Chapter 242 Uninvited Guest
"Zhang Xianguang, your manager is dead. No one can control the ghost painting even if he takes it back. The Peach Blossom Spring plan has completely failed." Nie Yingping said calmly.
"I'm very curious about how the Peach Blossom Spring Project spread and how it became known to others. Don't tell me it's a coincidence. I don't even believe the dead souls in those oil paintings." Du Hong said.
Zhang Ying frowned and said: "Do you suspect that there is a mole among us?"
A man of about thirty years old, Zhang Xianguang said in a deep voice: "If my plan can If we succeed, we will manage the new ghost painting world together and share all the results. Who will betray in advance?"
Du Hong sneered: "That's not necessarily the case. Song Xinhai and Wang Han took the initiative to leave the team after learning that the manager Zhang Xianguang died."
When Zhang Xianguang heard these two names, his face turned cold, but he still Stay rational: "Peach Blossom Spring Plan Failed" Our many years of hard work have been in vain. They have already started a family and have children. It is understandable that they would not come to take revenge. I don’t blame them.”
“Stop talking nonsense, let me ask one last question. , if you want to quit, bring it up now, I won’t It will be difficult."
"No."
Nie Yingping thought of the ghost post office, and memories flashed across his face, including fear, anger, and sadness: "I I am not an ungrateful person. I was lucky enough to give away the most The last letter left the post office. It was you who helped me solve the problem of the ghost's resurrection. Whether it's for you or for myself, I will never let go of the two people who sabotaged the Peach Blossom Spring plan. Even if you don't organize us to come over, I will. Will come to you”
Du Hong and Zhang Ying looked at each other and nodded: "Let's do it together."
"First find a place where I can superimpose supernatural strength."
Zhang Xianguang's face was expressionless, his hands He tightened the rusty sword in his hand, took out a corpse oil lamp with his other hand, and turned to look at the sales hall.
The four of them walked into a residential building in Guanjiang Community and chose a location on the second floor. From here, they could have a close look at the sales hall opposite.
Zhang Xianguang dragged his machete into a bedroom, closed the curtains, placed a corpse oil lamp above his head, took out four more oil lamps, and placed them on the front, back, left and right walls.
In the dim room, five oil lamps were lit.
What is creepy is that the light of the oil lamp is dim and yellow, hazy and a bit weird.
The light shone on Zhang Xianguang, reflecting five slender shadows on the tile floor. The shadows swayed, twisted, and seemed to be struggling, slowly breaking away from the ground and peeling off the wall.
After the blurry black shadow came out, the darkness of the body gradually faded, turning into five Zhang Xianguangs holding rusty swords.
They look and dress exactly like the real Zhang Xianguang, and so do their rusty swords.
Restart, a less than perfect infinite restart.
The five Zhang Xianguang, who was dragging a machete, walked out of the bedroom and took Nie Yingping, Du Hong and Zhang Ying to the sales hall.
Sales hall.
Liang Xingyang covered the wooden coffin lid tightly, walked out of the safe house, and closed the golden door.
Transformation takes time. According to the memory of the original work, you have to sleep for at least a day.
Liang Xingyang took out his satellite positioning phone and contacted Qin Meirou.
“Tell Cao Yanhua again that no one will use wish stickers within this day.”
Qin Meirou’s sweet voice came from the phone: “Minister Cao has warned you to have wishes. The captains such as Shen Lan, Cao Yang, Wang Chaling, and Liu San have also agreed to the headquarters' request, so you can rest assured."
Liang Xingyang frowned and hung up the phone after hearing this.
Does the headquarters treat wish stickers as benefits or year-end bonuses and distribute them to the captains?
A white blur of ghosts opened up and enveloped the entire sales hall. The ghosts affected reality, and the blurry sales hall actually seemed a little distorted and illusory.
“Nothing unusual!”
Liang Xingyang murmured in a low voice.
As the ghost spread five hundred meters, an accident happened.
A rusty old broadsword struck the ghost, and the white world was affected. The knife tore a gap more than ten meters long in the ghost, and eight figures broke into the ghost. .
Liang Xingyang's face was solemn, and his figure disappeared from the second floor of the sales hall and came to the door.
"Five Zhang Xianguang, the restart of the Corpse Oil Lamp! Team members Nie Yingping, Du Hong, and Zhang Ying."
He once stole the memory of the administrator Zhang Xianguang and recognized the faces of these people.
“He came with bad intentions.”
Liang Xingyang’s face turned cold, and after giving the eight people an indifferent look, he disappeared again.
other side.
Nie Yingping rubbed his eyes, his eyes were still cloudy, as if he had cataracts, and said angrily: "This kind of vague ghost is not like the ghost of Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian. Do they have other helpers?" "Here?"
"Damn it, I can't even see the road clearly. This kind of ghost is really troublesome." Zhang Ying cursed.
Du Hong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "There is something wrong with the other party's ghost. My ghost is completely suppressed in the body and cannot be used at all."
One of the five Zhang Xianguang said, He said calmly: "Don't get separated, otherwise you will be defeated by each one after you get lost."
But the next moment.
"Plop, puff, puff, puff~"
The dull and depressing heartbeat suddenly sounded around, as if a heavy hammer was hitting everyone's hearts.
"Someone takes action."
The five Zhang Xianguangs finished speaking at the same time, raising their old swords in different postures.
Five rusty old broadswords slashed from all directions. The white mist was immediately torn apart by the curse on the broadsword. The surrounding blurry water mist faded away in an instant, revealing a clear field of vision.
"It hurts, it hurts. My heart is beating normally! Help me quickly."
Zhang Ying's face was full of pain, a layer of deathly gray spread over her face, her hands pressed tightly against her heart, The body becomes rickety.
Lies come true.
The supernatural power she controls is calming her racing heart and resisting the mortal curse of the ghost heart, but the supernatural strength seems not enough.
"I'm here to help you."
Nie Yingping's face was shocked. A dirty and black rattle appeared in his hand. There was a strange human face on the drum and two dirty ones. His dirty palms pressed against the drum head, as if he had been imprisoned in the rattle for a long time.
However, this little toy is missing two projectiles and cannot swing left and right to make a sound.
In order to save Zhang Ying, Nie Yingping hit the drum head with his fingers, and the terrifying screams of ghosts immediately sounded around him.
The sharp, penetrating voice of terror dispelled the curse of the ghost heart.
Zhang Ying felt like a person who had been drowning for a long time. She took a deep breath of cold air. The rich gray color on her face was quickly fading away, and the terrifying heart palpitations were also fading.
"I'll chase him."
Zhang Xianguang, who was waving his sword towards the east, spotted Liang Xing's figure with sharp eyes, and rushed forward quickly with his sword in hand.
"Everyone, keep up."
……
A large piece of white mist enveloped him, and Liang Xingyang's figure had disappeared before Zhang Xianguang rushed in with his knife.
“Using the shadow of the oil lamp to restart is actually not perfect. Only five can be restarted at a time. As long as the oil lamp is destroyed, the restart can be destroyed.”
Liang Xingyang returned to the sales hall, and Silver The bright reflective pupils clearly stared at the eight people lost in the ghost world.
The ghosts block the view, but the sales hall will not move. As long as you confirm the direction, you can find it quickly.
With the power of the Mirror Ghost, the delay will not last long.
"Zhang Xianguang's five old swords, Nie Yingping's frozen corpses, ghost tattoos, and the supernatural weapon is a rattle. Zhang Ying's supernatural power to make lies can turn lies into reality, and the supernatural weapon is the sharp manicure on the nails. Du Hong's marsh gas The strength of the ghost is at the third level of the ghost-eye ghost. He has no supernatural weapons and is the weakest among the eight. "
Liang Xingyang stole Zhang Xianguang's memory and had already gained insight into all the opponent's information, and was thinking about a solution.
The old sword can tear apart a large area of supernatural beings. It not only restrains the ghosts that lead the way, but also restrains the condensed strange figures. Without the help of Yang Jian's ghost eyes, the guiding ghost cannot gather the strange figures fast enough. After appearing, it will be chopped into pieces by five big knives and disappear.
If it weren't for Yang Jian executing a strange plan inside and not being disturbed, Liang Xingyang felt that he would have a lot to do whether he went out as a trick or found where Zhang Xianguang was hiding to sabotage the restart of the corpse oil lamp.
Unfortunately, everything collided.
It was impossible for Liang Xingyang to retreat. It was not difficult for him to rashly fight one against eight, and he did not dare to gamble with Yang Jian's life that they would not find safe house No. 3.
In the original work, Zhang Xianguang used oil lamps and swords to fight against Yang Jian, Li Jun, Liu San, Li Leping, and He Yin'er alone. He was extremely powerful.
It is not realistic to fight one against eight.
Liang Xingyang stared at the eight people who had arrived at the door of the sales hall with his bright silver pupils, his heart sank, and he was thinking crazily in his mind.
Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he hesitated as if he was worried about something.
But he made a quick decision.
His figure disappeared from the spot under the white mist and ghosts. He came to safe house No. 1 and took out a golden box from the neatly arranged gold containers.
A piece of white label paper fell from the box to the ground, with crooked handwriting written on the paper: Ghost.
“After fusing the eight mirror ghosts, the hungry ghost’s food intake is six, and the limit is seven. Instead of the ghost ghost, it is not sure whether it can obtain the ability of unbreakable suppression, but if there is a supernatural support, even if there is no Even if there is no solution to the suppression, I also have a chance to defeat the eight Zhang Xianguang people."
A trace of determination flashed in Liang Xingyang's eyes and he took out a wish sticker. (End of chapter)