Republic of China: Ace Pilot

Chapter 628 Successful bombing, return battle, and rematch against the Japanese cavalry brigade.

"Professor Wang, how is the situation?"

Zhao Bai entered the base under Wang Xiaoqiang's guidance.

Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun looked at the two men.

Wang Xiaoqiang shrugged; he had only brought Zhao Bai along.

He brought it over, and now he's leaving.

Wang Xiaoqiang left soon after.

Zhao Bai found a seat and sat down.

"The situation is not good. In Xuzhou, there is a ghost with intelligence plotting against him, but it is unclear how it is plotting."

Wang Xiaoming had a headache.

"Yes, I know. The president, Fang Shiming, Ye Zhen, and the others are preparing to enter the Ghost Painting."

Wang Xiaoming was startled: "Have they recovered their strength?"

Zhao Bai nodded. "Yes, directly back to your peak condition."

Upon receiving a definite answer, Wang Xiaoming immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“If they go in, then Xu Zhou and Wei Jing will have a chance to get out.”

Zhao Bai was taken aback. "Just a chance?"

He knew the situation inside the ghost painting was serious, but he really didn't expect it to be this serious.

Even when the leaders of three top ghost-controlling organizations went in as a group, they only had a chance to bring Xu Zhou and Wei Jing out.

How terrifying must the ghosts in the ghost painting be?
Zhao Bai couldn't imagine it.

It’s unimaginable.

"Professor Wang, do you have any other methods besides these?"

Zhao Bai's expression turned serious.

He knew very well that inside the Ghost Painting, unless one possessed the strength of the chairman, there was no chance of escape.

Moreover, the situation inside the ghost painting is very complicated, and if you make a mistake, you really can die.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head. "The level of terror from ghosts is too high; I can't find any other way."

Zhao Bai remained silent, so all they could do was watch?

There's not much we can do to help here; only Wang Xiaoming can offer some ideas at crucial moments.

Zhao Bai didn't know what to say, so he simply shut up.

An accident can bring misfortune, but it can also bring hope and opportunity.

The place where the painter died.

Inside the villa, in front of that oil painting.

A pale hand reached out from the darkness and gently stroked it.

Based on the feel of the hand, the owner seemed to have confirmed something, and spoke softly, in a sorrowful tone:
"Our painter has unfortunately passed away, and even the demons that possessed him have been controlled by others."

As soon as the words were spoken, seven or eight pairs of eyes slowly opened in the darkness.

He stared intently at the oil painting.

"We mourn the loss of the painter."

Those seven or eight pairs of eyes lowered slightly.

Silence reigned in the darkness.

It lasted for about three minutes.

The silence was broken.

"Our painter followed in the footsteps of the priest."

"Let us remember the deceased priest..."

"Stop babbling and get down to business."

A sharp, comical voice rang out, expressing considerable dissatisfaction.

"Clown, we need gentlemen."

A voice spoke slowly and deliberately.

The sound from before did not reappear, but a pair of eyes narrowed slightly in the darkness.

"Missionary, stop with all this nonsense and get down to business."

"You gathered us here, surely not because of the deaths of the priest and the painter?"

The missionary turned around and looked at the group of people hidden in the darkness.

"The estate owner is a gentleman as always."

"It is common knowledge that gentlemen are extremely intelligent."

“Indeed, the deaths of the painter, the priest, and the witch are not the reason I gathered everyone here.”

There was some unusual movement in the darkness.

But it quickly subsided.

"Gentlemen, we must be scrutinizing our cooperation with the Reform Society."

Reform Society.

The moment the missionary mentioned the organization, all the eyes in the darkness flickered.

"The cooperation with the Reform Society was personally decided by the Captain. Missionary, it seems you are somewhat dissatisfied with the Captain's decision?"

A somber voice came from the darkness, questioning.

"Oh my God, how could you think that?"

The missionary was filled with trepidation, saying, "Of course I cannot and will not be dissatisfied with the captain's decision."

"The great captain is destined to lead us to victory; it is inevitable."

"I respect and admire the captain, always and always."

"but!"

But it came.

The missionary narrowed his eyes:
"The arrangements for Tai O City were prepared jointly by us and the Reform Association."

"But the priest and the witch who were in charge of everything in Tai O died inexplicably, as did the two friendly Chinese men, Luo Sheng and Sun Ren."

"I want to ask, why haven't the members of the Reform Society gotten into trouble?"

"That's a very interesting point."

“Our people died, but their people did not.”

"Now, they are working with the painter to prepare for the introduction of the ghost painting."

"Then, as everyone has seen, the painter unfortunately died."

The darkness grew even quieter.

No one speaks.

They were all pondering.

They cooperated with the Reform Society twice, and lost two kings and one candidate king.

The Reform Society, however, suffered no losses.

Isn't this a little off?
This is not just not quite right, it's completely wrong.

The slow voice rose gently, unhurried and elegant.

It was the voice of the manor owner.

He broke the silence.

“You’re right, there are indeed problems. The cooperation with the Reform Society was decided by the captain, but we are cooperating, not working together, and certainly not being used as cannon fodder.”

The missionary nodded.

"Friends of the Reform Society, their idea is correct and it is the best approach for that country. Compared to the captain's plan, their plan is much more reliable."

"But unnecessary sacrifices cannot exist."

“We haven’t officially broken ties with that country yet. If we had, we would be almost dead.”

"That's really pointless. As the saying goes in that country, it's like doing a wedding dress for someone else and ending up with nothing."

This statement has been widely accepted.

At that moment, a hoarse, deep voice rang out.

"What are your thoughts?"

"The Reform Society's Ghost Kingdom plan is very stable; there's no way we can persuade the captain."

The missionary nodded. “I know, but we don’t need to persuade the captain. We just need to keep a close eye on things when we’re working with the Reformation.”

"If something goes wrong, just run away."

“Our lives matter too, unlike those friends in the Reform Society who are hard to kill.”

"We are dead, that means we are really dead."

At this moment, someone suddenly spoke up, a clear, ethereal voice that echoed:

"Just keeping an eye on it?"

The missionary shifted his gaze slightly, meeting a pair of pale, translucent eyes, and said:
"Everyone here is not stupid. You all have your own ideas, and I believe you all know what to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's gazes shifted slightly.

Those who become kings are certainly not fools.

Silence descended once more.

The missionary turned to look at the door in the oil painting.

His eyes narrowed slightly:
"The painter's ghost is very important, really very important, and cannot fall into the hands of others."

"Moreover, if the painter's ghost can be found, the painter might be able to return to earth from heaven."

At this point, the missionary tilted his head slightly to look at the people behind him.

"Therefore, we cannot let them go!"

In the darkness, a pair of eyes narrowed slightly, becoming long and eerie. ...

……

"found it."

Lin Qian looked up and gazed in one direction.

"They've made a quick escape, but why are they getting closer and closer to the source of the ghost painting?"

"them?"

"Not just one person from Xuzhou?" Fang Shiming asked in surprise.

"Yes, and Wei Jing too."

Lin Qian reached out, using his fingers as a pen, and drew the shape of a door in the air.

He grabbed the non-existent doorknob and pulled it.

There was a squeak.

It was as if there really was a door.

As Lin Qian moved, the air was actually pulled apart.

An unfamiliar environment appears.

Ye Zhen peeked out and saw that the area behind him was empty and everything seemed normal, but he couldn't see Lin Qian from this side.

It seems as if there really is an invisible door here.

A desolate city, ruins and crumbling walls, an interplay of the ancient and the modern.

The dust of history.

Fang Shiming looked at the city gate, his eyes gleaming.

"It has to be opened three times. Luckily, this is a ghost painting, and the ghost on the painter is a piece of the ghost painting. At the same time, the source of the ghost painting is hiding."

"Otherwise, if I use supernatural means, the source of the ghost painting will be found in an instant."

As Lin Qian spoke, he stepped into the gate.

Fang Shiming and Ye Zhen followed slowly.

"There are indeed far fewer ghosts in the ghost painting."

"This ghost painting is empty; there are no ghosts inside."

Ye Zhen stood on the road where cement and asphalt alternated, scanning his surroundings.

The ability to take someone else's place didn't yield any vengeful ghosts; the only ones found were buildings.

Ye Zhen stroked his chin: "With our current strength, if we encounter ghost messengers and starving ghosts, we might die instantly."

"I have a feeling that these two ghosts are now as strong as those old relics from the Republic of China era, or even stronger."

Lin Qian nodded and reached out to repeat the previous action.

Fang Shiming turned to look at the door that was slowly closing.

The moment the door closed, Fang Shiming frowned slightly, as if a shadow had been rushing toward the door for a brief moment.

It can't be a misperception.

"Don't worry, it's just that ghost. Although it has lost the Ghost Domain, its ability to hide is still quite strong."

"But don't worry, as long as we use supernatural methods, we'll eventually be discovered."

Before they could finish speaking, the door had already opened.

This time, the gateway is a lake.

Thick fog blanketed the lake.

Ye Zhen tilted his head. "Wow, what an impressive guy."

Fang Shiming was also somewhat surprised, but then his expression became serious. "It's not simple."

Lin Qian narrowed his eyes. "Crossing the Ghost Painting is still risky. Forget it, we can afford to mess with this thing, but there's no need for us to."

With that, he closed the door again.

Just as the gate was about to close, a head suddenly emerged from the misty lake.

A head appeared, and soon, a naked female corpse emerged from the lake and stood in the water.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the mist.

The door closed.

Lin Qian looked at his hand; all the flesh had fallen off, revealing the bone.

He moved his palm, his figure flashed, and his injuries were instantly healed.

"The ghosts that survived from the hands of the starving ghosts and ghost messengers are quite terrifying, and may even have the ability to restart."

Lin Qian said calmly, then casually resumed drawing the door.

I only had a brief encounter with a terrifying ghost.

It was just a small matter.

Although it was attacked, it was just a supernatural intrusion, not a real attack.

The number of ghosts in the ghost paintings has decreased, but the ghost paintings themselves have become more dangerous.

Lin Qian changed the location to paint the door.

Soon, the three of them entered the next ghost painting.

And less than five minutes after they left.

A large shadow quickly covered the area.

The shadows were twisted and grotesque, like a person struggling on the ground.

It's eerie and creepy.

But soon, the shadow disappeared.

Submerge to the ground.

……

"wrong……"

Xu Zhou suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking up and staring intently at the familiar building in front of him.

"what happened?"

Wei Jing's voice, as cold as a dead man's, rang out.

Xu Zhou's expression shifted, "There's good news and bad news."

Wei Jing didn't speak, he just stared at the building.

"The ghost drawing is inside."

"source."

Wei Jing narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is this good news or bad news?"

Xu Zhou's eyes flickered; "Good news, but it will soon turn into bad news."

"Because there is an extremely terrifying ghost inside this building."

"How does it compare to me now?" Wei Jing asked, somewhat curious.

Xu Zhou countered, "Can you restart time?"

Wei Jing's numb eyes stiffened slightly, then he shook his head: "I can't restart time, but the ghost messengers can."

"Then we can't go in."

Xu Zhou scanned his surroundings:

"The ghost inside has the ability to restart."

Wei Jing's expression shifted slightly.

"Then let's change it..."

But before he could finish speaking, Wei Jing's expression changed:
"That's too late."

Xu Zhou was taken aback, then realized what was going on.

The two appeared on the rooftop in an instant.

In the distance, a 'man' with dark blue skin, wearing an Interpol uniform, and dark blue eyes walked slowly down the street.

Xu Zhou's pupils contracted sharply.

Wei Jing looked to the other side and saw a 'man' with a black rope wrapped around his arm, dressed in an Interpol uniform and wearing black leather shoes, walking towards them with numb and lifeless eyes.

"How come it's so fast?"

Xu Zhou was puzzled; the two ghosts were traveling faster than they were running.

It's one thing for ghost messengers to be suspicious, but how did the starving ghosts find them so accurately?

"There's no escaping it," Wei Jing said calmly.

He hasn't lost control yet, but that's because he's in the ghost realm of Xuzhou, and the ghost messengers are still a little distance away from him.

Returning the way you came is impossible; the ghost messengers are on that road.

The fact that the other party was able to get here means that the ghost painting leading here is no longer usable.

A ghost painting can be connected to any other ghost painting.

But first of all, there must be no source here.

When the source exists here, this ghost painting can only connect to two ghost paintings that have left this place: one is another ghost painting, and the other is the source.

The road they came by was blocked, so it seemed they had no choice but to take a gamble and enter the building to leave from the source.

Xu Zhou's expression was uncertain. "That's impossible. I've always avoided going towards the source."

How did it end up at the source?

"Could it be!"

Xu Zhou's gaze towards the starving ghost changed.

Could it be that a ghost is chasing another ghost?!

(End of this chapter)