Mysterious recovery: starting from the mysterious bus

Chapter 90 The King’s Defeat

A huge portrait spread across the sky.

The missionary and the painter suddenly came together and appeared strangely behind Li Hui. The huge portrait directly covered Li Hui's entire body.

As the missionary and the painter appeared, they suddenly turned into two floating portraits on the other two streets in the distance.

This is obviously the ability of the painter.

The supernatural beings controlled by the painter are very special, and the ghost realm is extremely powerful. He has the ability to invade even real ghost paintings.

It's just that the characteristics of ghost paintings make it basically impossible to be imprisoned. This is the reason why ghost paintings have been wandering around abroad in these years, but they have never been restricted and imprisoned.

But this only illustrates the horror and weirdness of ghost paintings. It does not mean that foreign ghost controllers are incompetent, especially top ghost controllers like the kings...

Not long ago, the painter found the missionary, and the two united together, and then tried to shield Li Hui's perception by leaving a portrait, and then the painter led the missionary and invaded towards Li Hui's place.

But at this moment, when he saw Li Hui's figure being involved in the portrait as he expected, the painter's face did not show the slightest joy. Instead, his expression changed drastically and he said:

"Damn it, this is not his true form, we were fooled!"

Li Hui, who was caught in the portrait, disappeared instantly without leaving any trace.

As the owner of the portrait, the painter sensed it and knew that it was not that Li Hui had escaped, but that he had directly dissipated. This was obviously not Li Hui's true form, but like those figures in the city, they were all derived from supernatural beings. product.

"What now?"

The missionary's face was also extremely ugly. He looked around, trying to find where Li Hui's true identity was.

"Evacuate first!"

The painter said in a solemn tone: "The supernatural intensity controlled by that person is terrifying and outrageous, as if he has controlled a complete ghost painting. If we continue to stay, sooner or later we will be consumed alive here."

The strength shown by Li Hui shocked the painter, but even so, he was still confident that he could evacuate.

Maybe it's because of his abilities related to 'painting', or something else. In short, the supernatural power of ghost paintings does not restrict him very much, and the painter is confident that he can escape from this ghost realm.

Instead, he didn't have the confidence to survive if he stayed here. Just when the confrontation started, there were already casualties on their side, the twins were dismembered, and the lady was suppressed by Ye Zhen. Judging by the posture, it is estimated that there is a high probability that they will not be able to escape defeat. ending.

Among the remaining people, Simon and the owner of the manor are still fighting hard, but there is a faint tendency to fall into a disadvantage. The gravedigger has not been in danger from the beginning. It seems that the current situation is In this painting, the safest king in the city is themselves.

"Take the manor owner and the others with you and evacuate first. As for the lady and the twins, we have no time to take care of them for the time being."

The painter thought quickly in his mind.

The current situation is not completely uncontrollable, and the owner of the manor will not be left alone with Simon, and only the missionary will be able to escape.

But before the painter could actually take action, Li Hui's voice suddenly came from behind them, just like when he sneak attacked 'Li Hui' before.

"You want to leave now, don't you think it's too late?"

Along with the sound, there was a nail as thick as a baby's arm, which was covered in rust and mottled.

It was the coffin nail that Li Hui obtained from under Hongfa Temple!

puff!

The speed of the nails in the coffin was too fast, and even though the painter had been on guard, he didn't have time to react redundantly.

The sharp end of the coffin nail pierced directly into the middle of the painter's forehead, and most of the coffin nails penetrated into the flesh and bone.

moment.

The painter froze in place, and all the ghosts in his body fell into silence, like a stiff corpse, without any vitality, and his whole body was lifeless.

"This is……?"

This sudden scene surprised the missionary, especially the coffin nail on the painter's head, which gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

"It's the coffin nail, but isn't it in the artist's hands? Not long ago, he sealed the nail together in a golden container to deal with the ghost. Before this trip, the artist specifically said that he couldn't bring the coffin nail."

"But why did the coffin nail suddenly appear here and still be in that person's hand? Is it possible that there is more than one such terrifying nail?"

The missionary recognized the coffin nail that had driven into the painter's forehead.

Precisely.

It was he who knew that the painter had an identical nail in his hand. Whether it was style, shape, or anything else, even the rust was the same mottled color, just like the nail that was driven into the painter's head at this moment.

It's just that the painter's nails are used to restrain a terrifying ghost. That ghost is very special. The coffin nails cannot be used until it is sent to the ghost ship.

At least that's what the painter told them before, and the missionaries don't know whether it's really the case.

"The coffin nail is too terrifying. It can be the key to the outcome of a battle. It must not be allowed to return to that person's hands."

For a while.

The missionary's face looked uncertain.

But in the next moment.

The missionary stretched out his hand fiercely, trying to pull out the coffin nail from the painter's head. He knew the function of this thing very well. As long as he pulled it out, the painter could recover, and the coffin nail could in turn help the painter. used by him.

Just before he touched the coffin nails.

A figure appeared out of thin air next to him. The man was holding an old hatchet in his hand. The moment he appeared, the hatchet in his hand slashed towards the missionary's body.

If this knife were to strike hard, the missionary's body would be torn into two halves in an instant due to the horror of the ghost hatchet.

"damn it!"

See this.

The missionary was startled.

The whole person subconsciously stepped back, trying to avoid this horizontal knife. Both he and the painter had seen the previous scene of the twins being dismembered, and knew that this hatchet was terrifying and had the ability to dismember supernatural beings.

But as soon as he retreated, there was no possibility of pulling out the coffin nails. The opportunity was lost, and a huge oil painting stood in front of the artist.

This is a portrait of a character.

The person standing at the front is Li Hui. Behind him are more than 30 other figures of different looks. Among them are men and women, old and young. They are wearing costumes of different periods. The whole picture The oil painting looks extremely weird.

then.

An even stranger scene happened.

The characters in the oil painting all started to move, then walked out of the painting and appeared on the top floor of the building.

The originally empty space on the top floor began to gradually become crowded due to the sudden appearance of more than thirty figures.

"Yang Xiao, I leave this person to you."

Li Hui glanced at the missionary coldly, and then ignored him, as if he was already a dead person in his eyes.

And so it is.

The missionary's strength is indeed not weak, and he has the strength of the top ghost controller of the new generation, but at this stage, when he faces Yang Xiao and other dead souls, the final outcome is still defeat.

"Boy, don't be too happy, do you really think I'm going to die?" The missionary's face became extremely ferocious, and the withered and old book in his hand was rattling.

There was obviously no wind blowing around, and the missionary did not turn over the books, but the pages of the books still turned quickly.

It can be clearly seen that the pages of the old book are printed with terrifying and weird outlines, as if there is a ghost stored on every piece of paper.

"Are you ready to fight?"

This unusual scene slightly attracted Li Hui's attention, but he stopped paying attention after just one glance.

The missionary's opponents were Yang Xiao and others, not himself.

On gang fights.

He is serious!

"It turns out the nail in the coffin is in your hands."

Then Li Hui focused his attention on the painter beside him. To be precise, he placed his eyes on an object in the painter's hand.

It was an old hammer, held by the painter in his hand.

This hammer does not match the painter's, because the painter is slightly thin, dressed like a tramp, and holding a heavy hammer in his hand looks extremely strange.

But it was precisely because of this outfit that it solved a question in Li Hui's heart.

Before that, he had been thinking about a question, which was who was the king who held the coffin nails during the National War.

Li Hui remembered that the original work didn't seem to describe it in detail. It only said that Lin Bei's mirror world was invaded by a powerful ghost realm, and then his whole person was nailed by coffin nails, and then his head was smashed by a big hammer. …

But there were only those kings who appeared at that time. The most likely ones were the painter, the banker, and the warden. They were also the three whose abilities were most vaguely described in the original work.

Now it seems.

The king who has the coffin nails in his hand is the painter.

It was precisely because of this that Li Hui nailed him to death with coffin nails. Originally, he planned to attack the manor owner, but the actions of the painter and the missionary made him put the painter as his first target.

Because the painter is definitely one of the kings who was seriously underestimated in the original work. Li Hui didn't want to feel the feeling of being nailed in the coffin and then being hit on the head with a hammer.

Thinking.

Li Hui stepped forward and started groping the painter's body.

The more coffin nails, the better. There are only three in the world. If you can get two at once, then the harvest this time will be really great.

"No?"

However, even though Li Hui rubbed all over the painter's body, he still couldn't find the coffin nail.

"Haven't the current painters obtained that coffin nail that exists abroad?"

This was Li Hui's first reaction after finishing the search. As for the possibility that the painter did not bring the coffin nails, this idea did not appear in Li Hui's mind at all.

Six or seven kings were dispatched in a row. With such a lineup, you can imagine how much the other side attaches importance to it. Moreover, it is on the other side of the ocean and is not the main venue of the king's organization. If there is such a supernatural object as a coffin nail that can make the final decision, the painter How could you not carry it with you.

But Li Hui was not too disappointed.

Although it was a bit regretful for him not to get the second coffin nail, the old hammer in the painter's hand was also a supernatural item, which was also a good gain.

Contrast with that.

The supernatural beings controlled by the painter himself are even more of a wealth. He has the ability to invade the ghost realm of 70% of the supernatural beings in ghost paintings. At this stage, there are not many ghost masters who can do this.

at the same time.

The battle between the missionary and a group of dead souls began.

The book in his hand was turned to a blank page, and soon pictures began to appear on the paper. The outline of Li Hui gradually began to emerge, but the process seemed very slow, as if there was an invisible and strange force interfering. This process proceeds.

And as time went by, the outline of Li Hui on the book paper changed, and finally a mobile phone-style ghost appeared in it.

"What is going on?" The missionary looked at Li Hui, who had no reaction from the outside world, and felt a little puzzled. He seemed to not understand what means the other party used to avoid his attack.

Obviously, Li Hui just stood there and kept looking at the painter's corpse, and there was no unnecessary movement other than that...

After thinking about it, the missionary changed his attack method.

The books in his hands turned quickly.

Following his behavior, a series of hideous and terrifying black shadows floated out from the book in the missionary's hand, and then quickly invaded towards where Li Hui was.

Those were terrifying ghosts.

But before these evil ghosts could get close to Li Hui's body, they were all stopped. It was a group of dead souls led by Yang Xiao who took action.

At this moment, there was a gloomy coldness all over their bodies, and they became extremely strange.

Judging from the appearance, most of the dead souls are almost the same as the real ghosts. They quickly approached the missionary, ready to kill the missionary, and the ghosts released from the books were also given by these ghosts. blocked it.

As for the leader Yang Xiao.

I didn't see any movement from him, just standing there, the ghostly dream began to affect the missionary's consciousness, and an irresistible drowsiness emerged, making the missionary's thinking blurred at this moment stand up.

the other side.

Li Hui did not choose to intervene in the confrontation between the missionary and the dead souls. The sky was full of paper dust, and he took the painter's body and disappeared directly on the top floor of the building.

"Every supernatural item has unknown rules, just like a taboo. If you touch it without knowing the rules, you may die without knowing how."

Li Hui, who came to another street in the city with the painter's corpse, looked at the old hammer in the painter's hand and thought to himself.

Following his thoughts.

A figure appeared and reached out to grab the old hammer in the painter's hand.

This was a figure that looked exactly like Li Hui. Under Li Hui's gaze, the figure successfully took the hammer from the painter's hand, and then held it in his own hand.

During this period, there was no danger, and no terrible rules emerged as expected by Li Hui. It seemed that the figure was just holding an ordinary hammer.

"Isn't there any danger in simply touching and picking it up?" Li Hui's eyes moved slightly, and he was already thinking about it.

Then he looked to the other side of the street.

At this time, there was a group of people at the other end of the street who were constantly rushing towards a figure. From Li Hui's perspective, it could be clearly seen that the person being besieged was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, who was the owner of the manor organized by the king. .