Yang Jian walked to the iron door, ignored the rust on the door and stretched out his hand to pull it. Suddenly the iron door twisted, the lock on it broke, and the door was slowly pushed open, making a creaking sound.
"Which group of people will be hiding here? Is Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting lying?"
Li Jun frowned, with gloomy will-o'-the-wisps dancing in his eyes as he looked at the long-abandoned primary school building.
"Whether what Zhang Xianguang said is true or not, since the ghost painting is now in Shuangqiao Town, Zhang Xianguang must be nearby." Wei Jing said.
Immediately, a group of people walked into this abandoned school.
But I just arrived at the playground.
"There are indeed people in that building. It seems that our luck is not bad."
Suddenly, Liu San narrowed his eyes and stared at the old teaching building, seeming to sense something.
next moment.
At the stairwell of the long-abandoned teaching building, a sound of footsteps echoed from the building, along with the sound of some kind of metal being dragged on the ground.
A man slowly walked down the dim stairs.
This person is none other than Zhang Xianguang, who was targeted by the eight captains.
What was unexpected was that Zhang Xianguang actually chose to show up proactively at this moment, as if he no longer planned to hide, or perhaps there was no need for him to hide anymore.
"You are still chasing me, but you can't stop me. I have planned what I will do today for a long time, and there is absolutely no possibility of failure."
However, as soon as Zhang Xianguang walked out and saw everyone, he was not surprised. On the contrary, he seemed to have been mentally prepared for it.
"Where are the ghost paintings?"
The will-o'-the-wisps in Li Jun's eyes danced. If he hadn't needed to find out the whereabouts of the ghost paintings, he would have set this place on fire along with Zhang Xianguang.
"Ghost painting?"
Zhang Xianguang smiled and shook his head and said: "Now that the matter is over, Gui Hua is no longer important. You just need to know that Gui Hua is losing control now, and the speed of losing control is very fast..."
"Using the ghost paintings to lose control, causing the ghost realm to invade reality, and then pulling everything in reality into the ghost paintings. Is this your plan?" Li Leping stepped forward and asked.
Zhang Xianguang looked over and was confused for a moment: "I haven't seen you before, are you the new captain? No, no, you have the short stick that I cut off in your hand, so you are the one who was just here
The captain who killed me once?"
Zhang Xianguang, who had died once at the hands of Li Leping, still looked calm, and even praised him: "Your observation skills are very keen and your experience is rich enough. It is normal for you to be able to guess this step. With such ability, I can't blame you."
You can master so many weird methods at such a young age, but maybe many of you think that I release the ghost paintings to kill everyone, but the fact is exactly the opposite, I want to save everyone."
"The outside world is full of supernatural beings. Ordinary people are in danger. You ghost masters are running around here and there. How many ghosts can you deal with even if you risk your life? The failure of the predecessors is the best evidence, so we have to find another way."
"For example, let people live in the world of ghost paintings. After all, the world of ghost paintings can be expanded infinitely, big enough to accommodate everyone and the entire world."
"This plan is feasible. Some of you have experienced the ghost painting incident. You should know that after a foreign city was eroded by ghost paintings, many survivors lived in the ghost paintings for more than half a year, but they are still healthy."
He came up with a plan that was bold and even horrifying. He actually wanted to change his thinking and let everyone live in a world of ghost paintings that should be extremely hopeless.
"You are indeed a lunatic. How can you come up with such a stupid plan? If you stay in the world of ghost paintings, you will be killed by ghosts sooner or later," Li Jun said coldly.
"Crazy? Stupid?"
Zhang Xianguang looked at Li Jun who accused him with some pity: "You think my plan is crazy, that's because you captains have the ability to protect yourself in supernatural events, but from the standpoint of ordinary people, in despair and helplessness
Faced with the supernatural events that help us, my plan is the best solution."
"What's more, do you think I can't think of the problems you can think of? The reason why ghost paintings are dangerous is that no one can control them, but what if someone can control ghost paintings? The world of ghost paintings that is successfully controlled will no longer be dangerous, because everything
All dangers are controllable."
He Yin'er frowned: "Even if someone does what you said, but even the top ghost controllers will die one day, and the erosion of the supernatural is irreversible, so your plan is doomed to fail."
As a spiritualist, she said empathetically, because according to theory, she can only live for a hundred years at most.
And this is only in theory, the actual time will be shorter. You must know that the last spiritualist actually only lived for less than sixty years.
Supernatural powers have always been unstable and uncontrollable, and no one knows when their limit will come.
Zhang Xianguang still looked confident: "Of course I have considered this problem of yours, and I came up with a solution twenty years ago, which is to let a person who will never die control the ghost painting."
"No one will die." Liu San said.
Yang Jian's face moved slightly: "No, there is a kind of person who will not die."
"Who?" Others looked at Yang Jian,
Zhang Xianguang smiled: "It seems that you have reacted. Yes, there is a kind of person who will not die."
"The manager of the ghost post office."
Yang Jian's expression became serious. At this moment, he understood Zhang Xianguang's thoughts: "You want the administrator of the post office to control the ghost paintings, and then use the characteristics of the ghost paintings to invade reality, so that everyone can live in the world of ghost paintings.
Isolate the supernatural events outside and solve the harm caused by the supernatural once and for all? And the managers of the ghost post office themselves will not die, so that they can control the ghost paintings forever and prevent the ghost paintings from getting out of control? "
Zhang Xianguang nodded and said, "Yes, that's right."
"And I call this plan the Peach Blossom Land Project. Just like what the ancients described, people live in a world of Peach Blossom Land without any disputes. Perhaps for those of you captains who still have the ability to support themselves in the face of supernatural events,
This kind of Taoyuan is not the best, but as I said before, this is the optimal solution for ordinary people."
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! "As the manager of that world, I can avoid disasters, wars, supernatural beings, diseases... everything is perfect, for ordinary people, they are there
The living environment here is far happier than in this world. There is no need to worry about scary ghosts, let alone diseases and natural disasters. The weather is smooth and the weather is warm all year round. It can be said to be a paradise on earth."
Yang Jian tightened his grip on the cracked spear in his hand: "But you are not the manager of the post office now...wait a minute."
Suddenly, Yang Jian seemed to have thought of something and frowned: "No, the manager can't leave the post office, so how did you get out? Could it be that..."
Zhang Xianguang nodded: "It seems that you have reacted, but unfortunately the reaction is still a little slow. The real manager cannot leave the ghost post office, but I am not the real Zhang Xianguang. The real me has been since I became a manager.
They have never left the Ghost Post Office because this plan requires the identity of the manager."
Zhou Deng was confused: "You're not Zhang Xianguang? Then who are you?"
Yang Jian took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "He is the real Zhang Xianguang who should have stayed in the oil painting."
"Every messenger will face three choices after delivering the last letter. Either leave the ghost post office, or choose to go to the sixth floor of the post office to become a manager. In addition, there is a third option, which is to be resurrected.
A man in an oil painting."
At this moment, Yang Jian stared at Zhang Xianguang: "So after you sent the last letter for the first time, you chose to leave your portrait, and then you entered the ghost post office again, and after sending the last letter again,
, chose to resurrect myself in the oil painting.”
"After resurrecting you in the oil painting, the real you returned to the ghost post office for the third time and started delivering letters again. But this time, after you delivered the last letter, you chose to become the manager and have been hiding in
Entering the world of oil painting, the disguise continues to this day.”
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone immediately woke up.
They opened their eyes wide and were as shocked as Yang Jian.
After clearing the ghost post office three times, Zhang Xianguang can still survive and become the manager of the post office. How terrible is it?
"That's it, so my pen is not pointing in the wrong place."
Lu Zhiwen's eyes darkened.
Zhang Xianguang did not deny it, but nodded and admitted: "Your analysis is correct, but it is too late. I am willing to take the initiative to explain all this, that is, I hope you understand that my plan is successful and is not a mirror image."
Li Leping stepped forward, his expression unusually solemn: "Although your plan seems good, I don't think it's feasible to risk so many people's lives with you, and to be honest, I don't believe in the so-called ghosts."
Post office managers really will not die. If this is the case, how did the managers before you die?"
"What's more, it seems wonderful for everyone to live in your so-called paradise, but it is actually equivalent to giving up the original world and handing over the original world to the ghosts. And have you ever thought about whether this world can continue?
So far, it is actually thanks to those predecessors who have failed in your words. They constantly dismembered, scattered and imprisoned the evil ghosts, which has stabilized one era after another."
"But if everyone is sent to the paradise by you, then who should deal with the supernatural events that happened in the original world? Is it possible to let it go like this?"
"If this is the case, then putting all the people inside the ghost painting is equivalent to waiting for the ghosts outside to assemble the puzzle. If a starving ghost appears and is allowed to grow, it will invade the ghost painting.
When the world breaks out, who can handle it?”
"I don't think I can handle it, not even you who have mastered the ghost painting."
Zhang Xianguang couldn't help but sigh when he heard these words: "So can I understand that the negotiations failed?"
Li Leping's voice was calm: "You can understand it this way. In my opinion, supernatural beings are full of uncertainties. Putting everyone's fate on oil paintings that are ghosts will inevitably lead to failure in the end. It's nothing more than something wrong with you or the outside world.
It's just a problem. Of course, I know I can't convince you. After all, you have your opinions and I also have my persistence."
Zhang Xianguang looked at the other captains: "Do the other captains think the same way?"
"I don't deny the possibility of your plan, but this doesn't mean that we are willing to take a gamble with you. If possible, please die now to avoid causing further trouble for us." Yang Jian said seriously.
Liu San thought for a while: "I have other ideas. If you are willing to commit suicide, I can leave two paper figures to help guard your grave."
Li Jun then said: "The corpses of such people should be burned."
"I just said don't waste time, start early and solve the problem early. He might be delaying time," He Yin'er said.
Seeing that his plan could not be understood, Zhang Xianguang shook his head and said regretfully: "Since the negotiations have failed, I ask all the captains to die here today."
But as soon as he finished speaking.
"It's not certain who will die."
Next to him, a strange voice sounded.
Li Leping, who had just spoken, had arrived at Zhang Xianguang's side at some point, and a cold, blue hand had already grabbed his wrist.
"Good job, Li Leping." Li Jun couldn't help but cheer.
"Did it succeed?"
The other captains did not take action, but just watched this scene coldly, while also being wary of their surroundings.
Because Zhang Xianguang has an accomplice.
"It's you again. I thought I was already on guard against you, but I still couldn't detect you. However, I won't make such an oversight for the third time in a short time."
Zhang Xianguang struggled for a moment and glanced at Li Leping with difficulty.
Seeing that Zhang Xianguang was not dead yet, Wei Jing decisively released the ghost rope.
A straw rope with some kind of debris, like bone residue, hung from the air, directly strangled Zhang Xianguang's neck, and hung him up, but one hand was still held by Li Leping.
Immediately, Zhang Xianguang, who was hung up, stopped struggling and lowered his head. The body began to fester, and soon only a white skeleton was left. Then the bones shattered and turned into powder and disappeared.
"Is there a third Zhang Xianguang?"
Watching the corpse disappear out of thin air, Li Leping frowned slightly and glanced at his free palm.
After all, he has already suffered a loss once, so he naturally needs to have a long memory.
Ghost masters of Zhang Xianguang's level had to be on guard, especially after learning that he had cleared the ghost post office three times by himself, Li Leping's vigilance towards him could be said to have reached its peak.
There has never been a ghost master who has been so wary of him, because most of the ghost masters who have a grudge against him will not survive until they meet for the second time.
However, it seemed to confirm Li Leping's conjecture.
Suddenly.
On the other side of the stairs, the sound of footsteps appeared again.
Then there was the metallic sound of the rusty sword scraping against the ground.