Ning An's Wild Wish System

”Sis, do we know each other?”

Silence prevailed.

”Aunt...”

The wind rose and clouds surged!

”Sis!”

The smoke cleared and clouds scattered~

Ning An felt a headache coming on.

Although he didn’t know exactly where things went wrong, he could prove one thing.

The woman in this painting was indeed not lifeless.

He had tried all the means he could use, but they were of no avail against her.

There was even a faint sense of mutual affinity that made him unwilling to strike lethally, even if he had such thunderous means.

What the hell!

While Ning An frowned, pondering how to deal with the aftermath, he felt a touch of itchiness and warmth spread from his back, with a tingling and sour sensation expanding throughout his body.

”Poisoned?”

The Five Ghosts Transport Skill operated at full force, and within moments, this feeling finally disappeared.

Glancing again at the painting he couldn’t affect, Ning An sighed and turned away.

...

”Look quickly, Daoist Ning!”

”It’s Daoist Ning coming out!”

”Daoist Ning, are you alright?”

The team members waiting outside looked excited and hurried forward.

Seeing their concerned expressions, Ning An felt a wave of warmth surge in his heart. He shook his head and asked, ”Contact them now to see if those children have woken up.”

Hearing this, a team member immediately went to contact them, while Ning An pulled Lin Yanke and Zhang Yingming aside, speaking in a low voice: ”The boss didn’t lie earlier, there is indeed a Deceitful Painting.”

”What exactly is this Deceitful Painting?” Zhang Xingmin looked at the abruptly disappeared door, feeling a lingering fear.

”I haven’t fully understood it, but if I had to describe it, it’s somewhat like a Person in the Painting from Strange Tales.”

After explaining his guess, Ning An added some supplements.

”The deceitful painting inside cannot be solved by a Little Daoist; even ten Little Daoists won’t do. If you don’t want further changes, you either need to find skilled practitioners or relocate all the townspeople to minimize impact and observe post-effects.”

”Daoist Master, is there any other way?” Zhang Xingmin asked, looking distressed.

Both methods are either unreliable or involve great human and material costs.

”Indeed, there is one more way: directly use modern weapons to bomb this place, leaving not a single hair behind. But are you sure you want to do that?” Ning An shook his head.

Well, um...

Zhang Xingmin froze for a moment, and when he reacted, his distress deepened.

Using modern weapons to bomb a residential area?

This idea is unfathomable, even beasts wouldn’t do such a thing!

Even if some unknown strangeness is covering this small town, the authorities wouldn’t necessarily agree to this idea.

The reason is simple: the impact is too great, and it goes against public opinion!

A simple gaming psychology: a small town has only thirty to fifty thousand people. In the vast Dragon Country, they are like a ladle of water in a big river; losing them doesn’t affect the overall population.

It’s predictable that such situations will increase, and Dragon Country will eventually experience situations it can’t cover up or save.

But people always cling to a vague hope, thinking they might be blessed, survivors of such an event, waiting to be rescued by the authorities.

Then an uncontrollable incident occurs, and Dragon Country throws modern weapons inside...

The resulting situation leads to a fragmentation of public trust, and the national order essentially crumbles without a fight!

Besides, what about the strangeness?

One day, even strangeness could become Dragon Country’s new energy source!

”...”

The three fell into brief silence, and Zhang Xingmin muttered darkly, ”Will the small town’s residents cause harm outside after evacuation?”

”No! If you’re worried, get a second battalion over, preferably with more heavy firepower. If something feels wrong, just blast it to hell!”

Ning An spoke with certainty, but his tone was strangely peculiar, his eyes unnaturally drifting to his chest.

When he left the room, he felt something unusual on his chest. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

On the paper were a few lines of delicate characters, explaining how to enter the painting room.

According to the method described by the ”kind elder,” this nonexistent painting room couldn’t wander out of this town.

”Hiss...”

Zhang Xingmin looked at Ning An with a dark expression.

This Little Daoist in front of him didn’t seem much like a practitioner, but rather like a warmonger enthusiast.

It’s too absurd to deploy heavy weapons in a residential area, what a genius idea!

”Daoist Ning, they’ve all woken up!”

Just then, the team member responsible for contact lowered the headset and exclaimed in delight.

”Oh, got it.” Ning An replied indifferently, but his heart was stirred.

This further proved his speculation was on the right track.

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

Ning An muttered to himself, while Zhang Xingmin, beside him, didn’t hear clearly, preoccupied with sending information to the base.

...

At dusk, the streetlights were dim.

A few pickup trucks drove out of Enjiang Town, sent by the Supernatural Bureau to pick them up.

Ning An, Lin Yanke sitting in the back, Zhang Xingmin in the passenger seat, feeling as if blocked by a huge stone, his face full of worry.

Whether modern weapon bombing or inviting skilled practitioners, the higher-ups made it clear: Enjiang Town can no longer be inhabited.

Tomorrow, the Supernatural Bureau will lead the relocation of all town residents, then slowly find a solution for the Deceitful Painting.

It’s helpless!

Zhang Xingmin’s eyes dimmed, revealing a bitter smile, sighing helplessly.

Ultimately, it was their own incapacity, faced with such situations, they were powerless.