It was at the same time that Su Yuan and the captains discovered that something was wrong in the oil painting.
Dahan City has undergone amazing changes.
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. There is so much paper dust and there is so much less paper. 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 in any way, and they remained as they should be. They were just unable to adapt to such sudden changes for a while.
The expected worst-case scenario still happened.
Ghost paintings were completely out of control under man-made conditions. At this moment, not only was there a gray rain in the sky in Shuangqiao Town, but also in nearby villages and towns. Even Dahan City was invaded by ghost paintings.
signs.
Although Shuangqiao Town and Dahan City are separated by a long distance.
However, the invasion of ghost paintings can ignore the influence of distance. Even if it is a city thousands of kilometers apart, as long as someone has seen the real ghost paintings and triggered the killing pattern of the ghost paintings, it will not be long before that city will also be ghost painted.
shrouded in ghostland.
Until finally, all the invaded areas were connected to form an unimaginably huge ghost painting world.
It is precisely because of this that this painting was classified as an S-class supernatural incident.
Sun Rui was standing at the door now, looking at the gray sky in Dahan City with a look of worry.
Yang Jian and the others went into the oil painting to look for Zhang Xianguang, but they didn't know if they could succeed. Now the ghost painting is out of control again, and they still need to solve it...
But at this moment, Sun Rui seemed to notice something and turned around suddenly, only to see Zhang Xianguang and several people slowly walking down from the second floor of the post office.
Seeing this situation, Sun Rui had a look of shock on his face.
"you……"
But the words haven't been finished yet, but the next moment.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the apartment door was knocked open by a strong force.
A man in his early thirties strode in: "The plan can begin, everything is ready."
"Nie Yingping, you did a good job, everything went smoothly." Zhang Xianguang's face was expressionless, as if he expected it.
At this moment, the man named Nie Yingping placed the huge oil painting in his hand heavily on the ground.
The oil painting was covered with black cloth and the appearance could not be clearly seen, but a feeling told Sun Rui that this was a ghost painting, but it should not be the real original ghost painting, but a derivative.
"Let's go." Zhang Xianguang said.
He wants to leave here with the help of this oil painting. Only in this way can he not escape from the ghost post office, but also leave here.
Nie Yingping stared at Sun Rui and said, "What should he do? He is also the manager of the post office."
"Don't pay attention. He can't interfere with what we want to do, and neither can those who were misled by me in the oil painting. And now he knows it is too late. Even if he wants to stop it, there is nothing he can do, because I am also the manager of the post office, regardless of him.
No matter what I do, I can change it."
Zhang Xianguang ignored Sun Rui. Either he didn't step out, or he would succeed once he did.
So Sun Rui's existence is not important to him.
Anyway, he was the one who finally controlled the ghost painting and everything, not Sun Rui.
Sun Rui's face was particularly ugly. He held the cane tightly, veins popped out, and he wanted to fight the opponent desperately, but he knew that he was no opponent, and even his identity as a post office manager did not give him any advantage.
Nie Yingping nodded, untied the black cloth, and revealed the ghost painting.
Zhang Xianguang walked into the world of ghost paintings without hesitation and disappeared into the ghost post office.
"What a waste. Are you worthy of being the fourth manager?"
Nie Yingping glanced at Sun Rui, then turned and left with the ghost painting.
"hateful."
Sun Rui felt powerless at this moment. He understood that he was not the manager he had earned by himself, but was promoted to him by Yang Jian and Su Yuan.
"However, you will regret your ignorance today. The reason I won't fight you is because I know I can't stop you on my own, but it doesn't mean I don't have a way."
He gritted his teeth, picked up his cane and struck it hard on the ground.
Suddenly, a channel was opened.
Su Yuan and the captains walked out of it one after another.
"Damn it, we were misled."
At this moment, Su Yuan felt very unhappy.
That old guy Zhang Xianguang didn't follow the routine and forced him to do something. This was completely beyond his expectation.
But it also proves how terrifying this person is, and his careful mind is probably no less than that of Yang Jian.
It’s no wonder that he has been able to live from the Republic of China to the present. Anyone who is stupider may have died long ago and the grass on his grave is as tall as a person’s.
The moment he saw the captains, Sun Rui said hurriedly: "Everyone, Zhang Xianguang just borrowed the ghost painting to leave. Now the ghost painting has covered nearby cities. Please stop him."
Hearing this, Su Yuan spoke slowly: "It is inevitable that Gui Hua is out of control. The other party's plan has been started and it is difficult to stop it again. Moreover, you all know Zhang Xianguang's character and must not be underestimated.
"
"I have a bold idea. The situation is already chaotic anyway, so why not make it even more chaotic?"
When Yang Jian and the captains heard this, they couldn't help but look at Su Yuan curiously, wondering what he had in mind.
"What kind of chaos?"
Su Yuandao: "I went to lure me, the resurrected ghost of Zhongzhou City, to curb the spread of ghost paintings. In this way, if Zhang Xianguang wants to complete his plan, he must first face me, the resurrected ghost.
Then we can wait for the opportunity to act, wouldn’t it be wonderful?”