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Chapter 425 Destroying Ghost Painting Again (A long chapter of 10,000 words, please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

"This is a mess, a bit troublesome."

Zhuang Boshi frowned slightly.

This is a city depicted in a ghost painting.

The entire city was shrouded in a terrible cloud of ashes.

Just now, Zheng Zha blindly rushed into the Ghost Painting Ghost Domain and got trapped inside without any way out. Zhuang Boshi could only spend some time throwing him out to deal with the ghost messengers, while he himself dealt with this Ghost Painting, which was known as the strongest Ghost Domain.

Now he deeply felt that this ghost painting truly lived up to its reputation as having the strongest ghost domain in the original work, completely suppressing spatial abilities such as teleportation.

The skill mechanics are too outdated; even with incredible stats, one is still powerless.

If it weren't for the woodcutter's knife, even Zheng Zha wouldn't have been able to give it away.

The vengeful spirits of this world, though called vengeful spirits, can actually be considered fragments of the Heavenly Dao.

Time restart, inevitable death curse, mind-only existence, consciousness attack.

Like this grotesque painting, theoretically it could contain the entire Earth, which far exceeds the capabilities of a typical fourth-order being.

The invasion of the ghost painting can ignore the influence of distance. Even if cities are thousands of kilometers apart, as long as someone has seen the real ghost painting and triggered its killing pattern, it will not be long before that city is also shrouded in the ghost realm of the ghost painting.

In the end, all the invaded areas connected, forming an unimaginably vast ghostly world.

That is why this painting was classified as an S-level paranormal event.

The endlessly restarting ghost messenger was also very troublesome without the corresponding fierce ghost to restrain him. Zheng Zha was not afraid of the ghost messenger's suppression, so he let him wear down the ghost messenger first.

"If I didn't know this was the Ghostly Realm of Ghost Painting, I would almost doubt that I was in a city," Li Jun said solemnly.

"No, this is reality. Ghost Painting has replicated a real city in the Ghost Realm," Wang Xiaoming said calmly.

Zhuang Boshi glared at the person who insisted on following him in and said irritably, "You say you have a way to restrict ghost paintings?"

He knew how the ghost painting was imprisoned in the original story, but he didn't have enough time to find the original painting.

Qin Laochun set up a booth in the conference room to protect Cao Yanhua and other headquarters staff.

Moreover, the outside world is in complete chaos.

The number of survivors displayed on the God's Watch is dropping alarmingly every second.

These are not just reward points, but also represent lives.

Although Zhuang Boshi is not as saintly as Zheng Zha, he is by no means a cold-blooded person. Seeing a world being destroyed little by little before his eyes, he cannot help but feel heavy-hearted.

To complete the rescue mission, the first step is to deal with the ghost paintings and ghost messengers, not only because Dajing City has tens of millions of people.

More importantly, most of the nation's elite ghost tamers are trapped in the ghost realms of ghost messengers and ghost paintings.

The Zhongzhou team only has a dozen or so people. Even if they all rush in, they can only solve a few cases. Therefore, the core Ghost Masters are indispensable.

If all two hundred-plus Ghost Tamers were buried here, forget about completing an A-level side quest; even a C-level quest would be difficult to guarantee.

“Every vengeful ghost has a source; once you find the source, you can imprison it,” Wang Xiaoming said indifferently, pushing up his glasses.

"Now it's simply a matter of how to force the source of the vengeful ghost out."

"Lu Zhiwen".

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Lu Zhiwen.

Lu Zhiwen immediately picked up a fountain pen he carried with him and began to write on a blank sheet of paper.

The white paper was covered with words like "ghost drawing," "source," "key," and "ghost realm," exactly sixteen of them.

The sixteen names are arranged in a circle, with a blank area in the middle.

After Lu Zhiwen finished, he picked up the pen and placed it on the paper.

immediately.

Something strange happened.

The pen actually started spinning on the paper.

"Are you playing with a Ouija board?" Zhuang Boshi stared at the pen for a moment.

"More or less," Lu Zhiwen said, his face pale and sweating slightly.

soon.

The pen stopped and pointed in one direction.

"Professor Wang, the calculation is complete," Lu Zhiwen said, sweating profusely.

"The source of the ghost painting is in that direction. I'd like to remind everyone that the ghost painting's killing pattern is based on memory. You absolutely must not see the entire painting, or you will trigger the killing pattern," Wang Xiaoming warned.

“Will-o'-the-wisp can suppress ghost paintings. Li Jun, use will-o'-the-wisp to burn it and force out the source painting,” Wang Xiaoming said coldly.

This Wang Xiaoming is a bit strange. He seems to know everything, and his tone is somewhat like that charlatan Chu Xuan.

Zhuang Boshi glanced at him but couldn't see anything wrong.

"Li Jun, it's up to you now." He put his hand on Li Jun's shoulder.

"Don't hold back, unleash your full power of will-o'-the-wisp!"

Li Jun nodded.

In the original work, there is a strange relationship of mutual restraint between the ghosts. The extremely powerful ghost eyes dare not look at the ghost paintings, while the much weaker ghost fire can burn the ghost paintings.

In that instant, the surrounding air suddenly tightened, and specks of fire appeared out of thin air like ghosts.

At first, these lights were faint and flickering, like will-o'-the-wisps flashing in the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, they rapidly expanded, transforming into enormous fireballs that hovered in mid-air.

The fireball emitted an eerie green light, like phosphorescence in a mass grave. The green light quickly spread out, like a giant net, enveloping the entire ghost realm.

Immediately afterwards, a raging will-o'-the-wisp burst into flames, and wherever the flames touched, the paintings began to distort and deform, emitting a hissing sound.

The gray world began to tremble as the will-o'-the-wisps burned.

Li Jun could feel the flames burning wildly within him, and an unprecedented power surging through his body.

Normally, such power would have already triggered the resurgence of vengeful spirits, plunging him into an abyss of no return.

This time, however, it was completely different.

The will-o'-the-wisp seemed to have crashed.

As the world of the ghost painting was ignited by green flames, the entire ghost realm was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

Just then, a huge oil painting slowly appeared in the middle of the empty floor ahead.

The oil painting stood on the ground, as if it had grown out of the darkness.

The oil painting depicts a woman in a red dress, her figure blurred, as if shrouded in a mist.

Her fair hands were particularly clear, with long, slender fingers and bright red nail polish.

Those hands seemed to have truly reached out from the painting, as if they were about to grab anyone who approached.

The painting, originally hidden in darkness, appeared particularly eerie and terrifying after being illuminated by the light of will-o'-the-wisps.

Li Jun's gaze was chilled to the bone after just one glance, and he quickly looked away.

Zhuang Boshi stared directly at the ghost painting. With his current level of cultivation, eliminating thoughts was easy for him, so he wasn't afraid of the ghost painting's memory-killing pattern.

But after just one glance, he understood that this was not a derivative painting, but the true source of the ghost painting.

The next moment, Zhuang Boshi appeared in front of the ghost painting.

In the ghost painting, the woman in red, who was originally still, seemed to be disturbed by an invisible force and began to move.

As if sensing Zhuang Boshi's arrival, she began to frantically turn around.

The mournful voice, as if wailing and lamenting, seemed to come from the deepest hell, whispering softly in Zhuang Boshi's ears.

"you……"

"explain……"

"it is good……"

"meeting……"

"Go back..."

"Come……"

"of……"

The sound was filled with endless sorrow and resentment, as if countless imprisoned wronged souls were crying out in unison.

Every word was like a sharp steel needle, piercing straight into Zhuang Boshi's eardrums, making the hairs on his body stand on end instantly.

Zhuang Boshi's eyebrows shot up, his expression filled with shock and confusion.

Although the ghost painting is terrifying, it has never been known to have the ability to communicate with people, nor is it a vengeful ghost with consciousness.

This sudden turn of events filled him with a sense of foreboding.

Moreover, what exactly does this mournful statement mean?
I've never had any dealings with this ghost painting before, so why does it sound like I've somehow let it down?
As the words, which sounded like a bride's desperate and heart-wrenching cry before her death, echoed in his ears, Zhuang Boshi felt a tremor run through his mind, as if his entire soul was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful and suffocating attack of consciousness, like a surging black tide, rushed straight into the depths of his soul.

The Golden Elixir of Myriad Calamities spun rapidly, forcefully withstanding the attack of consciousness.

However, just as he was wholeheartedly resisting the ghost painting's mental attack and his mind was highly focused,

An invisible curse, like a deadly serpent lurking in the darkness, silently launched its attack.

Without warning, a thin line of blood appeared on Zhuang Boshi's neck. The line was extremely thin, yet it was like an extremely sharp blade, instantly slicing through his skin.

Bangta!

His head rolled off.

This scene terrified Lu Zhiwen and Li Jun.

"Mr. Zhuang!"

Li Jun rushed forward, but the next moment his body was also cleaved in two by a single blade.

Lu Zhiwen quickly shielded Wang Xiaoming and pulled him back, only to see him shake his head.

"Don't be nervous," Wang Xiaoming said calmly.

Lu Zhiwen saw "Mr. Zhuang's" headless body carrying its own head to Li Jun's half-body and casually placing the head on its neck.

"Sun Wukong!!!" Lu Zhiwen exclaimed in disbelief.

This is exactly the same as Sun Wukong's indestructible body. When he competed with Tiger Power Immortal in beheading, wasn't he just playing with his own head like this?

Zhuang Boshi pulled Li Jun up, restored his body, and suppressed the resurrected ghost fire within him.

"Mr. Zhuang just now..." Li Jun looked around angrily, trying to find the mastermind behind it all.

"Don't interfere, you're no match for him."

Zhuang Boshi looked at the ghost painting, and with a sweep of his divine eyes, he saw that there was darkness in front of it, and even the will-o'-the-wisp could not fully illuminate it.

However, the divine light between his eyebrows still illuminated a blurry figure.

His hand was about to place on the ghost painting.

“Taking something without asking is the act of a thief.” Zhuang Boshi raised an eyebrow.

"The Zhang family actually raised such a painting thief?"

"Zhang Xianguang!"

It makes perfect sense for Zhang Xianguang to be here, after all, he has spent almost decades working on the Peach Blossom Spring project.

But Zhuang Boshi did not expect that he would ignore the widespread resurgence of evil spirits outside and directly attack him.

Were all the older generation of Deng people so heartless?

"Young man carrying Li Qingzhi's wood-chopping knife, do you recognize me?"

In the dimly lit corner, the man dressed in faded gray clothes slowly turned his head after realizing he had been discovered.

His movements were slow and stiff, as if his joints were rusted, and every slight turn was accompanied by a dull groan of bones grinding together.

His face was withered, and only a pair of eyes with a ghostly light could be vaguely seen, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

"Ok?"

He let out a low, muffled groan, dry and hoarse, like the mournful wail of an old bellows.

The next moment, Zhang Xianguang's body was torn to pieces, blood spurted out like a fountain, and chunks of flesh and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, the scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.

Zhuang Boshi's eyes were cold; he was not the kind of saint who would swallow his anger after being wronged.

After Zhang Xianguang's body became completely still, strange things began to happen.

Zhang Xianguang's body began to rot at an alarming rate. His skin quickly became dry and wrinkled, and even the old broadsword in his hand was not spared, dissipating into the air along with Zhang Xianguang's remains.

Zhuang Boshi narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the messy ground.

"It really was just a clone."

Without warning, the sound of wind breaking was like a poisoned steel needle piercing the back of the neck!
Zhuang Boshi's spine suddenly straightened, and his muscles reacted in a fraction of a second.

A rusty machete slashed down hard towards his back.

clang!
A loud bang suddenly exploded, like the sound of a great bell, echoing continuously in the deathly silent space.

Sparks flew everywhere from the collision of metal, like tiny fireworks.

Zhuang Boshi turned around to defend himself, and the machete collided violently with the incoming cleaver. The huge impact sent the cleaver flying, tracing an arc in the air before embedding itself in a pile of ruins.

At the same time, Zhang Xianguang's second clone split open from his brow to his lower abdomen.

The two halves of the body slid off with a crisp cracking sound as bones broke, and what surged in the chest cavity was not internal organs, but a grayish-black mist covered with bits of flesh.

At this moment, the third Zhang Xianguang appeared.

Zhuang Boshi sneered, "You're really courting death, Zhang Xianguang."

"You really think I can't find where you're hiding?!"

In an instant, divine fire suddenly ignited around Zhuang Boshi, burning fiercely and making a "sizzling" sound.

The flames spread like a surging tide, engulfing every corner and instantly setting all the buildings ablaze.

In the light of the flames, Zhang Xianguang's face appeared even more ferocious and terrifying.

His figure swayed uncertainly in the firelight, as if he might be swallowed up by the raging flames at any moment.

"Such great strength, such strange abilities! What kind of vengeful spirit do you control? I've never heard of it before."

Zhang Xianguang asked, his voice hoarse and cold.

"You can survive being hit by my machete and even recover quickly."

"It's simply impossible to control an ordinary vengeful ghost."

"Or are you not a Ghost Tamer at all?"

The large cleaver in his hand, once it follows the mark, can ignore all defenses and completely kill the target.

But just as he was about to strike, he was forcibly interrupted. The strike didn't follow the mark; instead, his own clone was cut in two by the woodcutter's axe.

This means that the opponent's strength, speed, and perception far exceed one's own.

The machete will be useless against him.

After all, no matter how powerful the effect is, the cleaver still needs to cut down to be effective.

This young man is so skilled that he can't even make a single cut.

However, if one isn't enough, then bring in more!

At that moment, another figure slowly emerged from the abandoned building.

This person also carried a rusty old broadsword, and his figure was exactly the same as Zhang Xianguang's.

Their faces, figures, and even the supernatural weapons in their hands were all exactly the same, without any difference.

In an instant, the two Zhang Xianguangs came together.

"Zhang Xianguang, you came here for this painting, didn't you?" Zhuang Boshi said in a deep voice.

“You shouldn’t act now. People are dying every minute outside. I know you also want to create a world without ghosts. We can cooperate.”

Zhuang Boshi was willing to waste a few more words with this old teacher, after all, he was currently short of manpower.

Although Zhang Xianguang couldn't beat him, he could at least handle ordinary S-level paranormal events.

“The vengeful spirits have resurrected, and the human world has become a prison. It’s too late,” Zhang Xianguang said hoarsely.

He didn't want to implement the Peach Blossom Spring Plan so early because the conditions weren't right, and Old Qin wasn't dead yet.

But the ghost painting and the ghost messenger suddenly descended upon Dajing City, and the nationwide supernatural phenomenon was fully revived, leaving him no time to think any further.

"The Peach Blossom Spring Project must be implemented as soon as possible!"

"I don't want to be your enemy, as long as you let me take the Ghost Painting away."

"Giving you a scribble won't help."

Zhuang Boshi said, "You should understand that the main enemy right now is the vengeful ghost!"

"Living people should no longer kill each other!"

Zhang Xianguang's cold eyes flickered slightly: "Further words are useless."

"I must take the ghost painting!"

"You stubborn old man!" Zhuang Boshi almost laughed out of anger.

"Then I'll beat you until you submit!"

The next moment, a golden spear shot down.

Zhang Xianguang was stabbed through, but the second Zhang Xianguang remained expressionless and swung his cleaver at the same time.

But at the same time, Zhuang Boshi chopped off his head with a machete.

However, Bosch's body was still torn to pieces.

He was slightly surprised, but then he saw three Zhang Xianguang figures emerge from the derivative painting and swing cleavers at him.

Hey!
That old scoundrel!
Zhuang Boshi also swung his remaining right hand three times at the same time, killing all three Zhang Xianguangs simultaneously.

Under the reversal technique, the shattered body quickly recovered.

The bronze gears in his eyes kept turning, and the supernatural power of the greatsword was about to adapt.

"Zhang Xianguang, are you planning to play hide-and-seek with me?!"

"come out faster!"

"What's the point of always hiding like a gopher!"

Zhuang Boshi floated in the air, constantly searching for Zhang Xianguang's traces, but the Ghost Painting Domain was full of derivative paintings, with layers of space constantly nesting, and the derivative paintings could also counterattack consciousness along with the line of sight, which was very unfriendly to his eyes.

If it weren't for his Golden Core stage and fourth-order soul state, I'm afraid his three eyes would have been as useless as the Ghost Eyes.

Zhang Xianguang seemed to be deliberately avoiding his pursuit, taking detours and constantly emerging from various ghost paintings.

The difference in their fundamental nature, especially when wielding a machete, meant that if Zhuang Boshi discovered Zhang Xianguang, he would be doomed.

However, all of these Zhang Xianguangs are just clones. Even the so-called original body is just a copy in the Ghost Post Office. The real Zhang Xianguang is still in the Ghost Post Office.

The newly appeared Zhang Xianguang coldly said, "It's useless, it's useless, I'm no match for you."

"But I'm determined to have this painting; even a god couldn't change my mind."

Zhang Xianguang was also very troubled. His large cleaver could no longer cut through the body of the person in front of him, leaving only a shallow mark. His other supernatural abilities were also ineffective. A terrifying guess formed in his mind: this young man possessed the ability to be immune to the killing patterns of vengeful ghosts.

Simply appalling.

This can't go on; he's almost out of options.

As the fourth batch of Zhang Xianguang was cut to pieces by Zhuang Boshi.

"next batch!"

Zhuang Boshi finally pinpointed the source of Zhang Xianguang's identity.

over there!
All the clones emerged from derivative paintings of that ghost painting.

Zhang Xianguang slightly raised his head and glanced at it, his face showing no fear, but rather an unusual calm.

Then they retreated.

Zhuang Boshi chased after him.

Piercing through the derivative painting, a blinding light suddenly appeared in front of Zhuang Boshi, and the light shone to its extreme.

Instead, it makes you feel completely blinded, unable to see anything clearly.
-
After regaining his sight, Zhuang Boshi found himself no longer in the Ghost Painting Realm, but sitting in an old private school, where there were many students, and he had become one of them.

However, the other students looked like images on a black and white television, dressed in jet-black school uniforms, their bodies pale, with no other color whatsoever.

"Forced consciousness attacks are truly impossible to defend against." Zhuang Boshi's lips twitched.

Zhang Xianguang, the sixth brother, knew he couldn't win, but he unexpectedly set a trap in the derivative works.

What Zhuang Boshi feared about Zhang Xianguang was not his supernatural weapon, nor his infinite reboot, but this move.

After all, the wishing ghost and the nightmare ghost had previously used forced sleep control to torment him quite a bit.

However, he moved his fingers slightly.

The suppression here is much lighter than I expected.

The Ghost Classroom is just a supernatural place; even though it has crowd control and single-target killing abilities comparable to S-class supernatural phenomena, it's not as good as Ghost Dream.

At that moment, a chilling aura swept in.

Footsteps sounded, and a vengeful ghost dressed in old clothes and looking lifeless walked in, carrying a rusty machete in his hand.

His entire body was devoid of any life, as if a corpse that had been dead for seven days had come back to life.

Zhuang Boshi showed no sign of surprise. Instead, he looked at the black-and-white student and said, "Zhang Xianguang, aren't you coming out? Are you so sure this vengeful ghost can kill me?"

A student, pale-faced and dressed in black, suddenly spoke.

"To survive here, you have to rely on luck; there's no other way."

"I want to see how lucky you are, whether you'll be chosen by the ghost."

"I am just like you here. If the ghost chooses me, I will die too."

"If you're willing to give me the ghost painting, we don't need to risk our lives here."

"After all, you are not a ghost tamer, so ghost paintings are of no use to you."

Zhang Xianguang didn't want to argue with this amazing man; he was there to save humanity, not to kill each other.

Zhuang Boshi sneered: "Playing the gamble? I'm never bad at it."

At that moment, the vengeful ghost walked up to Zhuang Boshi and suddenly stopped.

Swish, the broadsword slashed down.

His neck snapped instantly.

what?
Zhang Xianguang's eyes widened. He really didn't expect to be the first one to draw that person. He just wanted to force the other party to give him the ghost painting.

I never expected the other person to have such bad luck!

But the next moment, the man returned to normal.

Zhuang Boshi pondered, "Are attacks on consciousness targeted at the soul?"

"Are you a ghost?"

Faced with Zhang Xianguang's astonished gaze, Zhuang Boshi immediately ignored the spatial confinement and stood up: "Of course I am human."

With a casual wave of his hand, a coffin nail appeared in his hand. He flicked it and nailed the terrifying old corpse to the blackboard.

"How is this possible? How could you bring supernatural items into the world of consciousness!" Zhang Xiangguang felt that his decades-long understanding of the supernatural had been completely overturned.

“Your consciousness is merely attached to the vengeful spirit, so naturally you cannot do it.”

The people in this world do not have complete souls; their consciousness and emotions are entrusted to three souls.

Once the physical body dies, consciousness also dissipates.

The reason why attacks targeting consciousness are unsolvable is that they target the loosely connected three souls. Without the protection of a corresponding vengeful spirit mechanism, even the strongest ghost tamer or other beings may be defeated.

Because the soul is incomplete, one cannot mobilize supernatural power in consciousness to achieve the state where one's will is power.

Those who claim to control ghosts borrow their power from ghosts; they do not possess any supernatural power of their own.

They have whatever the vengeful ghosts have, neither more nor less, neither stronger nor weaker.

This is the biggest difference between ghost tamers and the so-called ghost cultivators/immortals' soul systems.

Although Zhuang Boshi has not formally cultivated the soul system, his soul ability is at least at the Demon King level.

Within this world of consciousness, he is able to guide some supernatural forces within rigid rules.

Click!

An old machete struck Zhang Xianguang's table, creating a crack.

Zhuang Boshi stroked the back of the knife: "Now, can we have a proper talk?"

Zhang Xianguang was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly: "You are already a strong person of my father's generation. With you around, it is impossible for me to get that painting."

"I'll answer any questions you may have," he said, looking rather dejected.

Zhuang Boshi asked in bewilderment, "Haven't you noticed that the outside world has changed? Haven't you sensed that so many vengeful spirits have been resurrected?"

"Why be so obsessed with ghost drawings?"

Zhang Xianguang said with a complicated expression, "I know, it is precisely because it is the end of the world that I have to save this world."

"Only by letting everyone enter the ghost realm of the Ghost Painting and using it to resist countless terrifying ghosts can most people be saved."

Dr. Zhuang asked, puzzled, "Do you think ghost paintings are the most terrifying vengeful ghosts?"

"Don't you know what's behind the resurgence of so many terrifying vengeful ghosts?"

Do you really think that ghost paintings can protect everyone?

“Ghosts are not worth believing in. Killing is their instinct, just like humans breathing and eating; it’s an instinct.”

"The moment you include someone in the ghost painting, that's the moment they die!"

Bosch's concerns were not unfounded. von Tlein's description of the ancient Romans' paradise plan resulted in a demonic God sealed within the faith of billions of people.

Moreover, since the end of the world is approaching, all vengeful spirits are untrustworthy and may turn against us at any time.

Especially terrifying ghosts like those depicted in ghost paintings.

Zhang Jiguang gave a bitter laugh: "I know."

“But there was no other way. My father’s generation had tried every possible path, but all of them failed.”

"They tacitly approved of my behavior, which is why I was able to spend decades slowly setting up a scheme."

"Why are you so confident in this ghost painting, Zhang Xianguang? Where did this painting come from?" Zhuang Boshi asked with a sigh.

Even Yang Jian failed, so Guihua was even less likely to succeed.

“The previous master of Ghost Painting was Yue Lian during the Republic of China era,” Zhang Xianguang said.

"And the source of this ominous painting is that haunted place that has lasted for thousands of years—Peach Blossom Spring."

Peach Blossom Spring?
Zhang Xianguang sighed, "I didn't decide to do this Peach Blossom Spring project on a whim, because Peach Blossom Spring has existed in the world before."

"Moreover, it has survived for over a thousand years."

"Many villagers have lived in this paradise for thousands of years, generation after generation."

"For thousands of years, Peach Blossom Spring has not changed its location, has not expanded recklessly, and has not massacred ordinary people."

"It seems that the Peach Blossom Spring and the villagers have formed a strange symbiotic relationship."

"Yeah."

Zhuang Boshi seemed to be deep in thought.

"Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring?"

During the Taiyuan era of the Jin Dynasty, a fisherman from Wuling made his living by fishing. He followed a stream and forgot how far he had gone when he suddenly came upon a peach grove.

“That’s right,” Zhang Xianguang said. “The earliest record comes from the Eastern Jin Dynasty.”

"Peach Blossom Spring is said to be the source of all red supernatural phenomena in the world."

"In 1917, the Peach Blossom Spring that had lasted for a thousand years suddenly collapsed, and a large number of supernatural phenomena, such as ghost brides, ghost paintings, ghost wardrobes, ghost beds, and ghost cheongsams, spread out."

“This is what my father told me; he was a witness to the collapse of Peach Blossom Spring.”

"That's why I'm confident I can rebuild an even bigger Shangri-La!"

"I see," Zhuang Boshi sighed.

Zhang Xianguang said solemnly, "The ghost realm of Peach Blossom Spring is the strongest ghost realm."

“My father once said that during the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty, my ancestors helped a hero escape the pursuit of the Qing army and the Taiping army and ended up in Wuling County.”

“They saw an indescribable, monstrous cross-shaped ghost outside Peach Blossom Spring, which suddenly descended upon the spring, but Peach Blossom Spring still managed to resist it.”

"And no problems have occurred."

Zhuang Boshi stroked his chin. The cross-shaped ghost, could it be the Ghost God that von Treinen mentioned? He was entrusted by him and had a karmic connection with the Ghost God. He never expected that the Ghost God had once invaded Peach Blossom Spring.

If it can withstand the evil spirits and gods, then Peach Blossom Spring's rating can be raised even higher.

Moreover, which unlucky soul would be pursued by both the Qing army and the Taiping army at the same time?

Zhang Xianguang looked at Zhuang Boshi: "You are very strong. I know you are not a ghost tamer, but the power within you may be the hope to save the world."

"But no matter if you are an alien, a magician, a martial artist, or a superhuman, you may be able to defeat a ghost for a time, but they are endless and immortal."

"The truly terrifying vengeful spirits are simply beyond the capabilities of humans to deal with."

He sighed.

Zhuang Boshi was pondering that, theoretically, with the seven elders still alive and Qin Lao still around, Zhang Xianguang shouldn't have started the Peach Blossom Spring Project directly.

There are probably many reasons why he was able to bring forward the Peach Blossom Spring project so much.

But Dr. Zhuang always felt that there was a hand in the dark, constantly turning the clock hands, always speeding up.

All the problems seemed to be erupting all at once.

Whether it's the King's Organization, Zhang Xianguang, or other vengeful ghosts.

He could sense the enormous, indistinct presence that was eager to break free from its restraints.

Is it the one mentioned in the parchment?

Old Qin has lost the ability to communicate with the future, and now he has completely given up.

How did the burden of this world suddenly fall on the shoulders of the Zhongzhou team?

They were just passing through; they only needed to stay for 180 days to complete the main quest.

It seems that we can't even last 18 days, let alone 180.

Therefore, relying on the physical strength of the Zhongzhou team to put out fires in various places would definitely be too late.

There aren't enough ghost tamers either; the quantity is barely enough, but the quality is too poor.

Even Ye Zhen, the strongest of this generation, can only protect himself and lacks the drive to advance further.

Li Leping is alright, but Wang Chaling is holding onto Baoshan without knowing how to use it.

Yang Jian hasn't matured yet, let alone Cao Yang and the others.

If those captains encountered terrifying supernatural events such as ghost paintings, ghost messengers, or ghost lakes, half of them would be lying down in one encounter.

We need to recruit people!

Therefore, winning over Zhang Xianguang, a fully-leveled character who can stand alone, is very important for alleviating the current pressure.

The prince is quite strong; he fought five kings alone, so he must be an expert at imprisoning evil spirits.

"Zhang Xianguang".

Zhuang Boshi said sincerely, "I can give you the ghost painting."

Zhang Xianguang gave a strange look: "Why?"

"Didn't you already win?"

"You can kill me anytime you want, just by moving your finger."

There's no point in killing you.

Zhuang Boshi said, "Five months... no, one month later, you can take the ghost painting away."

"But within a month, you must cooperate with our operation to imprison the evil spirit."

"If we can't resolve the apocalypse of the supernatural resurgence within a month, then I will support your Peach Blossom Spring Project."

"How about it?"

This deadline is roughly the same as the deadline for the final battle.

Zhang Xianguang's eyes narrowed: "Very interesting."

"make a deal."

With another flash of light, the two returned to the real world.

"Mr. Zhuang, you're finally out! That's great!" Li Jun was very excited to see Zhuang Boshi.

But upon seeing Zhang Xianguang beside him, he immediately became wary.

“Zhang Xianguang has abandoned the darkness and embraced the light; he is now the tenth captain.” Zhuang Boshi patted Li Jun on the shoulder.

"Ghost Painting, he's been imprisoned?" Zhuang Boshi was quite surprised.

Moreover, the ghost messengers were also dealt with.

He had only been in the haunted classroom for a few minutes when the two previously chaotic incidents were resolved.

My teammates, were they throwing the ball at me before?

“That’s right. After you chased after Zhang Xianguang, Professor Wang used the memory mechanism of the ghost painting to imprison the source painting in a vengeful ghost.” Li Jun said with admiration.

Wang Xiaoming has completely redefined how he uses vengeful spirits.

Using a low-harm vengeful spirit that exists only in the memories of headquarters, they can influence the source of the ghost painting in reverse.

As for the ghost messenger, he activated the area restart before being hit by the primordial force, but he was still slightly brushed against.

They were directly manufactured into parts.

It has now fallen into Wang Xiaoming's hands and is being used to make supernatural props.

One step leads to another, each calculated with meticulous precision. The two S-class vengeful spirits, who were originally capable of destroying a city, were imprisoned without a trace.

Is Wang Xiaoming really that amazing?
Zhuang Boshi looked at Wang Xiaoming in surprise. Wang Xiaoming was setting up a huge projection screen in the messy courtyard.

He held a stick and pointed at the indistinct charts on the screen, directing the actions of the ghost tamers.

Based on the available intelligence, he made a precise deployment, "shifting the machine gun five centimeters to the left," regarding which group of ghost handlers were suitable to deal with which vengeful spirits.

Different ghost-controllers have different abilities, and therefore play different roles in paranormal events.

Wang Xiaoming did not choose the territorial responsibility method, but instead adopted the method of adapting to the ghost, which is the greatest use of the ghost controller.

But this would severely test his command ability and prestige.

However, the ghost tamers whose names were called by Wang Xiaoming would immediately stand up, receive their equipment from Cao Yanhua, and set off with resolute expressions, galloping to various places to begin suppressing the evil spirits.

Wang Xiaoming also arranged the battle plan and the allocation of combat power in an orderly manner, and even improved the support plan for the Zhongzhou team.

Even Bosch was impressed by the sheer amount of computation involved.

Seeing that group of unruly ghost tamers standing before Wang Xiaoming with the utmost respect, like grandsons, without uttering a single complaint, surprised him.

When did ghost tamers become so easy to talk to? Shouldn't they all be troublemakers who only care about their own hometowns? If you ask them to go and support other places, they'll either have backaches or demand money and supplies.

Were they paralyzed by the disaster just now?

Or is it that Wang Xiaoming established his authority in such a short period of time?

It now seems that Wang Xiaoming has directly seized power, using the influence of the Zhongzhou team to firmly grasp the command of all the Ghost Tamers.

Now that the headquarters is an empty shell, he has tied the research institute to the Zhongzhou team.

Thus, the Zhongzhou team cannot do without him, and the Ghost Riders cannot do without him even more.

He will become the most powerful person in this country.

He probably didn't mean it that way.

Otherwise, this scheming is too terrifying; it directly outmaneuvered the Zhongzhou team.

Wang Xiaoming seemed to sense something; he glanced back at Zhuang Boshi and adjusted his glasses.

This familiar movement almost made Bosch Zhuang jump up.

Chu Xuan!!!

Could it be that Wang Xiaoming has been possessed by Chu Xuan?
The thought of this possibility sent chills down Zhuang Boshi's spine.

What in the world is more terrifying than a vengeful ghost? It's Chu Xuan Ghost!

If Chu Xuan were to become a vengeful ghost with consciousness, he would immediately use his authority to run back to the Main God Space!
But in Zhuang Boshi's true view, Wang Xiaoming's three souls are fine.

It's still the same Wang Xiaoming!

"Excuse me, what should I do next?" Zhang Xianguang was also a little unaccustomed to being in such a large group of people.

Zhuang Boshi turned his gaze back to the prince, thought for a moment, and said, "You should follow that Professor Wang."

He will assign you tasks.

"Hmm," Zhuang Boshi hesitated.

"Do me one more favor: keep an eye on that Professor Wang from the shadows."

"If he shows any abnormalities, tell me immediately."

Zhang Xianguang asked with some doubt: "He's just an ordinary person, he doesn't have any supernatural aura at all, what are you worried about?"

Zhuang Boshi took a deep breath: "In short, if he shows that he has a perfect plan."

"They confirm the combat methods in advance without obtaining basic intelligence, and often make deployments that are incomprehensible to ordinary people, but in the end they always manage to accomplish some seemingly impossible tasks."

"Then just tell me."

Zhang Xianguang nodded: "What are you planning to do next?"

Zhuang Boshi rubbed his temples wearily: "Zhang Xianguang, your father—"

"He's not dead yet, is he?"

　Florence's Vangeline, Milan's Cottage, and Love to Float's tip!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)