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Chapter 1252: The Man Walking Out of the Oil Painting

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    On the playground of the abandoned Shuangqiao Town Primary School, a group of ghost masters representing the top of the supernatural circle are engaged in a tragic supernatural confrontation at the moment.

    Just one move is an unreserved ultimate move, which is bound to kill the opponent on the spot.

    However, the supernatural confrontation is full of various uncertainties and dangers. If there is a slight carelessness, even the captain-level ghost master will die on the spot.

    Just as Zhang Xianguang was fighting with several captains.

    Not far from Shuangqiao Town Primary School.

    A few people were watching this place, and they didn't dare to approach, because the ghost messenger had already been attracted, surrounded the area, forming a death battle field, and anyone approaching would trigger the ghost messenger's killing pattern.

    "One of the eight captains won't fall, Zhang Xianguang's life is worth it, not to mention that he can kill everyone in one go, even if he only needs to fight half of the way, the ghost can kill all the rest. This is a battle.  There is no battle without a winner."

    An old man with age spots had a solemn face, looking at the area blocked by darkness.

    His name is Zhang Xian, and he is also from Shuangqiao Town. Although he looks older, he can only be regarded as a junior in front of Zhang Xianguang.

    "Is this why he asked me to lure the ghost messenger? It is indeed cruel enough. He wants to replace the eight captains of the headquarters with his own life. If this succeeds, no one in the spiritual circle can stop his plan."

    Chen Qiaoyang narrowed his eyes and said.

    Zhang Xian said calmly: "This is the safest way. If the eight captains team up and fight to the end, there is a high probability that Zhang Xianguang will lose. But we can't afford to lose, we can only win, so we have to use this extreme method."

    "If a few of us join forces, we may not be able to fight each other."

    Chen Qiaoyang said: "You also know my methods. There is no disadvantage in dealing with this kind of prepared battle."

    "I know, but the opponent is not simple, and there are backhands. Zhang Xianguang will not bet on this hand at such a critical moment, and I do not recommend betting." Zhang Xian said.

    Chen Qiaoyang nodded and said: "I understand. After planning for decades, I definitely don't want the final battle to determine the outcome. Otherwise, if I lose a game, I will lose the whole game. It would be unfair. Since I want to fight, I have to fight. Now  The ghost messengers have surrounded there, so what are we doing here?"

    Then he asked again.

    Zhang Xian said: "To prevent the plan from failing, let the ghosts get out of control when necessary, increase the number of suppressed ghosts, and deal the most fatal blow to the remaining captains, lest a few surviving captains escape from time to time."

    "I see."

    Chen Qiaoyang narrowed his eyes and said, "No wonder I need to watch here."

    "The moment they entered Shuangqiao Town Primary School, they lost." Zhang Xian said, "This is the world of ghost paintings, and they can't escape."

    "Then I really have to wait and see how those captains died in the end."

    Chen Qiaoyang also looked forward to it.

    At this moment, Zhang Xian turned his head and looked in another direction: "When all the captains are fighting here, they can almost start to act over there."

    What he was referring to was the ghost post office in Dahan City.

    And in the ghost post office.

    Sun Rui stood at the door with a cane, looking at the gray sky outside, his brows were furrowed, showing deep worry.

    "The spiritual erosion is getting more and more serious. It looks like the whole city will be shrouded in the haunted world of ghost paintings in a while. I don't know if Yang Jian and the others can stop it in time. If it is later  If there are some words, then the city will probably be finished."

    He is very worried at the moment, because he is the person in charge of Dahan City.

    Having been in charge of the city for so long, now I can only watch the ghosts appear, but I am powerless.

    But what Sun Rui didn't notice was.

    In the world of oil painting.

    The real Zhang Xianguang still stayed in the ghost post office, he kept silent, just sat quietly in a corner, thinking about the time silently in his heart.

    There is no concept of time in the oil painting, he can only make a rough estimate in his mind after Yang Jian left at that time.

    This time can neither be too early nor too late.

    Premature exposure will increase unnecessary risks, but too late exposure will affect the smooth progress of the plan, so there is a very critical point.

    "I don't know when I can get out of this ghost place. I've been trapped here for too long. I've almost forgotten what the outside world looks like."

    In the ghost post office in the oil painting, the voice of complaint came again.The ghost painting that Nie Haiping was holding just now is exactly the same.

    Because this is also a ghost painting, although it is only a derivative.

    This ghost painting was sent by Yang Jian himself.

    At that time, Sun Rui already knew that Zhang Xianguang had a problem and was investigating him, so he secretly hid the painting at that time.

    Zhang Xianguang seemed eager to leave and didn't care about this matter.

    I don't know if it's a secret, or if it's not serious.

    "I still have a ghost painting, are you willing to enter it to stop Zhang Xianguang?" Sun Rui stared at everyone's oil paintings and asked.

    "The one sent by Yang Jian at that time? Then don't waste time, let us go in, and we will help you stop that Zhang Xianguang." Yang Xiao said.

    "He is a manager and cannot be killed. Our half-dead souls may not be his opponents, but I also want to give it a try and see if there is any change."

    "This guy wants to drag everyone into the world of ghost paintings. He wants to kill everyone. Although I really want to see my family, I don't want to meet them in the world of ghost paintings. That would be too cruel."

    All the dead souls in the oil paintings are emotionally excited, and their opinions are very unified. They want to stop Zhang Xianguang, and they don't want to see his plan succeed.

    After all, such a crazy plan is hard to accept.

    "Whether you are sincere or lying to me, but right now I have no choice but to trust you, people like us will end up miserable, if you don't want everyone to be like us, living in the world of ghost paintings  Here, please help me." Sun Rui took a deep breath and said.

    After he finished his sincere pleading, without any hesitation, he lifted the black cloth covering the ghost painting.

    He covered one of the oil paintings with ghost paintings.

    Oil painting and ghost painting touch each other.

    A channel connecting each other is opened.

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