"Let you go? I won't even look at what you did." Yang Jian said coldly.
Chen Qiaoyang continued to plead: "There are not many old ghost controllers these days. If you keep me, I can work for you and help the headquarters deal with supernatural incidents and make up for my mistakes. If you kill me, it will not only relieve your qi."
If you can't get it, why bother? As the saying goes, let go of old grudges with a smile, and there is no deep hatred between us. Now that Zhang Xianguang and the others have failed, I alone can't stir up any trouble, and I pose no threat to you."
"An extra helping hand is always a good thing."
Yang Xiao, who was next to Yang Jian, couldn't help but laugh when he heard Chen Qiaoyang's words: "Chen Qiaoyang, they say that the older you get, the more shameless you become. You are really not ashamed to say this even at your age.
"
Chen Qiaoyang was shocked when he heard Yang Xiao's voice: "Yang Xiao, are you here too?"
But at this moment, he had no time to "reminisce" with Yang Xiao. He was surrounded by fire and did not dare to get out of the paper sedan. Moreover, if the fire continued like this, he would not be able to hold on for long.
At this moment, the paper sedan had been ignited, and flames began to appear on it, so he could only continue to beg for mercy from Yang Jian: "Yang Jian, how about this, I will help you deal with twenty supernatural incidents in exchange for my life.
How about it? Thirty items are fine, forty items are also fine, you make a condition and I promise to fulfill it."
However, Yang Jian was firm and disagreed: "If you are left alone, chaos will easily arise. Once a ghost controller like you wants to cause trouble, the impact will be greater than ten supernatural events."
As he spoke, the will-o'-the-wisp burned even more intensely.
Yang Jian stepped on the burning will-o'-the-wisp with a cold face and strode towards the paper sedan.
At this moment, less than half of the paper sedan has been burned, and there are incomplete parts everywhere. Chen Qiaoyang sitting inside is restless, like an ant on a hot pot.
"Oops."
Chen Qiaoyang's expression changed drastically and he was about to abandon the paper sedan and run away.
"late."
The next moment, the paper sedan was completely engulfed in flames, and the surrounding fire blocked Chen Qiaoyang's retreat, trapping him in the ghost realm.
"The surname is Yang——!"
Chen Qiaoyang was surrounded by flames. His face was distorted when he felt the stinging heat. He was desperate and angry. At this moment, black and viscous blood surged out of his body. However, as soon as this strange blood dropped to the ground, it was engulfed by the flames.
play any role.
He is called a ghost herder. Although he has the ability to drive powerful ghosts, when there are no ghosts around him, his ability to fight head-on is not strong. It can even be said to be ridiculously weak.
It is precisely because of this that he always hides himself and does not show his face as much as possible.
Suddenly.
A blackened palm pinched his neck, and then a dark ghost shadow covered him and invaded directly towards Chen Qiaoyang's consciousness.
"Go on with peace of mind, I will keep your body. The supernatural power of a ready-made ghost master like you is the best to inherit. Erase your consciousness and let others inherit your supernatural power. Even the problem of recovery
nothing."
"Don't worry, it won't hurt."
Yang Jian's voice echoed in Chen Qiaoyang's ears, and he also felt that his vision became blurred in this cold voice, his consciousness began to disappear at this moment, and his eyelids slowly closed.
soon.
Chen Qiaoyang rolled his eyes, twitched his body, stopped struggling, and was lifted out limply by Yang Jian.
Strictly speaking, he is not dead, his body is still functioning according to its functions, but his consciousness has been erased, so the whole person has become a living dead.
"The living can only see ghosts, but the ghost shepherd cannot see life or death, your time is over."
As soon as Yang Jian let go, Chen Qiaoyang dropped his hand and fell to the open space outside the firelight with lifeless eyes, surrounded by everyone.
"For an unconscious ghost controller, it is better to put him in Li Jun's human skin, then let Ahong draw Li Jun's face, and let Li Jun be resurrected in Chen Qiaoyang's body."
Lu Zhiwen looked at Yang Jian, as if seeking advice.
"Are you sure you can do it?"
Yang Jian looked at Lu Zhiwen, and then at A Hong, who was not far away and was wearing a ghost wedding dress.
Lu Zhiwen said: "It should be possible. Since Chen Qiaoyang's supernatural power can restrain the evil ghost, it can definitely restrain the human skin. Such a supernatural power is very suitable for resurrecting Li Jun. The probability of success is very high."
A Hong also agreed at this moment: "I have no problem."
"I won't be stingy if I use it to resurrect Li Jun, so I'll leave it to you."
Yang Jian returned the makeup box in his hand to A Hong, and at the same time allowed Lu Zhiwen to take Chen Qiaoyang's body away.
"good."
Lu Zhiwen carried Chen Qiaoyang's body on his back, and Ahong also took back her makeup box at this moment.
Although today's Ahong has mastered the supernatural power of ghost paintings and mummy brides, her face is special because it was painted with ghost makeup, so she must touch up her makeup every once in a while, otherwise if something goes wrong with her makeup, she will
A Hong will also have problems.
But now A Hong has a layer of red hijab on her head. This red hijab can not only protect her consciousness, but also help her block the influence from the outside world to a certain extent, so that the makeup on her face does not look like
I was so easily affected before.
"Chen Qiaoyang has been dealt with. Zhang Xianguang's remaining teammate is named Wang Han. He was also trapped by my ghost dream, so this time the matter is over."
Yang Jian said to A Hong: "Take us back to the post office, remember to bring Liu San and Wei Jing with you."
"good."
Ah Hong didn't move, but everything around them was undergoing huge changes.
The whole world seemed to be distorted at this moment, everyone's vision was affected, and they were unable to see the surrounding scenery clearly.
This unusual change soon disappeared.
When everyone regained their sight and could see clearly again, they found that they had arrived at the door of the ghost post office.
To be precise, we arrived at the door of Hell Apartment.
The apartment building with flashing neon lights stood in front of us, and then the entire ghost world began to compress, and the surrounding scenery gathered together crazily, as if the whole world was constantly getting smaller, and as the ghost painting world shrank
, everyone's position is also changing, and they are constantly rushing towards the ghost post office.
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at last.
They all came to the lobby of the ghost post office.
Bright lights, clean and tidy floors, modern decoration, everything is so familiar.
Seeing this, Yang Jian nodded and cast an approving look at A Hong: "It seems that you got started quickly."
"Fortunately, using supernatural power is not difficult."
A Hong's voice came out from under the red hood, and she was not proud of it.
At the same time, the gray world disappeared.
At this moment, everyone completely escaped from the ghost realm of the ghost paintings, and the city outside that was eroded by the ghost paintings also returned to reality at this moment.
Everything finally returned to normal at this moment.
"You are the only one left now, Zhang Xianguang."
Yang Jian looked at the guy trapped in the rope circle with a cold face.
Others also looked at him at this time.
Zhang Xianguang accepted these looks calmly: "It's useless to say anything now, and there's no need for you to kill me. Just take this straw rope away and I'll just walk out of the ghost post office by myself."
"Suicide? Okay, I allow you to do it."
Yang Jian glanced at Zhou Deng and signaled.
Zhou Deng's eyes lit up, and he walked over with a smile, took away the straw rope circle on the ground, and then put it away.
Zhang Xianguang straightened his clothes and glanced at Yang Xiao: "It's a pity. I still want to finish the game of chess with you. It seems that I don't have this chance, so I'm leaving."
"Go well."
Yang Xiao responded calmly.
Zhang Xianguang looked at Ah Hong who was standing motionless on the spot, smiled freely, and then walked towards the outside of the ghost post office without looking back.
His dream begins and ends here.
Suddenly, he remembered the first time he stepped into the ghost post office.
At that time, he was still a newcomer, and his biggest dream at that time was to escape from the ghost post office.
"I have never been able to get rid of the post office in my whole life. I never expected that I would leave in such a way..."
Zhang Xianguang walked out with a smile.
Crossed the gate and came to the outside world.
He no longer needs to hide in a dark post office.
At this moment, he was bathing in the sunshine outside, feeling the warmth and brightness that he had not experienced in countless years.
“It feels so good to bathe in the sunshine.”
Zhang Xianguang opened his arms, as if embracing this bright world, and at the same time.
The manager who walked out of the ghost post office also lost the protection of the post office.
Zhang Xianguang dissipated in the sunlight at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like something that had been dusty for a long time and oxidized the moment it was seen again.
soon.
Zhang Xianguang's body disappeared.
However, an inconspicuous glass ball fell from his body.
Obviously, it is a supernatural item and will not die with Zhang Xianguang.
The strange glass ball started rolling as soon as it landed on the ground, as if it wanted to get away from this place.
Without Zhang Xianguang's control, this supernatural object showed some abnormalities as soon as it appeared.
"Leave it alone, I'll do it."
Zhou Deng immediately rushed out and chased the glass ball.
"Is this what happens when a manager walks out of a ghost post office?" Sun Rui was shocked when he saw this.
Only when he saw it with his own eyes did he realize how terrible this curse was.
Although we know that managers cannot leave the ghost post office, no one has seen what happens after the manager actually leaves the post office.
Now it seems that managers who leave the post office are like betrayers who break their oaths and will suffer terrible punishments, indeed a dead end.
"No matter what, this matter is finally over. It's really not easy." Sun Rui said with emotion.
"Although Zhang Xianguang's matter is over, there is a lot of mess left behind. Several captains worked hard with them to recover quickly. If this problem is not handled well, we are afraid that we will suffer losses."
Yang Jian glanced at Liu San, who had re-pasted the yellow paper during the break to cover the old corpse and the stab wounds on his body.
In addition, there is an old tomb standing alone in the corner of the lobby, where Gui Cha and Wei Jing are buried.
"It seems that the matter is over. I didn't expect the result to be like this. Ah Hong, you turned out to be the final winner."
Liu San, the paper man who had been resting next to the tomb, got up and walked over. Although there were no traces of injuries on his body, his face was still a little bad at the moment, as if he had not completely suppressed the restlessness of the old corpse in his body.
.
"It's just a fluke. I have to thank you for winning this fight, otherwise Zhang Xianguang would be the one controlling the ghost paintings now."
Ah Hong responded.
the other side.
"Thirty-six dead souls, nineteen died, and only seventeen are left. The loss is huge."
After counting the number of dead souls, Sun Rui's eyes narrowed.
These dead souls are very important ghost masters. They can be regarded as the legacy left by the Ghost Post Office to this era. If too many losses are lost at one time, he, the manager, will naturally feel heartbroken, especially now that the Ghost Post Office has become a hell apartment.
, I will no longer send letters, and there will no longer be such dead souls in the future.
Looking at Sun Rui with a face of pain, Yang Jian said: "When I entered the world of oil painting to look for you, I discovered a special supernatural dye that can paint some things that do not exist in reality. The oil painting in the post office
They should all be drawn with this kind of supernatural dye, but I don’t know if this dye can draw the dead messengers again. If it can, then these dead souls may still have a chance to be resurrected."
"Is there still such a thing? I know, I will pay attention to it."
Sun Rui's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded to indicate that he had remembered it. At the same time, he began to recall which souls were still willing to live, and which souls were tired of living long ago and wanted to die.
When Yang Jian mentioned dye, he seemed to think of something. He glanced at the unreal embroidered shoes on A Hong's feet, and then said: "A Hong, after you go back and resurrect Li Jun, come to Dachang City.
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"The shoes of yours were probably painted by Zhang Xianguang with dye. They are just a supernatural product. They cannot exist for too long and will disappear when the time comes. And I happen to have a pair of embroidered shoes that are similar to yours." Yang Jian said.
.
"That's it, I understand."
A Hong understood what Yang Jian meant.
Lu Zhiwen said with a stiff expression at this moment: "The problem now is that Wei Jing is still buried in that tomb, and it was the dead soul that He Yin'er summoned that did it. The dead soul was very scary. Not only did it bury Wei Jing, but also the ghost.
The captain has been imprisoned, and we don’t know what the outcome will be now. We have already damaged Li Jun, and we cannot lose another captain. We must save him if we can."
Yang Jian stared at the huge old tomb in the hall: "If you want to imprison ghosts, you must meet at least two conditions, a powerful enough ghost domain, and a supernatural being that can suppress ghosts. An old tomb can kill ghosts."
Hold it down, you can imagine how terrifying the dead souls summoned by He Yin'er are."
"And since this dead soul buried Wei Jing and Gui Cha together, it must have a reason. It was probably not to harm him, but to let Wei Jing control Gui Cha."
With that said, he walked towards this old grave.
Yang Jian has seen many old graves like this.
The bigger the old grave is, the more ferocious the evil spirits suppress it.
The old grave in front of him is the largest grave that Yang Jian has ever seen. It is four or five times larger than an ordinary grave. It looks like a mound.
"It's similar to Feng Quan's grave."
Yang Jian again thought of the supernatural power controlled by Feng Quan.
I wonder if there is any connection between the supernatural power he controlled and the dead souls summoned by He Yin'er.
"Wei Jing can't move for the time being. If a ghost comes out after the grave is dug, then there will be no way to stay in this place."
After Yang Jian thought for a while, he came to a conclusion.
"But leaving it alone is not an option."
Sun Rui came over and said, "Wei Jing is still inside after all. Who knows what problems may arise after a long time."
Yang Jian looked at He Yin'er and said, "Didn't the ghost leave any words before he disappeared?"
"No, he never showed up again after he left with Wei Jing." He Yin'er shook his head.
Yang Jian frowned: "There is no information left, and the ghost cannot be dug out. This matter is indeed a bit difficult to handle. Unless the current situation of Wei Jing can be determined, this old tomb cannot be easily disturbed. According to
My opinion is that everything remains the same. I will ask Feng Quan for a visit later, as he has researched on the supernatural in this area."
Sun Rui was a little worried: "If you ignore Wei Jing for a long time, nothing will happen to him."
"If something is going to happen to him, something has happened to him now. If nothing happens, nothing will happen to him even if he is buried in the grave. He is an alien and no longer needs to rely on his body to survive. Don't worry, I will pay attention to Wei Jing's affairs.
, As for Li Jun's matter, Lu Zhiwen, you and A Hong should leave first, find a way to resurrect Li Jun, and report the matter here to the headquarters." Yang Jian said.
Lu Zhiwen said: "No problem, I will start working on the plan to resurrect Li Jun after I go back. With Chen Qiaoyang's body here, I believe this should not be difficult."
Before leaving, Yang Jian stopped A Hong and gave a final warning: "A Hong, when you return to the headquarters, remember to familiarize yourself with your own supernatural power, and at the same time determine your own status. After all, the ghost paintings and the mummy bride's supernatural powers cannot be used." If something goes wrong, it will cause big trouble."
"I know, Captain Yang, I will pay attention."
After speaking, Lu Zhiwen and A Hong left the post office, taking with them Li Jun's ghost skin and Chen Qiaoyang's unconscious body.
Yang Jian then looked around at the people still in the post office: "Where is Li Leping?"
"I'm here."
Li Leping, who had no sense of presence, walked out of the crowd. He was ordinary and had been standing here for a while, but he didn't attract anyone's attention.
Yang Jian took a look at Li Leping, who couldn't remember anything, and then said: "As for Shen Lin, please give me something to eat. If you think of a plan to rescue him, let me know in advance. If you need my cooperation, it will be no problem. "
"good."
Li Leping nodded in agreement.
Yang Jian looked at the captains: "That's it for now. If there is nothing else to do, you can return to the cities you are responsible for. I also have to deal with some things."
After saying that, he took the lead to leave the ghost post office.
"Now that this matter has been resolved, if you need to, you can take a rest here. I have many rooms here, so you can stay wherever you like."
Sun Rui, who has been acting as a lonely old man in the apartment, now warmly invites everyone to stay here.
"Okay, I'll stay here for two days before leaving."
Liu San did not refuse.
He doesn't really want to live here, but he still needs some time to deal with his situation.
"Then I'm not welcome."
Zhou Deng found a room with a smile and walked in.
"I'll forget it, I still want to go back to Dayuan City to rebuild Taiping Ancient Town."