Chapter 1293 1260: The Plan to Recreate Everything

The appearance of the Evil Hound signifies that the random killing game of the vengeful ghost inside this old private schoolhouse is over.

The ghosts within the schoolhouse cannot resist the Evil Hound and are easily suppressed.

Accompanied by beastly growls and the sound of tearing and biting, the supernatural grip on the people inside this old schoolhouse grows increasingly weak.

“I seem to be able to move.”

Zhou Deng slightly turned his neck at this moment, raised his fingers, and although his body remained stiff and immobile, this state was rapidly dissipating.

“Naturally, with the Evil Hound entering here, it means the supernatural invasion has entered. This place is no longer under the control of just that ghost. Over time, the ghost’s control over here will diminish, and in the end, it may even change hands and gain a new master.”

Leuk San looked at the large-sized Evil Hound on the ground. Even knowing it wouldn’t attack him, he still felt a lingering fear.

Fortunately, this Evil Hound is in Yang Jian’s hands. If it were in Zhang Xiangguang’s hands, everyone here would already be dead. It would simply be impossible to survive until now.

“I didn’t expect Yang Xiao’s Ghost Dream. After so many years, meeting it again, I still lose. He truly is a genius, transforming Ghost Dream into an Evil Hound and then entrusting it to you. This not only prevents the vengeful ghost from reviving but also harnesses this supernatural power. The plan is almost perfect,” Zhang Xiangguang remarked with a hint of sentiment.

“Though this Evil Hound is formidable, your presence is even more extraordinary than I imagined. Saying I lost to these captains is wrong; it would be more accurate to say I lost to you.”

After speaking, he looked at Yang Jian.

“Stop wasting time with pointless words now. We’ve wasted too much time on you. After killing you, we still need to deal with the ghost painting. I reckon the real you is already on the way to mastering the ghost painting,” Yang Jian said.

Zhang Xiangguang laughed, “You’re right. My life and death don’t matter. The success on the other side is what counts. Once I, as the manager, master the ghost painting, everything will end.”

“An immortal manager combined with the supernatural power of the ghost painting, plus some other supernatural puzzles, not to mention if He Yiner summons those spirits from the Republic of China Period, we wouldn’t win. The same applies to you all.”

“I told you to stop talking nonsense; can’t you understand?”

Yang Jian picked up a stool nearby and hurled it at Zhang Xiangguang.

“Bang!”

Zhang Xiangguang, seated at the table, was knocked over to the ground, with blood immediately streaming down his scalp.

His body was rigid, but he still struggled to stand up.

The Evil Hound’s intrusion weakened the supernatural constraints within the schoolhouse. This change affected him similarly.

“Upset? Indeed, in the world of dreams, you regain your original emotions, even your temper has increased,” Zhang Xiangguang chuckled, unfazed by the injury.

“Yang Jian, let’s leave this place quickly, head outside, then find the real Zhang Xiangguang and kill him again,” Leuk San promptly suggested, reminding Yang Jian not to impulsively waste time by continuing to fight here.

Yang Jian suppressed his inner anger, stating, “To exit here, the Evil Hound’s intrusion needs to reach a certain level. You guys haven’t regained your mobility, implying there’s no way to exit yet. Once you can move, exit this schoolhouse, and you’ll naturally awaken and follow along.”

“Looks like we still need to waste a bit of time,” Lu Zhiwen remarked.

At this moment, he had already swayed his body and stood up from his seat, trying to walk, but his feet seemed rooted to the ground, unable to move.

The Evil Hound continues its assault on the vengeful ghost.

The vengeful ghost within the schoolhouse has been bitten until it’s nothing but mangled flesh, even its fingers bitten off, and the rusty blade had fallen aside.

Yet ghosts cannot be killed.

This results in the Evil Hound being in an absolute advantage, but still needing time to completely take over this schoolhouse.

Once the takeover is complete, the ghost within the schoolhouse is highly likely to vanish, ultimately becoming one of the Evil Hound’s puzzles.

As Yang Jian waited for the supernatural elements in the schoolhouse to dissipate.

In another part of the ghost painting, a perilous event was unfolding.

This was in an inconspicuous small village near Shuangqiao Town.

“I’m here.”

Nie Yingping’s somewhat nervous and uneasy voice rang out as he dashed over from a direction, at an unusually fast speed, almost defying logic.

In the open space before a residential house stood Zhang Xiangguang, the post office manager, alongside the two ghost-wielders Du Hong and Zhang Ying, their faces solemn, awaiting the arrival of something.

Nie Yingping rushed to the front: “Zhang Xiangguang, you must not fail. If we fail, not only will we all die, but afterward, we will also be punished by those captains from headquarters. Now it’s up to you.”

After quickly saying this, he left again, seemingly avoiding something.

Though Nie Yingping had left, a silhouette abruptly appeared from the direction he had come. It was a woman, dressed in a blood-red outfit that stood out starkly in the gray ghost painting world, her appearance perpetually blurred as if veiled in a thick fog; only her hands were distinct, pale and chilling.

“The fierce ghost from the world of Ghost Drawing has appeared.” Du Hong and Zhang Ying, witnessing this scene, immediately took a deep breath and quickly turned their heads away, not daring to look further.

The more you look, the easier it is for the image of the fierce ghost to surface in your mind.

Once you can’t help but think of it, the killing pattern of the fierce ghost will be triggered, and you’ll be targeted by this terrifying ghost.

Nie Yingping obviously used himself as bait, actively triggered the killing pattern of the fierce ghost, and lured the ghost from the Ghost Drawing over.

“Let’s begin immediately,” Zhang Xiangguang said.

The ghost has already appeared, but for now, there won’t be any danger because it’s after Nie Yingping; they haven’t triggered the killing pattern of the fierce ghost, so they won’t be targeted by the ghost for the time being.

Du Hong and Zhang Ying dared not be careless. They immediately lifted a corpse, also dressed in red and wearing a red veil, out of the red wooden box.

This was a dried corpse, shackled by chains, but still struggling as if it would break free at any moment.

“The most terrifying thing about the Dried Corpse Bride is not the corpse itself, but the red wedding dress on it.”

Zhang Xiangguang squinted his eyes and said, “This dried corpse is just an unfortunate woman who couldn’t maintain the supernatural balance, killed by this dress. However, this is normal, as this level of supernatural activity cannot be controlled easily by an ordinary ghost handler, making it extremely difficult to maintain balance.”

“Now, this dress needs a new owner.”

With that, he looked over at He Yuelian.

He Yuelian’s face suddenly changed, filled with fear as she looked at the red dress on the dried corpse, and she wanted to refuse.

But the situation was beyond her control now.

“Remove this dress,” Zhang Xiangguang said.

Du Hong and Zhang Ying nodded.

The chains confined the dried corpse, preventing the Dried Corpse Bride from killing, giving them space to act boldly.

This red wedding dress is different from the ghost shroud worn by the Ghost Child; this dress can be easily taken off, whereas the ghost shroud cannot be easily removed once worn. It requires supernatural means to be removed.

But when facing a fierce ghost, many people find it difficult just to survive, so who would dare approach a fierce ghost to peel off the red dress?

Soon enough.

With some effort, the red wedding dress was separated from the dried corpse.

Once the red dress was taken off, the dried corpse immediately calmed down, losing its supernatural support, and reverted to an ordinary corpse, devoid of any anomalies.

But the red wedding dress was particularly eerie, standing upright as if a living person, with no support from below.

Suddenly.

A sleeve of the red dress floated and instantly wrapped around Zhang Ying’s arm.

Zhang Ying was shocked immediately.

At this moment, Du Hong was quick-eyed and deft, hastily binding the red dress with chains and forcefully pulling it aside, freeing Zhang Ying from its constraint.

“Don’t be careless; once entangled, you will become the next Dried Corpse Bride.”

Zhang Ying, narrowly escaping, nodded gravely.

Zhang Xiangguang walked over, grabbed He Yuelian by the neck, and pressed her head to make her look at the fierce ghost within the Ghost Drawing before her.

He Yuelian’s face showed a pained expression, almost suffocating, struggling desperately, but to no avail.

She became dazed, only seeing a red figure standing a short distance ahead.

That was… a ghost.

In her mind, she couldn’t help but visualize the image of the woman in the painting.

The ghost’s killing pattern was triggered.

The fierce ghost in the distance began to move, with crisp footsteps echoing, and the red figure started approaching.

“Step one is complete, proceed to step two.” Zhang Xiangguang released He Yuelian’s neck.

Du Hong nodded, immediately removing the chains binding the red wedding dress.

Instantly, the terrifying Ghost Bride’s Dress revived like a fierce ghost.

But everyone was prepared, and they immediately distanced themselves from this dress.

Zhang Xiangguang gave a vigorous shove, and He Yuelian stumbled backward, crashing into the red wedding dress.

The red wedding dress, lacking a living host, instantly adhered to He Yuelian the moment she made contact.

“Ah!”

He Yuelian screamed in terror.

Yet her body was not under her command, being manipulated wantonly by that eerie dress. In just a moment, the red dress somehow ended up worn by her, fitting perfectly as if tailor-made.

Cold!

After wearing the dress, He Yuelian felt her body instantly stiffening. A terrifying chill permeated her entirely, threatening to freeze her, and her vitality was fading at an unimaginable speed.

Her skin turned from rosy to pale, then to ashen, resembling the gray sky above.

Shortly after, He Yuelian’s consciousness began to blur as if she were about to die.

The supernatural force of the Ghost Bride’s Dress was dreadfully powerful, uncontrollable; any ordinary person wearing it would end up dead.

Yet at that moment.

A red cover was brought over by Zhang Ying and directly placed over He Yuelian’s head.

Instantly.

He Yuelian’s hazy consciousness was pulled back by a supernatural power, and an additional fragmentary memory appeared in her mind. These memories didn’t belong to her, yet the person in those memories looked exactly like her, as if carved from the same mold.

But she soon fell into agony once more.

Her consciousness seemed to be tearing apart, and the red head cover also seemed to be a frightening supernatural artifact, eroding He Yuelian’s awareness.

However, this erosion temporarily protected He Yuelian from being killed by the Ghost Bride’s Dress she wore.

Still, the supernatural forces on He Yuelian were in a state of imbalance.

In this situation, new supernatural forces must immediately be introduced to balance everything.

At that moment.

The ghost from within the ghost drawing had already approached.

The eerie sound of footsteps echoed, inducing unease.

Zhang Xiangguang, Du Hong, and Zhang Ying quickly retreated, not daring to approach in the slightest.

But before leaving, Zhang Xiangguang completed what he needed to do, putting a pair of red embroidered shoes on He Yuelian’s feet.

These shoes weren’t real.

They were painted with dye, possessing supernatural power, but unable to maintain for long.

He wasn’t sure if these shoes were a crucial piece, so he dared not gamble and could only strive to replicate every supernatural detail of the woman from the ghost drawing as perfectly as possible.

“The third step has begun.”

After retreating a short distance, the few of them kept a close watch on the scene before them.

Now there was no worry of triggering the ghost drawing’s killing pattern because the ghost drawing targeted He Yuelian. As long as she did not die, it wouldn’t attack others for now.

Once the ghost approached.

Under the head cover, He Yuelian continued to cry out in pain, yet she didn’t die. Even when those terrifying footsteps drew near, she was still alive because the wedding dress she wore resisted other supernatural forces, simultaneously protecting and killing her.

At that moment.

The agonized, struggling He Yuelian suddenly raised her hand without warning. This wasn’t her own doing, but the red dress directing everything.

Such a raising of the hand meant the frightening dress was about to summon ghosts, much like the scene Yang Jian once witnessed on the supernatural bus.

However, now the ghost was right before her; she didn’t need to start summoning.

So, at the moment she raised her hand.

The ghost from the drawing extended a pale, frigid hand and grasped He Yuelian.

The ghost and the uncontrolled He Yuelian held hands.

Upon contact, an unforeseen confrontation between supernatural forces ensued.

The ghost and uncontrolled He Yuelian instantly fell into a state of tranquility.

The ghost from the drawing could no longer move, and He Yuelian ceased her painful cries, standing motionless.

Even the gray paper ash falling from the sky halted at that moment.

Witnessing this scene, Du Hong, Zhang Ying, and the returning Nie Yingping grew tense.

“Will it succeed?”

Zhang Xiangguang murmured, his heart also rising in suspense.

After planning for so long, the key wasn’t whether Yang Jian and his team could be eliminated, nor whether there would be slip-ups; the essential issue was whether he could replicate everything from the Ghost Bride and the ghost drawing’s past lives.

“You won’t succeed.”

However, a familiar voice broke the silence around, responding to Zhang Xiangguang.

“Hmm?”

Zhang Xiangguang’s thoughts were interrupted.

At that moment.

Sun Rui, leaning on a cane, limped over, looking sickly but with determined eyes.

“It’s you, you useless trash…”

Nie Yingping instinctively wanted to curse but stopped mid-sentence.

Beside Sun Rui was a large group of people, appearing outdated, lifeless, as if living in the past as undead souls.

“Zhang Xiangguang, surely you haven’t forgotten, Yang Jian once delivered a ghost drawing, giving us a chance to emerge. Now you must pay for your mistake.” Yang Xiao addressed the people before him slowly.

“Useless rubbish leading a troupe of undead, still useless, can’t make a big impact,” Nie Yingping remarked coldly.

Zhang Xiangguang replied, “Why are you so set against me? My plan’s success would benefit you all. You wouldn’t need to be trapped in the oil painting anymore, living life in the world of ghost drawing, possessing supernatural powers without dying, able to fully enjoy life, which is far better than barely surviving as you are now.”

“We remain alive because we have lingering thoughts, remembered by some, not forgotten by others. Yet your actions plunge everyone into despair. Do you think we’d allow our loved ones, friends, and children to fall into such despair?” Yang Xiao replied with chilling tone.

“Precisely, I don’t want my descendants to live forever in the world of the ghost drawing.”

“Nothing more needs to be said, we’ll send him on his way today.”

“If he were only creating a ghost drawing in a small town, I might agree; but dragging everyone into the ghost drawing, I dare not consent. This lunatic must die quickly, lest he harm our nation.”

The other souls also spoke vehemently, opposing Zhang Xiangguang’s plan and wishing to kill him instantly.

“Four against thirty-six… No, including the fourth manager, it’s four against thirty-seven. Our odds don’t seem great,” Zhang Xiangguang stated. “But… not insignificant, since you are all undead.”

“Is that so? And what amount of supernatural power do you possess now?” Yang Xiao questioned.

Zhang Xiangguang replied, “It’s irrelevant. What’s important is that I’m still the manager of the Ghost Post Office. If you can’t manage the Ghost Post Office, you can’t deal with me.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Sun Rui said, limping forward a step.

“Manager against manager. I may not win, but I won’t lose either, just need to hold on.”

Zhang Xiangguang’s eyes moved slightly, surprised that the fourth manager became a nuisance at this juncture. Had he known, he would have kept Chen Qiaoyang.

But Chen Qiaoyang is untrustworthy, unreliable. Nie Yingping is more reassuring.

He glanced aside, at He Yuelian.

Still frozen, unmoving, unsure when the clash of supernatural forces would resolve.

“Attack,” Sun Rui didn’t give them a chance, speaking lowly.

Thirty-six souls moved as one, their numbers imposing pressure, not to mention the discomfort caused by some individual undead powers.

This was far from being an easy battle.

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