Guanjiang Community, inside a bedroom.

Yang Jian listened to Keke's narration with a solemn expression:

"The paradise of resurrection, the evil ghost who killed thousands of people in an instant."

"Why do supernatural events of this level still occur in Dachang City? It has only been two days since the starving ghost incident."

"Logically, after Dachang City experienced the Starving Ghost Incident, there should not have been such a level of evil ghost so quickly."

Yang Jian was a little confused, but the facts were already there, and he couldn't tolerate disbelief:

"It seems like we have to go and have a look. Lin Qian can't die in Dachang City, otherwise Dachang City will be really doomed."

"The ghost on Lin Qian's body is a ghost painting, and the starving ghost is still on Lin Qian. If Lin Qian dies, the scene will be unimaginable..."

Thinking of this, Yang Jian did not think further. He knew the consequences of Lin Qian's death. Once Lin Qian died in Dachang City, they would face the resurrection of the ghost painting and the starving ghost.

Once this happens, Dachang City can directly announce that it has given up.

Yang Jian looked at Coco in front of him and saw the nervous look on her little face. He turned his eyes and became a little silent. After thinking for a while, Yang Jian said to Coco:

"Keke, I'm going out to find your dad later to see if there's anything I can do to help. I'll take you to play with Aunt Jiang later, okay?"

To be honest, Yang Jian is not very good at dealing with children. The people he usually interacts with are either ghost controllers or people from the headquarters. He really doesn't know how to communicate with children.

Coco raised her head and looked at Yang Jian with moist eyes. When she heard that Yang Jian was going to help her father, Coco nodded quickly:

"good."

Seeing that Coco was so obedient, Yang Jian nodded and took Coco away from the fifth floor and came to the second floor.

At this time, Jiang Yan was lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone on the second floor. When she saw Yang Jian coming downstairs with a little girl, she suddenly felt strange. Looking at Coco who was following Yang Jian, Jiang Yan's eyes lit up and she looked towards

Yang Jian asked:

"Yang Jian, where did this little girl come from and why does she look so cute?"

Yang Jian looked at Jiang Yan on the sofa and replied:

"This is Lin Qian's daughter. I'm going out later. Please take care of her for me first."

When Jiang Yan heard this, a look of surprise appeared on her face:

"This is Lin Qian's daughter? Isn't Lin Qian the same age as you? How could there be such an old daughter?"

She had met Lin Qian. The last time Lin Qian came to Guanjiang Community, looking at the timid Coco hiding behind Yang Jian, Jiang Yan couldn't help but wonder, was this really Lin Qian's daughter?

In Jiang Yan's impression, Lin Qian was a person with a pale face, a cold expression, and a dangerous aura surrounding him.

But such a person actually has such a lovely daughter? And she is so old.

Yang Jian looked at Jiang Yan calmly. He had nothing to explain. It would be better to let Lin Qian explain this kind of thing. Looking at Coco, Yang Jian said to Coco:

"Keke, this is your Aunt Jiang, let her play with you."

After saying that, Yang Jian looked at Jiang Yan who looked unhappy:

"A supernatural incident occurred in the city center. Lin Qian is there now. I have to go there now. You can take care of Coco first. If nothing happens, we will be back soon. If anything happens, just call me.

Telephone."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Jiang Yan's expression suddenly changed, and she no longer cared about being called an aunt by Yang Jian:

"Another supernatural incident has occurred. Didn't you say before that after the Hungry Ghost incident is over, the chance of supernatural incidents in Dachang City will be much smaller? Why does it happen again?"

Hearing Jiang Yan's doubts, Yang Jian shook his head and said:

"You ask me, I ask who is going to go, whether supernatural events will happen or not, it's not up to me."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Jiang Yan also knew that this was indeed the case. The occurrence of supernatural events was random. As long as someone triggered the murderous pattern of the ghost, then the supernatural events would occur.

Looking at Yang Jian who was about to leave, Jiang Yan bit her lip and said to Yang Jian:

"Can I not go?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's face suddenly became serious:

"Are you kidding? Lin Qian can't die now, at least not in Dachang City. He is now a walking natural disaster. Once he dies in Dachang City, then Dachang City can directly give up."

"Besides, I may not be involved when I go there this time. I may just be there to make soy sauce. I was just in the past to prevent accidents. It all depends on Lin Qian himself."

Seeing how serious Yang Jian said, Jiang Yan stopped talking and nodded silently. Yang Jian didn't care and rubbed Coco's head:

"I'm going to find your dad. Coco, let's go play with Aunt Jiang."

After saying that, he left the second floor. Coco looked at Yang Jian who was leaving and suddenly shouted to Yang Jian:

"Uncle Yang Jian, you must find daddy, Keke is very obedient!"

Yang Jian, who had just walked out and had only taken a few steps, turned dark when he heard Keke's words. He was only less than 20 years old. How could He De be an uncle?

However, Yang Jian didn't care and left the second floor. When Jiang Yan heard Coco calling Yang Jian uncle, she immediately began to laugh wildly.

Listening to the laughter coming from behind, Yang Jian's face turned even darker:

"It seems that Sister Jiang doesn't want a salary increase."

After leaving Guanjiang Community, Yang Jian drove towards the city center. Looking at the streets that were rapidly retreating, Yang Jian's eyes flashed red. He took out his satellite positioning phone from his pocket and called Zhao Jianguo...

But in the paradise, sitting on a chair, was a middle-aged man with a magazine.

The middle-aged man looked at the changed paradise with a smile on his lips:

"Sure enough, you are still too young and don't have any sense of defense, but this is normal. After all, you have mastered the supernatural powers of ghost paintings. It is normal to feel a little proud."

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man shook his head:

"It's a pity. I originally admired this young man. He was indeed a capable person and a character in that era. It's a pity that he controlled ghost paintings. If he had controlled other ghosts, he wouldn't be able to control them today.

Will die."

Looking at the changed paradise, the middle-aged man grinned and looked up in the direction of the Ferris wheel:

"In order to suppress the ghost painting on your body, I spent a lot of effort. Not only did I bring a derivative painting of the ghost painting, but I also made up half of the ghost painting in the paradise. In this case, there is no trace of it.

Be prepared, it’s hard even if you don’t die.”

Looking at the rapidly changing paradise, the middle-aged man looked very calm:

"Fortunately, the person who controls this place is dead, otherwise I might have to work harder. After all, the old guy here is not an easy person to get along with."

The middle-aged man thought this way, but suddenly, the middle-aged man frowned, looked down at the magazine in his hand, and his face instantly became serious. At this time, the magazine was blank, and the one that was originally on the magazine was blank.

All the grimaces disappeared, as if they had been eaten by something.

As the grimace disappeared, the magazine began to change, but in less than a moment, the magazine in the middle-aged man's hand had disappeared, replaced by a painting of a woman in red.

The moment he saw this change, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the Ferris wheel. At this time, the Ferris wheel was shrouded in darkness and he could not see the whole picture clearly.

Looking at the Ferris wheel shrouded in darkness, the middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and there was some surprise in his eyes:

"Ghost Realm? He can still open the Ghost Realm. After being completely suppressed, this young man can actually open the Ghost Realm."

The middle-aged man looked a little solemn, looking at the darkness with some disbelief in his eyes:

"This is the ghost realm of the Starving Ghosts. He has controlled the Starving Ghosts! But how is it possible? How long has passed, less than two days, how can he control the Starving Ghosts so quickly!"

But the facts are already before our eyes. Although it is unbelievable, it is beyond argument. Looking at the ghost realm covering the Ferris wheel, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a fierce look:

"The younger generation is scary. If we let this younger generation continue to grow, maybe it will be possible for him to successfully control ghost painting. By then, all the efforts will be in vain."

"He must be dealt with today. So what if he controls the starving ghost? He will die just the same today. He has been prepared for so long, and this is not just a show-off!"

The middle-aged man looked at the Ferris wheel with fierce eyes, pulled out a bloody sword from behind, and slashed in the direction of the Ferris wheel without warning.

Lin Qian, who was standing inside the Ferris wheel, had already noticed this middle-aged man. After all, he was too conspicuous. Everyone else had been hung up, but he was not the only one. Lin Qian would not believe it even if he said there was nothing wrong with him.

Looking at the numb-looking middle-aged man, Lin Qian's eyes were deep:

"This guy must be related to this paradise. Even if he doesn't, he must know something. Otherwise, he wouldn't be standing there peacefully like this. Let's subdue him first and ask him about the situation of this paradise. Maybe we can find out something.

What's coming?"

Thinking of this, Lin Qian stepped forward, intending to leave the Ferris wheel directly and go below. However, before Lin Qian could land her feet, she saw the middle-aged man standing below pulling out a big knife from behind.

, and then stabbed violently in this direction.

The moment he saw this big sword, Lin Qiantong shrank, and a sinister look suddenly appeared in his eyes:

"Zhang Xianguang, you old man, you are looking for death!"

As Zhang Xianguang's knife fell, the ghost realm of the starving ghost was split open in just an instant. Lin Qian's head rolled down from his neck, and a strange wound appeared on his neck.

As the ghost realm was opened, the hung corpses looked at Lin Qian one after another, and then a strange and horrifying scream came from the mouths of those corpses.

At this time, Lin Qian only felt numbness filling his whole body, his eyes were pitch black, and the weird and harsh screams kept ringing in his head.

As if to wipe out his meaning, Lin Qian knew clearly that he was attacked by Li Gui and Zhang Xianguang at the same time. A coldness filled his mind. Lin Qian felt that his eyelids were heavy and his body seemed to be sinking, as if he would lose consciousness at any time.

Same.

Lin Qian knew that as long as he lost consciousness, it would be when he died. He wanted to do something, but he seemed unable to do anything.

In this state, his thoughts are slowly dissipating, and the boundless darkness is swallowing him up, biting and cold, desperate and helpless.
To be continued...