On the playground of the abandoned Shuangqiao Town Primary School, a group of ghost masters representing the top of the supernatural circle are currently engaged in a fierce supernatural confrontation.
With just one move, it is an unreserved killing move that is bound to kill the opponent on the spot.
The supernatural confrontation is full of uncertainties and dangers. If you are not careful, even a captain-level ghost controller will die on the spot.
While Zhang Xianguang was fighting with several captains.
Not far from Shuangqiao Town Primary School.
Several people were watching this place, and they didn't dare to get close, because the ghosts had been lured over and surrounded the place, forming a death battle arena. Anyone who came close would trigger the ghosts' killing pattern.
"Not one of the eight captains will be left behind. Zhang Xianguang's life is worth it. Not to mention that he can kill everyone in one go. Even if he only needs to fight half of them, Guizhan can kill all the remaining people. This is a battle.
A battle with no winner."
An old man with age spots looked solemnly, looking at the area blocked by darkness.
His name is Zhang Xian, and he is also from Shuangqiao Town. Although he looks older, in fact he can only be regarded as a junior in front of Zhang Xianguang.
"Is this why he asked me to lure the ghosts here? He is indeed ruthless. He wants to use his own life to replace the eight captains of the headquarters. If this succeeds, no one in the supernatural circle can stop his plan."
Chen Qiaoyang said with narrowed eyes.
Zhang Xian said calmly: "This is the safest option. If the eight captains join forces and fight to the end, Zhang Xianguang will most likely lose. And we can't afford to lose, we can only win, so we have to use this extreme method."
"If a few of us join forces, we may not be able to defeat each other."
Chen Qiaoyang said: "You also know my methods, and there is no disadvantage in dealing with this kind of prepared battle."
"I know, but the other party is not simple, and he also has back-ups. Zhang Xianguang will not bet on this move at such a critical moment, and I don't recommend it," Zhang Xian said.
Chen Qiaoyang nodded and said: "I understand. After decades of planning, I definitely don't want the final battle to determine the outcome. Otherwise, it would be unfair to lose one battle and lose the whole game. Since we have to fight, we must fight meaningfully. Now
The ghosts have surrounded the place, so what are we doing here?"
Then he asked again.
Zhang Xian said: "To prevent the plan from failing, let the ghosts lose control when necessary, increase the number of ghosts to suppress, and give the remaining captains the most fatal blow to prevent a few surviving captains from escaping."
"I see."
Chen Qiaoyang squinted his eyes and said, "No wonder you need me to watch here."
"They already lost the moment they entered Shuangqiao Town Primary School." Zhang Xian said, "This is a world of ghost paintings, and they can't escape."
"Then I really have to wait and see how those captains died in the end."
Chen Qiaoyang was also looking forward to it.
Zhang Xian turned his head and looked in another direction at this moment: "While all the captains are fighting here, we can almost start taking action over there."
What he was referring to was the Dahan City Ghost Post Office.
And inside the ghost post office.
Sun Ruijie stood at the door with a cane, looking at the gray sky outside, his brows furrowed, showing a look of deep worry.
"The situation of supernatural erosion is getting more and more serious. It looks like the whole city will be shrouded in the ghost realm of ghost paintings in a while. I don't know if Yang Jian and the others can stop it in time. If it's too late,
If there are a few, then this city will probably be doomed."
He was very worried at the moment because he was the person in charge of Dahan City.
After being in charge of the city for so long, now I can only watch the supernatural beings appear, but I am powerless.
But what Sun Rui didn't notice was.
In the world of oil painting.
The real Zhang Xianguang is still staying in the ghost post office. He is silent, just sitting quietly in a corner, silently thinking about time in his heart.
There is no concept of time in oil paintings, so he can only make a rough estimate based on what was in his mind after Yang Jian left at that time.
This time cannot be too early or too late.
Exposure too early will increase unnecessary risks, but exposure too late will affect the smooth progress of the plan, so it is stuck at a very critical point.
"I don't know when I can get out of this hellish place. I have been trapped here for so long that I have almost forgotten what the outside world is like."
From the ghost post office in the oil painting, voices of complaint came again.
Sounds like this happen every day, so it's not surprising.
"I feel that this ghost painting is likely to get out of control, and this is also an opportunity for us."
"Opportunity? I think it's a crisis. If something supernatural happens, a lot of people will die outside."
While these people were talking, someone else looked at Zhang Xianguang in the corner.
"Hey, Zhang Xianguang, what are you trying to do out there? You're both killing the captain and making ghost paintings. I feel like you're planning something big, and you seem to be hiding something in what you just said to Yang Jian."
I thought Zhang Xianguang would not answer, but unexpectedly, Zhang Xianguang stood up slowly in the corner.
"It's almost time."
"What?"
Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting smiled slightly: "I said, it's almost time, I should leave here."
"Leave here? Zhang Xianguang, are you confused? We are all painted people. We are not real. We can only exist in the world of oil paintings. We can never leave. Even suicide is difficult to do. We can only be like
The dead souls generally linger here forever, unable to be free."
Someone stared at him strangely, as if Zhang Xianguang in front of him seemed strange for a moment.
Doesn't look like the person I usually know.
Zhang Xianguang didn't say anything and just walked out minding his own business.
The others stared at him in confusion, not knowing why.
"If you don't want to explain, no matter what you want to do, I will stop you."
At this time, Yang Xiao came out and stood at the door of the ghost post office, blocking his way.
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Others also noticed Zhang Xianguang's weirdness. Being reminded by Yang Xiao, they immediately stepped forward and blocked his way.
A group of at least a dozen people were all former messengers from the fifth floor. They were not considered top ghost controllers outside, but they could also be considered a huge supernatural force.
Zhang Xianguang said: "Explanation? That's fine. Considering that we have been together for so many years, I really should give you an explanation, so that you will not be kept in the dark until now."
"But this matter is a long story. I have other things to be busy with, so I'll keep it short."
"Actually, I am different from you. You are supernatural beings painted in oil paintings, but I am not. I am a normal living person."
"Are you kidding? A normal living person? You have lived in an oil painting for more than ten years, and you actually say you are a normal living person? Do you think I am blind?" Someone immediately retorted.
Yang Xiao also frowned: "You have been here since I sent the last letter. It is impossible for a normal ghost controller to remain unaffected by supernatural powers for more than ten years, and it is impossible not to eat or drink.
Under such circumstances, you can still maintain the normal functions of your body. Even if you are an alien, you cannot maintain this state forever."
"Yes, so I have another identity, that is, the manager of the post office. Only as a manager can I stay in the post office forever, remain the same for more than ten years, and blend in perfectly with you.
"Zhang Xianguang said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
The news revealed was no less than a bolt from the blue for them.
"Are you the manager of the post office?" Yang Xiao stared at him.
Zhang Xianguang nodded and said: "Yes, to be precise, I am the third manager, and the Sun Rui outside is the fourth manager. After all, the Ghost Post Office only allows one manager to exist without saying so."
"Okay, that's the basic thing. You should actually thank me, because I have made the ghost paintings cover the entire Dahan City. I will succeed soon. Once successful, you in the oil paintings will be able to enter the ghost world.
The world of painting, escape from this narrow place, and if you are lucky, you can still see your former relatives and friends. I believe that the days to come will not be boring."
"Um?"
They were stunned for a moment, then understood, and their eyes suddenly shrank.
"You madman, want to drag the whole city into a ghost painting?"
"That's wrong, it's not the whole city, but all the cities and all the people. Only by staying in the world of ghost paintings can we isolate ourselves from supernatural attacks and ensure that everyone lives a safe life." Zhang Xianguang said seriously and coldly.
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To be continued...