Mysterious resurgence

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

Yang Jian walked out of the world of oil paintings with a firm attitude and murderous intent.

Several captains also came out of the world of oil paintings 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 Ghost Domain, you can get there within a minute." Liu San said.

"Everything goes well. This can all be over within an hour. I have to return to Ohara City before evening." He Yin'er was already a little impatient at this moment.

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

"Where is Zhou Deng? Where did he go again." When Yang Jian was about to set off, he found that there was one less person in the team.

"He's wandering around on the fifth floor." Sun Ruiju said with 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 air and fell down with a cry of surprise.

"boom!"

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

"Hello everyone."

Yang Jian stared at him and said, "What is that in your hand?"

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

"Forget it, let's go."

Yang Jian didn't care that much, but the thing in Zhou Deng's hand did look 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 Confused about this matter.

Immediately.

Everyone set off again.

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

Shuangqiao Town is a very ordinary town. If it weren't for 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 spend your old age.

But a strange thing broke the peace of Shuangqiao Town.

This afternoon.

Snow suddenly fell on the sky in Shuangqiao Town.

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

On the side of the road, a pedestrian thought it was snowing and reached out to pick it up, only to find that what he had in his hand was actually paper dust.

At first, there was relatively little paper dust falling, but soon, more and more paper dust fell, the sky began to be obscured, and the surrounding green mountains and green waters gradually turned into a gray one, and the whole color was gorgeous. The world suddenly seemed to have lost its color, leaving only grayish white.

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

"Why are there so many paper ashes? Someone is burning paper on the mountain, but now is not the time to burn paper to worship." Someone speculated.

"It must be air pollution. How much paper must be burned to produce so much paper ashes? There must be some chemical factory built nearby." Some elderly men said plausibly.

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

However, their lives were not affected at all, and they remained as they should be. They were just unable to adapt to such sudden changes for a while.

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

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

"Zhang Xianguang deserves to die if the ghost painting is out of control."

Li Jun's face was gloomy, and his empty eyes were staring at 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 an ugly look.

"Can't we bring these people out?" He Yin'er frowned.

Yang Jian's face was indifferent: "You can't take it out. There is a ghost realm of ghost paintings ahead. Entering there is equivalent to entering the world of ghost paintings. If you want to get out, there is only one way, and that is to find the ghost paintings and get out of them." Come out of the painting’s frame.”

"Is it the same as the oil painting that I entered and exited just now?" He Yin'er asked.

"Yes, of course it is not ruled out that other supernatural means can be used to enter and exit ghost paintings, 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 traced it, we dare not get involved easily, because if we are not careful, we may be trapped and die in the world of ghost paintings. , the last operation conducted by the headquarters against Ghost Painting ended with the group being wiped out."

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 would come directly to Shuangqiao Town?"

Lu Zhiwen said: "We got the news from Sun Rui, and as soon as we knew the news, we immediately set off and came straight here. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for Zhang Xianguang to prepare in advance."

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

"Now is no longer the time to worry about such things. The ghost painting is out of control." Li Jun said, but he had not finished speaking yet.

Suddenly.

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

Gray-white paper dust slowly fell from the top of his head.

"The ghost realm of ghost paintings is getting bigger and faster. Isn't this a normal out-of-control situation? It seems like someone is controlling everything?"

Yang Jian stared intently, feeling that his ghost eyes were being suppressed at the moment and wanted to close them.

"Could Guihua be controlled?" Li Jun asked.

Yang Jian said: "Absolutely impossible. There is no way to control such a powerful ghost. Even Zhang Xianguang does not dare to control ghost paintings. This is asking for death. There are only two roads in front of us now. Either enter Shuangqiao Town, find Zhang Xianguang and solve him, and then join forces to deal with the ghost painting incident."

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

"Once the former fails, the ghost painting will be out of control, the captain will die, and the situation will be completely out of control. The latter is safer, but Shuangqiao Town must be abandoned. The eight of us are captains, so don't ask about the headquarters, let's vote."

After speaking, he looked at everyone.

Everyone looked solemn, naturally understanding how important this decision was.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy.

But at this moment, a phone rang.

Yang indirectly answered the phone, but the signal at this moment had been interfered with by supernatural beings, and there was a hissing noise.

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

"Captain Yang, there's something going on in Dahan City. It seems like it's raining gray paper dust. How is the situation over there? Have you found Zhang Xianguang?"

Sun Rui was standing at the door, looking at the gray sky in Dahan City with a look of worry.

"I understand, give me some time to solve it. Also, be careful about Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting, and erase him if necessary. This person may have problems." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

Others also heard the voice on the phone.

"Are there any signs that Dahan City was invaded by ghost paintings?" Everyone was silent for a moment.

"This is not just happening in Dahan City, but also in other nearby towns."

Lu Zhiwen looked into the distance and said: "Yang Jian is right, the ghost painting is not out of control, but controlled by others. Some people want to spread the ghost domain of the ghost painting. After all, according to the theory, the ghost painting The ghost realm can be expanded infinitely until it covers all the people who triggered the ghost painting murder pattern."

"If someone takes advantage of this, the impact of ghost paintings will be beyond imagination."

"Since this is the case, there is no need to vote now. If we don't kill the other party and deal with the ghost paintings, these things will probably come to my Ohara City."

He Yin'er had a cold face and walked towards Shuangqiao Town without hesitation.

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

"Let's go."

Wei Jing turned around numbly and walked forward as well.

Yang Jian didn't speak at this moment. Water was leaking from his feet. 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 gurgling and spreading.

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

Li Jun, Liu San, Li Leping, Zhou Deng, and Lu Zhiwen also followed immediately without saying a word.