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Chapter 251 The Interception by Two Kings! Arriving Just in Time! (4k)

Lu Ming's plan was good, but reality did not go so smoothly.

After eliminating all the traitors in Da Dong City, Lu Ming did not find the Ghost Tamer team from the King's Organization, which had probably already moved.

The news of the King's Organization's invasion of Da Dong City was released some time ago, when Lu Ming was still dealing with the supernatural events at the Ghost Post Office.

The people in the King's Organization aren't fools; they won't stay in one place forever.

By the time Lu Ming finished dealing with the supernatural events at the Ghost Post Office, they had already left Da Dong City.

"For me, taking down these kings is not difficult; the real challenge lies in finding their exact locations."

The kings of the King Organization do not come from a single country, and unlike the Ghost Tamer headquarters, they are not gathered together. Instead, they are scattered in various parts of the world, making it very difficult to find them one by one.

Otherwise, Lu Ming would have already set off abroad to destroy the entire King Organization.

However, Lu Ming wasn't too worried about this.

The King's organization has entered Chinese territory, and they'll cause trouble sooner or later. We'll go there then.

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Dachang City.

This is the territory of Detective Yang Jian, the Ghost Eye Detective.

Shangtong Building has essentially become a landmark building in Dachang City.

Although there is another building, Furen Building, which together with Shangtong Building forms the Twin Towers of Dachang City, Lu Ming, the owner of Furen Building, rarely appears in Dachang City.

Therefore, when Shangtong Building is mentioned, most people in the paranormal community still think of Yang Jian with Ghost Eyes, rather than Lu Ming, the Ghost Groom.

A black minivan stopped in front of the Shangtong Building. The door opened, and a young man dressed in casual clothes got out of the car.

This black minivan is quite valuable, worth at least several million yuan at present. It's hard not to think of the term "rich second generation" when such a young man gets out of the car.

But this young man was not a rich kid at all.

His family was not only not wealthy, but in fact, they were quite poor.

This young man was none other than Yang Jian, the famous detective known for his "ghost eyes" in the industry.

His father died in a car accident when he was still in school, so his family had always lived in poverty.

However, after becoming a Ghost Tamer and joining the headquarters as the head of Dachang City, Yang Jian's life improved.

There's nothing to worry about regarding money; with such a large company under my management, the only thing I need to consider is how long I can survive.

Upon entering the Shangtong Building and reaching the top floor, Yang Jian discovered a golden box that had appeared in front of him without his noticing.

Although the workmanship of this box is not exquisite, with many pits and bumps on the surface, it is made of pure gold.

"A box made of gold... has appeared again?"

Yang Jian's already pale face turned even more ashen upon seeing the box. He frowned, seemingly deep in thought.

This isn't the first time this box has appeared in his Shangtong Building.

These past few days, every time Yang Jian came to his office, the first thing he saw was this golden box.

At current gold prices, the value of a box made of pure gold is simply immeasurable.

No one would be so bored as to put such a golden box in front of someone else's company.

If an ordinary person saw a box of gold, they might not make any connection to it, but Yang Jian, as the person in charge of Dachang City, had a wealth of experience in handling paranormal events and knew that gold was the only thing that the supernatural could not affect.

Those sealed in golden chests are either supernatural items or real vengeful spirits.

Therefore, when Yang Jian first saw the golden box, he had no intention of opening it and instead had it sent away.

But every day after that, the box would inexplicably appear in the Shangtong Building, as if it were haunted.

"This can't go on. It seems someone's watching me..."

Yang Jian shook his head, having quickly made up his mind.

Although he doesn't like to cause trouble for no reason, that doesn't mean he's afraid of trouble.

Yang Jian picked up the box and weighed it in his hand. He felt that the box was indeed very heavy, but he roughly estimated that it did not contain any corpses or anything like that. It was just the weight of the box itself.

While this doesn't explain everything, it at least reduces some of the risks.

An eerie red light enveloped the surrounding space, and the originally bright interior inexplicably dimmed after a sudden flicker.

This is Yang Jian's ghost realm.

His ghostly eyes stretched through his flesh, shifting restlessly, creating a private, supernatural space.

The reason for doing this is that Yang Jian has already prepared for the worst.

If there's something fishy about the contents of the box, and he can't contain it, it shouldn't affect the people around him.

pat! ! !

The box was opened, and a stench of rotting corpses hit Yang Jian, making him instinctively want to vomit.

To Yang Jian's surprise, there really was a corpse inside the golden box.

The reason why the body's weight could not be felt was because it was highly decomposed. The body was shriveled, the internal organs under the skin had been removed, and there were no bones left, only a tattered human skin.

"Who made this?"

Yang Jian frowned, waiting to see what would happen next.

There is no doubt that someone is deliberately targeting him.

If you keep running away, you'll never solve the problem.

Instead of waiting for this opportunity, we might as well use it to force out the guy hiding in the shadows.

Just then, the tattered human skin suddenly twitched inexplicably, and crooked black characters began to appear on its surface.

"This human skin seems to have been treated like a piece of paper; some unseen ghost is writing on it..."

The idea was terrifying and horrifying, and it sounded somewhat absurd. In the minds of ordinary people, it was almost impossible.

But Yang Jian knew very well that this was the most reasonable explanation.

Although those crooked black characters were formed stroke by stroke, they were formed very quickly, and soon covered the entire human skin.

After seeing the writing on the human skin clearly, Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

"This is an obituary. Someone has died, and the vengeful ghost posted it, seemingly inviting me to come over..."

Now that things had come to this point, Yang Jian naturally understood why such a golden box had appeared in front of the writing.

The person who placed the box in the Shangtong Building had the ultimate goal of getting Yang Jian to see the obituary inside.

If Yang Jian wasn't stupid, he would know that the location on the obituary was absolutely off-limits.

But from the moment Yang Jian saw the obituary, the terrible supernatural curse had already taken effect, and whether he went or not was not up to him.

The next moment, more ghostly eyes appeared on Yang Jian's skin, all of them swirling restlessly. A terrifying supernatural force surged forth, gradually eroding the eerie red light that had enveloped the surroundings.

The ghostly domain beside Yang Jian disappeared, replaced by a hazy black mist.

Amidst the mist, an old mourning hall slowly emerged.

An old man's body was placed in the center of the mourning hall.

Based on Yang Jian's experience, he could tell at a glance that there was nothing wrong with the old man's body. It seemed that he had just randomly picked a passerby on the roadside, brutally murdered him, and placed him here.

"This corpse is quite ordinary; it's probably just a medium that triggers the vengeful ghost's killing pattern."

Just as Yang Jian was observing his surroundings, a dark shadow suddenly enveloped the mourning hall.

Immediately afterwards, a tall foreigner emerged from the shadows.

The foreigner was wearing a cowboy hat and carrying an old double-barreled shotgun on his back. When he saw Yang Jian, he gave him a provocative smile.

"Yang Jian, the 'Ghost Eye Detective' from the big city, we've finally waited for you."

The newcomer was Simon, one of the kings of the Kings Organization, codenamed Cowboy.

Click!

Simon took the old double-barreled shotgun from his back, cocked it, and loaded it with bullets, making the already gloomy funeral hall even more eerie.

The funeral hall and the obituary seemed to be one, belonging to some kind of terrifying ghost realm.

The moment Yang Jian saw the obituary, he was pulled into the conversation.

"Are you... the king who invaded China?"

Some time ago, the King of the King Organization invaded China and the rumors of hunting down the Ghost Riders at headquarters spread like wildfire, causing quite a stir.

Unexpectedly, these people turned their attention to the team leader at headquarters so quickly, and chose Ghost Eye Yang Jian as their first target.

"Enough with the nonsense, Yang Jian. I'm giving you one chance: defect from headquarters and join our King's Organization. Otherwise... I'll have no choice but to ask you to die."

Simon's green eyes gleamed eerily in the dark ghost realm, making them stand out conspicuously.

Like a lone wolf on a barren plain, or a will-o'-the-wisp on a field ridge at night.

Yang Jian quickly recovered from his shock and responded with a cold laugh: "You think you can kill me all by yourself?"

He wasn't just trying to appear calm.

The other party was the king of the King Organization, while he was the captain of the headquarters.

When faced with a one-on-one encounter, there is absolutely no reason to be afraid of the other person.

Although Yang Jian did not know anything about the other party, the king on the other side probably knew everything about Yang Jian.

However, Yang Jian was still confident that he could defeat his opponent.

"As expected of the team leader of headquarters, Yang Jian the Ghost Eye in Dachang City... Many people in the paranormal circle know you, so it's normal for you to have your current arrogance. However, I hope you can maintain this arrogance."

Simon gave a stiff look, seemingly mocking Yang Jian's overestimation of his abilities.

He snapped his fingers.

A dark figure reappeared amidst the mist that enveloped the mourning hall.

This is a strange old man wearing a Western-style dress, with a wrinkled face and a lifeless demeanor.

If Yang Jian were to give her a code name, he would probably record it as "old woman in a Western-style skirt".

The old woman possessed a terrifying supernatural ability, no less than the captains Yang Jian had seen at headquarters before.

After she appeared, even just standing there quietly, the entire mourning hall began to tremble slightly, and even the coffin lid began to shake.

If Lu Ming were present, he would be surprised to find that the old woman in the Western-style dress was extremely strange, and she could no longer be seen as a living person. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a real vengeful ghost.

that's the truth.

This old woman had suffered many terrible supernatural attacks; any ghost tamer would have died countless times over.

But the fact that she is standing here unharmed says a lot.

Even if this old woman in the Western-style dress suffers the most terrifying supernatural attack, given time, she can recover completely.

"If you think I can't take you down by myself, what if I add her to the mix?"

Simon the cowboy looked at Yang Jian's astonished expression and seemed to enjoy it, mocking him with a half-smile.

At this point, Yang Jian could no longer laugh.

Even if he is very confident, he should understand that he is probably in grave danger this time.

Given the imposing presence of this elderly woman in a Western-style dress, it's highly unlikely that she was merely an ordinary member of the King's organization; she was probably a king herself.

Therefore, the headquarters' previous intelligence was wrong; there were not just one king, but two who had invaded China.

In a one-on-one match between the King and the Captain, the outcome is still uncertain, but if it's two against one, three against one, or even four against one, the result is pretty much a foregone conclusion.

Seeing Yang Jian's uncertain expression, Simon smiled and said, "So? Do you want to reconsider my suggestion?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian calmed down and replied with a cold laugh: "All this talk is just bluster and no action. Why waste so much words? If you want to fight, then fight."

He was pulled into the funeral hall by the obituary, and the strength of this ghostly domain was even greater than his own ghostly eye domain.

Yang Jian is now trapped.

The fact that things have come to this point is not due to his poor decision-making.

Since we've been targeted by the King's organization, a fight is inevitable sooner or later.

Yang Jian is not absolutely certain that he can deal with two kings at the same time.

But no matter what, whether he wins or loses, he should at least take someone down with him.

In Li Jun's words, it's about "fighting for the revival of a vengeful ghost."

Given Yang Jian's current terrifying level, if he really wanted to revive a vengeful ghost, dragging a king to his death wouldn't be difficult at all.

The atmosphere was tense, and it seemed like blood was about to be drawn.

But just then, a gap suddenly appeared in the black mist that shrouded the entire mourning hall.

The mourning hall seemed to have a life of its own; the torn opening resembled a hideous wound, from which thick, ghostly blood dripped.

A young man with two gold revolvers tucked into his waistband walked out from the gap that had been torn open in the mourning hall.

Upon seeing the young man, Yang Jian was taken aback.

This familiar supernatural feeling immediately made him think of Lu Ming.

But the young man who appeared before him was... Zhang Wei?!

(End of this chapter)