Chapter 223 Mr. Qin
Dajing City, in the streets that have been evacuated.
An old man was walking slowly in the direction of the huge ghost land. He looked at the deserted streets to the left and right, and the color of memories seemed to be flowing in his turbid eyes.
He walked very slowly, as if he was taking a walk, but strangely, when his footsteps fell, they seemed to teleport and moved several hundred meters ahead.
He is called Mr. Qin, which is an honorific title, because his strength is enough to suppress the entire Asia.
Ghost masters of this generation like Lin Yuanqing, Ye Zhen, and Yang Jian are just children in Mr. Qin's eyes. He is witnessing the rise of a new generation.
This is his mission. He has persisted in this mission of protecting them for more than fifty years. He has witnessed the glory and fall of the second generation of ghost masters.
Now that he is witnessing the rise of the newest generation, he does not interfere in all the decisions they make.
Because their first generation failed, although they prevented the evil ghost problem for a period of time, it was only temporary, so since they are already losers, they cannot let the new generation follow their path. The old way.
Mr. Qin’s eyes sometimes showed sadness, and sometimes showed happiness, and he murmured: "They seem to have really gone their own way. It's a pity that you are no longer here, and you can't witness the third generation with me. Rise up.”
This whisper disappeared in the wind without being heard. It seemed to be just a sigh, and it seemed to be saying something to someone.
After a while, he walked near the ghost area.
Mr. Qin looked up, the memories in his eyes disappeared, and he stepped forward.
If Liu San was still paying attention to this place, he would definitely be shocked and speechless. The ghost realm that he could barely enter by using his trump card was actually so well-behaved in front of Mr. Qin?
Yes, this powerful ghost realm, which can make a captain-level figure helpless, actually slowly opened a hole, as if it was giving way!
Mr. Qin walked in slowly. As soon as he got inside, he frowned. This chaotic scene brought back some bad memories for him.
His eyes gradually became serious, and his slightly stooped waist slowly straightened. He took out a white ghost candle from his arms and lit it directly.
Suddenly, the dark candlelight lit up, giving people a very eerie feeling. The originally chaotic crowd around them paused, as if the supernatural power blessing them had temporarily failed.
Panic, fear, despair, screams, cries, roars, all kinds of emotions, all kinds of shouts sounded around.
The changes in the surroundings have not stopped, and are getting more and more intensified. A figure slowly looms in front, as if it is about to appear from some kind of nothingness.
The figure gradually became clearer. It seemed to be a paper man, but one of its hands was green, which was incompatible with the other parts of its body, as if it had been forcibly spliced together.
The paper man slowly turned his head and looked at Mr. Qin, then turned his body around, facing Mr. Qin, and stepped forward.
"Is it something that happened by accident?" Mr. Qin instantly judged in his mind. It was not surprising that he could do this with his experience and strength.
Mr. Qin raised one hand and waved it forward. Suddenly the paper man who was still walking paused, as if there was some unknown supernatural force that was fighting against it.
Suddenly the surrounding ghost realm and the crowd paused. At this moment, everything seemed to be still. Then, an incredible scene happened.
Time seems to have started to flow backwards, and everything has returned to a few seconds ago.
The clear paper figure in front became blurry again, as if it was about to return to this place from an unknown area.
"Restart? Troublesome ability" Mr. Qin muttered and walked forward slowly.
The training base is not far away.
The base that had sunk here rose up again without knowing when, and inside was the laboratory where the ghost coffins were kept.
Wang Xiaoming was operating these devices, and Li Jun, who had disappeared since Yang Jian, was nervously staring at the coffin in front of him.
What is inside is an S-class supernatural being: a ghost.
It goes without saying that Gui Cha is powerful. Li Jun is very nervous now. As long as there is a problem, he and Wang Xiaoming will be here. The green fire on his body disappears and disappears. It seems that only one thing is wrong. He will immediately take Wang Xiaoming and evacuate.
At this time, Wang Xiaoming seemed to have prepared the devices. He turned to look at Li Jun and said, "Don't be so nervous. At worst, the ghosts can be limited here."
"Now that the preparations are completed, go and take back the skin." Wang Xiaoming comforted Li Jun and then ordered.
Li Jun nodded, and his nervousness subsided slightly. He took out an item he had prepared from his arms and walked up.
The item in his hand is also a piece of human skin, but half of it seems to be missing. If you think back carefully, you will find that what is missing is the one covering the gold box in front of you.
Holding the half piece of human skin that was in a quiet state in his hand, he slowly approached the box. Suddenly, the human skin on the box slowly fell off, as if it had turned into a puddle of liquid, and merged into the half piece in Li Jun's hand. Human skin.
Bump!
As soon as the human skin fell off, the sound of impact was heard. The huge iron box violently burst into cracks, and a slight golden color was revealed inside. It could be seen that it was gold.
Li Jun walked to Wang Xiaoming's side, his expression becoming more and more vigilant. If the ghost showed signs of losing control, he would take Wang Xiaoming away forcibly. He was too important.
Wang Xiaoming, on the other hand, does not have so many ideas. He has absolute confidence in himself. As long as nothing happens, Wei Jing will be rescued.
Taking advantage of the last period of time, Wang Xiaoming checked his layout again to avoid any accidents.
Bump!
The sound of impact became louder and louder. Without the suppression of human skin, the outer layer of steel gradually began to fall off, and the inner layer of gold also had slight cracks. It seemed that the things inside would break out at any time. Released from bondage and returned to the outside world.
"Here we come." Li Jun reminded in a low voice, his expression instantly alert, and the green fire on his body slightly extended outwards.
Wang Xiaoming, on the other hand, seemed very calm and all arrangements were ready. It was too late to regret now, and there was no point in being nervous.
Bump!
A huge crash sounded, and the box that was already covered with cracks suddenly shattered, and the dark ghostland descended instantly.
The vision of the two people was stripped away, as if the feared ghost had regained his freedom, and both of them were alone at the moment.
In the darkness, Wang Xiaoming took out something from his arms. It was not big and looked like an old wooden bar. He threw the wooden bar onto the instrument prepared in front.
Click, click, click.
It was like the sound of gears turning in the darkness, and the darkness that isolated the sound seemed to be ineffective against this sound.
Gradually the surrounding darkness seemed to be suppressed and became much lighter, and the disturbing feeling was also weakened a lot.
Wang Xiaoming looked at the surrounding arrangements and couldn't help but murmured: "I hope it will succeed." (End of this chapter)