The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 365

Big J City, on the highway.

A car was rampaging on a deserted road, the gas pedal was almost dead, and there was no sign of slowing down unless it was turning.

Interestingly, the person sitting in the driver's seat of such a car is not a drag racer, but a bald monk.

The monk's face was wearing a hideous and terrifying Vajra mask, covering half of his face. He was also wearing a gray monk's robe, which looked unpretentious.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, a painful cough came from the back seat.

"Old...Old Jiang, can you slow down, I'm going to vomit."

Even though Gu Li had fastened his seat belt, he could still see the scenery outside the window flashing by, especially when turning a corner, the inertia brought by the speed of the car even made his body sway from side to side, as one can imagine , if the seat belt is not fastened, I am afraid that the whole person will fly out of the window.

But compared to the discomfort caused by the speed of the car, what is more frightening is Gu Li's physical condition at this moment.

Elder Qin waved his hand lightly, with a smile on his face as if he knew everything and everything was under control.

In the sky, wisps of paper ashes fell, and the sky seemed to be filled with these paper ashes. The ashes condensed the entire sky into gray, and the falling paper ash dyed the earth into grayish white.

The paper dust floating down from the sky began to recede like a tide, and time seemed to flow backwards. Wisps of paper dust fell from the gray sky, but turned all the way back into the gray sky.

And they didn't have time to think about Zhong Shan's situation, and they didn't even have time to take a rest in place.

Wang Xiaoming is still thinking.

"despair."

The horror seems to be about to begin, and Big J City is about to be swallowed up by ghost paintings and become a hell where ghosts roam.

This is not good news, to put it bluntly, it is extremely bad news.

The situation is getting worse, and the traces of the ghost painting invasion are already very serious.

In the conference room of the headquarters, an old man sitting in an inconspicuous corner, wearing an old-fashioned gown and covered with age spots on his face, got up gently from his seat, and said something that no one heard.

Different from the original oil paintings found in the urban area, although the backgrounds of the oil paintings at that time were different, the characters in each oil painting were the strange woman whose face could not be seen clearly.

Looking down at the city under his feet, his cloudy eyes seem to be able to take a panoramic view of the city, seeing every corner of the city and the tragic scene happening in every corner.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes are very cold at the moment, so cold that people dare not approach, even the person who asked the question can't help but sit back to his original position.

"The cause of the incident was the loss of control of the ghost coffin. The specific reason for the loss of control cannot be clarified, but what is certain is that the culprit is a terrifying ghost. It not only caused the loss of control of the ghost coffin, but also invaded many affiliated headquarters. Members of the organization have subtly influenced many people without being noticed."

At that time, this place will become the starting point for the collapse of order. When the most important core city of a country collapses, the bad effects will quickly radiate across the country.

Human beings have limits.

Not only that, on one side of his body, the originally pale skin has turned black, showing a strange dark brown. This is not because of the change in skin color, but because the things hidden under the skin are restlessly moving. Struggling, the skin wriggled, as if the thing hidden underneath was about to tear through the flesh and come out from inside.

And in some places, great changes have already begun.

Not only him, Wang Xiaoming, Shen Liang and others also looked at him with respect in their eyes.

He wants to think about countermeasures, but right now he has no one available.

"Sure enough, Elder Qin knew all of this, but he let it happen."

All of a sudden, in the conference room, the pupils of all the people who were still alive shrunk, and their faces were full of astonishment.

"thump."

"Ok?"

"Small things."

Is this hundred-year-old old man, who is known as the number one ghost master in Big J City, finally planning to make a move?

They are the first to know the information, but the more they know, the deeper the panic in their hearts.

On the rooftop of Ping An Building, a lifeless old man with age spots on his face appeared here.

Raising his head slightly, staring at the gray-white sky, after saying something silently, Elder Qin lightly raised the crutch in his hand, and then tapped it slightly on the ground.

The ghost was standing in front of him, his stiff body was motionless, and although there was no look of a living person on his dead face, it looked as if he had been suppressed, without any movement.

In addition, there are countless fierce ghosts in the ghost painting. The level of terror of these ghosts is not necessarily very high. Maybe a few ghost masters can join forces to imprison them.

Jiang Hao frowned and looked ahead, the windshield wipers kept scraping the car window, but they couldn't clean up the ashes falling from the sky.

However, at this moment, Mr. Qin is like a big mountain, standing on top of a tall building, raising his head slightly, looking at the dark haze covering the entire city.

In the next second, Elder Qin disappeared.

At this moment, the headquarters is also in a state of desperation.

Mr. Qin would definitely not kill people indiscriminately. This old man probably has seen more dead people than he has seen living people.

Wang Xiaoming was overwhelmed by the intrusion of spirits one by one. The people who were difficult to distinguish fell to the ground like this, and the spirits remaining on his body seemed to be wiped out at this moment.

At this moment, something even weirder happened.

Together it seems to be back to normal.

"thump."

Even, in the ghost domain of this S-level ghost, there is another S-level ghost that can be called unsolvable.

Leaning on crutches, Mr. Qin walked slowly outside the meeting room, but after cleaning up these impure people for the headquarters, his hunched figure suddenly became blurred.

Disappeared in full view.

An incomprehensible scene appeared.

He is not the only one who is aware of this intrusion process.

Now, it can only rely on this mysterious old man, and only he can break the haze that pervades the sky over Big J City.

And right now.

But what troubled him the most was not the restless ghost in his body, but the oil paintings he could see along the way.

Fortunately, the ghosts controlled by Gu Li and Jiang Hao were sufficiently terrifying, coupled with their special abilities, so they were not killed by those three people who suddenly turned back.

"It's almost time to end, ghost messenger, ghost painting, let's take this opportunity and leave it to future generations."

"Ah~!"

"Ok?"

"Tap, tap, tap."

The world became gray, and a layer of gray paper dust began to accumulate on the ground.

In the gray-white world, strands of paper ashes floated down, but it seemed terrifying, the ashes representing ghost paintings, but they all dissipated when they approached Mr. Qin, as if they were avoiding this old man with bottomless spiritual power .

Even if Wang Xiaoming wants to plan something, there is no suitable candidate.

The gray-white sky seemed to have been pressed backwards, and the monotonous haze began to shrink continuously. Then, the sun reappeared and began to sway from the edge of the city to the center of the city.

However, before the despair and fear spread completely, everything was over.

There are too many secrets about Mr. Qin, some secrets that even Mr. Qin himself does not know, let alone Wang Xiaoming.

Compared to Cao Yanhua who was stunned and didn't know why these people died suddenly, Wang Xiaoming squinted his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him silently.

He is a man, not a god.

upper limit?

But the oil paintings that have invaded reality today are no longer oil paintings with that woman as the main character.

This is not only because of the exhaustion caused by the fight against Zhong Shan just now, but also because the traces of Daj City being invaded by ghost paintings are getting more and more serious.

"Professor Wang, what should we do?"

The only ones who could stand were stiff figures.

He closed his eyes, as if waiting for his end.

In fact, not just here, but in every inch of the city, the same thing is happening.

But now, Mr. Qin seems to have fixed the time.

Code name: ghost difference.

Ping An Building.

The ghost did not stop, but started to wander in this area, just like when it was in Okawa City with the help of ghosts, it began to clean up the living people in this area.

Now, he came to put an end to this farce.

On the top floor of the Ping An Building, the crutches sounded again.

Mr. Qin said with a smile, as if the ghost painting incident that has made countless people feel desperate is not a big deal in his eyes.

The sky became gray, and then paper ash began to fall from the gray sky, and the ashes would dye the entire area into off-white, and then, weird oil paintings began to appear, and finally, the ghosts that came out of the paintings would mark This area completely belongs to ghost paintings, because only in ghost paintings, ghost paintings can be released at will and change the positions of these ghosts.

Interpol headquarters in Asia.

However, he was simply unable to give an effective solution.

In the conference room, the fear on the faces of other people could no longer be concealed.

"Is now the time to slow down?"

But it was this action of the old man that caused everyone in the conference room to face a sudden change, and the originally listless eyes were filled with surprise.

Zhong Shan and two other ghost masters in Interpol uniforms suddenly attacked them.

The frightening thing is that such a weird shadow puppet is constantly blinking at the moment, as if peeping into the world.

The ghosts were suppressed, even if they were tens of miles apart, they were all suppressed by a terrifying supernatural power.

However, on this layer of wriggling flesh, a faint ray of light is blooming on the surface of Gu Li's skin, as if trying to suppress the restless shadow puppet under the flesh.

"despair."

In a certain corner of the city, a man who was about to be killed when he saw that the ghost had approached him let out a heart-piercing cry.

"Professor Wang, this..."

Desperate cries and wailing echoed on the street, the crash of vehicles colliding with each other, and the occasional dull sound of a few being cornered and finally choosing to jump from upstairs.

Elder Qin tapped his cane and made an old voice.

Right now, due to being delayed by those people for a while, the traces of the ghost painting encroaching on the city have intensified, and Gu Li's condition is not good, it is impossible to use the ghost domain again, so Jiang Hao can only find a car temporarily, Quickly rushed to the address Li Leping sent them.

He was wearing a cane, and his figure was thin and emaciated. He looked like he would be blown down at any moment on this high-rise building where the cold wind was blowing.

now.

Wang Xiaoming also knew nothing about Elder Qin's ability. After all, if such an old man wanted to keep his mouth shut, no one in the headquarters could force him to speak.

"Old Qin, please."

After all, they are people who have lived from that era to the present. Compared to that turbulent era, compared to what they have experienced before, an S-level incident is nothing at all right now.

And not long after Mr. Qin disappeared into the meeting room.

Cao Yanhua was dumbfounded, looking at the fallen corpses on the ground, a little at a loss.

Like the hell in the myth, the ghosts began to slaughter all the lives in front of them. The streets and alleys were littered with corpses, blood and stumps, and corpses with different methods of death can be seen everywhere.

As for the oil paintings, they also became dim and blurry at this moment, and soon disappeared together with the ghosts walking out of the paintings.

Earlier, they encountered a terrible danger on that deserted street.

Next, there are ghost paintings.

Among the newly-appeared oil paintings, there are old men with gloomy faces, children with dead faces, and some who are not even human, but look like a strange human silhouette...

At the same time, the paper ash accumulated on the ground also began to dissipate, as if being forcibly crushed by some invisible force, turned into wisps of dust, blown away by the cold wind, and finally disappeared.

Gu Li's whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and the severe pain caused by the fierce ghost in his body made it difficult for him to breathe, and his muscles twitched from time to time, as if he was about to breathe out at any time.

"it's time."

The erosion of spirits cannot be suppressed by mouth or numbers alone.

It seemed that he had anticipated what was about to happen, and allowed things to develop in this direction, and then shot at the right time to end everything.

His complexion was very bad, and his breathing became much weaker. His slender woman's palm was already pale, whiter than a corpse that had been dead for a few days, and there was a faint rotten smell wafting from it.

"And then, with all the problems that follow, it's going to get out of hand now."

Wang Xiaoming made this appalling information public.

The crutch fell to the ground, and the somewhat hunchbacked old man walked slowly towards the door as if he was wandering.

Without the support of the spirit, these few people died, but in Wang Xiaoming's eyes, these people belonged to the people who should have died long ago.

However, the quantity will cause a terrible qualitative change. As the erosion of ghost paintings gradually deepens, as oil paintings carrying ghosts begin to appear in urban areas, when ghost paintings completely invade this area, the ghosts in the oil paintings will be Appeared, and then spread across the entire Big J City, turning this place into a hell on earth.

"Ha ha."

The ghost has already designed to kill Li Jun, Chen Yi, Jiang Shangbai, Guo Fan, and now Yang Jian is also dead, Fang Shiming and the entire circle of friends have been wiped out, Cao Yang and others have spent a lot of money.

But the next moment, death did not come.

People were fleeing, and fear and despair began to fill some corners of the city.

Since they chose to clean up these few people, it means that there must be something wrong with these few people.

After getting along with each other for a long time, Wang Xiaoming also more or less guessed the upper limit of Qin Lao's strength.

Vice Minister Cao Yanhua stood up at this moment, his words were full of respect.

This word does not seem to be enough to accurately describe Qin Lao.

With such an action, the whole city seemed to freeze at this moment.

Due to the dispute between the headquarters and the circle of friends, the Ping An Building has been completely emptied and sealed off. There is no living person inside, and even the original office facilities have not had time to be transported away.

This kind of old people who have lived to the present during the Republic of China is not ordinary. Every one of them has the ability to quell S-level supernatural events, and even the so-called S-level events are nothing in their eyes.

"Someone in the headquarters has been invaded by ghosts, and you are among my suspects, so I haven't told you."

But in this gray world without other colors, some strange things can be vaguely seen.

"Is it necessary to use Wei Jing now? No, no, the ghost messenger is restricted to the ghost painting, and letting him deal with the ghost painting will easily lead to bigger problems."

When they were in Huanggang Village, they witnessed the process of ghost paintings invading a certain area.

If you take a closer look, you will find that the thing hidden under the flesh is like a shadow puppet, a shadow puppet with a face and a body.

"despair."

The man slowly opened his eyes in disbelief.

The warm sunshine, the gray and monotonous colors in the urban area are fading rapidly, the world seems to be recolored, becoming bright and colorful, breaking free from the cold world, and coordinating with the sunshine to restore warmth to the city .

Falling with crutches.

Those people who were invaded by ghosts were also cleared out by him.

Gu Li is very familiar with the normal scene in front of him.

And just before people have had time to thank God for blessings, or even recover.

The sun shone, shining on the faces of people who had just experienced despair. Although the entire city had only been eroded by ghost paintings for a short while, many people had already been killed by ghosts during that gloomy time.

Despair and powerlessness seemed to disappear, turning into spring rain that symbolized hope.

An S-level ghost, an incomprehensible ghost that can destroy a small country, is encroaching on Big J City.

"Damn it, it's still too late..."

This area is gradually evolving into a restricted area for living people.

"Old Qin, you..."

Those were weird oil paintings. I don’t know when, these oil paintings began to appear in every corner of the city. Some were randomly discarded on the ground, some were hung on the walls, and some were simply placed In the middle of the road, there doesn't seem to be any intention of hiding traces.

Although this is used as a response center to deal with ghost paintings, Wang Xiaoming and other important members of the headquarters are somewhat helpless in the face of the invasion of ghost paintings.

This was already the first question Wang Xiaoming heard today, and it made his ears callous.

Some ghosts have already begun to come out of the oil painting. They are terrifying ghosts that people have never seen before. They exude a cold aura that living people are afraid of instinctively. The living beings targeted.

Accompanied by the third tap of the cane.

Cao Yanhua immediately bent down and bowed.

He was wearing crutches, and when he stood up, his figure looked a little hunched.

It's just that the faces of the two of them are not very good-looking now.

Everything was like a nightmare. After waking up, as the sun rose again, everything returned to its original state.

"ended."

Elder Qin was still holding a cane and hunched over, but the old look on his face became more and more serious, as if it meant that his limit was about to be reached.

"Next, it's up to you."

(End of this chapter)