Chapter 263: One person and one sword in the painting
As everyone left, even Li Yao left the conference room. She still had many things to do. She was not the candidate for the captain's plan. An easy thing.
Some preparations have to be made. After all, they are still willing to see Yang Jian join the circle of friends. Fighting and killing is always not a good idea.
When they all left, Fang Shiming was the only one left in the conference room. He sat alone on the chair with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
“The mysterious guy, the person in charge of Dajiang City, controls the starving ghost, solves S-class supernatural incidents and ghost dramas, often disappears, and his mental state is in severe danger...”
The corner of Fang Shiming's mouth raised slightly:
"It sounds good. If it weren't for two tigers in one mountain, I might really try to win you over. Unfortunately, the circle of friends only needs one voice, and there can only be one voice."< br>
“So well water Just don't violate the river, otherwise I won't be able to kill you, but the price will be heavy."
Thinking of the information someone in the headquarters specifically disclosed to them, Fang Shiming shook his head and stopped thinking about it. , stood up and walked towards the meeting room.
Just a Lin Qian, he can't make any waves, he's just an exaggerated starving ghost, not worthy of his attention.
He is just a starving ghost. How strong can a fierce ghost that can be dealt with by a mere Yang Jian be?
If the headquarters hadn’t allowed them to go to their circle of friends at that time, maybe the starving ghost would have been in their circle of friends. If this kind of fierce ghost could be controlled by Lin Qian, then he could also be controlled by him.
On this point, it can be explained that the Starving Ghost incident is not an S-class one, because it is recognized in the industry that there is no possibility of controlling an S-class ghost. The foreign ghost controller is a lesson learned from the past.
It didn’t take more than half a day after the ghost called me to wake up, and there was no way to relieve it.
It can be seen from this that the starving ghosts are only A-level at best and cannot be S-level.
Fang Shiming walked out of the conference room with contempt in his eyes. He had to become an alien. Taking the path of balancing the evil ghosts would lead to death sooner or later.
The path of the Republic of China was wrong!
The circle of friends started to take action. Although many things were not explained clearly at the meeting, it did not prevent them from sitting back and enjoying the results. Anyway, it was not the bosses like them who did the work.
In a room at the headquarters, Mr. Qin looked at a gold box on the table expressionlessly, and all the conversations at the circle of friends meeting rang in his ears.
The old man grinned, his eyes full of indifference:
"It's okay, it's not a bad idea to try the evil god. If you're lucky, maybe a few of them will survive. If you're not lucky, it's bad luck."
"Anyway, these little things can jump. Very soon, after seeing the strongest people in the era, they will be at ease. Of course, you have to survive first..."
The old man murmured to himself, staring at the gold box on the table, and fell into silence. Black and white pictures kept appearing in his eyes, and the supernatural spread, but in an instant It stopped suddenly, and all the supernatural phenomena disappeared in an instant.
"Alas...there is no future for me..."
A sigh of vicissitudes of life sounded from the room, and then it returned to calm.
Times are ending, and the old man's final days are approaching.
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In Big Z City, in front of a hotel surrounded by police cordons, stood a young man in his early twenties, holding an old hatchet.
Beside the young man, there was a man and a woman. The man seemed to be a black man. To be precise, he was darker than the black man. He was so black and shiny that the black man did not dare to say that he was in front of him. Black people.
The woman has a well-proportioned figure, wears a black windbreaker, is about 1.7 meters tall, not much worse than a young man, and looks heroic.
But through the brim of the windbreaker, you can see that this woman seems to have three faces, one crying, one smiling, and one normal, which is very strange.
Ding-a-ling-ring, ding-a-ling-ring
A cell phone rang, and the young man holding a hatchet frowned slightly, a little displeased.
Taking out the constantly ringing cell phone from his pocket, he saw the caller ID on it. After hesitating for a while, he answered the call.
“I am Yang Jian, what do you want?”
"Yang Jian, this is Liu Xiaoyu. There is news from the headquarters to inform you."
A trace of doubt appeared in Yang Jian's eyes:
"Notice from the headquarters? What news is it? Could it be that it's another time to let you know? Shall I go deal with the supernatural incident?”
“Uh... No, this time I’m notifying you. The headquarters training is held in advance, and you need to go to the headquarters in two weeks. This means that you have to arrive at the headquarters one week in advance. After all, you have not received training from the headquarters.”
“Of course, this is for you. It’s just a process and it won’t take up too much of your time.”
Hearing that Liu Xiaoyu was calling because of this, Yang Jian suddenly understood, so that's what happened:
"What? Okay, I understand, I will go when the time comes."
"Yeah , that’s fine. If nothing else happens, I’ll do it first Hang up. If you need anything, you can contact me directly. "
" Got it. "
After that, he hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. Yang Jian looked up. Caesar Hotel, with deep eyes:
"It seems that we can't go in today. We don't have enough time. If you accidentally miss the training at the headquarters, you will be in big trouble."
"There are a lot of good things in the headquarters, and they know Xinmi better than me. It’s much more.”
“This trip to the headquarters must start from the headquarters. You just have to get something good, like a ghost candle. You can get as much of it as you want.”
“Even if it’s white,”
Thinking of this, Yang Jian looked at it. The red light flashed away, and after thinking for a while, he said to Zhang Hao and Tong Qian:
"I won't go in today. The headquarters has changed the time of the meeting. I have to go back to prepare and clean up some hidden dangers in Dachang City."
"To prepare for the next trip to Dajing City."
Hearing this, Zhang Hao nodded and said:
"No problem, just listen to the boss."
Seeing that Zhang Hao acquiesced, Tong Qian Naturally, she had no objection. Tong Qian, whose memory had been modified, would not refute Yang Jian.
"I don't have any problems. It's not a big problem to solve it early and later."
Seeing this, Yang Jian nodded, turned around and left, with Zhang Hao following Yang Jian closely.
The fact that they came here today was not to solve the hidden dangers of the Caesar Hotel, but Yang Jian wanted to see if he could use a hatchet to dismantle the tall man's corpse.
Lin Qian is right, there is nothing in the world that is most suitable for using a ghost as a body.
Yang Jian also knew his own weight. It was impossible for him to control the complete body of a tall man. The level of terror was too high and he could not touch it.
But since he couldn't control the complete tall male corpse, what about the hands, feet, and torso?
Using a hatchet to cut the tall man's corpse into eight pieces, then it might be easy to control it, and he suspected that as long as he controlled the tall man's corpse, the side effects of the hatchet would most likely be offset.
After all, the hatchet was originally snatched from the hands of the tall male corpse, so it has no side effects at all when used.
Of course, these are just Yang Jian's conjectures. What the truth will be, and whether it will be what he thought, will only be known after he experiments.
Although he did not enter the Caesar Hotel this time, Yang Jian did not care. There was still time and he would wait until he came back from Dajing City.
Tong Qian looked at the backs of Yang Jian and the others, her eyes a little lost, as if she didn't know what she was thinking of, and she just felt very complicated in her heart.
"Who is right and who is wrong? Maybe I was wrong. Only by protecting yourself can you save more innocent ordinary people. This is right."
Tong Qian Qingqing He sighed and looked at his body with a complicated expression.
Ding-a-ling-ring, ding-a-ling-ring
At this moment, its cell phone rang, and Tong Qian answered the phone. She probably knew what was going on. It should be a notification. Time to go to headquarters for training.
"Two weeks? A week early?"
"Well, I understand, I will arrive on time, okay, I understand."
The phone hangs up and the communication ends, Tong Qian exhaled slightly and tightened her windbreaker. It seemed a little cold today.
“Go back and get ready.”
After that, he turned and left. His slender figure was wrapped in a windbreaker. From the back alone, he looked more like a man than a woman. .
As the last person left, a middle-aged man appeared on the rooftop of the Caesar Hotel. Looking at the three people leaving Yang Jian, he was slightly confused:
"Who told this kid? You actually want to go in and chop some plums?”
“Fortunately, it influenced this kid’s thinking a little, otherwise he would have gone in. , I’m afraid I’ll die.”
“This kid is not strong enough, and he will die if he rashly controls the ghost in Xiao Lizi. Besides, Xiao Lizi’s instinct as a living person has not completely disappeared. If I accidentally drag this kid in, he won’t be able to get out.”
The middle-aged man touched his chin, looked down at his feet, shook his head and felt helpless, having to clean up the mess himself.
The middle-aged man stepped lightly on the ground, and a chill appeared and disappeared in an instant.
The middle-aged man nodded, smiled, turned around and walked in the opposite direction:
"It's okay now. When this kid comes back from Dajing City, he will be strong enough. Just enough to control the ghost in Little Plum.”
The middle-aged man slowly disappeared on the rooftop of the Caesar Hotel, as if he had never appeared before.
But he said it was inside the ghost painting.
Bang
Ye Zhen kicked a fierce ghost directly in the waist and kicked it away.
With a sword slash to the side, a tall scarecrow with a weird smile was slashed away. The moment the sword struck the scarecrow, Ye Zhen's originally highly decomposed body quickly recovered.
All the injuries suffered on the body were all transferred to the scarecrow. In the distance, one by one the scarecrows fell to the ground in an instant, and the straw on their bodies began to rot more or less.
In the dim wilderness, Ye Zhen frowned slightly and quickly walked back a long distance, always keeping a distance of seventy meters from the Cunning Bride, no more, no less.
“There are more and more evil ghosts. Thanks to Lin Wudi’s preparation, otherwise I really wouldn’t be able to stop them.”
Ye Zhen slowly backed away, his eyes fixed. He stared at the bright red sword. From the beginning to now, he didn't know how many swords he had swung, and he didn't know how many times he had chopped off the scarecrow.
But every time as long as he didn't turn his attention to the scarecrow, the weird scarecrow would instantly appear next to him, and then be chopped away by him with a sword, repeating the cycle, never getting tired of it.
“What a tough opponent.”
Ye Zhen slashed away the surrounding fierce ghosts with a sword:
"No wonder Lin Wudi asked me to intercept his wife. If it had been anyone else, he would have died countless times."
After such a long time, Ye Zhen discovered many patterns, such as why the scarecrow still survived after receiving so many swords from him, and why there were so many evil ghosts around him.
"It seems I have to get serious."
Ye Zhen exhaled and his eyes became stern.
"Slash!"
The will-o'-the-wisps on Ye Zhen's body burned brightly, and pieces of straw were burned to ashes and fell.
A fierce ghost suddenly appeared behind Ye Zhen, stretched out its stiff ghost hands and pinched his neck.
Discovering this terrifying situation, Ye Zhen had no expression on his face. He turned sideways to avoid the ghost hand, and the moment he avoided the ghost hand that attacked his neck.
Ye Zhen squatted slightly, walked to the side of the ghost in one step, charged up his calf, and kicked hard, causing the ghost to fly backwards with a bang.
Bang, bang, bang
The air seemed to be distorted. It can be seen how heavy Ye Zhen's kick was. The evil ghost knocked three or four evil ghosts away one after another, and then landed on the ground. After rolling several times on the ground, , then stopped motionless.
Looks like he was kicked to the point of temporary freeze.
Ye Zhen remained expressionless, raised his sword, slashed horizontally, and bang, a scarecrow flew out.
Ye Zhen stepped back one after another, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around, stretched out his hand and took out a ghost candle, lit it, and flicked it casually. The ghost candle appeared in an extremely weird manner three meters from the left. Ten meters away.
The candlelight flickered, and a pale light shrouded the surroundings, terrifying and gloomy. The ghost on the left was instantly attracted to it.
The white ghost candle is attracting ghosts.
Although he couldn't support it for long, it relieved most of Ye Zhen's pressure.
The ghost candle swayed, and Ye Zhen quickly ran to the right, changing the direction, so as to avoid the tricky bride extinguishing the ghost candle.
One sword after another, the devils flew out one after another, and fell to a stop far away. As long as these devils were struck by the sword in Ye Zhen's hand, they would all fall into a temporary state of death.
Except for that weird scarecrow.
Ye Zhen tossed and turned, like a flying butterfly, constantly making breakthroughs and breakthroughs among the evil ghosts.
The sound of angry explosions was endless, and the fierce ghosts were kicked and chopped away. Ye Zhen was like a tiger slaying the weak lambs, with ease.
It’s just that the lamb here is a ghost. Even if he is on the retreating side, he is still a tiger who regards the ghost as a lamb!
If someone could overlook the wilderness here from a high altitude, he would be able to see an extremely terrifying picture. In the wilderness for hundreds of miles, fierce ghosts with ghostly auras all over their bodies are heading towards a Directions converge.
And in that direction, there was a young man holding a blood-colored sword, his body burning with green flames, slashing away those evil spirits with one sword after another. There was no sign of retreating at all. With every movement of his hands, the devil flew around and fell to the ground. A sense of dominance emerged spontaneously, as if it should be like this!
The people here are full of ghosts walking at night, one sword is enough!
(End of this chapter)