Mysterious recovery

Came in front of Zhang Xianguang.

He was holding a rusty big knife at the moment, standing there motionless, his head drooped slightly, his eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Jian was merciless, the coffin nails directly pierced his hands and nailed them to the ground.

When the sound.

The rusty broadsword fell to the ground.

next moment.

The ghost domain disappeared, all the strange things disappeared again, and the sky became gray again.

But Zhang Xianguang never disappeared.

He was nailed into the coffin, and all the ghosts fell into dead silence. Now he is just an ordinary person.

"Yang Jian, that knife fell. Do you want it? If you don't want it, how about giving it to me?" Zhou Deng stared at the big knife that fell on the ground.

"I can't give it to you, Zhang Xianguang's supernatural weapon is very special, I want to take it away."

The stagnant water under Yang Jian's feet flowed towards the big knife that fell on the ground.

soon.

The accumulated water gathered together to form a puddle, which quickly swallowed up the rusty broadsword.

Even Yang Jian suffered a lot from this supernatural weapon, so if he took it back and studied it, it might be able to fill in the flaws of his supernatural weapon.

"Zhou Deng, why are you so thick-skinned?" He Yin'er glanced at him and asked.

Although that supernatural weapon was very powerful, everyone knew that it was Yang Jian's trophy.

Zhou Deng rolled his eyes: "I'll just ask, what if Captain Yang doesn't like it, what if he doesn't want it? Just ask, it's okay."

"Then can I touch Zhang Xianguang's corpse, maybe there is something dangerous on him?" He thought of another idea.

"Don't move around, this guy is very dangerous, who knows what's behind the corpse, it's safest to lock up his corpse, but this is the world of ghost paintings, and we can't find a suitable container." Liu San Said with a serious expression.

Yang Jian said: "Let his body sink into the lake."

After the stagnant water swallowed the big knife, it continued to cover Zhang Xianguang's body.

Soon, the corpse fell into the stagnant water with a plop, and then quickly sank toward the bottom of the water.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xianguang disappeared before his eyes.

After doing this, everything here is declared over.

"it's a pity."

Zhou Deng watched Zhang Xianguang's body disappear anxiously, feeling a little bit reluctant.

"It's time for the next step."

Yang Jian knew that he had no time to rest, and he had to continue to act.

Liu San said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the next action. Take He Yin'er, Zhou Deng, and Lu Zhiwen with you. I'll watch Wei Jing and Li Leping here and wait for your good news. "

He fought to the limit, and now he has to retire at this time.

"Okay, then split up." Yang Jian said, "You can still do it, right?"

"I'm OK."

Zhou Deng immediately said: "I haven't really made a move yet. Although I suffered a little injury, it doesn't hinder me."

"My state is fine, but I don't have many media to use, so it's hard to show my strength like before." He Yin'er said.

She was well protected in the fight before, and she was not injured, only a few media were lost.

Lu Zhiwen said, "I'm fine too."

"Since there is no problem, let's go now." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he glanced at Liu San again.

Liu San nodded, indicating that there is no problem.

Yang Jian didn't say any more, the ghost domain spread, and immediately left the abandoned Shuangqiao Town Primary School with the three of them.

Before he left, he didn't forget to sink the burning ghosts around him into the ghost lake, so as to prevent the ashes from resurging and increase unnecessary risks.

The first thousand and 260 chapters of the second unexpected appearance

"The world of ghost paintings is much bigger than before. It is not easy to find the real Zhang Xianguang here, and there are ghosts in the world of ghost paintings. It is easy to encounter danger."

He Yin'er said.

Looking at the endless gray sky, she felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.

It's hard to imagine that this was caused by a supernatural event.

But at this time, the paper dust that kept falling from the sky had disappeared. Although there was still a lot of paper dust left on the ground, the appearance of this change gave people a bad feeling.

Like the calm before the storm.

"I can guide the direction, and it is not difficult to find the real Zhang Xianguang with Yang Jian's Ghost Domain." Lu Zhiwen started to move his hands as he spoke.

Still that special pen, with a piece of paper full of Xian Guang's name, can guide a general direction.

"over there."

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and pointed towards a direction outside Shuangqiao Town.

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian had already led the three people towards the direction Lu Zhiwen pointed.

In the world of ghost paintings, it is a huge advantage to be able to use the ghost domain, and it is also a great convenience to find people through the ghost domain.

soon.

An unremarkable village caught Yang Jian's attention.

His ghost domain coverage noticed the abnormality here.

And when Yang Jian paid close attention, the situation here made him feel surprised, but he didn't see it with his own eyes, and he even wondered if he had hallucinations.

Here he actually saw Sun Rui, Yang Xiao and the dead souls living in the oil paintings in the ghost post office, he also saw the ghost painted by ghosts, and a terrifying ghost that he had encountered before... the mummy bride.

"Found it, right here."

Yang Jian immediately stopped moving, and took He Yin'er, Zhou Deng and Lu Zhiwen straight to this unremarkable village.

at the same time.

In this small village, Sun Rui brought 36 souls of the dead in the oil paintings and Zhang Xianguang, Nie Yingping, Du Hong, and Zhang Ying engaged in the most tragic fight.

This is a battle of faith and life, no one wants to lose, and no one wants to regress.

Although the number of Zhang Xianguang's group is relatively small, among them, Nie Yingping is a top ghost master, even better than some captains of the headquarters, and Du Hong and Zhang Ying are also veteran ghost masters, although they are not as good as captains. The ghosts are not much worse, the only one who is more hip is Zhang Xianguang who has lost most of his spiritual power.

But Zhang Xianguang is the manager of the post office, he will not die, which is also a huge advantage.

Although Sun Rui's party has a large number of people, the spiritual power of the dead souls is not even as good as when they were alive, and their growth has stagnated for more than ten years or even decades. To be honest, they have not kept up with the times.

But the soul of the dead is better than the large number of people, and there are also very difficult existences among the supernatural powers they can control.

For a while, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched.

In just a moment of action, casualties have already occurred.

Although the souls of the dead will not die in the oil painting, they will also die when they are severely injured by other ghosts. After all, the ghosts of the oil painting can keep them alive, and other ghosts can also erase their existence.

What's more, this is not the world of oil paintings, but the world of ghost paintings.

After breaking away from the oil painting, the soul of the dead also lost part of its advantages.

So the 36 dead souls began to suffer heavy injuries one after another, unable to survive, and began to dissipate.

"Jiang Wei, Hong Xiuyun, Wang Daohai, Zhang Xiaomei..."

A dead soul shouted the names of familiar friends. He saw these people being killed by Nie Yingping, their bodies collapsed, and they died immediately.

And the other dead souls are not inferior at all. After paying a few people as a price, they killed the other party's female ghost master named Zhang Ying. It was exhausted until the ghost was about to recover.

Yang Xiao took this opportunity to drag the real Zhang Xianguang into the dream, trying to take the culprit away.

"A group of dead souls, who have been dead for so many years. Do you think you can win by relying on numbers? Today I want to let you know that the gap between ghost masters cannot be made up by numbers."

Nie Yingping drank in a low voice, his body was cold and ashen, with bruises appearing on the skin and flesh of his body, as if he had been frostbitten.

At this moment, there are ghosts eating him nearby, trying to kill him.

But the temperature around him was dropping suddenly. The nearby dead souls seemed to have entered the ice coffin at this moment. A thick layer of frost formed on their eyebrows, hair, and eyelids. Some souls tried to get close to Nie Yingping and attack him. But the body froze directly in place, becoming a stiff corpse.

Nie Yingping was holding an old toy at some point in his hand. It was a rattle drum that children used to play with. The red paint on the rattle drum was mottled, and the drum surface was even more dirty and black. There is a defect, and the two hanging projectiles on the left and right have disappeared.

But what is strange is that there is a human face vaguely under the drum of the rattle, and the outlines of two palms emerge, as if an evil spirit is imprisoned inside.

Obviously, this is a weird supernatural item.

No, to be precise, this is Nie Yingping's supernatural weapon.

At this moment, he held the rattle as if he were holding a heavy hammer, and smashed it at the frozen corpse.

The dull drumbeat echoed with the screams of terrifying ghosts, which made people feel creepy.

And after a sound, the frozen corpse was shattered directly, without leaving any traces. At the same time, the terrible scream caused several dead souls nearby to roll their eyes and fall to the ground. Viscous blood flowed out, as if consciousness had suffered a serious blow.

"We can't leave this guy alone. He's very powerful. If we can't kill him, we can't win." A dead soul roared.

"The trash should die quietly." Nie Yingping strode forward, his haunted area spread, and the temperature in the vicinity plummeted.

This kind of temperature is not a real low temperature, but a supernatural influence on reality. If the supernatural influence can be isolated, then this feeling of low temperature will not exist, just like the burning of will-o'-the-wisps. It is not a real fire, but a supernatural power. appear.

The dead soul who just spoke immediately felt frozen all over, as if his blood had stagnated.

Obviously there is no living body, but still can feel the feeling of freezing.

"Don't be too arrogant."

The dead soul glared at him. He fought back before his body froze. A dark figure left him and headed towards Nie Yingping.

But before the spiritual attack came, it stopped in front of Nie Yingping.

The shadowy figure was also covered in frost, frozen in place.

With a cold face, Nie Yingping sounded the rattle in his hand without hesitation, and the dead soul immediately lost its movement and fell to the ground, obviously unable to resist this supernatural being killed.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly, there was a weak, terminally ill cough.

Sun Rui, code-named Sick Ghost, also chose to fight without hesitation at this moment. While Yang Xiao was holding Zhang Xianguang back, he wanted to join hands with other souls to kill Nie Yingping. As long as he was killed, the rest of the opponent would have no defense. With strength, the battle is won.

Nie Yingping felt a foreign object in his throat at this moment, and couldn't help but want to cough. At the same time, his body also felt weak.

"This supernatural power also wants to kill me? Waste is waste, and it will never be on the stage."

He snorted coldly, unmoved, and at the same time, a tattoo appeared on his frostbitten skin.

The pattern on the tattoo is a skinny corpse, as if starved to death, skinny, and lifelike, as if the corpse was lying on his body.

This supernatural feeling is somewhat familiar.

In the past, ghost masters also had such tattoos, but the patterns of the tattoos were a little different.

With the emergence of this tattoo, Nie Yingping's cough disappeared immediately, and the ghost attached to his skin helped him block the spiritual attack.

"This guy……"

Sun Rui had to admit at this moment that this guy was indeed very strong, and there were at least three kinds of supernatural powers displayed.

In other words, he controlled at least three ghosts.

And up to now, there is no sign of Li Gui's recovery, which can also show that he has temporarily solved the problem of Li Gui's recovery, and can use supernatural power for a long time. It is almost impossible to consume him to death. After all, he The number of dead souls brought is not so large as to be endless.

"Some stinky fish and rotten shrimps also want to block our plan, and they will kill you all in one go today, so that you will have no chance of resurrection in the future."

Nie Yingping started again at this moment, killing at least ten dead souls by himself.

suddenly.

A miserable cry sounded, making him startled briefly.

Not far away, Zhang Ying died tragically.

She was surrounded by ghosts and died under a spiritual attack.