Chapter 91: One person and one sword in the painting
As everyone left, even Li Yao left the conference room. She still had many things to do. Winning over candidates for the captain's plan was not an easy task.
They have to make some preparations. After all, they still want to see Yang Jian join the circle of friends. Fighting and killing is not a good idea.
After they all left, Fang Shiming was the only one left in the conference room. He sat alone on the chair with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"Mysterious guy, the person in charge of Dajiang City, controls starving ghosts, solves S-class supernatural incidents and ghost dramas, often disappears, and his mental state is in severe danger..."
The corners of Fang Shiming's mouth raised slightly:
"It sounds good. If there wasn't room for two tigers in one mountain, I might really try to win you over. Unfortunately, the circle of friends only needs one voice, and there can only be one voice."
"So it's good if the well water doesn't interfere with the river water, otherwise I won't be able to kill you, but the price will be a bit heavy."
Thinking of the information someone in the headquarters specifically revealed to them, Fang Shiming shook his head, stopped thinking about it, stood up and walked towards the conference room.
He's just a Lin Qian, he can't make any waves, he's just an exaggerated starving ghost, and he's not worthy of his attention.
He's just a starving ghost. How strong can he be if he can be defeated by a mere Yang Jian?
If the headquarters hadn't allowed them to go to their circle of friends at that time, maybe the Starving Ghost would already be in their circle of friends. If this kind of fierce ghost can be controlled by Lin Qian, then he can also be controlled by him.
Just from this point of view, it can be seen that the Starving Ghost incident is not S-class, because it is recognized in the industry that there is no possibility of controlling S-class ghosts. The foreign ghost controller is a lesson learned from the past.
It didn't take more than half a day after the ghost called me to wake up, and there was no way to relieve it.
From this, we can see that the starving ghosts are only A-level at best, and cannot be S-level.
Fang Shiming walked out of the conference room with contempt in his eyes. He had to become an alien. Taking the path of balancing the evil spirits would lead to death sooner or later.
The path of the Republic of China was wrong!
The circle of friends started to take action. Although many things were not explained clearly at the meeting, it did not prevent them from sitting back and enjoying the results. Anyway, it was not the bosses like them who did the work.
In a room at the headquarters, Mr. Qin looked at a gold box on the table with an expressionless face, and all the conversations at the circle of friends meeting rang in his ears.
The old man grinned, his eyes full of indifference:
"It's okay, it's not a bad idea to try the evil god. If you're lucky, maybe a few will survive. If you're not lucky, you'll be out of luck."
"Anyway, these little things dance very fast, and the strongest people in the Shishishi era will be at ease. Of course, they must survive first..."
The old man murmured to himself, staring at the gold box on the table, and fell into silence. Black and white pictures kept appearing in his eyes, and the supernatural power spread, but it stopped suddenly, and all the supernatural phenomena disappeared in an instant.
"Alas...there is no future without me..."
A sigh of vicissitudes of life sounded from the house, and then it returned to calm.
The times are summing up, and the old man's final time is approaching.
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In Big Z City, in front of a hotel surrounded by police cordons, stood a young man in his early twenties, holding an old hatchet.
Next to the young man, there was a man and a woman. The man seemed to be a black man. To be precise, he was darker than the black man. He was so black and shiny that the black man did not dare to say he was a black man in front of him.
The woman has a well-proportioned figure, wears a black trench coat, is about 1.7 meters tall, not much worse than a young man, and looks heroic.
But through the brim of the windbreaker, you can see that this woman seems to have three faces, one crying, one smiling, and one normal, which is very strange.
jingle bell, jingle bell
A cell phone rang, and the young man holding a hatchet frowned slightly, feeling a little displeased.
He took out the cell phone that kept ringing from his pocket and saw the caller ID on it. After hesitating for a while, he answered the call.
"I'm Yang Jian, what do you want?"
"Yang Jian, my name is Liu Xiaoyu. There is news from the headquarters that I want to inform you."
There was a trace of doubt in Yang Jian's eyes:
"Notice from the headquarters? What news is it? Should I be asked to deal with supernatural events again?"
"Uh... No, this time I am informing you that the headquarters training will be held in advance. You need to go to the headquarters in two weeks. This means that you have to go to the headquarters one week in advance. After all, you have not received training from the headquarters."
"Of course, this is just a process for you and it won't take up too much of your time.
"
Hearing that Liu Xiaoyu was calling because of this, Yang Jian suddenly realized that this is what happened:
"What's wrong? Okay, I understand, I will go when the time comes."
"Well, that's good. If nothing happens, I'll hang up now. If you need anything, you can contact me directly."
"knew."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and put the phone back in his pocket. Yang Jian looked up at the Caesar Hotel with deep eyes:
"It seems that we can't go in today. We don't have enough time. If we accidentally miss the training at the headquarters, we will be in big trouble."
"There are a lot of good things in the headquarters, and they know much more about Xinmi than I do."
"For this trip to the headquarters, I have to get some good things from the headquarters, such as ghost candles. You can get as many of these as you want."
"Even if it's white, it's fine."
Thinking of this, the red light in Yang Jian's eyes flashed away. He thought for a while and said to Zhang Hao and Tong Qian:
"I won't go in today. The headquarters has changed the meeting time. I have to go back to prepare and clean up some hidden dangers in Dachang City."
"Good preparation for the next trip to Dajing City."
Hearing this, Zhang Hao nodded without any objection and said:
"No problem, just listen to the boss."
Seeing that Zhang Hao had already opened his mouth and acquiesced, Tong Qian naturally had no objection. Tong Qian, whose memory had been modified, would not refute Yang Jian.
"I don't have any problems. It won't be a big problem if I solve it early and later."
Seeing this, Yang Jian nodded, turned around and left, with Zhang Hao following Yang Jian closely.
They came here today not actually to solve the hidden dangers of the Caesar Hotel, but Yang Jian wanted to try to see if he could use a hatchet to dismantle the tall man's corpse.
Lin Qian is right, there is nothing in the world that is most suitable for using a ghost to make a body.
Yang Jian also knew his own weight. It was impossible for him to control the complete body of a tall man. The level of terror was too high and he could not touch it.
But since he couldn't control the complete tall male corpse, what about the hands, feet, and torso?
If he used a hatchet to cut the tall man's corpse into eight pieces, it might be easy to control it, and he suspected that as long as he controlled the tall man's corpse, the side effects of the hatchet would most likely be offset.
After all, the hatchet was originally snatched from the hands of the tall man's corpse, so it has no side effects at all when used.
Of course, these are just Yang Jian's conjectures. What the truth will be, and whether it will be what he thought, will only be known after he experiments.
Although he did not enter the Caesar Hotel this time, Yang Jian didn't care. He still had time and would wait until he came back from Dajing City.
Tong Qian looked at the backs of Yang Jian and the others, her eyes a little lost, as if she didn't know what she was thinking of, and she just felt very complicated in her heart.
"Who is right and who is wrong? Maybe I was wrong. Only by protecting yourself can you save more innocent ordinary people. This is right."
Tong Qian sighed softly and looked at her body with a complicated expression.
jingle bell, jingle bell
At this moment, his cell phone rang, and Tong Qian answered the call. She probably knew what was going on. It should be the time to go to the headquarters for training.
"Two weeks? A week early?"
"Well, I understand. I will be there on time. Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone and ending the communication, Tong Qian let out a breath and tightened her windbreaker. It seemed a little cold today.
"Go back and get ready."
After that, he turned around and left. His slender figure was wrapped in a windbreaker. From the back alone, he looked more like a man than a woman.
As the last person left, a middle-aged man's figure appeared on the rooftop of the Caesar Hotel. Looking at the three people leaving Yang Jian, he was slightly confused:
"Who told this kid? He actually wanted to go in and chop the little plums?"
"Fortunately, it influenced this kid's thinking a little, otherwise he would have died if he had gone in."
"This kid is not strong enough. He will die if he rashly controls the ghost in Xiao Li. Besides, Xiao Li's instinct as a living person has not completely disappeared. If he accidentally drags this kid into it."
"Then this kid won't be able to get out."
The middle-aged man touched his chin, looked down at his feet, shook his head and felt helpless, he had to clean up the mess himself.
The middle-aged man stepped lightly on the ground, and a chill appeared and disappeared in an instant.
The middle-aged man nodded, smiled, turned around and walked in the opposite direction:
"It's okay now. When this kid comes back from Dajing City, he will be strong enough to control the ghost in Little Plum."
The middle-aged man slowly disappeared on the rooftop of the Caesar Hotel, as if he had never appeared before.
But he said it was inside the ghost painting.
boom
Ye Zhen kicked a fierce ghost directly in the waist and kicked it away.
With a sword slash to the side, a tall scarecrow with a weird smile was slashed away. The moment the sword struck the scarecrow, Ye Zhen's originally highly decomposed body quickly recovered.
All the injuries suffered on the body were all transferred to the scarecrow. In the distance, one by one the scarecrows fell to the ground in an instant, and the straw on their bodies began to rot more or less.
In the dim wilderness, Ye Zhen frowned slightly and quickly walked back a long distance, always keeping a distance of seventy meters from the Cunning Bride, no more, no less.
"There are more and more evil ghosts. Fortunately, Lin Wudi is well prepared, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to stop them."
Ye Zhen slowly stepped back, staring at the bright red sword. From the beginning to now, he didn't know how many swords he had swung, and he didn't know how many times he had chopped off the scarecrow.
But every time he didn't turn his attention to the scarecrow, the weird scarecrow would instantly appear next to him, and then be chopped away by him with a sword, repeating the cycle, never getting tired of it.
"What a tough opponent."
Ye Zhen slashed away the surrounding fierce ghosts with one sword:
"No wonder Lin Wudi asked me to intercept his wife. If it had been anyone else, they would have died countless times."
After such a long time, Ye Zhen discovered many patterns, such as why the scarecrow still survived after being struck by so many swords, and why there were so many evil ghosts around him.
"Looks like I have to get serious."
Ye Zhen exhaled and his eyes became stern.
"Beat!"
Ye Zhen's body was blazing with will-o'-the-wisps, and pieces of straw were burnt to ashes and fell.
A fierce ghost suddenly appeared behind Ye Zhen, stretched out its stiff ghost hands and pinched his neck.
Upon discovering this terrifying situation, Ye Zhen had no expression on his face. He turned sideways to avoid the ghost hand, and the moment he dodged the ghost hand that attacked his neck.
Ye Zhen squatted slightly, walked to the side of the evil ghost in one step, gathered strength with his calf, and kicked hard, causing the evil ghost to fly backwards with a bang.
bang, bang, bang
The air seemed to be distorted, which showed how heavy Ye Zhen's kick was. The devil knocked three or four devils away one after another, and then landed on the ground. After rolling several times on the ground, it stopped motionless.
It looks like he was kicked to the point of being temporarily suspended.
Ye Zhen remained expressionless, raised his sword, slashed horizontally, and bang, a scarecrow flew out.
Ye Zhen stepped back one after another, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around, reached out and took out a ghost candle, lit it, and flicked it, and the ghost candle appeared thirty meters to the left with an extremely strange amplitude.
The candlelight flickered, and a pale light shrouded the surroundings, terrifying and gloomy. The ghost on the left was instantly attracted to it.
The white ghost candle is attracting ghosts.
Although he couldn't support it for long, it relieved most of Ye Zhen's pressure.
The ghost candle swayed, and Ye Zhen quickly ran to the right, changing the direction, so as to avoid the tricky bride extinguishing the ghost candle.
One sword after another, the evil ghosts flew out one by one and fell far away before stopping. As long as these evil ghosts were struck by the sword in Ye Zhen's hand, they would all fall into a temporary state of death.
Except for that weird scarecrow, there is no exception.
Ye Zhen tossed and turned, like a flying butterfly, constantly making breakthroughs and breakthroughs among the evil ghosts.
The sound of angry explosions was endless, and the fierce ghosts were kicked and chopped away. Ye Zhen was like a ferocious tiger killing the weak lambs, with ease.
It's just that the lamb here is a fierce ghost. Even if he is the one who retreats, he is still a ferocious tiger who regards the fierce ghost as a lamb!
If someone could look down at the wilderness here from a high altitude, he would be able to see an extremely terrifying picture. In the wilderness for hundreds of miles, fierce ghosts filled with ghostly auras were gathering in one direction.
And in that direction, there was a young man holding a blood-colored sword with green flames burning on his body, slashing away those evil spirits with one sword after another.
There was no intention of retreating at all. With every move, the evil spirit flew across the sky and fell to the ground. A sense of dominance arose spontaneously, as if it should be like this!
The people here are full of ghosts walking at night, one sword is enough!