Chapter 20: Painting Ghost, the pioneers can't even have a funeral

Night.

H City, West District.

Nine Streets is bustling, and the West District is a world for young people; bars are basically concentrated in the same place.

The traffic lights keep changing between three colors.

Pedestrians of all kinds wander on the road.

It's August, but there is a person in the crowd wearing a cotton-padded jacket.

Although he is dressed very thickly, his face is still pale, and if you get even a little bit close to him, you seem to be able to feel that chill.

Especially conspicuous, many people looked over, sighing that he was either sick or very sick.

He stood on the road, looked around, shrank his neck, and headed toward a corner.

This person has a strong sense of guilt, timid and fearful.

When passing by the corner, the street oil painting in the alley next to it moved.

In the street oil painting, there was a scene of a woman in hot clothes standing on the beach, and at this moment, the water next to the beach moved, and the seagulls above seemed to have come alive, actually flying around inside the wall.

Subsequently, this hot-bodied woman walked out of the mural.

She quietly followed behind the man in front, one fast and one slow, orderly.

The man in front suddenly paused his steps, as if feeling something, lowered his clothes, and slowly slowed his pace, as if deliberately letting the woman catch up.

The woman was not polite either, speeding up her pace and walking up.

Under the streetlight, she had no shadow, as if she were just a projection.

The moment she came in front of the man, she reached out her hand.

It was also at this instant that danger suddenly arose.

The cotton-padded jacket man suddenly unzipped his zipper, turned his head, and shouted: "The Painting Ghost is hooked, do it!"

The moment the zipper was pulled open, it revealed his stomach.

On his stomach was printed the shape of a snowflake, and then a large amount of cold air was released from it, almost instantly freezing the two meters in front of him.

This woman who walked out of the oil painting was instantly frozen and unable to move.

At the same time, a black circle suddenly appeared on the ground.

The black circle quickly closed in, wrapping the woman inside, and with a sudden pull, the woman's body was cut in half directly.

This black aura kept crushing and shrinking until it pressed the woman into an object the size of a fist.

Finally, it locked the woman inside an object made of pure gold.

After doing all this, the cotton-padded jacket man let out a long sigh of relief and slumped to the ground: "Damn it, all the way south, finally caught this Painting Ghost."

The Night Watcher holding the pure gold object also let out a long sigh of relief: "A narrow escape, I just didn't expect that the captain and the others..."

Speaking of this, his voice paused abruptly.

Subsequently, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, just happening to fall on the pure gold object.

The cotton-padded jacket man frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Where is Xiao Li?" His face changed drastically; the squad was divided into two groups, three people in a group; he, the cotton-padded jacket man in front of him, and Xiao Li were a group.

The captain and the others were a group.

Luring the Painting Ghost here and having the three of them solve it together was the strategy.

But he didn't expect things to go so smoothly that they forgot about the existence of Xiao Li.

Hearing his teammate say this, the cotton-padded jacket man also sat up in shock, his expression changed drastically, his head full of cold sweat.

Subsequently, the sound of a seabird came from afar.

The two looked at each other; this is inland, where did the seabird come from?

Immediately after, *boom—*

The two looked up abruptly; a person's body fell from the air, and at the same time, a seabird flew over from above.

"Oh no, this isn't the main body of the Painting Ghost; the main body is that seabird!"

The cotton-padded jacket man looked terrified; it was over. His teammate Liu Li hurriedly rushed over, escaping into the ground; with the movement of the black circle, it was as strange as a manhole cover.

The seabird laughed in the air, flew into the wall, and disappeared.

Liu Li revealed his true body, standing in front of the corpse, gritting his teeth, his eyes blood-red.

"Dead!"

The cotton-padded jacket man walked over tremblingly: "Was Xiao Li's ghost pulled out?"

Liu Li's hands were somewhat powerless; he squatted down and touched Xiao Li's body slightly.

Then he nodded heavily: "Pulled out; the Painting Ghost has absorbed the power of three ghosts so far."

*Slap—*

The cotton-padded jacket man slapped himself hard: "Blame me, as a Night Watcher, I didn't notice it the first time, causing Xiao Li to die, blame me..."

*Slap, slap, slap—*

In the dark alley, there was only the sound of the cotton-padded jacket man constantly slapping his own face.

Liu Li didn't stop him, just stood quietly to the side.

"Are you a lunatic? Slapping your own face here in the middle of the night, buddy, do you want me to help you slap it?"

Suddenly, a yellow-haired guy walked out sneakily from the side, staring at the cotton-padded jacket man lecherously.

There was a tongue stud hanging on his tongue, and he deliberately exposed the 'S' on his arm.

As a result, before he finished speaking.

Liu Li on the side rushed up and gave him a big slap, spinning him in the air three times, and he fainted on the spot.

Subsequently, he stared at the person on the ground for a few glances, squatted down, reached out his hand, and directly grabbed his tongue stud and pulled it out hard.

"Corrupting public morals, liking to play with these things!"

Not long after, three more people came.

The three stared at the corpse in silence for a long time, until one of them with a square face spoke.

As he spoke, he picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"The Painting Ghost has already absorbed the power of three ghosts. If she is allowed to absorb one more, her strength will break through Level 5, and it will be even more dangerous then."

Liu Li took out a lighter, protected the wind with one hand, and lit the cigarette for the captain with the other.

"However, one thing is certain for now: the Painting Ghost will not take the initiative to attack ordinary people; her target is only Ghost Tamers, and she kills all newly born ghosts."

A total of three, coming down from the north, they were biting very tightly.

But there were also omissions, leading to the death of a team member.

Xiao Li's ghost was awakened just last week, very special, so he was directly selected into their squad.

Just didn't expect that he would die on his first mission.

This is a Night Watcher; you will sacrifice at any time.

How can there be any peaceful years? It's just that someone is carrying the burden for you.

"You guys continue to search; I'll take Xiao Li's body up to the Southern Subdistrict; there seems to be a formidable ghost there, a Special Level one."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions tightened.

Special Level ghosts not only possess intelligence but also have ever-changing methods, making them very difficult to deal with.

In their squad, besides Xiao Li, basically all were Ghost Tamers with D+ strength or higher.

The captain's strength was even stronger.

But even so, they had been chasing the Painting Ghost for five days, and today was their first encounter, and she even counter-killed one of them.

In this world, if you want to deal with ghosts, you can only use the power of ghosts!

The captain glanced at the cotton-padded jacket man, cursed, and carried Xiao Li away: "Stop fucking slapping yourself, save the self-blame and repentance for later, there's serious work to do now!"

Those who die don't even have a funeral.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 21 =====