is only one way to leave, and that is death."

"You're not a manager, then you're talking nonsense. You've been fooling a ghost for a long time." Zhou Deng scolded.

Zhang Xianguang came slowly, and he said, "But I'm not the real Zhang Xianguang either."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone immediately woke up.

Their eyes widened immediately, and they thought of the man in the oil painting.

"It seems that you have responded, but unfortunately, the response is still a bit slow. After I became the manager of the post office, I never left the ghost post office, because this plan requires the identity of the manager." Zhang Xianguang said.

"So it turns out, so my pen didn't point to the wrong place." Lu Zhiwen's eyes darkened.

Zhou Deng was even more puzzled: "If you are not Zhang Xianguang, who are you?"

"He is Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting. Every courier has three choices after delivering the last letter. Either leave the ghost post office or choose to go to the sixth floor of the ghost post office, and if you choose to go to the sixth floor of the ghost post office, you can become a ghost post office. As for the third option, it is to resurrect a person in an oil painting."

Yang Jian took a deep breath and was shocked by the horror of this guy.

"Zhang Xianguang left the ghost post office after delivering the letter for the first time, and left behind his own portrait. The second time he entered the ghost post office, after delivering the last letter, he chose to resurrect himself in the oil painting, but after the resurrection was successful He would go back to the first floor of the ghost post office again and start delivering letters again, until the third time he delivered the last letter and he became the manager."

"So, although Zhang Xianguang went in and out of the ghost post office twice, he actually delivered the last letter three times, because only in this way can he meet his current requirements."

Although he understood, Yang Jian was still shocked.

After clearing the ghost post office three times, this Zhang Xianguang can still survive and become the manager of the post office. How scary is this?

You must know that the task of sending a letter increases the difficulty according to the strength of the messenger. It is not that Zhang Xianguang will be easier after clearing the level once.

At the beginning, Yang Jian was already a top ghost controler, and he became an outlier. In the end, he almost died in the process of delivering letters several times after clearing the ghost post office.

"You're right, I sent the last letter three times."

Zhang Xianguang didn't deny it, he nodded and admitted: "But all these secrets have no meaning from today, and I took the initiative to say all of this in order to let you understand that my plan is successful, not a mirror image. "

"In this way, your plan is indeed very likely to succeed. No wonder you will work hard for it for decades." Yang Jian said.

He Yin'er said in surprise: "You actually believed his nonsense?"

"Why don't you believe it? He is not a madman without reason, but he has really found a feasible way. Although it is extreme, he can indeed solve the supernatural incident once and for all." Yang Jian said.

Zhang Xianguang smiled and said, "It seems that there are still people who can understand me."

"However, your plan is good, but the uncertainty of risking so many lives to bet on supernatural beings. To be honest, I don't dare to bet, so I hope you will stop this plan. If you can, please die now. , so as not to cause trouble for us." Yang Jian said seriously.

"Then I can understand that the negotiation failed? Do other captains think the same way?" Zhang Xianguang said.

"I have other ideas. If you are willing to commit suicide, I can leave two paper figures to help you guard the tomb." Liu San said.

Li Jun said: "The corpse of such a person should be burnt up, lest the ghost revive after death."

"I said don't waste time, do it early, solve it early, maybe he's procrastinating." He Yin'er said.

Zhang Xianguang sighed when he heard these words: "Since the negotiation failed, then you should stop blocking me from doing things, so please let the captains die here today."

"Is it?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded beside him, and Li Leping, who had never spoken, appeared beside him at some point, and a cold palm grabbed Zhang Xianguang's wrist.

"Good job, Li Leping." Li Jun immediately strode forward.

The ghost fire ignited the entire building in an instant, and at the same time, the fire overflowed, directly surrounding Zhang Xianguang.

next moment.

A blackened straw rope hung down from the air, directly strangling Zhang Xianguang's neck and hanging him up.

"Did you succeed?"

The other captains didn't make a move, just watched this scene coldly.

They have to be vigilant around them.

Because Zhang Xianguang is not alone, he has accomplices.

The sound of bones breaking cracked.

Zhang Xianguang, who was hung by the straw rope, glanced at Li Leping next to him with difficulty: "I won't make the same mistake twice. I can't remember you, but I will beware of you."

"Ok?"

Li Leping frowned.

Zhang Xianguang immediately stopped struggling, he lowered his head, lost the ability to move, and seemed to be dead.

After the death, the corpse was rapidly decaying, the flesh and blood on the body peeled off, and soon only a white bone was left, and then the bone shattered, turned into powder, and disappeared.

The corpse just dissipated out of thin air.

But suddenly.

Li Leping looked towards the stairs.

There was the sound of footsteps, followed by the metallic sound of the old rusty knife rubbing against the ground.

Zhang Xianguang walked down the stairs again.

At this moment, Li Leping sensed the danger and did not wait for him to prepare.

An arm slowly detached from the body and fell to the ground.

Thick blood spurted out.

Li Leping immediately grabbed the fallen arm and stepped back slowly, his face changing uncertainly.

"If you want to stop me, you have to work hard, otherwise it is very likely that the group will be destroyed."

Zhang Xianguang, who came down again, patted his shoulder.

The ghost fire burning on his shoulders was directly extinguished by him.

Not only that.

Anomalies were also heard around the abandoned playground.

At this moment, the sky was no longer gray, but quickly darkened.

A mass of darkness enveloped here.

"The ghost is coming."

Wei Jing looked at the familiar darkness and said numbly.

"What a joke, how can the ghost appear at this time." Zhou Deng was shocked.

In Li Jun's hollow eyes, the flames danced: "It must be made by Chen Qiaoyang, the ghost shepherd."

However, the figure of Chen Qiaoyang was not seen around.

The living only see ghosts, but life and death see ghost shepherds.

Now it seems that this statement is true.

"The quota of ghosts is 9. Once you are placed on the order, you will definitely die. We must get together." Wei Jing said again.

As soon as these words came out, the other captains immediately leaned over.

Eight captains gathered together, the number of ghosts definitely exceeded 9, and the attack of the ghosts could be ignored in a short time.

"Then the question is, the ghost is more dangerous, or am I more dangerous?"

At this moment, another figure came out of the abandoned classroom.

The man also carried an old, rusted broadsword.

He is still Zhang Xianguang.

Do not.

Not only that, the second, third, and third Zhang Xianguang walked out from every corner of the teaching building.

They are all exactly the same, there is no difference, even the supernatural weapons are the same.

A full five Zhang Xianguang gathered and came together.

"Infinite restart?"

This scene seems familiar, but it makes people feel extremely frightening.

"This guy....."

Yang Jian's face was grim. This was the first time he felt the oppression of being a ghost rider.

(End of this chapter)