“Go to Shuangqiao Town to intercept and kill Zhang Xiangguang, bring back the ghost painting, and put an end to this matter.”

Yang Jian walked out from the world of the oil painting, his attitude resolute, filled with murderous intent.

A few captains also emerged from the world of the oil painting one after another. They understood the cause and effect, and also learned about Zhang Xiangguang’s past. Such a dangerous character must be eradicated.

“Shuangqiao Town is not far from here. If we use the Ghost Domain, we can get there within a minute,” said Leuk San.

“If everything goes smoothly, we can finish everything within an hour. Just in time, I need to return to Dayuan City before evening,” He Yiner was already a bit impatient at this moment.

She felt that Yang Jian had wasted too much time; this matter could have been resolved more quickly.

“Where’s Zhou Deng? Where did he run off to now?” Yang Jian was preparing to set off when he realized someone was missing from the team.

“He’s wandering around on the fifth floor,” Sun Rui said with his cane.

“Get him down here; it’s time to go,” Yang Jian said.

Sun Rui nodded.

Very soon.

On the fifth floor, Zhou Deng suddenly misstepped, and with a cry of surprise, he fell straight down.

“Bang!”

Zhou Deng landed in the first-floor lobby. He quickly got up, looked around, and saw everyone staring at him.

“H-hello, everyone.”

Yang Jian stared at him and said, “What are you holding in your hand?”

“This? It’s nothing; I just picked it up on the fifth floor,” Zhou Deng hurriedly hid the thing in his hand.

“Forget it, let’s move out.”

Yang Jian didn’t bother with it much, but he did find the item Zhou Deng was holding somewhat familiar. He seemed to have seen it at the Ghost Post Office before; it was a supernatural item. However, heading to Shuangqiao Town was more important now, so he let it go.

Immediately.

The group set off again.

They left the apartment and arrived in Dahan City. Then the Ghost Domain spread, and Yang Jian led them straight to Shuangqiao Town.

Shuangqiao Town is a very ordinary small town. If it weren’t for the fact that this is Zhang Xiangguang’s hometown, no one would know this place.

Like other small towns, it’s beautiful, peaceful, and tranquil, far from the hustle and bustle of big cities. The pace of life is slow, making it a nice place for a leisurely retirement.

However, a bizarre event broke the peace of Shuangqiao Town.

This afternoon.

It suddenly started to snow in the sky over Shuangqiao Town.

“No, it’s not snow; it’s ash from paper?”

By the roadside, a passerby thought it was snowing, reached out to catch some, and found that it was actually ash from paper in his hand.

At first, the paper ashes were sparse, but soon they increased, and the sky began to be obscured. The surrounding green hills and waters gradually turned into a hazy gray, as if the vibrant world suddenly lost its color, leaving only gray and white.

Many people in Shuangqiao Town were curious and began to discuss it.

“Why so much ash? Could someone be burning paper on the mountain? But it’s not the time for paper burning and worship.” Someone speculated.

“It must be air pollution. It takes so much paper for all this ash; there must be a chemical factory built nearby.” An elderly man asserted confidently.

“I wonder if this ash is harmful.” More people were worried.

However, their lives were not really affected. Everything went on as usual; they just found it hard to adapt to the sudden change for the moment.

Yet, this scene made Yang Jian and the others abruptly stop in their tracks.

They arrived at Shuangqiao Town but didn’t dare to enter because the grayish sky made them feel intense unease.

“The ghost painting is out of control… that Zhang Xiangguang truly deserves to die.”

Li Jun’s face was somber, his hollow eye sockets staring intently at the small town enveloped in that gray world.

“There are still residents in the town; it seems he doesn’t care about ordinary people,” Wei Jing’s numbly face showed a somewhat unpleasant expression.

“Can’t we bring those people out?” He Yiner frowned.

Yang Jian’s expression was cold: “We can’t bring them out. Ahead is the Ghost Domain of the ghost painting; entering there is like entering the World of Ghost Drawing. The only way to come out is to find the source of the ghost painting and walk out through the frame of the painting.”

“Like earlier when we went in and out of that oil painting?” He Yiner asked.

“Yes, although we can’t rule out other supernatural means to enter or exit the ghost painting, it’s hard to say if they would be effective,” Yang Jian said.

“Zhang Xiangguang did it on purpose. He wants to use the ghost painting to isolate Shuangqiao Town, so even if we track it down, we’re afraid to venture into it casually because, with the slightest misstep, we might be trapped to death in the World of Ghost Drawing. Last time, an operation targeting the ghost painting ended in total annihilation.”

Leuk San said with a heavy expression.

“But we can’t just stand here and do nothing,” Zhou Deng muttered.

“Here’s a question: how did Zhang Xiangguang know we would come directly to Shuangqiao Town?”

Lu Zhiwen said, “We got the news from Sun Rui, and as soon as we knew, we came straight here. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Xiangguang couldn’t possibly be prepared in advance.”

“The Zhang Xiangguang in the painting is probably lying,” Li Leping said, “I think he’s got issues.”

“Now’s not the time to dwell on that, the ghost painting is out of control…” Li Jun was saying, but before he finished his sentence.

Suddenly.

For some reason, everyone sharply looked up at the sky.

The gray white paper ashes gently floated down from above.

“The ghost domain of the ghost painting is expanding, and very quickly. This isn’t normal loss of control; it seems someone is controlling all of this?”

Yang Jian squinted, feeling his ghost eye being suppressed, wanting to close up.

“Could it be that the ghost painting was harnessed?” Li Jun asked.

Yang Jian said, “Absolutely impossible. This level of ghost can’t be harnessed by a living person. Even Zhang Xiangguang wouldn’t dare to harness the ghost painting; it’s courting death. Now, only two paths lie before us. Either enter Shuangqiao Town, find Zhang Xiangguang and deal with him, then collectively handle the ghost painting event.”

“Or, retreat now, directly seal off Shuangqiao Town, controlling the influence of the ghost painting within a certain range.”

“If the former fails, the ghost painting loses control, the captains die, the situation gets entirely out of hand. The latter is safer, but we’ll have to abandon Shuangqiao Town. We eight captains, let’s not ask Headquarters about it, we’ll vote on it.”

After speaking, he looked at everyone.

The crowd wore solemn expressions, naturally understanding how crucial the decision was.

The atmosphere suddenly grew a bit heavy.

But at this moment, a phone rang.

Yang Jian answered the call, though the signal was being supernaturally disturbed, with some static interference.

The call was from Sun Rui. He had connected a telephone line using gold, linking the Ghost Post Office with the outside world for communication.

“Captain Yang, something’s wrong in Dahan City; it seems to be raining gray white paper ashes. What’s the situation on your end? Have you found Zhang Xiangguang?”

Sun Rui stood at the doorway, watching the gray sky over Dahan City, worry noticeable on his face.

“I got it, give me some time to handle it. Also, be wary of the Zhang Xiangguang from the oil painting. Erase him if necessary; he may be problematic.” After Yang Jian hung up, he immediately hung up the phone.

Everyone else also heard the voice from the call.

“Could Dahan City be showing signs of a ghost painting invasion as well?” The group paused in silence.

“Not just Dahan City, nearby towns are experiencing the same situation.”

Lu Zhiwen looked into the distance, speaking, “Yang Jian is right; the ghost painting isn’t just out of control, it’s being manipulated. Someone is trying to spread the Ghost Domain of the ghost painting. After all, in theory, the Ghost Domain of the ghost painting can expand limitlessly until it covers all those who triggered the ghost painting’s killing rules.”

“If someone exploits this, the range of influence the ghost painting can reach will exceed imagination.”

“If that’s the case, then there’s no need to vote. If we don’t eliminate the opponent, deal with the ghost painting, this thing could spread to my Dayuan City.”

He Yiner, with a cold face, walked towards Shuangqiao Town without hesitation at this moment.

The reality left them no room to hesitate.

“Let’s go.”

Wei Jing turned around numbly, also heading forward.

Yang Jian said nothing at the moment, water seeping from under his feet, with a cracked long spear lifted by a floating corpse in the water.

He grabbed the long spear, walking resolutely towards Shuangqiao Town without looking back.

And the water stains behind him did not disappear, instead starting to continuously spread gurglingly.

Only that the speed of this spread was somewhat slow.

Li Jun, Leuk San, Li Leping, Zhou Deng, and Lu Zhiwen, all five of them, also said nothing and immediately followed.

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