322: Chapter 322 It's on Fire

"Holy crap, what is this stuff?"

"Why is there black energy on Old Four?"

"Is he possessed by a ghost?"

"Look at those oil paintings!"

"It's real, it's all real. That black energy is coming from the oil paintings."

"Doudou isn't acting normal either."

"Holy crap? What's going on with Mr. Han and his companions? Why are they glowing in all these colors?"

"Duh, they're enlightened masters; they're definitely different from us mere mortals."

"I feel relieved now."

"It's a good thing my family didn't get this ghostly stuff."

"I felt that damn painter was off at the time, but I didn't expect there to actually be a problem."

"Me too. My old lady saw everyone else getting portraits done without paying, so she kept nagging me to go get a family portrait, saying how good they were. I had to forcefully talk her out of it, and she's been nagging me about that for years."

"These people won't get hurt, right?"

"With Mr. Han here, it should be fine."

"Right, with Mr. Han here."

"Mr. Han, please save my brother. He's a very honest person, definitely not a bad guy."

"Yes, yes, and my second aunt too, she's such a good person."

"Mr. Han, save us!"

"Mr. Han, help!"

"Mr. Han!"

"Mr. Han!"

The villagers who were lucky enough to avoid being affected started calling out to Han Jingyang; now, Han Jingyang had become their only hope.

From "Kneel" to "Revenge" and then to "Mr. Han."

Three slogans, three attitudes.

All coming from the mouths of the same group of people.

How interesting.

Looking at those who were affected, they all stared at Han Jingyang with wild eyes, looking like they were ready to rush forward at any moment, yet they hesitated on the spot, seemingly unable to make up their minds.

What does this mean?

Are they scared?

Or... are they overstretched?

Han Jingyang considered the latter possibility.

Controlling these villagers is not such a simple matter. Not only do you have to maintain the connection, but you also have to keep them under control at all times. Even using primordial spirit and consciousness to control them isn't that simple, because there are too many people to control this time—over two hundred of them.

Even an expert specializing in primordial spirit or mental control would find it very difficult to control over two hundred subjects simultaneously and perform precise operations.

And this also utilized so many props.

Without these oil paintings that had been refined for many years, even if the culprit came in person, it would be extremely difficult to control so many people at once.

However, being able to do this is already very impressive and is enough to prove the culprit's power.

Can't be careless.

Thinking this, Han Jingyang clapped his hands: "Everyone who is normal, step back and let them... come over."

The unaffected villagers retreated in unison, clearing out a large open space.

Those controlled villagers didn't hesitate this time and rushed toward Han Jingyang together, but the fluidity of their movements was incomparable to when Zhou Changzhu was controlled. They were really like puppets; it was as if their reflex arcs were tens of thousands of light-years long, pausing for a few seconds after completing each movement before continuing to the next.

Han Jingyang nodded slightly.

That's right.

The culprit is powerful, but not invincible; at least they can't perfectly control over two hundred people at the same time.

Any strong man could handle these stuttering villagers.

If Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya were to take action, it would be even easier.

They could solve it in no time.

Quancheng.

Sunshine Garden Villa Community.

Inside Lyu Zhiqiang's villa.

Lyu Zhiqiang, who had just suffered a backlash, wiped his nosebleed indiscriminately and sat down cross-legged again, struggling to control the two hundred-plus villagers.

It was evident that Lyu Zhiqiang was struggling; his pale skin was flushed red, the veins on his forehead were throbbing as if they might burst at any moment, the muscles on his face were twitching uncontrollably, and wisps of steam were rising from his sparse scalp—this was steaming sweat.

But a perverted look of excitement appeared on Lyu Zhiqiang's face: "Fight! Fight!"

"The harder they fight, the better."

"Hehehe, daring to ruin my plans, don't think you'll have it easy either!"

"As long as a few more people die, you, Han, will know how difficult these unruly villagers are to deal with!"

"Besides, the authorities won't just sit by and watch!"

"I've already had people record it. Hehehe, as soon as someone dies, it will be uploaded to the internet immediately, and then the angry netizens will scold you to death."

"You're still too young to fight me, hahahaha!"

"Fight!"

"Hurry up and fight!"

"Charge! Everyone charge, don't give him time to react!"

"Charge at Han Jingyang!"

Lyu Zhiqiang, with his eyes closed, chanted while controlling the villagers to attack Han Jingyang, not even realizing that his nosebleed was flowing even more heavily.

Lyu Zhiqiang's intentions could not be described as anything less than vicious.

He knew perfectly well that these villagers couldn't do anything to Han Jingyang, yet he still made them charge.

As long as Han Jingyang and those around him dared to fight back, if he could manipulate one or two, or even three or five, villagers to die in the ensuing chaos during Han Jingyang's counterattack, Han Jingyang and his companions would be in big trouble.

As the saying goes, as long as no one dies, everything is negotiable.

But if someone dies, it's a completely different matter.

Neither the villagers nor the authorities would let it go.

If managed properly, he could even pin a label on Han Jingyang that he could never shake off, making him a street rat that everyone wants to beat.

In Zhou Zhenhua's yard.

Deng Darong and the villagers looked at Han Jingyang anxiously. It was the first time they had seen such a hair-raising scene; these fellow villagers they saw every day had unexpectedly turned into such walking corpses, and they were exhibiting extreme aggression.

If it were at a time when Han Jingyang wasn't present and these people suddenly attacked those around them, the result would be...

Deng Darong shuddered but didn't dare to make a sound, fearing to disturb Han Jingyang; he could only look at Han Jingyang with even more anxious eyes.

Facing the villagers rushing up, Han Jingyang shook his head, then pinched a talisman and chanted, shouting softly: "Everlasting Sword Qi!"

At the same time he spoke, he swung his arm down sharply, pointing his sword finger at the oil paintings on the flatbed truck.

This time, everyone on the scene saw it clearly.

A hazy white sword qi flew out from nowhere, piercing through the exquisitely painted oil paintings like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Again and again.

The hazy white sword qi flew back and forth on the flatbed truck, each time bringing out a trail of black energy.

This scene was like a beautifully produced xianxia blockbuster.

Witnessing this scene, the emotions of everyone present instantly ignited.

"Holy crap!"

"Awesome!"

"This is sword qi, real sword qi!"

"I heard it, Everlasting Sword Qi!"

"Mr. Han is so amazing!"

"Those oil paintings have no power to resist!"

"One sword stroke and a few of them!"

"This scene is comparable to top-tier special effects movies!"

"I have the feeling of watching Tsui Hark's 'The Legend of Zu'."

"Awesome!"

"So exciting!"

"So amazing!"

"I knew Mr. Han would definitely be fine."

"What is Mr. Han's background anyway? How does he know so many spells?"

"I want to cultivate immortality."

"I knew this world wasn't that simple; sure enough, there are Sword Immortals!"

"Right, this is a method like a Sword Immortal's, taking a head from thousands of miles away invisibly!"

"It's fortunate that we have Mr. Han, otherwise... just thinking about it is scary."

"Exactly, who would have thought these beautiful oil paintings would be so evil."