Chapter 1295 - 1262: An Unexpected Appearance

Chapter 1295: Chapter 1262: An Unexpected Appearance

“The World of Ghost Drawing is much larger than before. Finding the real Zhang Xiangguang here is not an easy task. Moreover, there are ghosts in the world of ghost drawing. Wandering aimlessly will not only waste time but also easily lead to danger.”

He Yiner said.

She looked at the endless gray sky, and a sense of helplessness welled up in her heart.

It’s hard to imagine that this is caused by a supernatural event.

However, at this moment, the constant falling paper ashes in the sky had vanished. Although there were still a large amount of residual paper ashes on the ground, the appearance of this change gave people an ominous premonition.

Like the calm before the storm.

“I can guide the way, and it’s not difficult to find the real Zhang Xiangguang by cooperating with Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain.” Lu Zhiwen said as he began to take action.

With that special pen, combined with a piece of paper filled with Zhang Xiangguang’s name, he could indicate a rough direction.

“Over there.”

Immediately, he pointed his finger toward a direction outside Shuangqiao Town.

As soon as he had finished speaking, Yang Jian had already taken three people and hurried in the direction Lu Zhiwen pointed.

Being able to use the Ghost Domain in the world of ghost drawing is a huge advantage, and finding people through the Ghost Domain is also a great convenience.

Soon.

A seemingly inconspicuous village caught Yang Jian’s attention.

His Ghost Domain detected anomalies here.

And when Yang Jian paid close attention, the situation made him feel astonished, though not seeing it with his own eyes made him even suspect whether he was hallucinating.

He actually saw Sun Rui here, saw Yang Xiao and those souls living in the oil paintings from the Ghost Post Office, as well as the ghost from ghost drawing, and even a terrifying ghost he had encountered before… the Dried Corpse Bride.

“Found it, it’s right here.”

Yang Jian immediately stopped moving and rushed directly toward this inconspicuous village with He Yiner, Zhou Deng, and Lu Zhiwen.

Meanwhile.

Inside this small village, Sun Rui was leading thirty-six souls from the oil paintings into a fierce battle with Zhang Xiangguang, Nie Yingping, Du Hong, and Zhang Ying.

This was a struggle of faith and life, neither side willing to lose or retreat.

Although Zhang Xiangguang’s group had fewer numbers, Nie Yingping was a top-notch ghost handler, even surpassing some captains from the headquarters, while Du Hong and Zhang Ying were veteran ghost handlers. Though not on the level of captains, they were not far off, with Zhang Xiangguang alone being the weakest given his loss of most supernatural power.

However, Zhang Xiangguang was the manager of the post office. He wouldn’t die, which was a huge advantage.

Sun Rui’s side, although numerous, had souls with supernatural powers that were even weaker than when they were alive, and their growth had been stagnant for decades, honestly a bit behind the times.

Yet the souls had the advantage of numbers, and among the supernatural powers they wielded were some very troublesome ones.

For a moment, both sides seemed evenly matched.

In just a short action, casualties had already occurred.

Although souls wouldn’t die inside oil paintings, they could perish when subjected to severe supernatural attacks. After all, the supernatural power of the oil painting could maintain their immortality, but other supernatural powers could erase their existence.

Moreover, this was not the world of oil painting, but the world of ghost drawing.

After leaving the oil paintings, the souls lost a part of their advantage.

Thus, thirty-six souls began suffering continuous heavy damage, unable to maintain survival, starting to dissipate.

“Jang Wei, Hon Xiuyun, Wang Daohai, Zhang Xiaomei…”

A soul shouted out the names of familiar friends, witnessing them being killed by Nie Yingping, bodies collapsing, directly disappearing.

The other souls were no less fierce, paying the price of several people to take down the female ghost handler named Zhang Ying on the opposing side, while Du Hong was also struggling, unable to defend himself against supernatural attacks from other souls, being pushed to the brink of ghost resurrection.

Yang Xiao seized this opportunity, pulling the real Zhang Xiangguang into a dream, trying to take away this instigator.

“A bunch of souls, dead for God knows how many years, thinking that relying on numbers can win? Today, I’ll make you understand, the disparity between ghost handlers can’t be compensated by numbers.”

Nie Yingping growled, his body cold and dead gray, bruises appearing on his skin like frostbite.

At this moment, a supernatural presence was invading him, trying to kill him.

Yet the temperature around him was plummeting, nearby souls seemed at this moment to have entered ice coffins, a layer of thick frost forming on their eyebrows, hair, and eyelids. Some souls trying to approach Nie Yingping ended up frozen stiff, becoming rigid corpses.

In Nie Yingping’s hand, unbeknownst to when, was an old toy, a pellet drum children often played with in the past. The red paint on it was mottled, the surface dirty and darkened, with pieces missing, the two pendulums hanging down on either side nowhere to be seen.

Strangely enough, under the surface of this pellet drum, a human face faintly appeared, the outlines of two palms emerging, as though an evil ghost was imprisoned within.

Clearly, this was a bizarre supernatural item.

No, to be precise, it was Nie Yingping’s supernatural weapon.

He wielded the pellet drum like a heavy hammer, striking the frozen corpses.

The dull drum sound carried the screaming of terrifying ghosts, reverberating, chilling people to the bone.

In one sound, the frozen corpses were crushed to powder, leaving no trace. Meanwhile, that dreadful scream made several nearby souls roll their eyes and fall to the ground, thick blood flowing from noses, eyes, and mouths, seeming to suffer severe consciousness damage.

“We can’t let this guy go unchecked. He’s very powerful; if we can’t take him down, we can’t win,” a soul shouted.

“Trash should die quietly.” Nie Yingping stepped forward, his Ghost Domain expanding, the temperature around plummeting.

This temperature was not real cold but the supernatural influencing reality. If the supernatural influence could be isolated, then the sensation of cold would disappear, like the burning of ghost flame which isn’t real flames, it’s the manifestation of supernatural power.

The soul that had just spoken immediately felt their body frozen stiff, as though their blood had halted its flow.

Evidently, with no longer a living body, they still felt the freezing sensation.

“Don’t be too arrogant.”

This soul glared angrily, counteracting before his body froze, an ominous figure departing him, heading toward Nie Yingping.

But before the supernatural attack could reach, it stopped in front of Nie Yingping.

The ominous figure was likewise covered in frost, frozen stiff on the spot.

Nie Yingping’s face was cold as he struck the pellet drum in his hand without hesitation. The ghost immediately lost its movement and collapsed to the ground, unable to resist this supernatural force, it was eliminated.

“Cough, cough.”

Suddenly, a weak, deathly cough sounded.

The one nicknamed Sick Ghost, Sun Rui, also chose to act without hesitation at this moment. While Yang Xiao was holding Zhang Xiangguang, he wanted to team up with other ghosts to eliminate Nie Yingping. As long as they killed him, the rest would be defenseless, and the struggle would be won.

Nie Yingping felt something foreign in his throat and couldn’t help but want to cough. At the same time, his body felt weak.

“You think you can kill me with just this bit of supernatural power? Trash will always be trash, never able to stand out.”

He snorted coldly, unfazed, while a tattoo appeared on his frostbitten-looking skin.

The pattern on the tattoo was of a gaunt corpse, seemingly starved to death, with protruding bones, vivid and lifelike, as if the corpse was clinging to him.

This kind of supernatural power appeared somewhat familiar.

Previously, there were ghost manipulators with such tattoos, only the tattoo patterns were a bit different.

With the appearance of the tattoo, Nie Yingping’s urge to cough disappeared immediately as the ghost on his skin shielded him from the supernatural attack.

“This guy…”

Sun Rui had to admit at this point that this guy’s strength was indeed formidable, and the supernatural powers displayed were at least three.

In other words, he had controlled at least three ghosts.

And from start till now, there were no signs of a ghost resurrection on his part, which also indicated that he had temporarily solved the problem of ghost resurrection, allowing him to utilize supernatural powers for extended periods, making it almost impossible to wear him out, as he didn’t bring an endless number of ghosts.

“Even trash fish like this want to thwart our plan? Today, I’ll settle all of you in one go, leaving no chance for resurrection later.”

Nie Yingping took action again, eliminating at least over ten ghosts by himself.

Suddenly.

A miserable scream erupted, causing him to pause temporarily.

Not far away, Zhang Ying met a tragic end.

She was surrounded by ghosts and perished under a supernatural attack.

However, Zhang Ying also took down several ghosts with her, reaching her limit.

“Damn it.” Nie Yingping was furious at this sight.

Du Hong and Zhang Ying might not have been strong, but they were teammates, shared the same beliefs, and needed to manage the new World of Ghost Drawing together after the plan succeeded. Now, they were exhausted by these ghosts here.

Yet, this momentary distraction caused Nie Yingping to feel a daze, a strong drowsiness sweeping over him.

“Nightmare Yang Xiao? Want to drag me into the Nightmare World? I’ve been on guard against you; you’re the biggest threat among them.”

He was disoriented, drowsy, but still managed to shake the pellet drum in his hand at the last moment.

The ghost’s scream reverberated.

Nie Yingping was jolted awake instantly.

Yang Xiao’s gaze was calm, feeling no regret in his heart.

Managing to drag Zhang Xiangguang into the nightmare was already quite good; getting Nie Yingping, who was prepared, into the Nightmare World successfully was difficult.

“I’ll deal with you first.”

Nie Yingping focused on Yang Xiao, deciding to take care of this dangerous guy and wake Zhang Xiangguang in the process.

“Stop him.”

Sun Rui didn’t dare be careless, rushing forward while the remaining ghosts, after eliminating Du Hong and Zhang Ying, quickly followed.

The number of these ghosts was already small, just over a dozen remained.

“Do you think you can stop me?”

Nie Yingping struck the pellet drum in his hand, making the toy-like object emit a blood-curdling scream.

The screams echoed, causing the ghosts to clutch their heads in agony and collapse directly to the ground.

Sun Rui was severely damaged, blood oozed from his nose, his head felt like it would split open.

Yet, as a manager of the Post Office, despite the agony from this supernatural attack, he remained alive.

Seizing this gap, Nie Yingping used the Ghost Domain to instantly appear in front of Yang Xiao, grabbing him fiercely.

A cold chill hit.

Frost spread over Yang Xiao, soon about to encase him in ice.

“Your nightmare has ended, simply disappear obediently.”

Nie Yingping said ominously, raising the pellet drum to smash it against Yang Xiao.

However, at that precise moment.

A burst of light illuminated from not far away, a golden hue filled the eyes, and the entire world was instantly ignited, fearsome flames roaring to life.

Nie Yingping’s arm, poised to strike, froze immediately.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to strike, but because his entire arm was restrained, charred hands adhered to him, rendering his arm numb.

“Seems the nightmare hasn’t ended, it continues,” Yang Xiao said calmly.

The next moment.

The silhouettes of Yang Jian, Zhou Deng, He Yiner, and Lu Zhiwen, the four captains, emerged in the firelight.

“This is impossible.” Nie Yingping’s pupils shrank dramatically at this sight.

He couldn’t believe that Yang Jian and the others not only survived but broke through Chen Qiaoyang, Zhang Xian, and their blockade to arrive here.

The appearance of these captains meant one thing: the action over there failed.

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