Sea City. The red light flashed away, and there were two more people on the beach. Whoa...... The black waves continued to crash on the beach, and the faint smell of the sea breeze blowing in the distance gently brushed the faces of the two men.

Yang Jian asked, "Before the conversation officially begins, I will ask for your opinion once, do you want to leave a memory here with me?" "Wang Xiaoming's wisdom is very valuable, not only excavated the role of gold to isolate the supernatural power, but also led the team to develop a series of supernatural props such as ghost candles, and his understanding of supernatural power is not lower than that of the top ghost masters.

Wang Xiaoming, who was in a wheelchair, said slowly: "Yang Jian, I am not afraid of death, so I refuse to treat diseases through supernatural powers, hoping to follow the laws of life." There is no one who cannot die, as long as the dead are valuable. Yang Jian nodded, did not insist any longer, but put the topic on the topic: "Liang Xingyang can't come, I can relay to him if you have anything to do." Xuanwang Xiaoming was silent for a moment and recalled: "Do you remember the conversation we had in the tent when the headquarters conference was held? ”

"There are four ways to become a ghost handler in the Psychic Circle: Balance, Death, Alien, and Curse, but these four paths have various flaws, I remember when you tried to find a new path?" Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

It is even more difficult for an ordinary person to study the fifth path than to ascend to the sky, so at that time, he sighed that perhaps only God could hope to end the supernatural era.

Wang Xiaoming raised his pale hand, pointed to the full moon above his head and said, "What you said at the time was that if the ghost tamer can't deal with ghosts, then only God can do it." So I've been thinking that even the aliens can be corrupted by the ghost instinct, so only by opening a new path can we hope to end the supernatural.

At that time, I replied to you, if you create a special law for yourself that will never be changed and will not be overwritten, perhaps this is the way of God. Later I found out that I couldn't, but at some point, I discovered that the secret to ending the supernatural was actually on the moon. Yang Jian's eyes suddenly condensed, he looked up at the moon, and a scarlet moon appeared in the ghost's vision, but in his eyes was a white jade moon.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming slowly stood up from his wheelchair, his thin body was shaken by the sea breeze, but he still stood firm and approached the waves step by step.

Xuan Yangjian followed and asked in a deep voice, "What's so strange about the moon?" Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath, seemed to be enjoying the gentle sea breeze, and said slowly: "I have been paying attention to your actions recently, ordering other captains to recruit civilian ghost handlers and absorb foreign ghost handlers to fill the vacancy of the criminal police at the headquarters, and truly turn the tide." But the world is so big, your efforts are still a drop in the bucket, and you have also seen the situation abroad. Under the avalanche, no one will have the right to be spared. Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "I have considered everything that should be considered, but I don't regret it." Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly and asked a question: "The supernatural events in the world are like drops of seawater, which together form a vast ocean. With your current strength, can you destroy this sea? Yang Jian stared at the sea and shook his head slowly.

It's a good metaphor for seeing countless ghosts as an ocean. When manpower is poor, who can really move mountains and reclaim the sea?

"If we can't destroy the sea, then why can we humans live on land in peace?" Wang Xiaoming's gaze returned to calm at this moment.

Xuan Yangjian's eyes froze, and he looked up at the moon, which went without saying. Because of the gravitational pull of the moon, the sea is bound by gravity and cannot launch a huge tsunami to flood the continent, so the people on the continent can live in peace.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes reflected a full moon, and he affirmed: "If you can't eliminate the ghosts, then the only hope is to find something to restrain the ghosts like the moon binds the sea." Yang Jian's face sank, and the three sentences that Zhou Zheng wrote on the podium came to mind: "Ghosts cannot be killed, only ghosts can deal with ghosts, and they have insight into the laws of ghosts." However, the next moment, Wang Xiaoming's calm voice came into his mind again: "Spiritual power can transform the moon and create a god with a very high degree of terror, who does not enter the red dust, but can bless the world!" He snapped back to his senses and looked at Wang Xiaoming in shock.

The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts, and he seems to understand Wang Xiaoming's thinking. Xuan, but what supernatural ability can transform a moon?

And will it have the ability to restrain the ghosts on the continent?

"When the moon turns red!" Wang Xiaoming slowly confided his rhapsodies. Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes, and in his sight, the moon at this moment was a scarlet.

But the next moment. Wang Xiaoming took out something, a ghost candle that seemed to be poured out of blood.

"In ancient folklore, the moon is red only in the eyes of ghosts," he said. I hope that the light of the ghost candle will envelop the moon and affect the continent. Xuan Yang said categorically: "Impossible, this can't be done." "Ghost candles are consumables, and no amount of ghost candles can light up a moon.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were calm, he took out a photo from his arms and handed it over, and said in a somewhat weak voice: "This is an idealistic supernatural event, codenamed quietly." The criminal police at the headquarters found that as long as the word 'ghost' was shouted within a certain range, then the little girl would appear, and there was no limit to the number. Yang Jian's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took the photo taken by the satellite and looked down.

In the background of the photo, a dimly lit county town can be distinguished from the old city by the old building facilities, and a dirty little girl stands in the center of the photo.

The girl had no eyes, only a pair of pitch-black eyes, dirty, covered in bruises, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

Ghost! Xuan Yangjian's eyes shrank, put the photo in his pocket, analyzed it in his mind for a moment, and said: "Your conditions are still not met, and you yourself said that this ghost has a limited range, and the area that can affect is only one county, so it is impossible to cover the moon." However, according to your personality, you should have already formulated a plan with a certain degree of feasibility. Wang Xiaoming sat back in his wheelchair, his face was a little tired, his eyelids lowered and said: "The ghost candle is a supernatural prop, and the materials used to make it include ashes, corpse oil and other things, which are taken from different ghosts. However, if these powerful ghosts are combined like puzzle pieces, the ghosts that are bred will have the supernatural power of ghost candles. ”

"Even if you can give birth to the source of the ghost candle, there is still a problem of coverage that cannot be solved." Yang Jian said in a soft voice.

"So the executor of this plan must control the ghost snake that covers a large enough area." Wang Xiaoming seemed to be dozing off, and his voice was faint little by little,

"I have found all the materials for the creation of gods, and I must sacrifice myself alone to carry out my plan to go to the moon." Yang Jian's face was slightly complicated, and he quickly asked, "Who?" Wang Xiaoming, who was in a wheelchair, had his head down, seemed to be asleep, and did not answer his question for the first time.

"Professor Wang?" Xuan Yang's eyes were deep, and the shadow under his feet shook. Not for a while. Wang Xiaoming's head moved slightly, and he seemed to concentrate all his strength, and said a name softly: "Shen Lan!" When the words fell, Wang Xiaoming's body became weak, and as soon as he collapsed from the wheelchair, he was supported by Yang Jian next to him.

Yang Jian was in a heavy mood, and after placing Wang Xiaoming's body, he looked up at the moon above his head, and pieced together the clues provided by Wang Xiaoming in his mind to analyze the feasibility of the plan.

With Shen Lan as the core, let her control the source of the quiet and ghost candles, revive on the moon, infinitely superimpose her own numbers, and turn the moon into red by turning the moon red. When the time comes, the incomparable ghost candle light binds the countless powerful ghosts on the ground? Yang Jian stood on the beach and hesitated for a long time, and said slowly: "Before gold was developed, the idea of ghost handlers during the Republic of China was to use ghosts to restrict ghosts. It was too risky to create a god on the moon, and it was unknown whether the light of the ghost candle would be able to affect the ground from a great distance, so I couldn't carry out this fanciful plan. "Xuan