The outskirts of Dajing City.

At this time, the sky was unobstructed, and the stars that had just appeared were lingering and pathos with the nearby raised ridges, contrasting with each other.

This place is more than ten kilometers away from Wang Xiaoming's original laboratory. It was a silver-white building that was temporarily rebuilt according to needs after the exclusive laboratory was destroyed.

Today, this building has become the site with the strictest security in the entire Dajing City.

Several kilometers around this building are completely blocked, and any unregistered person who enters will be noticed immediately.

On the asphalt road built along the way, military carrier vehicles roared by from time to time.

Dots of streetlights dotted both sides of the road, like glowing pearls scattered in the darkness.

At the end of the road is the laboratory.

It stands under the night sky, as if it is located at the center of all desolation and mystery in the world.

An old figure stood at the door of the laboratory.

He was leaning on a cane, and under the dim light, he looked like an ink silhouette, silent and silent, with a majesty as quiet as a mountain.

—— Mr. Qin.

This man, who was also so old that his whole body exuded the smell of decay, made no secret of his old age and decay.

Under the erosion of time, like other strong men in the Republic of China, his days were numbered.

But in the human body that is about to die, there is still a terrifying supernatural power hidden in it that can reverse the world.

As long as he is willing, time will swing accordingly.

Standing here, this old man pressed a calming needle in everyone's heart.

The sky cannot fall.

Even if it collapses, the old man can still restart.

The reason why the headquarters can be called the headquarters is due to this old man.

"It's been very uneasy recently. There are more and more overseas ghost masters in Dajing City. I heard that Cao Yanhua yelled at the phone and banged the table every two days, but it was of no use at all. What is supposed to come will still come."

Under the dim light not far from the laboratory, ghost controller Zhong Shan was wrapped in a long windbreaker and whispered.

"It's normal. This time Wang Xiaoming's experiment was too tempting and attracted too many people's attention. It was spread all over the websites of the paranormal circles. I took a look not long ago and all the posts were discussing this experiment. The whole world

All the ghost control forces are paying attention."

"And ghost masters happen to be a group of precarious outlaws. In order to survive, many people are willing to take risks. Moreover, if they succeed, becoming a 'perfect ghost master' will not only live forever, but also have the power of a powerful ghost.

, who can not be tempted."

The young man beside Zhong Shan replied calmly, and the hot breath he exhaled while speaking evaporated into a dense white mist in the cold wind.

Even at such a chilly time, he still held a bottle of Feizhai Happy Water in one hand and a dozen skewers of barbecue in the other, eating deliciously.

Under the light, the boy's pale skin became paler, giving him a dead luster.

"Yang Jian, aren't you worried?" Zhong Shan couldn't help but turn around and glance at the high school ghost master.

The young man has delicate features, an indifferent expression, and a pair of hawk-like eyes that look around, giving him a different kind of look.

But the most eye-catching thing is the scarlet pupil-less [Ghost Eye] on his forehead, rolling restlessly like a glass ball, looking at everything around him strangely.

"worry about what?"

"Those troublemakers..."

Zhong Shan's face was hidden in the shadows and he whispered:

"I shouldn't have said this, but this time the headquarters forced us, along with the captain candidates, to gather here. Although the conditions are favorable, it is too dangerous. As far as I know, there will be many people coming this time, except

In addition to foreign organizations, there must be many people in China who will take advantage of the situation..."

"Even Mr. Qin... Well, he is only one person after all. I think we need to unite together. After all, in this kind of chaos, one person can easily become cannon fodder..."

It is a good choice to form a team at a critical moment... Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly when he heard this: "Sounds good, how many people have you united?"

"Not many, but they are all survivors from the safe hotel last time. Everyone has a foundation of trust..."

Zhong Shan whispered: "Zhang Lei is also among them, but you are the last person I come into contact with and the one I value most. I hope you can stand with us in this matter."

"I'm a high school student, what should I take seriously?"

"Wu Nai is also a high school student, but his unpredictable supernatural power is enough to make everyone look up to him."

Zhong Shan smiled slightly and said: "Although I don't deny that ghost masters become more powerful as they live longer. But in our line of work, age has never been a decisive factor, and... I can see that Wu Nai values ​​you, and Wang Xiaoming also feels that

You have great potential, so why should I not come to you?"

"You speak so nicely, you're not trying to make me become cannon fodder..."

Yang Jian took a sip of Fat House Happy Water, suddenly stopped talking, and then looked solemnly in a certain direction.

A familiar feeling of depression is coming over me.

This sense of depression comes from a terrifying supernatural power that is extremely targeted at [Ghost Eyes].

Obviously...a certain evil spirit is approaching!

"It can't really be that damn thing..."

Yang Jian frowned silently, the scarlet ghost eyes on his forehead had quietly closed, and all the ghost eyes in his body were immersed in it.

This feeling was exactly the same as when Wu Nai took him to see the [Ghost Painting] on the balcony!

Ding Lingling!

Zhong Shan's cell phone suddenly rang at this time. After the call was connected, the operator's anxious voice came from the phone: "Zhong Shan, urgent mission, guard the laboratory for 24 hours from now on and kill any outsiders with evil intentions.

.”

Subsequently, Yang Jian's satellite phone also rang, and his operator Liu Xiaoyu conveyed the same instructions on the other end of the phone.

But he didn't take it to heart at all.

It's okay to contribute a little bit, but it's impossible to defend stubbornly. After all, no matter how important the headquarters' instructions are, they are not as important as your own life.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Jian looked around and saw many familiar figures gathering around.

Wang Jiang, Tong Qian, Guo Fan, Jiang Shangbai, Li Jun... they all guarded the edge of the laboratory, forming a defensive circle.

At the same time, the environment around the suburbs gradually became gray, and faint gray-white substances continued to fall from the sky, as if it was snowing.

Such deathly dim snowflakes should have drifted in the kingdom of the dead, but now they appear in the human world.

In just the blink of an eye, these gray-white ashes soaked everything around.

Whether it was the sky above everyone, the nearby iron-black ridges, or the nearby roads, the street lights all lost their original color at this moment and turned gray.

Someone reached out to take a ball of gray-white substance falling in front of his eyes, put it in his hand and rubbed it gently, leaving a gray mark on his palm.

"Is this... paper dust?"

The man let out a soft sigh, feeling a little weird, "Liu San, it seems that he has something in common with your paper man."

"This is the ghost realm of [Ghost Painting]!"

Liu San frowned deeply and said: "It was probably the work of those foreign forces, those sons of bitches, who brought that unsolvable S-class supernatural incident here! It came so fast, and the entire laboratory was covered up in one fell swoop.

We’ve all been dragged in, and I’m afraid there’s going to be a tough battle ahead!”

"It's unexpected, but they will pay the price. This is a declaration of war!"

Li Jun looked at the ashes falling around him and said solemnly: "Creating supernatural events artificially has already touched the bottom line!"

As he spoke, the world around everyone completely changed. Under the ghostly realm of ghost paintings, a doomsday-like aura of despair filled the air, lingering in the hearts of many ghost masters in the headquarters.

…

Dark clouds are pressing down on Dajing City, and the roof of Ping An Building seems to be about to penetrate the clouds. The streets below are still full of light, and the elevated roads are full of traffic, which looks a bit magical.

And in the conference room on the rooftop of Ping An Building.

After receiving a piece of information, Mr. Fei, who was in a suit and leather tie, immediately summoned everyone. Except for Jiang Shangbai who was outside the laboratory, all the ghost controllers came.

"Mr. Fang, I think this is a good opportunity!"

Mr. Fei looked at the lazy figure at the end of the long table with burning eyes and said: "Accurate news shows that the ghost painting has arrived. Ghost controllers from all over Dajing City are trying their best to solve this matter. This has greatly cut off the

With the possible support from the laboratory, we can follow the group of foreigners and take action."

"What's the rush? It's not advisable to rashly get involved in a supernatural event, let alone such a terrifying supernatural event."

Fang Shiming lazily stood up and said: "Mr. Fei, I guess the person who sent you this information did not reveal the rules and taboos of ghost paintings. Haha, these people are very ghostly. We use them as pioneers, why should they?

Not taking advantage of us."

"If you really rush into it like this, you will definitely suffer a big loss. Let's observe [ghost painting] for a while before taking action. It is best to find some patterns. If we want to be oriole, we must have enough patience."

"Listen to Mr. Fang's arrangements. In addition, I have already sent someone to make arrangements regarding the observation of [ghost paintings]."

Mr. Fei casually clicked on an electronic screen with a laser pointer and said, "Everyone, please take a look."

In front of the electronic screen are images transmitted by several drones.
To be continued...