"It seems that your plan has not been completely completed. If this is the case, then I can announce that your plan is over."
The five captains walked out of the fire and paid attention to their surroundings.
The most critical point is the woman wearing a red wedding dress. Although the woman's head is covered with red cloth and her appearance cannot be clearly seen, judging from her perfect figure, this woman is the one Zhang Xianguang took away from the ghost post office.
of He Yuelian.
And the red woman exuding a cold aura next to He Yuelian is undoubtedly the ghost in the ghost painting.
At this moment, He Yuelian was holding hands with the fuzzy ghost. They were stiff with each other and stood motionless. She didn't know what kind of supernatural conflict had occurred secretly.
No one knows what the consequences of holding hands like this will be. They only know that Zhang Xianguang did it deliberately.
"A total of five captains, including Yang Jian, came here. Does that mean that the action there only killed three people from the opponent? This is very different from the expected result."
Nie Yingping's face was particularly solemn, and he lost his previous arrogance.
Once the five captains take action, he will definitely die, and there is no possibility of winning.
"Only the last step?"
Nie Yingping gritted his teeth and felt deeply unwilling.
He definitely didn't want to be captured without mercy. After all, surrendering would not be forgiven by these captains, and he would only be killed immediately.
But at this moment, Du Hong and Zhang Ying have been killed by the dead souls. Although Zhang Xianguang, as the manager of the post office, will not die, at this moment, his consciousness is trapped by the nightmare Yang Xiao, and he is still sleeping. He doesn't know why.
It's time to wake up.
Nowadays, the only person who still has the ability to move is actually myself.
But he himself had to face Sun Rui, a dozen dead souls, and five captains.
How is it possible to do such a thing?
"Weren't you very eloquent just now? Why don't you say a word now? Are you afraid?"
Yang Jian stared at Nie Yingping, with a murderous intention hidden under his calm tone.
"Afraid?"
Nie Yingping snorted coldly and continued to speak harshly: "Having dealt with supernatural beings for so long, am I afraid that I will survive until now? It's just that there was a flaw in the plan and you captains survived. Otherwise, the winner of this battle will be
It's us."
As he spoke, his eyes flickered and his palms clenched, hoping to take the opportunity to launch a sudden attack with the rattle-shaped supernatural item and catch everyone off guard.
"Do it."
Although he felt that he was unable to fight against so many captains, the reluctance in his heart made him determined to launch a death-defying counterattack.
Relying on an old rattle to initiate supernatural interference to everyone around him, he then launched a targeted attack on several captains. Even if he died, he would still have to pull a few captains down to accompany him.
But at this moment.
When Nie Yingping suddenly stretched out his hand to shake the rattle, he found that the rattle in his hand was gone.
Then he saw a person behind Yang Jian playing with the rattle that was in his hand just now.
"This rattle is really good. It is a strange thing that I have never seen before. I don't know what kind of supernatural power it has. I will have to study it carefully later."
Zhou Deng ignored the shock and anger on Nie Yingping's face, but happily played with the rattle in his hand repeatedly.
"You stole other people's things again." He Yin'er glanced at him.
Zhou Deng immediately retorted: "How can this be called stealing? I obviously won this supernatural confrontation openly and took the weapon from the enemy."
"Damn guy."
Nie Yingping was furious at this moment and wanted to cut Zhou Deng into pieces with a thousand knives.
Without this supernatural weapon, he wouldn't even have the capital to fight.
But the next moment.
Nie Yingping saw a captain next to Yang Jian, whom he had never seen before, swinging a knife at him.
The knife looked very familiar. It was covered in rust. It looked similar to Zhang Xianguang's big knife. However, if you look closely, you can find some differences.
At this moment, the big knife held by the stranger looked very strange, as if it was taken from another world. The blade looked a little unreal and vague.
"This is……"
But the moment he saw the knife swung towards him, Nie Yingping's eyes suddenly shrank. He had no time to think about why the knife was in the hands of the strange captain, and he instantly suffered a terrible attack.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, a bloodstain appeared on Nie Yingping's body. This bloodstain was like a ferocious wound, tearing his body open and cutting his body into two parts, and the internal organs inside flowed out.
"Damn it..."
Nie Yingping could no longer make a sound. He could only stare at the captain who attacked him with a pair of eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.
The next second.
His vision went dark, and his supernatural balance was broken. He instantly lost the power to sustain life, and then a gloomy sea of fire covered him, as if he was going to be cremated, and instantly enveloped his broken body.
Go in.
His whole body was engulfed by the fire, and the evil spirit in his body turned into the spirit of the fire at this moment. His whole body was ignited by the spirit of the will-o'-the-wisp, burning crazily, and scorching towards silence.
"Is this the end? I haven't done anything yet."
Zhou Deng opened his eyes wide at this moment, and felt a pang of regret when he saw Nie Yingping, who was instantly killed and then engulfed in a sea of fire, even his body was gone.
He still wanted to steal something back, but now he had no chance.
"They have already lost. This Nie Yingping is just struggling to his death. Against so many of us, defeat is inevitable." Lu Zhiwen said stiffly.
Sun Rui breathed a sigh of relief at this moment and limped over: "Yang Jian, you came too timely. We almost lost."
Yang Jian said: "It's already too late. We were held back for too long by another Zhang Xianguang. Otherwise, He Yuelian wouldn't even have a chance to hold hands with Gui Hua. Now even if all of Zhang Xianguang's teammates are dead,
But the hidden dangers he left behind are still there, and this matter is not completely over yet."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But this is already a very good result." Sun Rui said.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao on the side said: "Zhang Xianguang is about to leave the world of nightmares. It is difficult for the manager of the post office to be killed by nightmares. He also understands my nightmares and has now found a way to break them."
People who are pulled into nightmares are not completely doomed. As long as they kill the evil ghost in the dream, the nightmare for the day can end.
Of course it's just the end of the day.
The nightmare would continue the next day.
The cycle starts over and over again, and it will not end until the person who entered the nightmare dies.
But now it is obvious that there is no need for the ghost from the second day of the nightmare to kill Zhang Xianguang.
"It doesn't matter. Even if he breaks free now, I'm afraid he will only regret waking up." Yang Jian said.
Didn't wait long.
Zhang Xianguang, who had fallen into a deep sleep, opened his eyes and woke up.
He succeeded, successfully defeated the ghost in the dream and escaped from it.
However, Zhang Xianguang was stunned when he opened his eyes.
While he was sleeping, the surrounding scene had undergone earth-shaking changes.
The area was shrouded in flames, and the whole world was no longer gray, but golden. At this moment, it was surrounded by more than a dozen dead souls, including Yang Xiao, the fourth manager Sun Rui, and his least
A few people I hope to see.
Yang Jian, He Yin'er, Zhou Deng, Lu Zhiwen, as for the one who has no impression, his name should be Li Leping.
The teammates who were there just now have no trace at this moment.
The results are obvious.
"Is it necessary to welcome me with such a big parade?"
Zhang Xianguang came back to his senses, with a wry smile on his lips.
He understands.
Now he is the only one left.
All the like-minded teammates around him were dead, but the losses on the other side were far lower than expected.
Lu Zhiwen glanced at him: "You fought against the headquarters and the top forces in the domestic supernatural circle on your own. It is natural that you will not be wronged if you lose."
"lose?"
Zhang Xianguang glanced at everyone: "I didn't say that I had lost."
Zhou Deng cursed and said: "You are so stubborn, you win all day long, but in the end you lose everything?"
Zhang Xianguang smiled and seemed not to care about Zhou Deng's ridicule.
Yang Jian stared at Zhang Xianguang: "Under this situation, do you think you still have a chance to turn around?"
"Sometimes some failures are allowed. I never thought that the operation would be smooth sailing from beginning to end."
Zhang Xianguang said and looked at He Yuelian, who was holding hands with the ghost painting and ghost: "Is the ghost painting reviving and corroding He Yuelian, and then completely losing control, or is He Yuelian becoming the carrier of the ghost painting and inheriting everything? This is the key to my plan."
"Even if He Yuelian successfully controls the ghost painting, everything has nothing to do with you as a prisoner." Sun Rui said.
Zhang Xianguang still maintained a calm smile on his face: "Yes, I have been defeated by you now, and naturally I have lost the qualification to replace He Yuelian in mastering ghost paintings. But have you ever thought about it, He Yuelian's body and consciousness are too ordinary.
, what will happen to an ordinary person like her after inheriting everything from the ghost paintings?"
"replace?"
Zhou Deng looked at the nagging Zhang Xianguang in confusion: "What do you mean by this?"
"Replace, inherit?"
Suddenly, Yang Jian seemed to have thought of something.
He thought of Liu Qingqing he met at the ghost post office and the woman named Sister Hong who appeared in her later.
That is a kind of substitution and inheritance.
And in this kind of substitution and inheritance, a new personality was born. She does not belong to Liu Qingqing, but she will be affected by Liu Qingqing's memory to a certain extent. In addition, she will also be affected by a ghost-controller from the Republic of China.
influence on the reader’s consciousness.
The two memories collided together, and finally a new alien species was born that inherited the memories of both.
"What's wrong, Yang Jian, what did you think of?" Lu Zhiwen asked.
"I have come into contact with a similar ghost controller. Her existence is to reproduce everything that a certain ghost controller in the Republic of China did during his lifetime. All the supernatural puzzles she controls are also to achieve this purpose. When this ghost controller successfully finds
After returning the supernatural puzzle piece that originally belonged to the ghost controller of the Republic of China, the ghost controller of the Republic of China who had long since died will replace that ghost controller in a strange way, which is equivalent to a kind of body-snatching and resurrection."
As Yang Jian spoke, he recalled the relationship between Liu Qingqing and Sister Hong.
"Does this have anything to do with the current situation?" He Yin'er asked impatiently.
"Of course it does matter. Isn't the reason why Zhang Xianguang put so many supernatural puzzles on He Yuelian just to let her control all these and become the woman who once controlled the ghost paintings?" Yang Jianbing said.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's kill He Yuelian now."
When He Yin'er heard this, he immediately wanted to kill He Yuelian's unstable factor here.
But Yang Jian decisively stretched out his hand to stop him.
"What are you doing?" He Yin'er asked.
It was Zhang Xianguang who answered her: "It's too late. The supernatural conflict has already begun. If you kill He Yuelian now, you will make the ghost painting incident completely out of control. The ghost paintings that have recovered by then will be many times more dangerous than now."
Yang Jian strode over with a cracked golden spear in his hand, his eyes full of coldness: "Is this your purpose? Let He Yuelian re-enact the past? But what if He Yuelian fails to control the ghost painting? Now all the people who have been
Everyone who is shrouded in the ghost painting world has to pay for your mistakes?"
Zhang Xianguang smiled at this time, and he smiled a little grimly: "Failure? But what if I just need He Yuelian to fail in a certain sense? If she really has completely mastered ghost painting, then how should I replace her, and what should I do?
How can I continue to implement my Taoyuan plan?”
"What did you say?"
Yang Jian, who felt that Zhang Xianguang had concealed some important information, his face darkened. His black ghost hands suddenly grabbed Zhang Xianguang's neck and lifted him up alive. The bones in his neck made a sound at this moment, as if
As long as Yang Jian exerts a little more force, he can directly strangle Zhang Xianguang to death in his hand.
However, the manager of the ghost post office cannot be killed, so even though Zhang Xianguang's face was flushed at this moment, the smile full of conspiracy was still hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"I see. Is this what you had in mind?"
Suddenly, Li Leping, who had been silent all this time, slowly spoke.
"What? What's the plan? What's the situation now?"
Zhou Deng looked back and forth between Zhang Xianguang and Li Leping with a confused look on his face.
"Li Leping, did you find something?" Lu Zhiwen glanced at the golden nameplate on his chest and asked.
Li Leping thought for a moment, and then said: "The ghost wedding dress, the red hijab, the ghost paintings that attracted the ghosts, plus a pair of embroidered shoes that looked like paintings, and a memory with the correct name, everything seemed to be ready.
But when I think about it carefully, it seems that there is still something missing.”
"Bad? What else is missing?" Zhou Deng asked with a somewhat shocked expression.
Because in his opinion, such a large number of supernatural puzzle pieces is enough to be overbearing, and any piece he picks out is a supernatural puzzle that can make him greedy to death.
"Face, there is still one more face left."
Li Leping turned to look at He Yuelian, who was holding hands with Gui Hua Li Gui.