A strange rag doll fell from Zhao Qiang's arms, and the two spirits that were attracted gave up attacking Zhao Qiang, but wrapped around the rag doll.

"My mission is complete, I think it's time for me to get out of here next, Professor Wang, what's next for you?" Zhao Qiang said.

"I'm responsible for Professor Wang's safety, you can leave." A voice suddenly sounded, Zhao Qiang looked startled, and looked at the corner.

When was a person standing there?

Glancing at Wang Xiaoming again, and finding that his face was as usual, Zhao Qiang knew that this must have been arranged in advance by the other party, a ghost tamer with strong hiding ability.

"Since Professor Wang has an arrangement, then I won't say more, you take care of yourself." Zhao Qiang didn't ask much, and his body turned into black and white, dissipating between heaven and earth.

The body is a form that exists in human society, but it is not necessary for his kind of alien, as long as there are means, it is normal to abandon a body.

"Professor Wang, while the ghost domain has not yet come, I will send you away first." Li Leping stepped forward and said that his strength is not bad, but there is still a big problem in protecting an ordinary person in an S-level supernatural event and completing Wang Xiaoming's plan.

In fact, if Wang Xiaoming hadn't insisted on doing so, he would not have appeared in this base, but would have stayed in a safer place with the high-level officials of the headquarters.

"No, there is a safe house with a high defense level under the base, I will go there, in the same ghost domain, the communication signal will be much better, and I must personally watch the next operation." Wang Xiaoming is very persistent.

Whether it is the ghost painting ghost domain or the supernatural spirit of the plague ghost, the impact on the signal transmission of electronic equipment is not small, if Wang Xiaoming is not in the ghost domain, many things cannot be directly observed and commanded.

Other than that.

In the end, it was Wang Xiaoming's plan to control ghosts with ghosts, Li Jun, Wei Jing, and Zhang Xianguang were also pulled into the chess game by Wang Xiaoming, and part of the responsibility for the out-of-control scene was Wang Xiaoming's.

Taking a city as a bet, with Wang Xiaoming's values, it is naturally impossible to separate himself from the city.

Seeing this, Li Leping no longer admonished, but only sent people to the safe house, and cooperated inside and outside to completely lock the door of the safe house, and then he rushed back to the side of "Li Jun" and "Wei Jing".

The fluorescent and piled up ashes almost completely submerged the two of them, and the two people who were pulled out by Zhao Qiang did not have any supernatural powers.

"First of all, it's back to normal." Li Leping looked at the two people and muttered, but he didn't see any movements, but the ashes and fluorescence on the two bodies on the ground were gradually dissipating and shifting.

The fluorescent and ash that pervades the surrounding space is also oblivion in this area.

Step~Step~Step............

The sound of dull footsteps echoes through the dead space, and "clean" places are often the ones that attract the attention of ghosts, especially if there is a connection.

The cold flames burned around, and the ghost domain represented by the ashes in the sky had almost no effect on the ghost domain created by the flames, and this space seemed to have turned into a sea of fire.

But there is one exception.

Within ten meters of Li Leping's body, there was not a single spark, and the surrounding flames ignored, or rather forgot the existence of this area.

A man wearing a headquarters uniform, with a resolute face and numb eyes, walked slowly to Li Leping's vicinity, his body was full of shining fluorescent, there were many cracks on the surface of his skin, and flames came out from the inside from time to time.

"Don't be in a hurry to do it first, wait a minute, Wei Jing after Li Jun is the most important." Wang Xiaoming's voice came from the communication equipment.

Wang Xiaoming's words were very cold, and he directly put aside Li Jun, the bodyguard who had been by his side for a long time.

The plague ghost is not simple, and it is easy to startle the snake if you do it rashly.

Heard Wang Xiaoming say this.

Li Leping didn't do anything, just stood in place, his supernatural was very special, enough to make most ghosts and people ignore him, Li Jun's horror of being controlled by the epidemic ghost was greatly improved, but it was still not as good as Li Leping.

One minute, five minutes, half an hour.........

Hours passed, but Wei Jing's figure never appeared, and the fluorescent ash in the sky had already covered the entire sky dome.

Up to now, two-thirds of the entire J city is covered by the ghost painting ghost domain, and the remaining one-third is covered by the plague ghost ghost domain.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze kept lingering on dozens of computers in the safe house, which were the surveillance footage of various areas.

Special Gold Material, Satellite Signal, WiFi, Bluetooth......... All the signal connections that can be used are used to ensure that the picture can be transmitted until now.

"Zhang Xianguang has a problem over there." There are not many factors that can interfere with this situation, Qin Lao will not make a move, Shen Lin is under the control of Wang Xiaoming.

The only variable is the external Zhang Xianguang.

The top figures of the previous generation, the descendants of the old people of the Republic of China, have been planning for ghost paintings for decades, and Wang Xiaoming can only guide such a figure under the existing intelligence, and it is impossible to arrange it as he wants.

"Li Leping, take down Li Jun, cut off the part of the plague ghost on his body and the source plague ghost, and then ........."

…………

Meanwhile.

Ghost painting ghost domain.

A middle-aged man with a large knife in his hand stared at the corpse in front of him, which was divided into several parts.

Zhang Xianguang is very annoyed now, he knows about the outbreak of plague ghosts in J City, and even knows about the use of ghost paintings by the headquarters to balance the plague ghosts.

At the same time, he also knew what kind of attitude the older generation of people had towards his plan, and as a result, the ghost painting was taken to J City by the headquarters, and the J City where Qin Lao was sitting, he almost thought that Qin Lao was ready to do it himself before he died.

After all, the most critical point of the Taoyuan Project is ghost painting, it can be said that without ghost painting, most of his life's efforts have almost come to naught.

Good thing it's not.

But it didn't get any better.

This plague ghost, who was originally not in Zhang Xianguang's eyes, actually took away a lot of ghosts and supernatural paintings, not much, but it was also a difficult thing for Zhang Xianguang to accept.

So he relied on the means left in the painting before to quickly lock the location of the plague ghost, and then, picking up his ghost big knife and finding the other party.

Even if the plague ghost had a tendency to "escape" before, Zhang Xianguang used supernatural items to forcibly trap himself inside the ghost painting, and only let go of the "ghost slave" who could set fire.

This is also the reason why Wang Xiaoming and Li Leping have never been able to wait for the plague ghosts.

"Rely on the ghost slave to achieve the purpose of restarting, a ghost slave can restart once, then it will cut you more than fifty times." Zhang Xianguang stared coldly at the corpses that had lost their spirits not far away, as well as the various "corpses" scattered in this space, and their figures dissipated into the darkness.

The next moment.

A flash of light suddenly appeared, accompanied by a knife light.

………………

Whoa~whoa~

Near night, the temple was not as "bright" as at noon, and it rained heavily, with soybean-sized raindrops smashing on the bluestone ground and water droplets splashing everywhere.

The rain collected at the top of the main hall and fell down the eaves towards the ground, forming a curtain of water in front of Wang Chaling.

Tick~Tick~Tick......

Perhaps it is in disrepair, and in the main hall, water droplets fall through some gaps from time to time, staining large areas of the ground.

This rain came strangely and undeservedly.

There are only two types of heaven in the temple, day and night, such as rain and wind, which do not exist in this temple.

At least for decades.

But now.........

"The intrusion of outsiders is often easy to break something, especially some extremely weak balance, and the older the place, the more likely it is to have such problems." Wang Chaling seemed to be convincing himself with such a reason, but his heart was already vigilant.

After all, this rain is not very simple.

When the rain just came, Wang Chaling was taking some things in the third hall, and then rushed back to the second hall in the rain, during which he "passed" the plantation by the way, and Wang Chaling also brought a ghost left there before.

Now the ghost that was forcibly stimulated and revived from a dead state was lying peacefully under the rain, wisps of dark and ominous aura wrapped around the festering body.

Suppress the supernatural?

Wang Chaling looked thoughtfully at the gloomy sky outside the hall.

After a moment, his brow furrowed, and his gaze swept to the few things on the ground: a futon full of holes, a blood-stained wooden fish, and an incense burner.

The futon was so damp that it looked like it had just been taken out of the water, and it was pretty much the same.

The futon comes from the third hall, and the leakage of that hall is far more serious than the second hall where Wang Chaling is currently located, and when Wang Chaling found it, the futon has become what it is now.

"It's a nuisance." A touch of impatience flashed between Wang Chaling's eyebrows, he hated something beyond his "own ability", especially when he didn't think it was a big problem before, but the current ghost temple seemed to be developing in that direction.

Casually lifting the dripping futon, while the ghost sent the spirit to suppress the rain spirit, a hot breath emanated from Wang Chaling's hand, and soon, there was no trace of water in the entire futon.

Pack everything up, calm your emotions, it's about to fall into the night, Wang Chaling is not ready to go back to the squatter, that area is also shrouded in heavy rain, and the security will not be much higher than the current place.

Picked a fairly "clean" place, put the futon away, Wang Chaling sat down cross-legged, and then the incense burner, which was placed directly in front of Wang Chaling, and a sandalwood incense was inserted in it, which had not yet been lit.

The wooden fish was placed between the incense burner and the futon, and a short stick was placed on it, and Wang Chaling did not find the Qianzhi, so he could only replace it with this supernatural item obtained from the ghost village.

That doesn't hurt.

There are only three key points, the sound of futon, the sound of wooden fish, and the burning of sandalwood.

Looking out of the hall, even the gloomy sky, at least a glimmer of light, was now completely replaced by darkness, and the sound of the rain was echoing, and the rain seemed to have decreased a lot.

"It's time."

A little spark surfaced on the sandalwood, and the smoke began to rise.

Knock ~ Knock ~ Knock

The short stick strikes rhythmically on the wooden fish, making a special sound.

The sporadic light gradually emerged under the guidance of Wang Chaling, and the darkness that had spread to the entrance of the hall seemed to be inexplicably hindered.

"Not enough, not enough." Wang Chaling's eyes were closed, and his hands were moving faster and faster, but the special charm of the rhythm was not destroyed.

Yin flourishes and yang declines.

Yang flourishes and yin declines.

These two words are probably the best way to describe the brief moment of night and dawn.

The horrors of one side are constantly rising, and the other side is constantly declining, and at some point there is always a rather delicate balance that can be completed after that.

But this involves a wide range, almost affecting the entire ghost temple, even with the help of the power of the revenant, Wang Chaling can't control it so subtlely.

So he chose a different path.

Futon and wooden fish are things used by the old monk before his death, and there are a lot of supernatural powers left inside, which can be induced by using them in a special way, and sandalwood is used as a defense, and after being inserted into the incense burner, it has the function of "communication".

More and more spirits emerged under the guidance of Wang Chaling, and the darkness that had reached the entrance of the main hall seemed to have receded a little.

A delicate balance seems to be being struck.

An illusory old man appeared beside Wang Chaling, his numb, dead eyes fixed on the huge Bodhisattva statue in the main hall.

Suddenly.

The Bodhisattva's half-closed eyes are wide open, exuding a breathtaking light, but the evil nature is mixed with compassion and solemnity, and a balance is strangely reached.

It was as if the space was beginning to distort.

A path crept up in the main hall, mostly surrounded by smoke, and only the bottom two steps could be seen.

At the moment when the balance of day and night is reached, you can use your own spirit to spy on the truth, and you can reach a certain depth of the ghost temple.

Wang Chaling stood up, took the sandalwood that was only burning a little, followed the dead soul, and set out on the road.

It's not what you imagined.

This seemingly rugged road is very easy to walk, and there are no inexplicable supernatural obstacles.

All the way forward, the top of the main hall could not be an obstacle, Wang Chaling crossed the past without any hindrance, and in an instant, the scenery suddenly changed in front of him.

Not rainy skies.

It is a boundless world, a huge spherical object that seems to exist only in the world.

The thing was now black, exuding a terrifying darkness, like a terrifying black hole that was about to devour everything around it.

But Wang Chaling could feel the endless light under the darkness.

"Light and darkness, where can be so clearly separated, decades of years washing, not obvious on the outside, but in this most fundamental place, there is a sense of blending." Wang Chaling stepped forward, came to a high platform, and jumped up.

The platform is circular and scaled, and the twenty-four numbers divide the area equally.

A monk and a ghost sit at both ends of the circular platform, and a pointer has just reached the 12th scale where the ghost is, and is advancing at an imperceptible speed.

"Jizo, are you a human or a ghost now?" Wang Chaling stood in an empty place, looked at the oppressed close, and said word by word.

Jizo.

The abbot of Jizo Temple, or the boss, is a monk who takes the name of the Bodhisattva as his Dharma name, a ghost rider who should have died decades ago, and a ghost rider who lives with consciousness.

But now.

Wang Chaling was a little unsure.

"Amitabha."

Two voices sounded at the same time, and a monk and a ghost opened their eyes at the same time, with the same look on their faces.

(End of chapter)