Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 152 Mr. Liao's Fangs
This is very interesting. Mr. Liao from Mucheng is at an out-of-control level, but he can still be put under pressure, which means there are more powerful people above him.

To put it simply, Chen Ning'an believed that Mr. Liao had a solution after all, he had been "arranging" for so long.

On the surface, these beings seem to be maintaining law and order in the city, but in reality, Chen Ning'an only sees a group of hungry predators staring at the cake in front of them.

And he is also one of the predators...

"Besides Mr. Liao?"

Chen Ning'an continued to ask, and Qin Wen said there was no more news.

Everything has to be handled by the first ten rooms, and usually Room No. 2 is the connection room to coordinate their entire department.

"Room No. 3 has also started to move, but it's very mysterious. I don't know what's going on inside."

Although Qin Wen's level is not low, it is still not enough at this level.

"I see."

Chen Ning'an nodded and looked away from Ye An.

He planned to go see Mr. Liao, who had left Zhongcheng early when the fog came, but he didn't know whether the effect of the fog was still there.

Will he be like the taxi driver, who was normal when he arrived but started to change after entering Bell City?

This is about Chen Ning'an not having any certain code of conduct.

Zhongcheng is now full of weirdness. Beneath the calm appearance, there are bewitched creatures one after another.

He started walking slowly down the street, but soon found that the speed was too slow.

With a wind talisman stuck to the bottom of his feet, Chen Ning'an almost immediately soared into the sky.

Now the number of paper figures and their feedback can barely sustain his use of flying. If you look from the ground, you will find a person riding the strong wind and blowing sand and rocks across the sky.

It took him two hours to get from the wholesale market to the toll station on Zhongcheng Expressway. During this journey, he used the Qi-watching technique once but did not notice Mr. Liao's color.

If he had some reservations before, now he can truly look Mr. Liao in the eye and face this level.

This is the direction Mr. Liao came from last time. He will definitely go this way this time. Chen Ning'an looked into the distance. The highway intersection was quiet.

No one could escape, and everyone trapped themselves in the cage of Zhongcheng.

When the sun sank to the horizon, he heard dense rustling sounds coming from all directions.

A figure walked towards him from within the shadow.

At first it looked like a human figure, but when you got closer it was clearly a bunch of "bugs" condensed and blended together!
The beetles moved closely one by one. Chen Ning'an narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively:
"Mr. Liao?"

The pile of beetles trembled but could not make a sound. They suddenly dispersed, and after a while something was filled in. It was a woman.

"Chen Ning'an, we meet again."

Mr. Liao's voice came out of the woman's mouth, and he had already arrived.

"Your last skin?"

Chen Ningan stopped talking halfway and said meaningfully, "It seems like you haven't been living a peaceful life lately."

"I have no choice but to come."

The other party gave a very "human" bitter smile, but this deliberate action made Chen Ningan feel uncomfortable.

This is a fake person, right?

It was absurd and strange that I was talking to a bunch of beetles with supernatural powers.

"What are you going to do?"

He looked around in the shadows and heard more rustling sounds, and could see some reflections of the sky.

The chill was spreading, and Mr. Liao's expression seemed increasingly fake.

A beetle pierced the lip of the leather bag, squirmed strangely, and then lurked back, its mouth opening and closing.

"The source of the power of the thing that came this time is in humans. Once I eliminate the humans, everything will be fine."

His words were shocking, and what he expressed was completely different from the normal way of thinking.

Chen Ning'an's eyes instantly became alert.

“You’re out of control.”

"I was already out of control, how can I say I was out of control?"

The woman's face began to smile, becoming more and more exaggerated, until the corners of her mouth were stretched to crack.

Beetles fell out one by one, and the rustling sounds around suddenly increased. All the reflections revealed their true form: densely packed beetles.

"I have been lurking since the last time. How can I be left out of the Zhongcheng pie?"

Mr. Liao's words were revealed from the torn human skin remains on the ground, that He chose to attack Chen Ning'an.

"Sure enough, none of you are kind."

Chen Ning'an took a step and hung in the air.

The wind was surging and the beetles were blown away, but they still persevered and gathered together, trying to catch up with Chen Ning'an.

The latter flicked his fingers in the air and shook off a talisman that landed among the beetles, causing a huge fire to burn and thick smoke that instantly covered everything.

But more beetles began to spread, and Chen Ningan's eyelids twitched. These things were actually eating the asphalt road.

How could a beetle at the out-of-control level be simple? If this thing continues to eat without restriction, perhaps the whole world will be swallowed up.

No wonder it was dubbed "out of control".

Chen Ning'an did not want to fight any longer. Since it was useless, he would not continue to waste time here.

[Ghosts] [Gods] are in the morning, and Ye An in the human world is trying to find a way to put it into action. Mr. Liao has expressed his intention to share the big cake of Zhongcheng.

And he was supposed to bring the three lamp realms to smash the present world and fight for his own interests.

But he didn't. Instead, he hid himself and watched the fight between the two tigers.

No one noticed him, now is the best time.

[God] [Ghost] does not have human wisdom, which is enough for him to hide the paper people.

…………

"Oh no, Mr. Chen, Mr. Liao is out of control!"

Ye An's Qin Wen sent an urgent message to Chen Ning'an:
"I just received information from Room 2 that Mr. Liao's plan to seek help from Mucheng has failed. Mucheng has run into problems. They deliberately concealed Mr. Liao's situation in order to put pressure on the higher-ups and divert the blame!"

He looked horrified: "This is the end of Zhongcheng."

"I already know this."

Chen Ning'an spoke in a flat tone. All the paper figures received his message and began to exert their strength regardless of the cost.

He wrote out paper figures and talismans, which circulated in the streets and alleys.

"No, you don't know the seriousness of this matter. We have predicted through some means that there will be almost no survivors left in the entire Bell City!"

This is really terrifying. Just think about it, how terrifying would a dead city be?
"There won't be anyone left alive."

Chen Ning'an hung up the phone and shifted his attention because the human realm had already started to take action.

Gao Xun followed Wang Kuan, and they climbed up Fengtian Building, one of the tallest buildings in Zhongcheng.

The humans wore huge cloaks and hid themselves behind their hoods, covering all four sides of the rooftop, so their faces could not be seen clearly.

Wang Kuan picked up the microphone, and gently moved his lips close to it, revealing his fine teeth. He opened his eyes in the shadows and spoke slowly.

"All weirdness and horror will be justified and covered up by the ordinary." This was the first sentence. A bloody smell came from the microphone, and blood began to flow out of it.

Gao Xun's eyes were completely focused on the microphone. This first sentence was about to revive this out-of-control object.

But this was not the end, Wang Kuan was still talking.

"【spirits】……

Just as he said two words, a sharp and piercing beeping sound came from the microphone. This out-of-control object could not be used against the two beings. The blood inside suddenly gushed out, soaking Wang Kuan's entire body.

His face changed, and he quickly took out a knife and cut from the top of his head to his lower body, then without hesitation, he manually peeled off the surface covering, letting the blood and epidermis go together.

The exposed part continued to ooze out tissue fluid and red liquid, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Beneath the epidermis, there was a continuously growing tissue. Wang Kuan took out a white candle from his body, melted it, and dripped it onto the microphone.

But it had no effect. The blood on the microphone washed away the white wax, and more and more weirdness began to spread.

After melting more than ten wax sticks without any effect, Wang Kuan waved his arms and said, "Everyone evacuate. This out-of-control object cannot be detained for the time being."

He only said one of the two sentences, and only one of them took effect.

It can only be said that the symptoms are treated, but the root cause is not resolved.

Gao Xun and Chen Ning'an were communicating. They left immediately and when they arrived at the bottom of the building, they found that everyone stood up shaking.

They stopped bowing and moved on the streets as usual, returning to their homes.

Chen Ning'an immediately contacted Lu Shang and Huang Yue who were in the [Ghost] force.

One of them was the leader and the other was a pilgrim, both of whom had been completely bewitched and lost consciousness.

But now consciousness has actually returned, and communication can be achieved without his interference.

"Tell me about the situation."

His words rang out from Huang Yue's mouth, and Lu Shang immediately bowed and said humbly: "Master, you are finally here."

"The [ghost] has arrived and revived in the bodies of the Five Lords. From now on, there is fear in this world."

He explained the situation: "We are all prisoners of the ghost now, but we also have the price of using the ghost."

After the words fell, Chen Ning'an did not answer, but turned his gaze towards [God].

Xie Chi also returned, with his own consciousness.

The words "gods" and "ghosts" on the streets were seemingly eliminated, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.

But this is an illusion, the problem has not been solved at all.

One of his paper figures found Xie Chi in disguise. At that time, this person was writing the name of God, burning incense and praying at home.

"Thank you, Chi."

Chen Ningan's voice filled the air, and the latter suddenly turned around: "Mr. Chen? Where have you been recently? I can't contact you."

He said excitedly: "But it's not too late now. God has really appeared. Let's kowtow quickly. As long as we are sincere, we can move the gods and receive the gifts from them!"

When he talked about God, his face was full of fanaticism and piety. In fact, he had become a tool of God, but he could not realize it.

"Really? Actually, there is a reason why I came to see you now."

He smiled and slowly took off his hat, revealing the pale face of the paper man underneath.

No, it was just a piece of paper, and behind the paper was a bamboo pole. He took off the paper, stared at the bamboo pole and walked closer to Xie Chi.

“You…what are you!”

Xie Chi was shocked and his eyes widened in horror. This was definitely not the Mr. Chen he knew.

"Sorry, I need your help now - against all odds."

He took off Xie Chi's head, placed it on the bamboo pole and gently turned it to fit.

Xie Chi's panic quickly turned into stability as he understood what was happening.

Everything became reasonable, except that he now had a new master named Chen Ning'an.

"Go ahead. I will send you the yellow talisman to find more disciples of God."

…………

This is a disaster, a disaster that belongs to Zhongcheng, an isolated and helpless one.

But... this is also a feast, a feast for the four forces.

Early the next morning, Gao Xun told him that all the human forces had begun to evacuate from Zhongcheng, and they were going to abandon this area and move to Mucheng.

The next day at noon, the streets were bustling with people buying groceries and going to work.

It’s just that many people’s heads suddenly fell off while they were walking, but no one cared, as if they couldn’t even see it.

The next night, Chen Ning'an saw that Ye'an's place was completely closed and sealed.

On the third day, he found that there were some beetles infesting where he lived. These things had already arrived, or had arrived a long time ago.

In Mucheng, many people were holding a meeting in a makeshift conference room.

Their identities are different, but if you look closely, you can find that many big names who appear on TV in Zhongcheng are here.

"This is the fourth time that Zhongcheng has fallen in the past 20 years."

A leader spoke up, one who belonged neither to Mucheng nor to Zhongcheng.

His surname is Qin.

"Our royal family's trip has been forced to be postponed. This has a huge impact. The parliament is now discussing whether to stop supplying resources and abandon the city."

His words made the faces of the people present change. Zhongcheng had lost its value.

"The Short-lived Man Project consumes a lot of resources. The annual expenditure is huge, as you know."

The words of this big shot were cold and ruthless, but a person in charge of Zhongcheng could not sit still. He raised his hand and voted:

"The resources used in Bell City have already been a lot. It's really not worth it to stop like this."

"Besides, many important Light Realms are inside Zhongcheng. We are also the main implementation site of the Short-lived Man Plan. If our Zhongcheng is abandoned, New Qin will also suffer a considerable loss."

"It's because we have paid too much. The higher-ups think that many unpredictable factors have happened in Zhongcheng recently. What's more... you know what the appearance of those two words means."

These words immediately made the person in charge of Zhongcheng look dejected. That's right, the meaning represented by those two words was too heavy, so heavy that the entire Xin Qin could not suppress it.

"Can't you try again?"

He said tentatively: "If there is no supply, the population of Zhongcheng will drop sharply to less than 500,000 in a dozen days."

"Cough cough!"

The big shot immediately coughed dryly: "There are still people here whose rank is not high enough. You don't want your entire clan to be exterminated, right?"

After he finished speaking, the person in charge of Zhongcheng fell silent and dared not say anything more.

"After the meeting, I will ask for instructions from above."

The big shot got up and went out, but he was the first to lock the door.

In the conference room, the faces of some high-ranking and powerful people changed, and then the door opened and the person who walked in again was Ye Anren.

"I'm sorry everyone, there are some of you whose levels are insufficient, so we need to perform a little surgery on you."

Just... because of one sentence?

(End of this chapter)