Chapter 269: Chapter 188: The Eagle Faction in Panic, Special Agent Plan Initiated!

"Sister, do we know each other?"

Silence.

"Auntie..."

The wind rises and clouds gather!

"Sister!"

The smoke dissipates, and clouds are cleared~

Ning An feels a bit of a headache.

Although he doesn’t know which part went wrong, he can still prove one thing.

The woman in this painting is indeed not an inanimate object.

Basically, he’s used all the methods he could, but he simply can’t deal with her.

Even a vague sense of sympathetic affection prevents him from having the desire to strike ruthlessly, if he had such a thunderous method at all.

Damn it!

While frowning and thinking about how to handle this later, Ning An suddenly feels an itch and warmth spreading from his back, a tingling sensation extending throughout his body.

"Poisoned?"

Utilizing the Five Ghosts Transport Technique with all his might, this sensation finally disappears after a moment.

After one more glance at the untouchable painting, Ning An sighs and turns to leave directly.

...

"Look quickly, it’s Daoist Ning!"

"Daoist Ning is out!"

"Daoist Ning, are you alright?"

The team members waiting outside are excited and quickly approach him.

Seeing their concerned expressions, Ning An feels a wave of warmth in his heart. He shakes his head and asks, "Contact them now and see if those children have woken up."

Upon hearing this, a team member immediately goes to make contact, while Ning An pulls Lin Yanke and Zhang Yingming aside, lowering his voice, "The boss earlier wasn’t lying; there indeed is a Deceitful Painting." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"What on earth is this Deceitful Painting?" Zhang Xingmin asks, looking nervously at the door that suddenly disappeared.

"I haven’t figured out exactly what it is, to describe it, it’s somewhat like the ’Person in the Painting’ from Strange Tales."

After sharing his guess, Ning An provides additional information.

"The Deceitful Painting inside, a little Daoist can’t solve, even if ten little Daoists came, it would be the same. If we don’t want further incidents, we either need to find skilled practitioners, or relocate the entire town to minimize impact and monitor afterwards."

"Daoist, are there any other options?" Zhang Xingmin asks with a bitter expression.

Either option is not reliable or would require huge manpower and resources.

"There is indeed another one—directly use heavy weaponry to bomb the place, not leaving a trace. However, are you sure you want to do that?" Ning An shakes his head as he replies.

Ah, this...

Zhang Xingmin is stunned at first, and then, realizing what Ning An said, his bitterness deepens.

Bomb a residential area with heavy weapons?

This idea is something not even beasts would do!

Even if there is truly a mysterious phenomenon covering the town, the authorities above might not agree with such an idea.

The reason is simple: The impact is too great and goes against public sentiment!

From a rudimentary game theory perspective, a small town only has thirty to fifty thousand people, which is just a drop in the ocean for the vast Dragon Country, losing them doesn’t affect the larger population.

It’s deduced that situations like this will only increase, and the Dragon Country will face times when they can’t hide or save everyone.

But people always hold on to a faint hope; they might think they’re destined and hope to survive such events with possible official rescue.

If an uncontrollable event occurs and the Dragon Country officials deploy heavy weaponry missiles...

It would surely result in public disarray, and national order would crumble without resistance!

Besides, what’s wrong with the supernatural?

One day, even the supernatural could become a new energy source for the Dragon Country!

"..."

The three fall into a brief silence, and Zhang Xingmin sulkily asks, "After evacuating the town residents, will it cause trouble outside the town?"

"It won’t! If you’re still worried, deploy a company nearby, preferably with lots of heavy firepower. If something goes wrong, just blast it!"

Ning An speaks with certainty, but his tone is oddly strange, and his gaze involuntarily drifts to his chest.

When leaving the room, he felt something unusual on his chest, reaching out his hand, he found a piece of paper.

On the paper, only a few neat lines of characters outline the method to enter the studio.

According to the "kind elder’s" instructions, this nonexistent studio won’t wander outside the town.

"Hiss..."

Zhang Xingmin looks at Ning An with a grim face.

The young Daoist in front of him doesn’t seem like a cultivator, but more like some war fanatic.

It’s outrageous; deploying heavy weapons in a residential area is an incredible idea!

"Daoist Ning, they’ve all woken up!"

Just then, a team member who made contact puts down the headset excitedly.

"Oh, got it." Ning An responds lightly, but inwardly he feels very disturbed.

This further proves his speculation is on the right path.

"Person in the Painting, or Ghost in the Painting?"

Ning An mutters to himself quietly, while Zhang Xingmin, not hearing clearly, worryingly sends a message to the base.

...

At dusk, the streetlights are dim.

A few pickups depart from Enjiang Town, sent by the Supernatural Bureau to pick them up.

Ning An and Lin Yanke sit in the back seat, Zhang Xingmin sits in the front passenger seat, feeling as if a huge stone is weighing down his heart, his face full of worry.

Whether using heavy weapons or inviting skilled practitioners, the higher-ups have made it clear that Enjiang Town is no longer suitable for residence.

By tomorrow, the Supernatural Bureau will lead the relocation of the town’s residents, and then slowly figure out how to deal with the Deceitful Painting.

So helpless!

Zhang Xingmin’s eyes grow dim, and a bitter smile appears on his face as he sighs involuntarily.

Ultimately, it’s their own incompetence, unable to do anything when faced with such situations.