Chapter 307: Saving Dajing City

Although Jiang Shan is not quite clear about Yang Jian’s current condition, as long as he can control the supernatural power of the ghost painting and ensure that Dajing City will not fall, this is enough.

“Let’s take action. The headquarters has been paralyzed. Zhao Jianguo, who was the first to be affected by the supernatural, was the main one. Sun Huafeng, Wang Xiaoming, and all the senior executives were not spared.”

“All the evil spirits that were previously imprisoned in the headquarters base have been released. Although I asked Liu San and the head of the branch to deal with it, it is difficult for them to detain them under the suppression of the Ghost Painting Ghost Domain.”

“You should also know the captain’s plan. Apart from Li Jun and Lu Zhiwen, there is also Ye Zhen. Without a leader, few captains are willing to wade into this muddy water. So my purpose is very clear. The headquarters cannot be gone. The order of the domestic supernatural circle must exist.”

As they walked out of the haunted house, Jiang Shan informed Yang Jian of the current situation in Dajing City and also directly expressed his thoughts.

Because under the cover of the ghost painting ghost domain, almost no ghost riders can use the ghost domain in it,
Although he arranged Liu San and dozens of responsible persons to restore the backup data of the headquarters, even with the killing patterns of ghosts, hundreds of ghosts are still a tough nut to crack.

Many of the twelve captains at the headquarters are folk ghost fighters who have fought their way to the present day.

For them, they joined the headquarters only for the sake of the leader’s power and official recognition, so as to better deal with the supernatural and facilitate certain things.

How much of an impact can they have when they are just a small group or even powerless?
Therefore, even if the headquarters was destroyed and Dajing City fell, for them, life would not change much compared to before.

And this is what makes Jiang Shan different from them. He is not thinking about himself, but about the domestic situation.

After all, those captains didn’t know that there was a king organization abroad and a terrifying ghost driving a ghost ship who was eyeing the country covetously.

They don’t have a God’s perspective, but Jiang Shan does.

Even though he doesn’t have much of a sense of belonging to this world, once the ghost ship plan is launched, he may be able to withstand a few waves of attacks from the king, but the endless stream of evil spirits will sooner or later wear him down.

After all, he is still a ghost rider and still has his limits.

Although it may seem a bit worrying to think about these things now, we only have one life.

You need to be crazy when facing ghosts, and you need to be cautious when facing the uncertainty of the future that may be changed by humans.

This is Jiang Shan’s way of survival and the foundation of his life.

As for the current situation in Dajing City, these ghost riders who control one or two evil ghosts will ultimately be unable to completely put an end to the turmoil in Dajing City.

This is why Jiang Shan is willing to spend so much time and energy to help Yang Jian master ghost painting.

He wanted to take this opportunity to make it grow rapidly.

Even though there are certain problems with his character, he knows what is important and what is not when it comes to major issues.

With Old Qin missing, the only two people who can control the ghost painting are He Yuelian and Yang Jian, so in this situation.

Whether it is dealing with the evil ghosts wandering around Dajing City or the follow-up issues at the headquarters, the best solution is to help him successfully control the ghost painting and survive.

“They’re all dead.”

Yang Jian, who was walking towards the door on the first floor of the haunted house, suddenly walked to an old picture frame beside him. When he saw this strange oil painting with only the frame left, his eyes were complicated, as if he had thought of something.

Then he walked over quickly and took down the picture frame.

This painting frame that once carried the supernatural power of a ghost painting has now completely lost its supernatural power. The wooden frame is cracked and the oil painting is blurry. It has lost its spooky feeling and has become very ordinary.

But what was strange was that the grayish, even somewhat blackened oil painting seemed to be moving.

Although there was no clue to be seen with the naked eye, Jiang Shan’s intuition kept telling him that what he felt was not an illusion but was really happening.

The painting seemed to come alive.

“Normally speaking, this painting no longer has any supernatural power, but…”

Seeing Yang Jian taking down the oil painting hanging on the wall of the corridor, Jiang Shan’s eyes narrowed. He was curious why he stopped in front of this “ghost painting” that had lost its magical power.

Based on Yang Jian’s understanding and use of supernatural powers, it was impossible for him not to know that this painting no longer had any meaning.

And by doing this, he most likely discovered something, which might be the vague feeling he felt in his heart.

Before Jiang Shan could ask, Yang Jian stood there and said slowly: “This oil painting is the carrier of ghost paintings and spirits. Now all the spirits are concentrated on me. According to common sense, this picture frame is useless. It should have turned into an ordinary painting again.”

“But it has been carrying ghost paintings for a long time, and it has been affected by the ghosts of the haunted house. This oil painting has a certain degree of supernatural power. I just sensed that there are living people in this painting.”

“A living person?” Jiang Shan frowned when he heard Yang Jian’s explanation.

Yang Jian nodded and said, “This painting not only has some of the characteristics of the ghost painting ghost domain, but also has some incomprehensible changes due to the ghost house’s supernatural powers. To put it simply, this painting contains an independent world that is not affected by the outside world.”

“And there are still some living people in this world. Although it is not clear whether they are the people in the ghost painting world, it is certain that ordinary people in this world can live a normal life.”

Yang Jian’s words instantly made Jiang Shan understand the potential and capabilities of this supernatural object that looked like an oil painting.

If its abilities are really as Yang Jian said, then according to the terminology used in the supernatural circle, it is a “safe house” that can be carried around and can accommodate countless people.

In Zhang Xianguang’s plan, this is the “Peach Blossom Spring” he has been dreaming of for decades.

Not only does this Peach Blossom Spring not need a ghost rider to control it, but it will not be destroyed, will not disappear subjectively, and it even exists as an independent world of its own.

“You’ve helped me enough. I can’t do something like crossing a river and then destroying the bridge. The decision on this painting is yours. You can do whatever you want with it.”

After all,

Yang Jian handed the one-meter-long and half-meter-high ghost oil painting in his hand to Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan said, “Okay, since there are still living people in this painting, we can’t use it to imprison ghosts. Let’s put it here first and wait until Dajing City is stable. Then we can talk about it.”

“Okay. By the way, what you meant before was that you wanted to rebuild the headquarters?”

Since the decision-making power has been given to Jiang Shan, Yang Jian will not express his opinion no matter what decision he makes.

After this episode, he thought of the conversation between the two just now, so he suddenly asked.

“Well, this is why I spent so much time helping you control the ghost painting. The collapse of the command system has a huge impact on the overall situation. The branch can’t do without me, and I don’t want to take over Dajing City. Let’s talk about this matter after we deal with it. It won’t make much sense to talk about it now.”

Jiang Shan knew Yang Jian’s character. In the early stage, he lacked strength and had a typical small-peasant mentality and was selfish.

But when he has enough strength and vision, he will understand;
The more supernatural things you come into contact with and understand, the more powers you can mobilize, and the greater the possibility of surviving and controlling more evil spirits.

There is a very appropriate saying in economics: “Money earned outside the scope of human cognition will eventually flow back to the market in another way.”

Vision and pattern determine the upper limit.

As the two walked out of the haunted house, Jiang Shan threw the prepared satellite phone to Yang Jian, and then said:
“Here contains the information of all the ghosts released in Dajing City. Your current condition should not be a big problem. I don’t ask for anything else after saving you. If you can protect Dajing City and the headquarters, we will owe each other nothing.” The night fell heavily over Dajing City.

Although hundreds of evil spirits imprisoned in the headquarters have been released, the dense population and this first-tier city make the probability of ordinary people encountering ghosts not high.

Even though Dajing City was shrouded in a ghostly realm of ghost paintings, and the entire city seemed to be in a haze, people living in this city were no longer surprised.

After all, when PM2.5 was off the charts, there were really too many of them back then.

Right now,

There was laughter and joy in private room 203 of Xinyue Hotel.

“I say, Qiangzi, you were the shyest person in our class back then, but now you’ve become a big boss. That’s a big change!”

Liu Yi, who had already had three rounds of drinks, had a red face and was holding up his glass with the wine swaying on the rim, about to spill.

The middle-aged man called Qiangzi smiled and pushed him: “What big boss? It’s all because of life. If it weren’t for the support of ‘our father’, I wouldn’t be here today. It’s you who makes your buddies envious. You are free and easy as an artist. How free and easy.”

Everyone laughed and continued to clink glasses.

“After we finish drinking, let’s go sing some songs. It’s only four o’clock now, and the nightlife has just begun.”

A gorgeous woman with heavy makeup smiled and leaned on Liu Yi like a spineless water snake.

“Hey, hey, hey, Song Huijie, what are you doing? Hahaha, you’re trying to seduce my brother Liu again, right? You dated my brother when we were in high school, so why are you still obsessed with him now?”

The other man next to Liu Yi saw this scene but was not surprised. Instead, he pointed at the woman and joked, “You are no longer the innocent girl you were back then. I, Brother Liu, may not be interested in you.”

“Go away, I’m full of charm. Back then, I could only squeeze you, Brother Liu, dry, but now I can squeeze all of you dry. Do you believe it?”

Song Huijie rolled his eyes at the man, then looked at Liu Yi who was touching her thigh with his crescent-shaped eyes, and continued:

“Speaking of which, are we going to sing or not? I’m also planning to dance for a while, and then you three perverts will have a great time. You know, I only danced this dance for one person back then.”

Although Song Huijie is already married, how could her husband, a clerk in the company, compare to the second-generation official who has been spoiled all his life and is full of temperament in middle age?
When she thought of the appearance of her man and looked at the handsome and elegant Liu Yi in front of her, Song Huijie couldn’t help but feel a huge gap in her heart.

If Liu Yi’s father had not disagreed at the beginning.

Why should she only be able to be intimate with him at class reunions or when her husband is on a business trip?

“We have to go! My sister Song wants to dance, so we have to go. It’s just that the weather outside is not very good. Damn, it’s been so many years, why is PM2.5 coming again?”

The drunk Qiangzi stood up and held onto the window, glanced at Song Huijie who was sitting on Liu Yi with a lewd smile, then pointed at the gray sky outside the window and cursed.

However, before he could finish, the temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. The originally bright light suddenly flickered a few times and made a crackling sound, as if something was pulling at the throat.

Song Huijie shivered and wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders: “Why is it so cold all of a sudden?”

Liu Yi took a sip of wine and said calmly, “The wiring in the old house is aging. This hotel is quite old. It is said that it was opened here a hundred years ago. In order to preserve the original building, it is normal that the wiring has not been reinstalled.”

Having said that, the laughter gradually faded.

“crunch”

The door of the private room suddenly opened a crack, and the cold wind rushed in, blowing the napkins on the table all over the place.

Qiangzi frowned, stood up and said, “Waiter? You came in without even saying hello.”

Normally, their customized high-end private rooms would have waiters ready to provide service throughout the entire stay.

But Qiangzi said it twice but got no response.

“Fuck it, where are the people?”

There was dead silence outside the door. Feeling a little angry, he walked towards the door, cursing, and stuck his head out.

The dim corridor was empty, with the cold lights flickering. The eerie and weird feeling made him feel a little scared, so he stood obediently at the door and did not choose to go out.

“Damn it, I spent money, but there’s not even a waiter? What a B store.”

In the dim light, Liu Qiang, who was already drunk, didn’t notice the lifeless body beside the door.

When he finished cursing and was about to turn around and close the door, before his hand touched the handle, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow passing by out of the corner of his eye. His heartbeat suddenly quickened and he turned around abruptly, but there was only a dead silent corridor.

“Did you… see anything?” Liu Qiang’s voice trembled slightly.

The man next to Liu Yi laughed and scolded: “Look at you, you look so cowardly, you must have drunk too much and are hallucinating.”

But he still got up and walked to the corridor with Qiangzi to check.

However, just as the two took a few steps, a sharp scream was heard from the private room.

The two who heard the scream suddenly turned around and looked into the private room, only to see a blue-gray hand slowly emerging on the window glass. Its nails were long and curved, scratching the glass with a harsh sound, and cracks spread like a spider web.

The two of them felt their scalps tingling instantly and rushed back to the private room desperately.

As soon as I entered the room, the strong smell of blood hit me in the face, making me feel sick. The originally lively private room was now like a Shura field. The companion who was joking and joking just now died in a horrific way.

Liu Yi’s eyes bulged out as he sat on the chair, as if he had witnessed the most horrific thing in the world. His throat was ripped open and blood gushed out. He covered the wound with his hands in vain, and his body fell down limply, with blood quickly spreading on the carpet.

Song Huijie collapsed in the corner, her stomach felt like it had been churned by a sharp blade, her internal organs were all over the floor, her mouth was wide open, but there was no sound anymore, only her eyes, which were still open, still showed endless fear.

Before Qiangzi could recover from the tragic scene, a black shadow fell from the ceiling and landed directly on him.

“Hand, hand, my hand!”

As the glass outside the window shattered bit by bit, Qiangzi discovered that his arm was actually sinking inward at a terrifying speed.

In a few seconds,

He would be stabbed to death by the bones of his own arm!
The severe pain made Qiangzi’s consciousness blurred. When he was about to faint from the pain, he suddenly felt that the vision in front of his eyes seemed to become bright.

Then a man’s cold voice sounded:

“Twenty-seven.”

(End of this chapter)