Chapter 429 The opening of the tenth level of ghosts
At this moment, the captain meeting is gradually coming to an end. Yang Jian decided to take on the task of compiling the supernatural forum on his own. After some debate about the addresses of the three ghosts with living consciousness that he handed over, the final hunting mission was handed over to the three captains.
These three people are Shen Lan, Shen Lin, and Li Leping.
“Once the plan is made, it can be implemented. Whether the situation in the future will be completely out of control or continue to be stable depends on what we do. I don’t want the captain’s civil strife to happen again, otherwise I will deal with the problem. "
Yang Jian's eyes were glowing red, his hands were flat on the seat handles, and he suppressed the eight captains with his aura, and his tone was unquestionable.
The originally noisy conference room immediately became quiet.
Every captain is a proud and arrogant person. This kind of unabashed strength can easily arouse resentment, but the supernatural aura emanating from Yang Jian's eyes is really amazing, and These words could not be refuted, and everyone could only acquiesce to his statement.
After all.
The supernatural circle is a pyramid, and the right to speak is determined by strength.
And with Yang Jian’s restraint, it is more suitable for them to survive. Certain bad behaviors in the paranormal circle will also be suppressed under the subtle influence of industry rules.
For example, the older generation of ghost masters deliberately suppress the newcomers, and the newcomers grow up silently with the idea of not bullying young people into poverty, and form a group to kill the older ghost masters and plunder their accumulated wealth and resources.
"The meeting is dismissed!"
Yang Jian left a word, the red light of the ghost's eyes flashed away, and he disappeared from his seat.
When he appeared again, he had already arrived in Dahai City.
At the same time.
In the office on the top floor of the Pearl Tower in the city center.
While biting a straw and drinking hot milk, Ye Zhen, who was watching TV seriously, suddenly frowned, looking away from the TV screen and looking out the floor-to-ceiling window.
Even the doll sitting next to him reacted. He turned his head 180 degrees and looked at the dazzling scarlet outside the window with his big dark eyes.
"It turns out that Xiao Yang from the headquarters is here, but the animation is not over yet, which is really troublesome. But for the sake of Liang Wudi, I, Mr. Ye, should also go and receive him properly and show my friendship as a landlord. That's right." Ye Zhen stood up, raised his eyebrows, and pushed the doll's head hard. Turning back, "I, Mr. Ye, have to give me face, how dare you hold me back?"
The doll's eyes rolled around, as if it understood what Ye Zhen meant, and it quickly climbed up to Ye Zhen's feet. inside the shirt, and then seemed to disappear, without even a trace of the bulge in the clothes.
But after a while, the doll's head stuck out from Ye Zhen's back, a pair of round eyes peering at the red light on the horizon outside the window.
It won’t take long.
The red light on the skyline spread over, and the sunlight coming in from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows instantly turned scarlet.
Yang Jian walked through the glass like a ghost and walked out with his back to the red light. The front was shrouded in a thick shadow and his facial expression could not be seen clearly. After walking a few steps, he came to Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen had a weird look on his face and thought to himself: "He is better at pretending than me. Looking at Xiao Yang's thick eyebrows and big eyes, he turns out to be a member of the same group!"
After the red light dissipated, Yang Jian got straight to the point: "I recently held a meeting and found something for the captain of the headquarters to do. One of the things was about incorporating non-governmental organizations and recruiting private ghost masters to deal with supernatural incidents in the country. .”
< br>Ye Zhen sat back on the sofa, waved his hands and said: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. I, Ye, can take action to bring peace to the world, but as the boss of the supernatural forum, I cannot and will not condescend to be the subordinate of the headquarters. This matter Even if I agree to the matter, my subordinates Those little guys won’t agree. Even if my little brother agrees, thousands of people in Dahai City can’t agree.”
Yang Jian frowned and said, “You are not among the top ghost masters at the headquarters. , I will not force you to be recruited. But the Supernatural Forum has too much reputation among non-governmental organizations, so you guys posted a statement on the Ghost Controller website to cooperate with the headquarters’ plan. Isn’t that too much?”
He has no friendship with Ye Zhen. They have never fought against each other.
The last time the two met, they shared weal and woe on the ghost ship. There were Liang Xingyang and Zhang Xianguang there, but the situation was critical and no one had time to chat. He also came over in advance to discuss it because he and Ye Zhen had a life-and-death friendship. Otherwise, if the headquarters released the plan and did not agree with him, he would directly lead the captains to the door, and there would be no way to sit down and talk with you.
"Xiao Yang, I'm very busy and don't have much time to spend time with you."
Ye Zhen said a little boredly, but his eyes couldn't help but move to the TV screen. The animation was not over yet.
"If the differences can be resolved peacefully, I am willing to do so. If not, we have to follow the rules of the supernatural circle. If we fight, whoever is stronger will be obedient."
< br>A flash of scarlet flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. The lights in the office began to flicker due to supernatural interference, and the lights also turned into a rich red light.
Chichi......
Snowflakes flashed across the TV screen, and strangely, even the snowflakes had a strange red light, as rich as blood.
"So bold, you dare to point fingers here, you are clearly looking down on me." After watching the anime, Ye Zhen became furious, stretched out his hand and called it hard, and the long sword hanging on the wall disappeared mysteriously, out of thin air. appeared in his hand.
But the next moment, he stood motionless like a dementia, his eyes were blank, his mouth opened and closed, as if he was saying something, but not a single sound came out.
The doll behind him had dark eyes open and his mouth motionless, eagerly exchanging information with Ye Zhen.
At this time, Ye Zhen's mouth stopped opening and closing, his eyes instantly broke out of his dazed state and returned to normal, but his face was surprisingly angry.
"Can I beat Xiao Yang? I'm angry. He doesn't know the heights of the world and is still standing here. He clearly doesn't take me seriously."
"Cut!"
Ye Zhen was furious. , without saying a word, he angrily unsheathed the long sword in his hand. The sword blade, which was not sharp at all, now showed a twisted and ferocious face, and was pointed at Yang Jian's face.
However, at this moment, Yang Jian twisted crazily like a phantom, then exploded and disappeared. Obviously this is an illusion created by the ghost eye, and it is not the real person. Yang Jian is hiding in the ghost.
“The devil’s little tricks dare to try my best at my job, Mr. Ye.”
Ye Zhen yelled, and his body expanded at an incredible speed. As his ghost appeared, the red light in the conference room was suddenly extinguished.
The snowflakes on the TV screen rustled and returned to a white flash.
But the next moment.
A richer red light covered everything, and everything came to a standstill, even the TV screen was frozen in a certain clip.
“What a joke!”
Ye Zhen's eyes widened at this moment, and his movements became very slow.
If the doll hadn't affected his body and given him some extraordinary characteristics, he might not even be able to blink his eyelids under the stagnant red light, let alone speak.
"Chichi..."
The TV screen emitted red light, reflecting Yang Jian's face, and Yang Jian's voice also sounded: "For the sake of getting to know each other, I If I don’t kill you, I’ll ask you now, are you convinced?”
Ye Zhen yelled: “You want me, Ye, to submit, do you think you are Liang Wudi?”
As he spoke, his body expanded again, breaking away from the suppression of the red light, and in an instant he turned into a little giant. His head had already reached the ceiling. At this moment, he had to bend down and look down at Yang Jian on the TV screen.
But he knew that this was just an illusion created by ghosts.
Yang Jian himself may be hiding far away and watching the situation here silently. After all, Ghost Eye Yang Jian is best at ghosts.
“Such a supernatural power is still holding on.”
In the corner of the office, Yang Jian’s figure walked out of the red light, his eyes flashing with sharp light, and he was holding a stick in his hand. A cracked spear.
Suddenly.
A thick shadow flowed from his feet and covered the office. Countless footprint media were triggered, and many 'people' appeared in his sight.
There are too many, densely packed. There were hundreds or even thousands of people covering Ye Zhen’s media before. Even Ye Zhen’s figure was blurred and obscured by these people.
And a certain medium superimposed on top of each other is moving, constantly getting deeper into other media, seeming to consciously stay away from and avoid Yang Jian's prying eyes.
Suddenly.
Yang Jian felt a strong wind coming from above his head, and at the same time a ghostly interference came, and Ye Zhen's huge fist came down from the top of his head.
Bang.
With a huge sound, the hardwood desk was smashed to pieces, and even the tile floor had a big hole, and the situation on the next floor could be seen.
"Disappeared..."
Ye Zhen frowned and stared at Yang Jian's position.
"As long as I stagger the time, you won't be able to hit me at all."
The red light flashed away, and Yang Jian's figure appeared again.
Just now he walked into the eighth floor of the ghost world and restarted for a few seconds. One was in the past and the other was in the present. He easily avoided Ye Zhen's attack.
When Ye Zhen heard this, he was stunned and said: "Mani?"
If the time is staggered, is there anyone in the supernatural circle who can do such a thing?
But the next second.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and a richer red light was emerging from his body. He slowly raised the cracked spear and said to him word by word: "You have many media, but I have I don’t know if you can withstand the blow!”
At this moment, it was not one person speaking, but countless Yang Jian speaking together. The rich red light superimposed on ten layers of the ghost eye flashed away, dyeing the dark ghost shadow red in an instant.
“Really?”
Suddenly, Ye Zhen seemed to feel something, and his face suddenly changed, turning pale.
And the doll behind him screamed, struggled to break free from Ye Zhen, and couldn't wait to run away.
Later.
Yang Jian raised his arm, and the rusty hatchet in his hand was superimposed with countless ghost images.
The knife fell and struck Ye Zhen on the waist.
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