Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

Yang Jian was filled with worry.

Dachang City has his "good eldest son" Zhang Wei, his "child's mother" Wang Shanshan, and his "white moonlight" Miao Xiaoshan.

There's also Jiang Yan, who forcibly clings to him.

It cannot be abandoned.

It's really impossible to part with it.

He hurriedly headed towards Dachang City, which was shrouded in darkness.

"Yang Jian, don't be reckless! This is an S-level paranormal event, it's dangerous!"

Zhao Jianguo saw Yang Jian rushing towards Dachang City without regard for anything.

He hurriedly tried to dissuade them.

Yang Jian had a ghostly eye on his forehead.

"Make way—there are many people waiting for me in Dachang City, and I have a reason to go."

See here.

Zhao Jianguo couldn't very well stop them.

Although Yang Jian is somewhat unruly, he is a promising talent when it comes to the supernatural.

It's a pity he was too young and impulsive.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming seemed to remember something.

He told Zhao Jianguo, "You arrange for someone to transport the ghost coffin back to Dajing City; I want to go there too!"

"What?" Zhao Jianguo was shocked.

"Professor Wang, I can't let you take any risks. Otherwise, Minister Cao will skin me alive."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the scene in Dachang City, which seemed like a mirage, a blur of reality and illusion.

He said calmly, "My younger brother is also in Dachang City. I have reasons to go there."

Zhao Jianguo was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

He then fell silent.

Yes!

Professor Wang values ​​family ties very much.

Even though his younger brother was disappointing, Professor Wang still tried his best to find a suitable vengeful ghost for him.

Help him take control.

"But, but..."

Zhao Jianguo hesitated for a long time, unsure of how to say it.

After all, you can't just tell Wang Xiaoming directly that his brother is nothing and can't be compared to Professor Wang at all.

There's no saving him, he's just waiting to die.

But it was Yang Jian.

He looked at Wang Xiaoming with a surprised expression.

Sudden.

His gaze sharpened.

"Wang Xiaoming, Wang Xiaoqiang..."

Could his younger brother be Wang Xiaoqiang, the owner of the Xiaoqiang Club?

Yang Jian recalled how Wang Xiaoqiang had acted arrogantly, as if he had connections, back when they were at Xiaoqiang Club.

I understand.

Yes.

It must be Wang Xiaoming who gave him his confidence.

However, Yang Jian had a very bad impression of Wang Xiaoqiang and Xiaoqiang Club.

He and Gui Xueyan worked together to capture the headless ghost from Furen Mall.

As a result, when contacting Xiaoqiang Club for sale.

However, they faced various tests and suppression.

Although Wang Xiaoqiang eventually stepped in to mediate, Yang Jian understood that everything was at Wang Xiaoqiang's behest.

Wang Xiaoqiang is like that.

Wang Xiaoming is no good either.

snort!

Yang Jian ignored the tug-of-war between Wang Xiaoming and Zhao Jianguo.

Instead, they went straight to the outside of the Ghost Realm in Dachang City.

A layer of dark blue ghost realm and a layer of hazy, luminous ghost realm were intertwined and fighting against each other.

It completely envelops the urban area of ​​Dachang City.

It's impossible to see clearly.

Yang Jian stood at the edge of the Ghost Realm and took a deep breath.

The scarlet ghost eye on his forehead suddenly opened.

next moment.

A layer of crimson, blood-red ghostly realm suddenly unfolded around him.

Like a scarlet flashlight.

It stretched rapidly forward and crashed into the dark blue barrier surrounding Dachang City.

The instant of contact.

Yang Jian felt as if someone had hit his head hard with a hammer.

A sharp pain, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, shot through my eye, as if countless needles were piercing my pupil at once.

His demonic nature was suppressed.

That layer of dark blue-green ghostly aura was like a solid steel wall, while his ghostly aura was as thin as a sheet of paper in front of it.

No matter how he tried to activate it, the scarlet light was firmly held in place.

It can only be pushed forward half a meter at most before it can't move any further.

Even more deadly is...

That hazy, ghostly aura continued to press down.

The mere aftershocks of the two layers of ghostly realms tearing each other apart caused the ghostly eye on his forehead to spin wildly and uncontrollably.

It is fear.

The ghost eye he wields contains something within fear.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth.

It was a sudden whim.

Superimpose one ghost eye onto the other.

He withstood the overwhelming supernatural pressure and drove the ghost realm in like a nail.

Two, three...

Yang Jian continued to add layers.

Cracks began to appear at the edges of the scarlet ghost realm.

Fine, shattered glass-like patterns spread in from the outer layer of his ghostly aura.

His vision began to blur, and blood started seeping from his right eye.

Through the dark blue haze, he could vaguely see the streets of Dachang City.

An empty crossroads.

A car overturned on the side of the road.

And in the distance, a dark shadow flashed past behind a window of a residential building.

I don't know if it's a living person or a dead person.

"Yang Jian! That's enough!" Zhao Jianguo's voice came from behind.

But Yang Jian ignored him.

With the Ghost Eye pushed to its limit, the Crimson Ghost Realm surged once more.

This time, he struggled to advance three or four meters through the gap between the two layers of ghostly realms.

The scene in Dachang City became clearer.

But the next moment.

Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ghost Eyes couldn't withstand that pressure.

The crimson ghost realm exploded with a snap, like a crushed light bulb.

He was thrown into the air and rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

The ghost eye on its forehead slowly closed, and a line of scarlet liquid flowed down from the corner of its eye.

Those weren't tears, they were blood.

Zhao Jianguo quickly stepped forward to help him up: "Are you alright?"

Yang Jian flung his hand away, stood up, and stared intently at the twisted, ghostly place in Dachang City.

His chest heaved violently.

"I can't get in," he said through gritted teeth.

"The strength of this ghost realm far exceeds our imagination; the battle between the two vengeful ghosts inside has reached the restart stage."

My demonic eyes are no match for it.

He paused, then said, "But I have to go in."

Wang Xiaoming walked up and patted Yang Jian on the shoulder:

"Going in now is suicide."

Once the battle between the two vengeful ghosts ends, regardless of who wins or loses, something even more terrifying will appear in Dachang City.

Now all we can do is wait.

"Wait, wait, wait! We can wait, but can the people inside wait?" Yang Jian asked, his eyes red.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him calmly:

"You think I don't want to go in?"

My younger brother was inside too.

But what can you do even if you get in?

You can't even last ten seconds in the Ghost Realm; you'd be a corpse in less than ten seconds if you went in.

Yang Jian clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

He knew Wang Xiaoming was right.

His ghostly eyes didn't even have the right to struggle in front of those two fierce ghosts.

Just a touch almost caused the demon eye to go out of control.

If he really rushed in, he would be resurrected as a vengeful ghost before he even found Zhang Wei and the others.

But he was not willing to give up.

He suddenly remembered someone.

Where is Zhao Kaiming?

Isn't he the person in charge of Dachang City? Is he inside or outside?

Yang Jian asked Zhao Jianguo.

Zhao Jianguo's expression was complex:

"Zhao Kaiming was already inside before the Ghost Realm appeared, along with Li Jun, and they have lost contact."

at the same time.

Dachang City.

Li Jun leaned against a utility pole, his chest heaving violently.

Every breath felt like a knife ripping through my throat.

The green will-o'-the-wisps flickered on his body like candles in the wind.

It could no longer hold open even an inch of the ghostly realm.

Several corpses lay on the ground beneath his feet.

These people were killed by supernatural forces surging in the smog after being shrouded in a ghostly realm.

Li Jun tried to save them, but could only watch helplessly as their eyes turned bluish-black.

Then all signs of life disappear.

That feeling of powerlessness was like a nail stuck in his heart.

What made him even more desperate was that he had been wandering in this smog for nearly six hours.

Unable to discern directions, unable to find the source, and even the telephone signal was completely cut off.

I don't know when it started.

The surrounding world flickered wildly, restarted, restarted again, and restarted again.

Everything is distorted, and the scene is chaotic.

The buildings appear both old and new, and the light of day shifts between bright and dim.

He didn't know where he was.

I wonder how Zhao Kaiming is doing.

Despair filled my heart.

But the next moment.

The ghostly aura of Dachang City suddenly dissipated, and the world became clear again.

The previously disordered spacetime was restored to its original state.