Forbidden Zone of Deception

Chapter 72 Zhao Kaiming, you will die today!
Zhang Wei scratched his messy hair, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the bedside table, and gulped down a few mouthfuls: "What else could happen? It's just like that. I heard Miao Xiaoshan's family might move to another city. They have relatives there, that cousin's family, I think his name is... Shangguan Tiedan... oh no, it's Xuanyuan Tiedan..."

"His name is Shangguan Yun. Wasn't Xuanyuan Tiedan the nickname you gave him back then?"

"Nonsense, that's the name I gave myself. Besides, it's not just me, doesn't Zhao Lei also call himself Zhuge Da Sha?"

Back then, the survivors of the ghost knocking incident from Class 7 of Senior Three gathered together for a reunion.

One of the surviving classmates, Miao Xiaoshan, brought her cousin, Shangguan Yunlai. Zhang Wei was annoyed that an outsider like him had disturbed their survivors' gathering, and he even teased him a bit.

As a result, that very gathering led to a terrifying paranormal event.

“Speaking of him, what about Zhao Lei?” Yang Jian asked.

"That nerd sent me an article titled 'On the Quantum Mechanical Explanation of Paranormal Events,' and I just sent him a funny emoji."

“I asked Zhao Jianguo a long time ago, and ghosts cannot be explained from a physics perspective.”

"However, I read it later. The article also put forward a hypothesis that the normal three-dimensional plane in which we live can be called the material plane."

Hearing this, Yang Jian said, "Oh? And now?"

"The resurgence of the supernatural is considered to be a special kind of pollution invasion on the idealistic level, which pollutes the materialistic level, resulting in the non-existence of physics."

“I said,” Zhang Liqin asked, “is the author of this article surnamed Liu?”

“The one surnamed Liu’s research is more rigorous than this,” Zhang Wei continued. “He also said that the material layer is now being replaced by the pollution layer, and as the resurgence of the supernatural intensifies, this world will continue to fall into deeper layers of pollution.”

"Take a look at my article later. And... what about Wang Shanshan?"

"Hehe, I knew you cared about her the most." Zhang Wei knew Yang Jian would ask about her, after all, he and this female student had the strongest connection.

Putting aside her beauty, long legs, and large breasts, back when she was in high school, a ghost infant left a ghost slave mark on her neck, and Yang Jian even sent her home and used his ghost eye ability to help her fight the ghost infant... Well, it's said that this was a paid service, but maybe there will be a chance for him and the girl to continue developing their relationship in the future? At that time, Yang Jian will definitely go from being the protagonist of the suspense channel to the protagonist of the urban channel.

Zhang Wei pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "Wang Shanshan, huh?"

Yang Jian's eyes changed almost imperceptibly.

“She’s still the same,” Zhang Wei scratched his nose, “except her heart rate is getting slower and slower. During her physical exam last week, the doctor said it was only beating ten times a minute. A normal person would be dead by now, but she’s still lively and energetic.”

Jiang Yan quietly pricked up her ears, her competitive DNA instantly activated.

She stole a glance at Yang Jian's expression, only to find that he couldn't read any emotion on his face.

Zhang Liqin took a sip of tea without making a sound.

Jiang Yan leaned closer: "Yang Jian, you must be tired too? Let me massage your shoulders."

"No need." Yang Jian stepped aside, walked to the coffee table, and picked up the satellite phone. "I've already settled you all in, Zhang Wei..."

"Call me Xuanyuan Tiedan!"

“Xuanyuan Dashen, call me immediately if anything happens. I’m currently using Ghost Domain Overlay, which allows me to snipe enemies from a distance of one kilometer. That’s why I deliberately chose this hotel; it’s only 900 meters from No. 7 Middle School.”

The moment the door closed, Jiang Yan slammed the towel on the floor: "Damn it! What's with the act of playing the saint! How many baths am I supposed to take for free? They promised to talk to me about a project worth two or three hundred million!"

Zhang Wei stared dumbfounded at Jiang Yan's sudden change of expression: "A project worth two or three hundred million... wait a minute, why do I understand so instantly!"

"Shut up!" Jiang Yan glared at him, then stormed back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a deafening bang.

Zhang Liqin gently put down her teacup, a faint smile curving her lips.

Zhang Wei was filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment. This was definitely protagonist treatment! If it were him, these two girls would have been on maternity leave long ago! Leg Bro, you're not doing a good job!

"You need to change your dressing." Zhang Liqin took out a bandage from the first-aid kit and skillfully unwrapped the old bandage from Zhang Wei's abdomen. Dark blue lines spread from the wound like a spider web. She frowned: "The ghost infant's infestation is more severe than I thought."

Zhang Wei gasped, "Am I going to end up like Wang Shanshan?"

“No.” Zhang Liqin cut the bandage. “Yang Jian cleaned it very well.”

But he couldn't properly handle the problems within himself.

She didn't say those words aloud.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, mixed with the faint sound of Jiang Yan sobbing.

Why did you go to take a shower again?
Zhang Wei scratched his head awkwardly: "Should I go and try to persuade them?"

"Save your breath." Zhang Liqin put away her first-aid kit. "Men are not suited to intervene in these kinds of matters."

"Ugh?"

"You men... you're all such bastards!"

Zhang Wei was instantly dumbfounded: Wait, what happened to the urban channel? Why has the style turned into a female-oriented channel?
Meanwhile, at Dachang No. 7 Middle School.

The darkness of the night sky, like an indelible ink stain, enveloped the school.

Inside the Academic Affairs Office, Zhao Kaiming was about to go to lunch when he heard unexpected news from Jiang Jin.

"I brought Yang Jian back. He had been trapped in the ghost realm of the library," Jiang Jin said, his voice as calm as if he were reporting the weather.

Zhao Kaiming's figure visibly froze for a moment.

"Oh?" He slowly turned around, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Jiang Jin, I never expected you to have such a spirit of saving lives."

A morbid twist flickered in Zhao Kaiming's eyes. Just as Liu Yan had said, this guy was an absolute pervert.

Jiang Jin didn't reply. After all, this guy was currently the head of the Ghost Tamers in the school, so he still needed to report this matter to him.

"Such a significant operation, and you didn't even inform me? It seems I, the person in charge of Dachang City, can no longer command you?"

The air solidified instantly.

Jiang Jin sneered inwardly: If I inform you and you still let us go to rescue him smoothly, I'll take your surname.

"The incident happened so suddenly that we didn't have time to inform you."

Zhao Kaiming's lips twitched, then he suddenly sprang up and grabbed Jiang Jin by the collar: "You dare talk back to me?!"

Jiang Jin let him hold him, but his eyes grew colder and colder. "What are you looking at?" Zhao Kaiming keenly noticed his gaze and grinned maliciously, "You brat, you're disobeying my orders and acting on your own. Are you planning a rebellion?"

Then, he suddenly pulled out a golden pistol from his back waist, the dark muzzle pressed against Jiang Jin's forehead, "Do you believe I'll shoot you right now?"

Jiang Jin remained completely still.

Protected by the insect armor, he was not afraid at all, even with a gun pointed at his head.

Moreover, Liu Yan is hiding in the shadows, ready to make her move at any moment.

His gaze went past the gun barrel and into Zhao Kaiming's crazed eyes: "Shoot, Dachang City official."

His tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm.

Zhao Kaiming stared at Jiang Jin, who was standing opposite him, with a twisted smile on his lips.

He could see that Jiang Jin was emanating an intense and uncontrollable killing intent.

This is also a drawback of the Hunter LV1 Blood Tracker. The price of gaining a powerful hunting instinct is that once you harbor murderous intent, you cannot hide it. Anyone with slightly keen senses can sense it even if they have their back to you.

Therefore, LV1 excels at tracking and setting traps, but is still somewhat lacking in hunting.

"What?" He tilted his head, his voice deliberately flippant. "Don't tell me you want to kill me?"

Jiang Jin didn't speak, he just stared at him coldly.

But Zhao Kaiming felt it—the killing intent, almost solidified, was pressed against his throat like a blade.

This reminded him of Yang Jian.

His smile deepened.

"Jiang Jin." He slowly put away his gun and took a step forward. "If you have the guts, kill me now."

Jiang Jin's gaze grew even colder.

"You don't dare, do you?" Zhao Kaiming sneered, raising his hand to pat Jiang Jin's shoulders. The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but it was full of humiliation. "Chicken down?"

Jiang Jin remained motionless, but the Death Knell behind Zhao Kaiming had already opened its blood-red maw, and its terrifying blade could tear Zhao Kaiming apart in an instant.

Zhao Kaiming stared into his eyes, then suddenly grinned, his voice low and filled with malicious pleasure—

“I knew you were a coward. You’re surnamed Jiang…” He paused, deliberately drawing out the words, “Go back to your mother’s breast and nurse.”

The air solidified instantly.

Zhao Kaiming was deliberately provoking Jiang Jin.

After all, he couldn't just kill Yang Jian because Jiang Jin saved him, could he?
Jiang Jin made the first move, which gave him a reason to act.

Yang Jian was trapped in the library, which gave him a reason to...

But the next second, Jiang Jin suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it sent a chill down Zhao Kaiming's spine.

"Zhao Kaiming." Jiang Jin's voice was very soft, as if he were chatting casually. "Hello, I remember every word you just said."

Since you've made this request, how can I refuse?
Kill you in front of the surveillance cameras? I'm not stupid.

Some say that a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years, but Jiang Jin is definitely not a gentleman. If he wants revenge, it's immediately! Right now!

Zhao Kaiming, this day next year will be your death anniversary! Tonight, you must die!
Zhao Kaiming narrowed his eyes.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Yang Jian will come to see you after I've finished washing up."

Zhao Kaiming gritted his teeth, but to be honest, if the other party didn't make the first move, he had no reason to kill Jiang Jin.

After saying that, Jiang Jin turned and left, his footsteps fading into the darkness of the corridor.

Zhao Kaiming stood there, his smile gradually freezing.

He suddenly realized—

Jiang Jin wasn't afraid to kill him.

Instead, they are waiting for one...

A more suitable time.

interesting.

Zhao Kaiming licked his lips, the madness in his eyes growing even stronger.

Let's take a look...

Whoever kills whom first.

The dim light in the faculty dormitory illuminated Zhao Kaiming's tired face.

He sat at the table with a plate of cold fried rice in front of him and the golden pistol next to him—a weapon issued by the Ghost Tamer headquarters, specifically for dealing with paranormal events.

Zhao Kaiming had been busy until now, receiving reports from all the ghost tamers, before he finally started eating dinner.

His plate contained a plate of fried rice that had long since gone cold.

The rice grains were still distinct, but they had lost their freshly cooked sheen and had clumped together into pale yellow lumps. Scrambled egg crumbs were mixed in, their edges slightly dry. A few green peas and diced carrots were scattered about, their colors dull and their appearance not very fresh.

"What's the skill level of the cafeteria chef? Did they just use leftover rice to cook this?"

Beside the plate was a small dish of pickled radishes, sliced ​​very thinly, soaking in a murky soy sauce, with a thin layer of oil floating on the surface. He mechanically picked up a slice and put it in his mouth. The moment his teeth bit down, the sour and salty juice exploded in his mouth, making him wince in pain.

At that moment, he had no idea that the Grim Reaper's scythe was already at his neck!
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