Weird Resurrection: From Teddy Bear to Dread Bear!

This red domain was like a barrier.

His eerie aura didn't tear it apart; instead, he bumped his nose and drew blood.

He reached out and touched it, his expression slightly surprised: "What is this thing? It's definitely not a domain."

Domain rules allow ordinary people and Ghost Controllers to enter, but entering is easy and exiting is difficult.

It would never be like this thing in front of me, where even entering is incredibly difficult, and this red barrier isn't moving or changing.

The power of rules couldn't exist in this thing.

Could this be a unique ability activated by a ghost, and not a domain?

Thinking of this, Lu Liangbing was greatly startled. If it's such a powerful ability, how terrifying would this ghost be?

Is this the Demon Bear's? Or the Painting Ghost's?

He had just finished saying his last words, and now he couldn't figure it out. The powerful attributes of this thing were truly beyond his expectations.

But after hearing the singing inside, he gritted his teeth.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing a scar on his wrist, but this scar was made of glass and was still reflecting light.

The glass seemed to form a centipede, quietly lying on it.

This was his ghost!

He frowned and gently tapped the glass surface, causing a visible ripple to spread out.

The moment the ripple touched the air, the air seemed to atomize, and the red barrier began to soften.

"I'm coming!"

Inside the Domain of Judgment.

Zhang Yi held the Painting Ghost in one hand, the huge Demon Bear's body burning with flames, its eyes flashing with the light of judgment.

The castle in front of him was pitch black, with colorful rivers surging, washing over Zhang Yi's body again and again.

He squeezed hard with one hand, and a ball of Painting Ghost exploded, but in this space, the Painting Ghost had no physical form.

To completely kill it, he could only destroy the entire painted world it had constructed.

Countless eyeballs fell like fleas on his body, filling the rivers one by one.

They were competing with these paints for space. Only when the entire world was covered with eyeballs would its paints have nowhere to go.

Light rain continued to fall from the sky.

But Zhang Yi couldn't care about anything else at this moment. Following Xiaowan's clean and gentle nursery rhyme, he leaped forward.

His body, burning with the flames of judgment, crashed into the sky like a ball.

Then, like a meteor, it slammed into the ground, crashing into the castle.

Instantly, the castle began to change, and the rivers expanded.

He was instantly plunged into the river of paint, and countless ink sticks came towards the river, trying to drown him completely.

A seven-colored whale with a triangular horn suddenly leaped out of the water and swallowed Zhang Yi in one gulp.

Immediately, the seven-colored whale transformed into a roc, flying into the air, and countless paints turned into sharp blades, coming from the outside.

Even the roc was stabbed straight through the heart.

Bang—

The Painting Ghost's body appeared above the castle, still a mass of writhing growths, an indescribable shape.

However, many parts of its body were covered with eyeballs.

The eyeballs began to grow like moss. Obviously, it was also seriously injured and had even begun to feel fear, otherwise, the Eyes of Desolation wouldn't have parasitized so quickly.

Crack—

Suddenly.

A crack opened next to the Domain of Judgment, and a man in a black jacket with a cigarette in his mouth rushed in.

"The Night Watchers are on duty, ghosts retreat!"

He somersaulted, and the glass centipede on his wrist instantly emitted countless streams of light, then floated around, looking more like white bones, with tiny things linking the key parts.

Entering it, he immediately saw the Painting Ghost's world.

He had already seen this huge castle, but it wasn't this strong last time.

Pfft—

Stepping on many eyeballs, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky.

That fireball was still burning.

"Is the Demon Bear no match for the Painting Ghost?"

Well, the Demon Bear had already killed so many lives of the Painting Ghost, and even the Painting Ghost's last resort was used. It seemed that he had really pushed it to the brink.

Eyeballs accompanied by colorful raindrops fell from the sky.

His white bones extended outward, forming a protective umbrella.

He immediately saw the little girl under the castle. This was a human who had just successfully controlled a ghost!

And she was just a little girl. Successfully controlling a ghost at such a young age, she had a bright future. He must protect her today.

Bang—

The Demon Bear struggled violently in the air, and countless eyeballs gathered into a waterspout, lashing out at him fiercely.

At the same time, the Painting Ghost couldn't let Xiaowan go either.

This was her only chance to advance to the fifth level of terror. If she didn't succeed today, she might die here, so naturally she couldn't let her go.

Two special-grade ghosts attacked at the same time, and Lu Liangbing narrowed his eyes.

The glass at his wrist scattered into countless fine bead-like bullets.

The fine beads collided with the eyeballs, and collided with the paint of the ink painting.

Although he was retreating steadily, he was not afraid at all. From the first step he took here, he never thought about leaving alive.

His right hand split in the middle, and his bones broke directly, forming two knives.

His ghost is not bones, but a special kind of glass. Glass replaced everything about him: bones, meridians, including blood.

Even the blood flowing in his body was white.

Raising his right hand, he slashed fiercely with a knife.

He directly chopped off a corner of the black Painting Ghost's castle in front of him.

Zhang Yi, on the other hand, grabbed the iron chain to resist and was also knocked back several meters.

Zhang Yi stood up from the ground and stared at Lu Liangbing. He knew Lu Liangbing's plan.

He simply whispered and told him through the ghost: "This little girl is mine, get out of here."

Lu Liangbing looked at him disdainfully, then looked back at Xiaowan, smiled coldly, and said, "Little sister, watch carefully, Uncle will be very handsome later. This is the first lesson for Ghost Controllers: don't be afraid."