Da J City, on the highway.

A car was careening down a deserted road, the accelerator was almost depressed, and there was no sign of slowing down unless it was turning.

Interestingly, the person sitting in the driver's seat of such a car is not a racing driver, but a bald monk.

The monk wore a hideous and terrifying Vajra mask on his face, covering half of his face. He also wore a gray monk's uniform, which looked simple and unpretentious.

"Ahem..."

Suddenly, a painful cough came from the back seat.

"Old...Old Jiang, can you slow down a little, I'm going to vomit."

Even though Gu Li fastened his seat belt, he could still see the scenery outside the window flashing by quickly. Especially when turning, the inertia caused by the speed of the car even made his body sway left and right. As you can imagine,

, if the seat belt is not fastened, I am afraid that the whole person will fly out of the window.

But compared to the discomfort caused by the speed of the car, what was more frightening was Gu Li's physical condition at this moment.

His face looked very poor, and his breathing had become much weaker. His hands, as slender as a woman's, were now completely white, whiter than a corpse that had been dead for several days, and there was a faint smell of decay.

Not only that, on one side of his body, the originally pale skin has turned a little dark, showing a strange dark brown color. This is not because of the change in skin color, but because something hidden under the skin is restlessly

Struggling, the skin squirmed, as if the thing hidden underneath was about to tear through the flesh and come out from inside.

If you look closely, you will find that this thing hidden under the flesh looks like a shadow puppet, a shadow puppet with a face and a body.

The scary thing is that such a strange shadow puppet is blinking continuously at this moment, as if it is peeping at the world.

However, on this layer of flesh that was constantly squirming, a faint glimmer of light was blooming on the surface of Gu Li's skin, as if trying to suppress the restless shadow puppet under the flesh.

"Is now the time to slow down?"

Jiang Hao frowned and looked ahead. The wipers kept scraping against the car window, but they couldn't clean up the dust falling from the sky.

Previously, they encountered a terrible danger on that deserted street.

Zhong Shan and two other ghost masters wearing Interpol uniforms suddenly attacked them.

Fortunately, the ghosts controlled by Gu Li and Jiang Hao were terrifying enough and had special abilities, so they were not killed by the three people who suddenly turned against them.

And they didn't have time to think about Zhong Shan's situation, or even have time to rest where they were.

From the sky, wisps of paper ash fell, and the sky seemed to be filled with these paper ash. The ash condensed the entire sky into gray, while the constantly falling paper ash dyed the earth gray-white.

The situation is getting worse and worse, and the traces of ghost painting invasion are already very serious.

At present, due to being delayed by those people for a period of time, the traces of ghost paintings eroding the city have worsened, and Gu Li is in poor condition, it is impossible to use the ghost domain again, so Jiang Hao can only temporarily find a car.

They quickly rushed to the address Li Leping sent them.

However, neither of them look very good now.

This is not only due to the consumption caused by the fight against Zhong Shan just now, but also because the traces of the invasion of ghost paintings in Big J City are getting more and more serious now.

The world became gray, and a layer of gray paper dust began to accumulate on the ground.

But even in this dark, colorless world, some strange things can be vaguely seen.

They were strange oil paintings. I don’t know when, these oil paintings began to appear in every corner of the city. Some were randomly discarded on the ground, some were hung on the walls, and some were simply placed.

There seemed to be no intention of hiding any traces in the middle of the road.

"Damn it, it's still too late..."

Gu Li's whole body was wet with cold sweat. The severe pain caused by the devil's escape from his body made it difficult for him to breathe, and his muscles twitched from time to time, as if he was about to lose his breath at any time.

But what troubled him the most was not the restless ghost in his body, but the oil paintings he could see along the way.

Different from the original oil paintings found in the city, although the backgrounds of the oil paintings at that time were different, the character in each oil painting was the strange woman whose appearance could not be clearly seen.

But now the oil paintings that have invaded reality are no longer oil paintings with that woman as the main character.

Among the newly appeared oil paintings, there are old men with gloomy faces, children with lifeless faces, and some that are not even human beings, they just look like strange human silhouettes...

This is not good news, to put it mildly, it is extremely bad news.

Gu Li was very familiar with the scenes that normally happened in front of him.

While in Huanggang Village, they witnessed with their own eyes the process of ghost paintings invading a certain area.

The sky becomes gray, and then paper dust begins to fall on the gray sky. The dust will dye the entire area gray-white, and then, strange oil paintings will begin to appear. Finally, the evil ghost walking out of the painting will

It means that this area belongs entirely to ghost paintings, because only in ghost paintings, ghost paintings can be released at will and change the location of these evil ghosts.

He was not the only one who knew about this intrusion process.

Interpol Headquarters Asia.

At this moment, the headquarters is also in a state of confusion.

Although this place is used as a response center for dealing with ghost paintings, Wang Xiaoming and other important members of the headquarters are somewhat helpless in the face of the invasion of ghost paintings.

Supernatural erosion cannot be suppressed by words or numbers alone.

An S-class ghost, an invincible-level ghost that can destroy a small country, is eroding Big J City.

Even, in the ghost domain of this S-class ghost, there is another S-class ghost that can be said to be unsolvable.

Code name: Ghost.

In addition, there are countless evil ghosts in the ghost paintings. The degree of terror of these ghosts is not necessarily very high. Maybe several ghost controllers can work together to imprison them.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, quantity will cause terrible qualitative changes. As the erosion of ghost paintings gradually deepens, oil paintings carrying evil ghosts begin to appear in urban areas.

, when the ghost paintings completely invade this area, the ghosts in the oil paintings will appear and then spread throughout Big J City, turning this place into a hell on earth.

By then, this place will become the starting point for the collapse of order. When the most important core city of a country collapses, the negative consequences will quickly radiate throughout the country.

"Professor Wang, what should I do?"

This was already the first question Wang Xiaoming heard today, and it made his ears feel calloused.

However, he was unable to come up with an effective solution at all.

He is a human being, not a god.

As a human being, there are limits.

"The cause of the incident was that the ghost coffin was out of control. The specific reason for the loss of control cannot be explained clearly, but what is certain is that the culprit is a terrifying ghost. It not only caused the ghost coffin to lose control, but also invaded many subordinate headquarters.

The members of the group have subtly influenced many people without being noticed."

"Then, problems followed one after another, and now everything is about to get out of control."

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were very cold at the moment, so cold that people dared not approach him. Even the person who asked the question couldn't help but sit back in his original position.

He wanted to think of countermeasures, but right now he had no one available.

The ghost has designed to kill Li Jun, Chen Yi, Jiang Shangbai, and Guo Fan. Now Yang Jian's life and death are also unknown. Fang Shiming and his entire circle of friends have been wiped out, and Cao Yang and others have been consumed a lot.

Even if Wang Xiaoming wanted to plan something, there was no suitable candidate.

"Is it necessary to use Wei Jing now? No, no, Gui Cha is restricted to the ghost paintings. If he is asked to deal with the ghost paintings, it will easily cause bigger problems."

Wang Xiaoming is still thinking.

In the conference room, the fear on other people's faces could no longer be concealed.

They were the first to know the information, but the more they knew, the more panic accumulated in their hearts.

The terror seems to be about to begin, and Big J City will be swallowed up by ghost paintings and become a hell where ghosts roam.

And in some places, great changes have already begun.

Desperate cries and wailings echoed on the streets, the crashing sounds of vehicles colliding with each other, and occasionally the dull sound of someone being forced into a desperate situation and finally choosing to jump from the building.

People were fleeing, and fear and despair began to fill some corners of the city.

Ghosts have already begun to walk out of the oil painting. They are terrifying ghosts that people have never seen before. Their bodies exude a cold aura that living people fear out of instinct. Their footsteps are slow, and they are slowly walking towards the person in front of them.

Targeting living people.

Just like the hell in the myth, the evil ghosts began to slaughter all life in sight. Corpses were everywhere in the streets and alleys. Blood and mutilated bodies, and corpses of different ways of death could be seen everywhere.

The only ones who could stand were stiff figures.

The ghost did not stop, but began to wander around the area, just like it did when the ghost was in Okawa City, and began to clean up the living people in the area.

This area is gradually evolving into a restricted area for living people.

now.

"it's time."

In the conference room of the headquarters, an old man sitting in an inconspicuous corner, wearing an old-fashioned gown and with age spots on his face, gently stood up from his seat and said something that no one heard.

He was holding a cane and looked a little stooped when he stood up.

"Um?"

But just this action of the old man made everyone in the conference room suddenly change their expressions, and their originally listless eyes were filled with surprise.

Despair and powerlessness seemed to disappear, turning into spring rain symbolizing hope.
To be continued...