Chapter 147: Chapter 147 The Ghost of Wang Xiaoqiang
âBang~!â
âBang~!â
Two gunshots rang out, separated by several seconds, indicating the firing pace wasnât fast.
But these two shots were extremely efficient.
In an instant, two skilled professionals lay fallen.
âWith this level of skill, none of you will leave alive today,â Yang Jian looked at the two corpses on the ground, then pointed his gun at a third; âso if you have any tricks up your sleeve, use them quickly. Donât hold back, otherwise this will be the fate of the rest of you.â
At that moment, panic was evident on everyoneâs faces.
From what they had seen thus far, the abilities Yang Jian displayed were bizarre indeed.
Special weapons could not harm him, and his gunfire seemed unavoidable; even hiding under a table didnât prevent a bullet to the head.
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âItâs an illusion, everything youâre seeing is an illusion. Donât get played, the person sitting before you is a fake, the real him is hidden elsewhere,â suddenly, at that moment, Wang Xiaoqiang spoke up sharply, alerting everyone.
It didnât matter to him whether they could capture Yang Jian or not.
If they could manage it, great; if not, theyâd at least fulfill their role as cannon fodder, helping him figure out Yang Jianâs true capabilities.
This was crucial.
Illusion?
With this information, Lei Hu swiftly pulled a smoke grenade from his waist, pulled the pin, and threw it to the ground.
The next moment.
Faint golden smoke filled the area.
âWhat is this stuff? Would someone kindly explain it to me?â Yang Jian, seated beside the table, seemed a bit unstable.
Like a distorted signal, there was a sense of him about to vanish.
âItâs just a special smoke grenade, containing components of gold, specially used to reveal those unseeable ghosts. Itâs particularly useful in tight spaces like this. No wonder all those bullets didnât faze you; we were deceived by an illusion. You really are a tough one,â Lei Hu said coldly, scanning the surroundings.
He wasnât worried about leaking information; if it could help pinpoint Yang Jianâs position, that would be ideal.
âSo thatâs it, a rare piece of equipment. Thereâs no sale for it online; I wonder how much it costs. It must be expensive,â Yang Jianâs voice came from another place, not in front of the table.
âOver there~!â Lei Hu yelled.
The other two immediately shot two arrows from their hand crossbows.
âThud! Thud!â
The sound of arrows embedding in the door could be heard, and a figure was pinned there, motionless, as if nailed down.
âWhoosh, whoosh~!â
Just to be safe, the two men shot out several more arrows until they were sure the figure was dead before cautiously approaching.
âBe careful.â
The two approached warily, weapons in hand.
But when they got close, they were shocked to find that the person pinned to the door wasnât Yang Jian at all but one of the club owners.
The club ownerâs head was pierced with two arrows, dead with one strike. His body also bore several wounds from arrows.
He had died a brutal death.
âBut did you really think a smoke grenade would reveal me? You ordinary people are so greedy for money that youâve all lost your minds. When did you start thinking you could kill a ghost controller?â Yang Jianâs figure appeared behind them, a gun now in each hand, which he had picked up from the ground.
The cold metal of the guns pressed against the backs of the two menâs heads.
The chilling touch made them tense up, sweating profusely.
âYang, Yang Jian⊠weâre just paid to do a job; please let us go. We give up this time, and we swear never to go against you again,â they raised their hands, begging for mercy.
âSure,â Yang Jian said.
The two couldnât help but feel relieved.
Bang~!
The gunshot rang out, and two bodies were sent flying.
âIâm not in the mood in this life, Iâll forgive you in the next one,â Yang Jian said with a cold face.
Once in the Ghost Domain, none of the people here would be leaving.
His current control of the Ghost Domain could easily cover the entire conference hall. From the moment he entered the door, these people were already within his Ghost Domain.
Laughable, nobody has realized it even now.
It must be said that this ability is indeed unsolvable.
âThen, the next one.â Yang Jian sought another target.
Seeing this scene.
Wang Xiaoqiang could no longer sit still.
If this continued, everyone would be killed by Yang Jian. His power was too overwhelming for ordinary people; in their eyes, just with this illusion, he could manipulate everyone.
Let alone fighting against him, even surviving from Yang Jianâs hands was a tremendous challenge.
âIndeed, to deal with a ghost controller, another ghost controller must step up,â Wang Xiaoqiang said coldly as he walked into the smoke, heading straight for the source of the gunshots.
As he walked, he took off his expensive suit and also his shirt.
Wang Xiaoqiang, with his upper body bare,
what kind of body did he have? Greenish-black chunks of flesh, old skin covered with death spots, and pale, bloodless muscles.
Parts that did not seem to belong to a human body were forcibly sewn together with gold thread.
And although the stitched-up wounds were tightly closed, they never healed, as if pieces of different organisms had been cobbled together, making healing impossible.
An ordinary person would have long since died looking like this.
But Wang Xiaoqiang was not dead, on the contrary, he was still very much alive and showed no signs of a fierce ghost reviving.
To be exact, he was not a true ghost controllerâhe hadnât subjugated any fierce ghost.
He was a product of the laboratory, a man-made being, and all of this was thanks to his biological older brother, Wang Xiaoming.
Also known as the internationally renowned Professor Bruce Pi.
As Wang Xiaoqiang approached Yang Jian.
Within the Ghost Domain, Yang Jian had an eerie feeling that his Ghost Domain was shrinking, as if it was being forcefully suppressed by something, and its range could not expand.
âHm?â
Yang Jian looked towards Wang Xiaoqiang.
âI donât care what ability you have, but since Iâve already made my move, I might not necessarily be able to kill you, but imprisoning you is not a problem,â Wang Xiaoming said with a cold face.
âDrip~!â
As he walked, a gruesome piece of flesh fell from his body to the ground.
He continued walking.
Another piece of flesh fell from Wang Xiaomingâs body.
The gold threads coming apart, a large chunk was already missing from his body, looking eerie and terrifying.
And as the flesh from his body fell to the ground.
Within the yet-to-disperse golden smoke, a vague humanoid silhouette suddenly appeared.
The person picked up the flesh from the ground and then slowly followed behind Wang Xiaoqiang.
Obviously.
The one following him could absolutely not be a human.
But a ghost.
A real ghost.
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