Dachang City. A bus drove slowly on the road and finally stopped in front of the Shangtong Building.

The doors opened, and people got out of the car one after another. The group was all dressed in criminal police uniforms and did not enter the building, but the employees who entered and exited the company always smelled a strong smell of rot when they passed their area, and had to cover their noses rudely and escape.

A woman wearing sunglasses asked in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Zhang, why don't we go directly to the Guanjiang Community, where Yang Jian lives." And the person she called out to was a man.

At noon, the sun was poisonous, but the man named Zhang Jian was wearing a thick mask and no skin on his body was exposed to the air, and seemed to be very afraid of seeing the sun.

A young voice came from under the mask, it seemed that the throat was rotten and holed, and the words that came out felt like they were leaking: "Don't talk nonsense." Everyone went in to find someone together, and if they couldn't find it, they went to the Guanjiang community. The group of people seemed to be convinced of Zhang Jian, and when Zhang Jian strode in, these people also followed in.

"Who are you, you need an appointment to get in here, security, security." Several staff members at the front desk noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, and called out to the security guard at the door.

The woman in sunglasses stopped, her face gloomy and said, "Get out of the way, or I'm welcome." As if as a precursor to a move, a nearby light bulb snorted and an ominous aura wafted.

Several staff members immediately understood what was going on, and exclaimed, "Ghost Rider! They subconsciously took a few steps back, didn't dare to block it anymore, and gave way to the way, and the security guard who had just arrived immediately shrank back when they heard this.

The people who work here know very well what the identity of the ghost rider represents, and this kind of person is not something they can compete with.

"You can't kill people here." Zhang Jian, the leader of this group, let out a low roar, and his voice leaked out of the wind as always, as if it came from a broken bellows.

Someone immediately chimed in: "Mr. Zhang is right, these inconsequential people don't need to do anything, just deter if they can." Under the persuasion of everyone, the woman in sunglasses nodded.

The overhead light flickered a few times before finally stopping. Zhang Jian turned his head to look at everyone, and said in a firm voice: "First of all, everyone must recognize their own identities. We have broken away from civil society and are now the people of the headquarters. Only in this way can we safeguard our reasonable rights and interests. ”

"That's right, Mr. Zhang is right."

"Mr. Zhang, we listen to you." With the support of others, Zhang Jian did not have the slightest joy in his heart. He didn't want to come out either, but as a ghost rider who controlled two ghosts, he was embarrassed to refuse to be pushed out.

But the next moment, a scarlet light shrouded overhead, covering the entire hall like a searchlight.

After only two or three seconds, the red light faded again, but the figure of the group of people had disappeared.

The staff at the front desk said excitedly: "Yang Jian made a move, it must be him." ”

"You are dead, that's Mr. Yang." Another front desk clerk tapped a colleague,

"Mr. Yang, you don't know that you are at work today, and those who make trouble will definitely not end well." The security guards looked at each other, and the supernatural phenomenon of a group of people disappearing out of thin air in front of their eyes brought them a huge shock.

The group of people who were taken away by the red light were in the manager's office on the top floor of the building at this time, looking at the young man in the boss's chair with their hands tied.

Yang Jian's eyes were staring at his mobile phone, looking at the text message sent by Liang Xingyang, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Is it really feasible to let the two supernatural places achieve a supernatural balance?" A group of people who didn't dare to disturb next to him stirred up.

Zhang Jian hesitated, walked out and said, "Are you Yang Jian?" Although they had a guess in their hearts, they hadn't really seen the appearance of Yang Jian, the captain of the law enforcement team, and they still needed to be sure.

Yang Jian put down his mobile phone, opened a scarlet ghost eye on his forehead, and asked in a deep voice, "Look at you guys are still obedient." Say, what's the matter with me? Zhang Jian's heart slammed, and the next second he was stared at by the ghost's eyes, the ghost in his body began to warn wildly.

Escape. Otherwise you will die. Zhang Jian gritted his teeth, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said straight to the point: "We are all folk ghost masters who have been incorporated by the headquarters. Because of the large number of supernatural events handled, the ghosts controlled have reached a state of revival, and we hope to get the help of the headquarters to alleviate the recovery of the ghosts. After he finished speaking, there was silence in the office.

This group of people did not take the initiative to support Zhang Jian, just as Zhang Jian had guessed before, he was just pushed out of the way, and there was a risk of bearing Yang Jian's anger, but he had to stand up as the initiator of this operation.

But sometimes, silence is also a strength. There were twenty of them together, and everywhere they were placed, a terrible force to be reckoned with.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he asked puzzledly: "What does the headquarters have to do with me Yang?" You should go to the headquarters for help, why are you coming to me? "Silence!

The woman in sunglasses whispered, "Because of your order, we were forced to join the headquarters and were forced to deal with supernatural events. Now everyone is desperate, and there is really no way to come to you. ”

"Oh?" Yang Jian's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the group of people indifferently. But there were not many surprises in his heart, because he knew that today's events would happen sooner or later.

Not every ghost rider has the guts to harness a new ghost and build a supernatural balance to ease the revival of the ghost, because the probability of success is too low, and ninety percent of people will fall on this step.

Behind the data on the improvement of the situation in the report is the result of the efforts and sacrifices of countless ghost handlers. Now there are old criminal police officers dying every day in the country, and at the same time, new ghost handlers will be born and become new criminal policemen.

In order to keep up with the speed of the outbreak of supernatural events, the country is undergoing an extremely cruel alternation of the old and the new, and everyone is forced to adapt to the supernatural era.

But that doesn't mean that everyone is willing to accept the facts, and there will always be people who stand up and resist this rule under the threat of death.

He knew that the backlog of contradictions would explode sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. Yang Jian stood up and said coldly: "In the domestic supernatural circle, the rules are set by me, and no matter who they are, they must abide by them. If you don't accept it, it's very simple, just kill me and become the captain of the law enforcement yourself. If you can't kill me, you have to hold back any opinions, and listen to them clearly. The woman in sunglasses gritted her teeth and said, "We are willing to abide by the rules, but there are too many supernatural events, we can't hold on, you can't leave us alone." "And yet the next moment.

"Bang!" A cracked spear slammed into the floor with a loud bang that startled everyone, and many broke out in a cold sweat.

Yang Jian held a spear in his hand, stared at everyone with ghost eyes, and said in a cold voice: "The supernatural circle is so cruel, whoever is not satisfied can do it now." Zhang Jian was silent for a long time, suddenly took off his mask to reveal his rotten face, and said in a low voice: "You're right, even if we low-level ghost tamers can alleviate the temporary revival of ghosts, what's the use." Only by changing the rules can you not be forced to deal with supernatural events. However, as soon as the words fell, a scarlet light directly enveloped everyone.

As soon as the six-layer ghost snake opened, everyone's actions stiffened, and even their thoughts were stagnant. Yang Jian entered the seventh-layer ghost snake to isolate and stagnate, and immediately waved down the firewood knife in his hand.

When the red light fades.

"Ah......h

The next moment, even the people and ghosts cracked together.

"Puff ......" The corpse fell heavily to the ground, Zhang Jian was full of puzzlement, it seemed that he was not dead yet, and after realizing what had happened, his face immediately became frightened and frightened.

"How so!" Zhang Jian's consciousness was completely blurred, and he no longer had any breath. The woman in sunglasses let out a scream, quickly took a few steps back, and then looked at the scene that had just happened in amazement.

He's dead! Zhang Jian, who controlled the two ghosts, was killed so easily.

"What the hell just happened?" This is a question in everyone's heart, but there is no doubt that it is definitely Yang Jian's hand.

Yang Jian was too ruthless, and he directly killed a ghost tamer without saying a word.

"How can you be like this, we have no merit and hard work, we just want to be helped." The woman in sunglasses asked angrily.

But the next moment. A pair of cold and blackened palms clinged to the woman's neck, like a vicious curse, which could not be removed.

The woman in sunglasses was startled, and subconsciously used the supernatural power of the ghost, but there was no response.

The strange ghost hands suppressed her ghost, causing the ghost to fall into a deep sleep. Now she didn't dare to move, but her body trembled uncontrollably, and she could only look at Yang Jian begging for mercy, for fear that the ghost hand would break her slender neck.

Everyone felt Yang Jian's cold eyes and the cold aura on his body, and their hearts suddenly sank. Yang Jian's eyes emitted a faint red light, and he said in a deep voice: "Go back and deal with the supernatural incident, this is the rule I have set." Everyone's eyes were full of fear, and they couldn't afford to resist at all, and they didn't even dare to look at Yang Jian, for fear of being misunderstood and then targeted.

In less than ten seconds, everyone left the office one after another, and even the woman in sunglasses, who had walked around at the moment of death and had a weak body, was half-dragged and half-supported to leave.

Yang Jian regained his composure, glanced at the two corpses on the floor, and there was cold stagnant water flowing out of his feet, engulfing the fierce ghosts who were dismembered by the firewood knife, and taking them to the ghost lake to be imprisoned.