Even if the person who successfully inherited the ghost painting and the mummy bride is not Zhang Xianguang, the current facts are enough to prove that his decades-long plan is correct and this path is feasible.
"I knew it would be successful... I knew that the fact that she is still alive means that she has successfully controlled the ghost painting. My Taoyuan plan is correct. As you can see, I am not a madman. I am doing the right thing."
Things..."
As he spoke, he shed tears.
It was a pity that all his teammates died and could not survive to witness this scene with him.
Those who questioned him, were his enemies, and were ruthlessly killed by him will no longer be able to see this scene.
If they could know about today's success, they might be willing to become like-minded teammates and avoid being beaten harshly by him because of different ideas.
"Are you kidding? You survived and controlled the ghost painting?"
Sun Rui, who always felt that things would not end so easily, narrowed his eyes and felt unbelievable.
"Damn it, my mouth is watering when I see it. I think back then I risked my life to get on that supernatural bus in order to resist the resuscitation, and I got off the bus alive after going through many dangers. But now it's better
, someone can control such a powerful ghost without having to do anything, it’s really infuriating.”
The situation in front of him was too dramatic. Zhou Deng stared at Ahong in front of him and couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. He only regretted that he had not been cruel enough to take the initiative just now, otherwise he might be the one controlling the ghost painting now.
In other words, it's just a matter of missing two ounces of meat. What does this mean to a ghost controller?
As long as you want it, let alone two ounces of flesh, a pound of flesh growing down there is not a problem.
"I have been planning for decades, and a group of top ghost masters have been working hard for this plan. Isn't it natural that the plan will succeed in the end?"
Zhang Xianguang laughed, saying that it wasn't that He Yuelian or A Hong didn't work hard, but that he and his teammates had already worked hard for her.
"Okay Zhou Deng, some people are born in Rome, some people are born with cattle and horses, and some people are not even qualified to hear about Rome. This world is inherently unfair. Zhang Xianguang is right. His decades of planning
, the final result is nothing more than two, either success or failure, now it’s just success.”
"What's more, Ahong herself is one of the older batch of ghost masters. They are all people who have fought hard to survive until today. It is reasonable and reasonable for her to control this supernatural power. There is nothing unacceptable."
After coming back to his senses, Sun Rui's eyes flickered and he chose to accept the facts before him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his sweaty palms: "It seems that a fight can be avoided."
"That's true. Anyway, the ghost painting incident has been completely resolved now."
Zhou Deng's temper came and went quickly. A second ago, he was swallowing saliva to express his envy. At this moment, a look of joy appeared on his face: "Zhang Xianguang, did you see it? You failed."
Yang Jian took a step forward at this moment and said in a calm tone: "A Hong, congratulations on your survival."
Ahong is alive, which means that Guihua is under control, and Ahong is on their side, so Zhang Xianguang's Taoyuan plan can also be declared a failure.
Then, he warned again: "But now I don't know whether you have completely controlled this supernatural power. This needs to be confirmed by yourself later. After all, the supernatural balance may be short-lived, and it may not be gone forever."
The risk of losing control again. If you want to continue to live, you must try your best to keep your supernatural power within a controllable range. However, you are also an experienced ghost controller, so you must be very comfortable with these things.
.”
A Hong nodded and felt incredible at the same time: "I know this, and now I have more memories that are not my own. As long as I recall this memory, I can read the information in the memory, and then I seem to learn
You should use your own supernatural power..."
Zhang Xianguang, who seemed to have expected this incident long ago, spoke: "That is the memory of the ghost master who controls the ghost painting during his lifetime. It should have been my memory that joined this supernatural conflict. Once there is something in this supernatural conflict,
If a third party joins, then He Yuelian's consciousness as an ordinary person will be quickly erased. As a manager, I have the protection of the post office curse. My consciousness is special and will not disappear easily. Therefore, the winner will most likely be
I."
At this moment, Yang Xiao walked up to Zhang Xianguang: "It is indeed a perfect arrangement. Using the curse of the ghost post office, you can indeed do a lot of things. Now it seems that your plan was successful, but only partially, because you inherited the ghost post office."
The person in the painting is from the headquarters and is on the side of Yang Jian and the others. She will not implement the Peach Blossom Spring Plan according to your wishes, so you still failed..."
"fail?"
Zhang Xianguang smiled and said: "No, I didn't fail. Her current thoughts are just thoughts that came from this environment, but people will change. As the supernatural continues to revive, the situation is completely out of control, and worse situations will arise. When you
When these captains are helpless, this person named A Hong will naturally think of what happened today and understand the feasibility of the Peach Blossom Spring Plan."
"At that moment, she would do it by herself without my instigation."
"Having the ability not to do it and not having the ability to do it are two different things. Although I can't see that day coming, I believe there will be that day. It's a pity that she is not the manager of the post office. Even if the plan is implemented, there will be one
Time limit, when she ages and dies like those people in the Republic of China, the plan can only be terminated."
"And this deadline means the beginning of the next reincarnation."
Having said this, the smile on Zhang Xianguang's face disappeared and he became a little depressed.
Yang Jian glanced at him: "Don't worry, that kind of situation will never happen unless all the ghost masters in the country are dead. But as long as there are supernatural beings, there will be a steady stream of ghost masters appearing, and with the confrontation with the supernatural
As the battle continues, the Ghost Controller will only become stronger and stronger, and the one who wins in the end must be the Ghost Controller."
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Zhang Xianguang shook his head: "Being young and confident is a good thing."
Then he sighed, as if he was tired, or didn't want to argue anymore, and just said: "Well, after all, you are the number one person in the supernatural circle in the country, so I understand that you can't express the slightest bit of human understanding.
The idea of losing to the evil ghost, after all, people need a spiritual sustenance and a hope in this era of supernatural revival."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, then slowly spoke and asked this question: "When people feel desperate and helpless, they will place their hopes on you, the law enforcement captain, or on you captains, but
When those of you who are at the forefront of supernatural events look at the bleak future, who can you put your hope in?"
Zhang Xianguang turned to look at Li Leping, who had just denied his Peach Blossom Land plan: "Ghosts will not die, but ghost masters will die. You people in supernatural events can only win but not lose, and you can only move forward and not stop.
How far can the captains go with this belief and this breath?"
Yang Jian said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, it's time to deal with you."
"That's right, it's really time for me to hit the road."
Zhang Xianguang was not afraid, but felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
Yang Jian looked at A Hong: "Where are the other people and Gui Hua?"
"I am searching."
A Hong began to try to control the supernatural power she had just mastered.
Now the world of oil paintings has become her ghost domain. Even though she has just controlled this body, her ghost control instinct enables her to know everything in the world of ghost paintings well, and she can master it very quickly.
soon.
Lu Zhiwen, He Yin'er, and those who followed them to search for the real ghost paintings appeared in the open space in front of them.
In addition, an old picture frame appeared out of thin air and fell from mid-air.
The picture frame is covered with a layer of black cloth.
"Um?"
He Yin'er, who was suddenly brought here, was stunned for a moment.
However, when she saw the bride wearing a red hijab not far away and the people surrounding the bride, she immediately understood: "Did it succeed?"
Lu Zhiwen was also a little unsure, even unbelievable.
"Successful."
Yang Jian nodded towards this side.
Ah Hong also cooperated and lifted the red hijab, revealing her face with heavy makeup.
"Did it really succeed?"
He Yin'er walked over with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Let's not talk about this for now."
Yang Jian now walked to the picture frame covered with black cloth and uncovered the black cloth.
This picture frame that used to carry the supernatural power of ghost paintings seems to have completely lost its supernatural power. The wooden frame on it is cracked and the oil painting is blurred. It has lost the sense of weirdness and has become very ordinary.
"It seems that all the supernatural power of the ghost painting has returned to A Hong. The frame that originally contained the supernatural power of the ghost painting is useless and has turned into an ordinary oil painting again."
Yang Jian glanced at the oil painting briefly, and then said to A Hong: "In this case, before you take back the ghost domain, you need to bring everyone back to the post office. The administrator and the people from the previous oil painting cannot be allowed to appear.
The real world, otherwise they would all perish."
"Is it the post office? I have read the relevant reports on this incident, but I don't know its specific location. Is it a building with a plaque of Hell Apartments?" A Hong asked.
"Don't you know where the post office is?" Zhou Deng looked confused.
A Hong shook his head: "I don't know, but now the ghost world of ghost paintings has enveloped Dahan City, and I saw a supernatural place with a sign of Hell Apartment here, but I am not sure whether this place is
What you call the post office."
Yang Jian said: "Yes, that's right there. Take us there."
"Wait a minute Yang Jian."
Suddenly, Li Leping, who had no sense of presence anymore, spoke up.
"Li Leping? Is there something wrong?"
Yang Jian turned his ghostly eyes and looked at this strange captain.
Various previous situations have shown that even if the captain does not speak, he will always be able to discover some important information when he opens his mouth.
This seems to be related to his characteristic of always being forgotten.
It seems that the easier it is for someone to be forgotten, the easier it is for them to discern things that are easily overlooked.
"Is the man named Chen Qiaoyang still trapped in the ghost painting?" Li Leping asked.
"Chenqiaoyang?"
After he mentioned it like this, Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "You really forgot about him if you didn't tell me. Ah Hong, can you find him? He shouldn't be able to escape from the ghost painting, so he is still trapped here.
"
A Hong nodded: "It should be possible, but I am not yet proficient in using the ghost realm, so it will take some time. By the way, what does the man named Chen Qiaoyang look like?"
"That's probably it."
Suddenly, Lu Zhiwen, with a stiff and numb face, took out a portrait.
This is a sketch drawn with a black pen. The ink on it is not even dry, as if it was just finished.
The content in the painting can be clearly distinguished, and it is the portrait of Chen Qiaoyang.
"When did you draw it?" Zhou Deng asked curiously.
"When I confirmed Zhang Xianguang's information, I drew it together."
After explaining a little, Lu Zhiwen handed the painting to A Hong: "It's up to you."
"wait a moment."
Ah Hong took the portrait and started looking for it.
soon.
In an ordinary small village, A Hong seemed to have discovered something.
"found it."
As the words fell.
A strange paper sedan was moved here by her and appeared in everyone's sight.
The paper sedan was lifted up by a few weird paper figures. There were burnt marks on it, as if it had just experienced a fire. However, even though the paper sedan looked a little dilapidated, it still kept moving forward.
"Chen Qiaoyang, can you hide?"
Yang Jian took a step forward, and at the same time, fire appeared, rushing towards the paper sedan from all directions.
The ghost realm belonging to the paper sedan was constantly being compressed by the will-o'-the-wisp fire, and the paper man carrying the paper sedan also stopped, and golden flames ignited on his body.
"You won't let me go? Yang, you are really cruel."
Chen Qiaoyang's gnashing of teeth came from the paper sedan.
Yang Jian said: "Last time you escaped from Dadong City, if you were willing to remain anonymous, I probably wouldn't have troubled you, but you were restless and insisted on getting involved in Zhang Xianguang's matter, time and time again.
People like you are too dangerous, I think it's better to get rid of them, otherwise I will regret not getting rid of you today if you cause more trouble next time."
Chen Qiaoyang in the paper sedan was silent for a while and said in a pleading tone; "Although I was involved in Zhang Xianguang's matter, I was forced to do nothing. After all, I have an old relationship with him, and I didn't know that this matter would cause trouble."
It’s so big, even though there is some misunderstanding between us, I can still change my ways, how about giving it a chance?”
He actually began to beg for mercy at this moment.
He never expected that the ghost painting's supernatural power could actually be controlled.
But the problem is that the person who controls the ghost painting is not Zhang Xianguang's planned self, but a person standing over at the headquarters.
Chen Qiaoyang also understood that if he was intercepted today, it would be difficult to escape again.
This is still the world of ghost paintings. No matter where you go, it will be useless. It will be like now, and you will be forcibly transferred here in the blink of an eye.