Outside the city, the old man stared at the scarecrow not far away, feeling the extremely terrifying ghost realm just now, with a slight smile on his lips:

"Are you still taking action? It's really a generous move."

The old man murmured something and walked towards the scarecrow with a strange smile. The disappearance of the strange bride just now proved everything.

Lin Xiaozi really doesn't care about the lake when he takes action.

The old man looked back at Dajing City, which was shrouded in sunshine. In the old man's eyes, it was a city covered with hope.

"It's really wonderful. I don't know if Mr. Li will be satisfied with this answer sheet."

The old man smiled and shook his head, and took a step forward. An extremely terrifying and strange darkness suddenly hit the scarecrow that suddenly appeared in front of him. With a bang, supernatural beings intertwined, the tall scarecrow disappeared in an instant.

The dim ghost land with flying straws suddenly began to roll over, and in just the blink of an eye, it had already retreated a thousand meters away.

There is a person outside the capital who can prevent all ghosts from entering the capital.

But suddenly, the old man frowned slightly and turned his head to look to the west:

"Luo Wensong? No, no, it's a knocker."

"How did it get here? Someone triggered its killing pattern?"

Looking at the extremely familiar ghost land, the old man looked a little regretful. Not many of his old friends are still alive.

"Forget it, it's just one more ghost. Who can I stop?"

Mr. Qin walked slowly forward, his crutch tapping the ground rhythmically.

Winter, winter, winter...

The sound was dull and the rhythm was weird. At first glance, it seemed like someone was knocking on the door, which was weird and spooky.

If someone hears this sound at this time and has experienced a ghost knocking on the door, they will definitely be shocked, because the rhythm of this knocking sound is the same as the sound of a ghost knocking on the door, and can even be said to be exactly the same.

As the sound of the old man tapping the ground came out, the ghost realm that was originally rushing towards the city changed its direction and headed straight towards the old man's position. It was eerie, dark and terrifying.

The old man just watched quietly, his expression did not change at all, and he still walked slowly forward step by step, not feeling scared because of the terrifying ghost realm.

This is the confidence of a strong man, who is so confident that he has no fear.

In the city, on a tall building near the outside of the city, Wang Xiaoming was holding a telescope and quietly watching the situation outside the city. Li Jun and Lu Zhiwen were standing beside him.

When he saw the ghost realm of the knocking ghost that suddenly appeared in the distance, Wang Xiaoming frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled:

"Knocker, why did it come to Dajing City? Isn't it in country M? Why did it come back?"

Wang Xiaoming put down the telescope, with some doubts in his eyes. He looked up at the sky, thought for a while and then said:

"Lu Zhiwen, find out what happened that caused the knocker to leave Country M and come to Beijing."

Lu Zhiwen nodded and said nothing. He just took out a pen and a drawing board, and then quickly started writing and drawing on them.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoming said nothing and just waited quietly. However, Lu Zhiwen stopped in less than a minute.

Lu Zhiwen stared at a painting on the drawing board, thought for a while and said:

"Last night at around three o'clock in the morning, Interpol Zhang Lei, codenamed Cannibal, knocked on the door of Team Yang's room."

"According to the above display, when Zhang Lei knocked on Captain Yang's door, the sound and rhythm of the knock were just close to the pattern of a knocker and a murderer."

"If there is nothing wrong, it was Zhang Lei's knocking on the door that triggered the killing pattern of knocking on the door, thus attracting the knocker here."

When Wang Xiaoming heard this result, his eyes flickered slightly, nodded and said:

"I understand. If you save this new discovery in the knocking file, will the knocking sound attract the knocker?"

"The supernatural is really weird and unpredictable."

"Understood." Lu Zhiwen nodded and put away the drawing board and pen.

Wang Xiaoming said no more, looking at the ghost land on the national highway in the distance and remaining silent.

"Hell is empty, the five turbid worlds are evil, and evil ghosts are rampant. Is this a seamless world?" Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and raised the corners of his mouth.

"The human skin paper actually wants me to die. If it were me in the past, after seeing this kind of result, I might actually choose to commit suicide after doing all the research. Unfortunately, I can't do that now."

"There are many things I can study, such as Yang Jian and Lin Qian. I won't just die like this."

"Hope is really a terrible thing that can make people give up and succumb to despair."

Wang Xiaoming's eyes flashed, and he looked back at the training base, looking forward to it in his heart:

"Ghost, the complete Ghost, is really an exciting existence."

The cries in Dajing City still continue, but as time goes by, they have gradually weakened, and police sirens are ringing in the streets and alleys of the city.

A high-level voice sounded on the radio, constantly comforting the masses. The sun was shining on the earth, everything was getting better, and hope was engulfing Dajing City.

Inside the ghost painting.

The dark sky was intertwined with blue and red, and the land was completely barren. Except for the forest that swayed in the wind, which seemed to be full of life, the rest of the land was completely silent.

One after another figures suddenly appeared, the branches of the peach branches suddenly bent, and the tall plum trees swayed slightly.

"This is the world inside ghost paintings? It's really an exaggeration." Xie Qi looked at the endless desolation and sighed softly.

Standing on a branch, the chains wrapped around Xie Qi's body collided violently, but the strange thing was that even though the chains collided extremely violently, no sound was made at all.

Everyone looked at the peach and plum trees under their feet with different expressions. These trees were not simple. They could clearly feel the evil ghosts buried under the plum trees, and they could even see the evil ghosts hanging on the peach trees.

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Wei Jing stared at the deserted area in the distance. The ground was gray-white. If he looked carefully, he could see a thick layer of paper dust on it.

There were hundreds of ghosts lying in random directions on this wasteland, all of them motionless, and there were hundreds of ghosts moving slowly near these ghosts.

Looking further into the distance, countless ghosts were scattered among the stars. Some of their bodies were twisted and sunk into the soil, while others were trembling continuously.

The postures are different, the expressions are different, everything is weird.

Wang Chaling stood on the branch of a plum tree. There was a pair of looming hands under his feet, gently supporting Wang Chaling's feet so that he could stand firmly on this fragile branch.

Wang Chaling is an ordinary person, and he endures the most hardship here. Others only need to use a little supernatural power to stand firmly on the branch, but he cannot, and needs the help of his elders.

"Captain Lin, what's going on with those ghosts? I remember there aren't that many ghosts in Dajing City, and I think these ghosts all seem to have some problems. It seems like part of them is down." Wei Jing stared at the wasteland.

The evil ghost on the stairs asked.

Hearing Wei Jing take the lead in asking their doubts, they couldn't help but look at Lin Qian standing on the highest branch, waiting for his response.

The breeze blew by, lifting up the hem of Lin Qian's clothes. Lin Qian looked at the wasteland not far away, turned his head and rolled his eyes, and sat cross-legged on the tree crown, holding a crystal clear plum in his hand and gnawing there.

"Ye Zhen, tell me."

When Ye Zhen heard this, he looked up at the wasteland in the distance and said with a disapproving look:

"They are all defeated by Mr. Ye. A few days ago, these ants attacked me together, and you saw the result. Thousands of them beat me, and I cut down hundreds more. It's really rubbish."

As Ye Zhen explained the cause of the incident in a casual manner, all the captains' eyes twitched twice, even Yang Jian.

"Team Ye is really brave." Liu San sighed, the face of the paper man looked solemn.

Is Ye Zhen strong? This must be nonsense. One person and one sword can fight thousands of ghosts alone, and also cut down hundreds of ghosts. Can such a being be strong?

Everyone understood at once that even though Ye Zhen was ranked second in the rankings, if they were to fight, no one would be able to do so easily.

Fang Shiming looked at those evil ghosts, and he finally understood that among these people, he was the most rubbish, even if he became an alien, he would still be the same.

Lin Qian was not surprised by Ye Zhen's answer and did not pay too much attention to it. He stared at the group of ghosts not far away with thoughtful eyes.

"The ghost gate has also come in. The S-class supernatural incident that happened at the headquarters came out of the ghost gate."

Lin Qian looked at the open old wooden door. Next to the old wooden door, there was a man wearing an old blood-stained shroud. He was extremely tall and had bulging blood vessels on his blue skin.

It can be seen from here that this fierce ghost must have been an eight-foot strong man in his lifetime. In the hand of the tall fierce ghost, he was holding a large beheading knife. This knife looked exactly like the one used by executioners in the past.

This is a ghost-headed knife.

At this time, the tall fierce ghost was holding the rusty ghost-headed knife with a blood-stained blade, and chopped off the head of a fierce ghost with one blow.

It was very sharp, and Li Gui was decapitated with one blow without any resistance. The decapitated Li Gui fell to the ground with a plop.

And the moment the Li Gui's head rolled off and his body fell to the ground, seven or eight Li Gui swarmed up and knelt down beside the headless Li Gui.

Then a horrifying and strange scene appeared, and the seven or eight ghosts began to bite the body of the headless ghost. However, in less than a while, the headless ghost was nowhere to be seen.

Only the fallen head was still rolling slowly on the wasteland.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian felt horrified. This ghost was a bit scary. If we refer to folk tales, this should be a story about an executioner beheading his head and then the people grabbing human blood steamed buns.

It's just that here it becomes an existence where the evil ghosts behead their heads, and the evil ghosts share their food and are beheaded.

"Lin Qian, who is going to deal with this thing? This thing is not easy to mess with, and there are still ghosts appearing in the ghost gate. If you deal with it, people may die." Yang Jian also saw this scene and said with a solemn expression.

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After hearing this, Lin Qian thought for a while, looked at the city in the distance, and hesitated.

"How about letting Mr. Ye go? Such a powerful enemy cannot be spared no matter what. Mr. Ye wants to see if it is more powerful than its butcher knife or my true sword."

Ye Zhen sat up from the tree crown, put one hand on the hilt of the sword, and was eager to try.

Seeing that Ye Zhen wanted to go, Lin Qian rubbed his eyebrows, feeling helpless and said angrily:
To be continued...