Chapter 1277 1244: The Retreating Enemy

Seventh floor of Ping’an Tower.

Ghost Flame burns, darkness envelops, the most terrifying supernatural encounters collide within this not-so-large floor.

But the group trying to seize the Ghost Painting clearly didn’t want to continue fighting; they used some special method to retreat.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian and others naturally knew their intentions and didn’t want to let them leave, attempting various means of interception.

However, the opposing side was clever, placing the Ghost Painting at the front and utilizing its supernatural properties to create interference, preventing the captains’ Ghost Domain from affecting them. Yang Jian was most affected, as his Ghost Eyes could hardly open.

Unable to peek at this sinister painting.

“Bang~!”

Li Leping successfully launched a stealth attack, and during their retreat, he executed the most terrifying assault, forcibly dragging someone back who was about to leave.

“Not good, Song Xin Hai has been left behind.”

Someone uttered a blurry voice within the remaining wisp of darkness.

“He’s already dead, it’s too late, the Ghost Painting has been acquired, don’t get tangled, continuing further will result in more deaths.”

Another indifferent voice responded, showing no intention of staying.

“Yang, daring to let a dog bite me, we’ll meet again next time.”

Chen Qiaoyang’s voice echoed, filled with hatred, but his ability to speak clearly meant he wasn’t pulled into a dream by the Evil Hound.

So, who did the Evil Hound attack?

“No need for next time, I’ll make you stay now.”

Leuk San seemed to anticipate this; he acted.

Beneath the peeling yellow paper, a dry, gaunt, and eerie arm revealed itself, this arm forcefully grabbing the remaining darkness, halting their departure.

“Opportunity.”

Yang Jian and Cao Yang immediately reacted and rushed forward.

Fearless, they plunged into the darkness, just needing to entangle and disrupt the retreat of the enemy; all the captains inside and outside Ping’an Tower could encircle these people.

“Being too confident is not a good thing.”

The next moment, a rusty, old machete flashed by in the darkness.

Danger!

A strong sense of crisis appeared on Yang Jian, Cao Yang, and Leuk San.

The three retreated simultaneously, and Leuk San’s dry hand also withdrew.

In a single assault, the opposition repelled three captains.

Afterward, the opportunity was missed, and everything unusual in front immediately calmed down.

No more darkness, no more silhouettes, and no more Ghost Painting.

The opposition left Ping’an Tower through some supernatural means.

Yang Jian’s body was torn with a massive wound, almost splitting into two, but a flash of red light immediately healed the injury around him.

No hesitation, directly rebooting for recovery.

Leuk San quietly glanced at his arm, a new cut appeared on the gaunt arm, and thick, blackened blood began to flow.

He was injured.

“The opposing side already escaped; we have no chance except for leaving behind one person.” Li Leping stated expressionlessly.

The person he dragged out was already a corpse, lying at his feet.

Cao Yang’s face looked bad, he dropped a broken substitute doll from his hand and said, “Without my Ghost Suppression, he couldn’t have moved so slowly, and you wouldn’t have intercepted him during retreat. Unfortunately, they still escaped, but at least everyone is okay.”

“Indeed, it’s good that everyone is okay.” Li Leping did not refute.

The person at his feet died not only because of his actions but also Cao Yang’s Ghost Suppression attacked him, and under such overwhelming supernatural circumstances, he died suddenly.

“Damn it.” Li Jun was very annoyed.

He was entangled by a cold dead corpse without a chance to intervene.

And now this fierce ghost was enveloped by Ghost Flame, losing its ability to act, but he also missed the opportunity to strike.

“The opposing side retreated decisively; if they were a bit later, I could have blocked their retreat, and using my supernatural weapon as bait didn’t hook any enemies—they had Chen Qiaoyang in their team. This guy fought me before and had my intelligence info, always guarding against me.”

Yang Jian’s face was grim, and at some unknown time, the surrounding ground was full of accumulated water.

Indeed, the water spread too slowly, not impacting the opposition’s retreat path; otherwise, they wouldn’t have left so easily.

The most significant impact was his Ghost Eyes being blocked by the Ghost Painting.

“If they had truly stayed to fight us, we would surely have won.”

Leuk San silently covered his injured arm with yellow paper.

At this moment, many paper figures were already positioned in the surrounding floors, encircling this level.

These paper figures arrived just as the opposition escaped.

“What’s the use of saying so much, the opposition has already fled, and taken the Ghost Painting. Think about how to investigate this matter.”

Yang Jian walked towards Li Leping, and as he passed the dropped spear on the ground, he didn’t pick it up; instead, he covered it with accumulating water, directly swallowing this supernatural weapon.

Soon.

He halted his steps, staring at the corpse lying on the ground.

“From their conversation just now, we learned this person’s name should be Song Xin Hai. Have any of you heard this name or have any related intelligence?”

While observing, Yang Jian’s Ghost Shadow spread towards the corpse, trying to acquire memory.

“No, there’s no person like this in the supernatural circle.”

“I haven’t heard of him either. Maybe Lu Zhiwen knows, let’s ask him later.”

The others shook their heads, indicating they hadn’t heard of this Song Xin Hai, nor did they recognize him.

“Another ghost handler hidden among the populace?” Yang Jian frowned.

His Ghost Shadow failed to invade the memory.

No, it couldn’t be considered a failure, rather the other party’s memory was a blank, as if everything had been forgotten.

Suddenly.

He looked at Li Leping.

Li Leping, familiar with the abilities of the Ghost Shadow, understood Yang Jian’s meaning and expressionlessly said, “I didn’t do it on purpose, but even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; the opponent came fiercely, so I had no reason to hold back. I was too harsh, and his memory got wiped.”

The full force of the Forgetful Ghost.

The other party’s memory was zeroed out, and their brain become a blank slate, dead clean without retrieving any information.

“Forget it.” Yang Jian did not blame him.

After all, Li Leping’s approach was right; if it were him, he wouldn’t have held back either.

“But this guy endured attacks from both me and Li Leping before dying, surely not simple. We must handle the body cautiously, or else if the ghost revives it will be troublesome again.”

Cao Yang said, “If you don’t mind, should I pack him in here?”

He then took out a human skin bag.

It was made of a human skin lantern, filled with countless terrifying ghosts inside.

“Doesn’t matter, you and Li Leping killed him, if he doesn’t mind, it’s fine.” Yang Jian said, not competing for others’ spoils.

Li Leping expressionlessly said, “A corpse, if you want it, take it.”

“Cao Yang, pack up this ghost too.”

Li Jun threw over a cold corpse burning with Ghost Flame.

Li Leping did not refuse, placing both bodies in the human skin bag.

The small bag seemed like a bottomless pit that could accommodate any supernatural entity.

“Without the ghost painting, Ping’an Tower has completely lost its function now.”

Yang Jian opened his ghost eye without the interference of the ghost painting, scanning several times.

Inside the collapsed Ping’an Tower, there was no remaining supernatural trace.

At this moment, Li Jun said, “But I can still connect to the ghost painting and enter the ghost painting world.”

“But the other party is not in the ghost painting world, we can’t just venture into the painting, that would be foolish, essentially signing our own death warrant.”

Yang Jian said, “By the way, Li Leping, did you notice any clues when the other party retreated just now? After all, you were the only one who really got close to them.”

Li Leping recalled and said, “The moment I attacked, through the darkness, I vaguely saw a small path.”

“A small path? What kind of path?” Yang Jian continued to ask.

“A winding, indistinct path, extending far into the distance. Those figures left along this winding path.” Li Leping said.

“A winding path?”

Yang Jian slightly lowered his head, pondering, seemingly familiar, but couldn’t think of any corresponding supernatural phenomenon at the moment.

“They took the ghost painting. Although not sure what they are going to do, I believe the ghost painting incident will likely erupt again.”

After packing up the two corpses, Cao Yang spoke up.

“It’s a headache to have such a troublesome matter emerge at this juncture. The ghost painting incident was already difficult to handle, and now there are also the ghost envoy incidents in the painting, and Zhang Xiangguang’s group. These three matters together aren’t as simple as one plus one.” Leuk San frowned.

“If not handled well, this supernatural incident could be the last straw to break the current situation.”

Yang Jian said, “We must think positively, now that Zhang Xiangguang’s group has handled the ghost painting, if we can track them down and eliminate this group, not only would the trouble be solved, but the ghost painting incident would also be resolved, achieving two goals with one action.”

“Let’s hope so.” Leuk San nodded.

“No need to stay here any longer, let’s return to headquarters.” Yang Jian said.

After investigating once more to ensure nothing was overlooked, they left Ping’an Tower.

Upon exiting.

They saw Wei Jing, He Yiner, Lu Zhiwen, Lin Bei, and Zhou Deng outside.

It seemed Wang Chaling hadn’t come.

“How’s the situation?” Wei Jing asked numbly.

“Killed one, the rest escaped, and they took the ghost painting.” Cao Yang shook his head, expressing some helplessness.

“Hiss!”

Zhou Deng gasped, “Five captains working together, yet we only captured one, and they managed to take the ghost painting with them. Are these guys really that terrifying?”

“They avoided further conflict, took the ghost painting and left; capturing one was already good. If it had come to a real fight, we could definitely take them down.” Leuk San stared at him and said.

“If I had been there, I could have stolen…no, taken back the ghost painting.” Zhou Deng sighed.

He Yiner said, “Now that they’ve escaped, who knows what trouble they’ll cause next time.”

“Find out their location as soon as possible, and handle them before Zhang Xiangguang has a chance to create trouble.” Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

Unfortunately, his ghost eye was too restricted by the ghost painting.

Otherwise, not a single one of them would have gotten away.

“Yang Jian, where are you going?”

Lin Bei noticed Yang Jian seemed to be leaving and immediately asked.

“To find a place to sleep.” Yang Jian replied without turning his head.

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