Chapter 236: Entering The Ghost Painting
Abroad, Painter, a man possessing a Fierce Ghost that forms a puzzle piece with the Ghost Painting.
The ability to paint.
The Painter’s face completely turned cold.
“It seems you’ve been targeting me for a long time.”
Knowing him and attacking right away already explained a lot.
He knew he might not survive.
His eyes flickered slightly, and a bold idea appeared in his mind.
His gaze quietly turned toward that oil lamp.
Extinguish it, let this door he painted lose control and remain open.
Let the Ghost Painting descend into reality.
Drag them down with him to die!
No, he might not die; he could even survive.
“You want to go in, right?”
The Painter suddenly spoke.
“Kill me, and you still won’t get in.”
“Once my Supernatural completely sinks into silence, this door will collapse too.”
“Without coordinates, even if you control my ghost, you won’t accurately find the Ghost Painting’s location. Of course, you might find it, but the medium to open it has disappeared.”
“You won’t be able to open the door to enter the Ghost Painting.”
The Painter’s tone was calm and confident.
“People from your country are all cowards, that’s for sure. You never dare to face us head-on, only sneak attacks.”
As if afraid Lin Qian and the others wouldn’t understand, the last sentence was in Chinese.
Fang Shiming showed no expression.
Ye Zhen’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Has this guy started to give up already?
“You seem eager to die.” Ye Zhen said flatly.
“What’s wrong? Am I incorrect?”
“Restraining me through a sneak attack—is that something to be proud of?”
“I think our God wouldn’t tolerate such despicable and shameless behavior. But our faiths differ; perhaps your Buddha and Daoist ancestors would.”
Fang Shiming’s eyelids lifted slightly.
This guy was courting death, obviously so.
Lin Qian didn’t speak.
“Why aren’t you talking?”
Seeing no sound from behind for a long time, the Painter showed a sneering expression. Of course, he didn’t know if the three behind him could see it.
He didn’t care about that.
“Go ahead and kill me, but I guarantee you’ll regret it.”
Lin Qian: “…”
Ye Zhen rubbed his brow, “Stop wasting words, kill him quickly.”
“No rush, let me first find the Supernatural medium maintaining this door.”
Lin Qian’s eyes suddenly tore open, a pair of Ghost Eyes emerging from them.
Suddenly, Lin Qian grinned, “Found it.”
The next moment, the Painter’s expression changed.
How is that possible!
What a joke!
His Supernatural was actually missing a part.
Vanished into thin air.
No, not Supernatural, but ability—his ability to control the portal had disappeared.
This meant the oil painting in front of him no longer belonged to him.
“Alright, Painter, you can die now.”
Dense black mist suddenly enveloped the Painter.
The Painter’s expression instantly turned ferocious, “No, you can’t kill me! Kill me, and the portal will definitely collapse!”
“The Ghost Painting will definitely descend into reality!”
Lin Qian’s expression was calm:
“There might be an accident, but right now the entire villa is within my Ghost Domain’s coverage.”
“Accidents won’t happen in my Ghost Domain, only outside.”
The Painter’s eyes widened in disbelief—he was actually going to die?
He was the Painter, the Painter of the King Organization, the Painter who intended to claim kingship and territory on that land.
How could he die here!
The black mist completely enveloped him, and the Painter’s consciousness gradually began to sink into silence.
His vision was turning pitch black.
The Painter’s expression remained ferocious, but his eyes had lost their light.
He could feel his body misting away.
Even the Fierce Ghost was misting away.
Was he really going to die?
The figure’s brows furrowed tightly, teeth subconsciously biting the lips.
But soon, he realized he could no longer feel his lips.
“Heh heh…”
In the end, the Painter’s last words were just a guttural heh heh from his throat.
The Painter was swallowed by the black mist, which merged into Lin Qian’s body.
Lin Qian’s mouth twitched; another one seized. Back to let Wang Xiaoqiang control the Painter’s full Fierce Ghosts.
Wang Xiaoqiang’s strength was still too weak, not comprehensive enough.
But if giving to Wang Xiaoqiang, one ghost from him would need to be given too.
The one encountered in Da Chan Yatou Village, the shadow ghost existing in the wall.
Supernatural ability is Door Blocking.
The ghost that twists into a meatball upon touch.
Perfect for Wang Xiaoqiang.
No accidents; with Lin Qian’s current strength, failing to take down a Painter would be a real problem.
The Painter’s Supernatural was fully inherited by Lin Qian.
“Let’s go, we must hurry.”
Lin Qian could feel something eerie appearing at the edge of his Ghost Domain.
That thing seemed to be trying to tear open his Ghost Domain.
Though he didn’t know what it was, it was definitely very dangerous.
The three didn’t hesitate; Lin Qian instantly appeared in front of the oil painting.
With cold yin energy rampant in his hand, he reached toward the portal on the oil painting.
An astonishing scene appeared: Lin Qian’s hand actually entered the oil painting and grasped the door handle of that red portal.
Creak~!
A grinding sound emerged; that portal was actually pulled open.
“Hurry!”
Lin Qian suddenly roared.
Ye Zhen and Fang Shiming didn’t waste words, charging straight toward that painted door.
A bizarre scene appeared.
The two entered the oil painting one after another, stepping directly through that door.
Confirming the two had entered.
Lin Qian directly withdrew his Ghost Domain.
The moment the Ghost Domain disappeared, a sense of ominous foreboding immediately arose.
“Damn, that’s fierce. Hope you’re even fiercer later!”
Lin Qian stepped through the door.
And the moment he entered the painting, shadows rapidly covered the entire villa.
Walls, ceiling, oil lamp—all shrouded in shadows.
The shadows appeared, paused for a few seconds, then rapidly drilled toward that open portal.
In just one or two seconds, all the shadows entered the portal.
“Close!”
The moment the shadows fully entered the painted door, a cold voice came from the portal.
Bang~!
The door slammed shut, incredibly fast.
Bang bang bang~!
But right after the door closed, sounds of impacts against it came from inside.
Inside the Ghost Painting.
“How do you feel?”
“Not bad.”
“Something feels off. Leave the Ghost Painting; now the Ghost Painting’s source is hidden. Even if we trigger the Ghost Painting’s killing pattern, no issues will arise for the time being.”
Paper ash drifted down, sky gray and hazy.
In the chaotic bizarre city, two figures shuttled through the city.
The two moved very fast, as if something was chasing them from behind.
Xu Zhou looked at Wei Jing, whose face was pale, three Ghost Paintings hanging from his neck, and two more on his back.
He breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
Five Ghost Paintings—at least enough to let him take Wei Jing away without Wei Jing losing control.
“Hold on a bit longer; the President will come in soon.”
Xu Zhou said.
Wei Jing nodded.
“Actually, you shouldn’t have come to save me.”
“Even if you rescue me, I could turn into an S-level Supernatural Event at any time.”
Wei Jing’s hoarse voice rang in Xu Zhou’s ears.
“Cut the crap. We’re already here. What to do and what not to do—we’ve thought it through carefully. It’s not your place to babble.”
Xu Zhou said gruffly.
This guy’s brain must be messed up.
Didn’t he know what maximizing loss avoidance meant?
Not bringing Wei Jing out would be a total blood loss.
Risking so much to come in and not saving this guy would make it all for nothing.
“The Ghost Messenger Suppression Quota has broken four digits, and I’ve inherited part of the Suppression Quota.”
Wei Jing’s dim gaze fixed ahead.
“But I feel I should be able to inherit the full Suppression Quota, but for some reason, only part.”
“In my memory, it seems before you came, someone had been here.”
Xu Zhou was shocked, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“Sorry, I’m not sure if it’s my illusion.”
“My consciousness doesn’t always exist. That bit of perception only arose because the Ghost Messenger was restricted.”
“It’s like dreaming, but forgetting the content upon waking, only knowing you dreamed.”
Wei Jing explained.
Xu Zhou’s expression changed slightly.
He thought for a moment, then suddenly cursed.
“Fuck!”
He knew who did it.
Definitely that ghost called Li Zhe.
“How many ghosts can you suppress now?”
Wang Xiao Ming’s voice suddenly rang out.
This voice, silent for so long, suddenly appeared now.
Hearing Wang Xiao Ming’s voice, Wei Jing’s eyes moved, his heart instinctively calming.
“Seven hundred, exactly.”
Wang Xiao Ming fell silent.
Xu Zhou stumbled, nearly falling.
Hearing this answer was truly beyond Wang Xiao Ming’s expectation.
He thought at most two or three hundred, but unexpectedly seven hundred.
And this was just inheriting part of the Ghost Messenger’s Suppression Quota.
If full inheritance, how terrifying would that be?
Wei Jing must get out!
At this moment, Wang Xiao Ming resolved himself.
As long as Wei Jing gets out, domestic Supernatural Events of any level can be resolved!
Wei Jing, who can suppress seven hundred Fierce Ghosts, once walking the city.
Would undoubtedly be a walking deity!
As long as no loss of control, no Supernatural Event unsolvable.
Headquarters reconstruction would instantly become effortless.
No one would refuse or dare to refuse.
Xu Zhou also realized this.
His gaze toward Wei Jing shifted slightly.
A Ghost Controller stronger than the President had appeared.
As long as he gets out, he’d be the strongest spanning this era.
“Xu Zhou, please, definitely bring out Wei Jing!”
Wang Xiao Ming’s voice trembled, but his tone was extremely firm.
“Got it!”
As long as the President didn’t tell him to abandon Wei Jing, even at the cost of his life, he’d bring Wei Jing out!
The two sped up, quickly leaving this city in the Ghost Painting, heading to the next Ghost Painting.
“Running really fast.”
Xu Ming looked at the man beside him with three faces, holding a coffin nail.
“‘Li Zhe’, since you want them to find the Ghost Painting’s source, why not give them some guidance?”
A crying face suddenly opened its eyes, a eerie smile emerging:
“If too easy, do you think they’d leave from the source?”
“They’d surely think there’s a trap.”
“That’s not what I want.”
Xu Ming felt a chill.
The person before him wasn’t those revived ghosts from the Reform Society.
But a ghost that truly gained wisdom through stacking Supernatural.
Then through learning, fully possessing ‘self’.
Such an existence was extremely terrifying.
“What is your goal exactly?”
The woman asked, her expression grave.
“You really want to know?”
A smiling face suddenly turned toward the woman.
That eerie, creepy smile made one’s scalp tingle.
But soon, he moved that face away.
“Your Reform Society’s ideals are good; we’re the same kind.”
“So, I accept your recruitment, but your plan has flaws.”
“Opening now is prone to issues.”
Xu Ming and the woman were puzzled—what plan?
But suddenly, a mouth and an eye protruded on Xu Ming’s face.
Xu Ming’s eyes instantly closed.
And at that moment, the woman changed too.
Her head twisted directly to the back, revealing a pale human face that spoke:
“Fine, everything as you say, but first, you need to leave here.”
“You want a terrifying body; that’s good, we want it too. But don’t forget the state of the body you want right now.”
At this moment, the mouth on Xu Ming’s face also spoke:
“If you fail, you’ll be eaten.”
The crying face and smiling face faced the two ‘people’ respectively.
“I won’t lose, unless an accident.”
‘Li Zhe’ was very confident.
“You’re confident; hope you succeed. We expect cooperation with you, cooperation with our kind.”
The two eerie existences said simultaneously.
“Wait and see; I also expect more of our kind to appear.” ‘Li Zhe’ said.
With that, the woman’s head turned back, and the mouth and eye on Xu Ming’s face retracted.
“You’re very weak.” ‘Li Zhe’ looked at the two, leaving a baffling sentence.
Xu Ming and the woman were confused—what happened?
“Let’s go; Ghost Messenger is coming soon. Don’t run faster, you’ll die?”
Saying that, ignoring them, it walked toward the front on its own.
Disappeared from sight in a few steps.
Xu Ming and the woman had no time to think more.
They quickly followed.
“What a familiar place.”
“Last time I came in, it was in Da Jing City.”
Ye Zhen reached out to catch a small piece of paper ash.
Ghost Domain suppressed; without using substitute death ability, Ghost Domain almost couldn’t be activated.
Lin Qian looked around: gray hazy heaven and earth, wasteland everywhere.
He looked back; behind was a wilderness wheat field.
The portal they came through had disappeared, who knows where.
But Lin Qian could sense where the door was.
If he wanted, he could open the door anytime and leave.
But only here.
“That ghost came in?”
“Yeah, it came in, but don’t know where it went.”
Lin Qian scanned around, not finding that ghost’s presence.
“Sooner or later it’ll come for us. Without Ghost Domain, let’s see how it hides.” Ye Zhen said coldly.
One accident after another had nearly killed him.
He was the substitute death ghost Ye Zhen!
Actually forced by a ghost to hide in Ghost Domain.
Did he, Ye Zhen, have no face?
“First find Xu Zhou.” Lin Qian nodded, then began locating Xu Zhou’s position.
