Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky bus

Chapter 90 The King's Fall
A huge portrait turned into the sky.

The missionary and the painter suddenly came hand in hand, and appeared behind Li Hui strangely. The huge portrait directly covered Li Hui's whole body.

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

This is clearly a painter's ability.

The ghost mastered by the painter is very special, and the ghost domain is also 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, which is why ghost paintings have been wandering around abroad in recent years, but they have never been restricted and detained.

But this only shows the horror and weirdness of ghost paintings, and it does not mean that foreign ghost masters are incompetent, especially the top ghost masters 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, seeing Li Hui's figure being involved in the portrait as he expected, the painter's face did not reveal the slightest joy. Instead, he said with a changed expression:

"Damn it, this is not his real body, we were fooled!"

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

The painter who is the owner of the portrait has a feeling, knowing that it is not that Li Hui has escaped, but has dissipated directly. This is obviously not Li Hui's body, but is derived from the spirit just like those figures in the city product.

"What now?"

The missionary's expression was also extremely ugly. He looked around, trying to find out where Li Hui's real body was.

"Evacuate first!"

The painter said in a solemn tone: "The supernatural power controlled by that person is horrifying, just like controlling a complete ghost painting. If we continue to stay here, we will be exhausted to death here sooner or later."

The artist was shocked by Li Hui's strength, but even so, he still had the confidence to evacuate.

Maybe it's because of the ability related to 'painting', or something else, in short, the supernatural power of ghost painting doesn't restrict him very much, and the painter is confident that he can get out of this ghost land.

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 struggling to resist, but there is a faint tendency to fall into the wind. The gravedigger has never been in danger from the beginning. From this point of view, the current situation In this painting, the safest kings in the city are themselves.

"Take the owner of the manor with them and evacuate first. As for the lady and the twins, I don't have time to take care of them for the time being."

The painter thought quickly in his heart.

The current situation has not reached the point where it is completely out of control. It is not possible to directly leave the manor owner and Simon together, and flee with only the missionaries.

It's just that before the painter really started to act, Li Hui's voice suddenly came from behind them, just like when he attacked 'Li Hui' before.

"I want to go now, don't you think it's too late?"

Along with the sound, there was also a nail the thickness of a baby's arm, and the whole body was covered with rust and mottled.

It was the coffin nail that Li Hui got from under the 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 directly pierced the middle of the painter's forehead, and most of the coffin nails were pierced into the flesh and blood.

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 a very 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 it is still in that person's hand? Could it be that there is more than one such terrifying nail?"

The missionary recognized the coffin nail on the painter's forehead.

Precisely.

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

It's just that the painter's nails are used to restrain a horrible ghost. That ghost is so special that 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 didn't know if it was true.

"The coffin nail is too terrifying. It is enough to be the key to the outcome of a battle. It must not be returned to that person."

a time.

The missionary's face was 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 would be able to recover, and this coffin nail could also be used in reverse. He used.

Just before he touched the coffin nails.

A figure appeared out of nowhere beside him, holding an old hatchet in his hand. The moment he appeared, the hatchet in his hand chopped down towards the missionary's body.

If this knife is cut, the missionary's body will be instantly dismembered in half with the horror of the ghost hatchet.

"damn it!"

see.

The missionary was startled.

The whole person retreated subconsciously, trying to avoid the horizontal knife. He and the artist both saw the scene of the twins being dismembered before, and knew that this hatchet was terrible 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 horizontally in front of the painter.

This is a portrait of a character.

The person standing in the front was Li Hui, and behind him stood more than [-] figures of different appearances, including men and women, old and young, wearing costumes of different periods, and the whole picture Oil paintings look extremely eccentric.

then.

A more bizarre scene happened.

The characters in the oil painting unexpectedly moved together, and then walked out of the portrait, appearing on the top floor of the building.

The originally empty space on the top floor gradually became crowded due to the sudden appearance of more than 30 figures.

"Yang Xiao, this person is entrusted to you."

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

And so it is.

The strength of the missionary is indeed not weak, and he has the strength of the new generation of top ghost masters, but at this stage, he is facing Yang Xiao and other dead souls, and the final outcome is still only 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.

Obviously there was no wind blowing around, and the missionaries didn't turn over the books, but the pages of the books were turned quickly.

It can be clearly seen that there are horrible and strange outlines printed on the paper of the old book, as if a ghost is stored on each paper.

"Are you ready to go all out?"

This unusual scene caught Li Hui's attention a little bit, but he stopped paying attention after just a glance.

The opponent of the missionary is Yang Xiao and others, not himself.

On gang fights.

He is serious!
"So the coffin nails are in your hands."

Then Li Hui put his gaze on the painter at the side, to be precise, on an object in the painter's hand.

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

The hammer did not match the painter's, because the painter's figure was a little thin and he was dressed like a tramp, and the heavy hammer in his hand looked extremely weird.

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

Before that, he had been thinking about a question, that is, who was the king who had the coffin nail in his hand during the national war.

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

But the number of kings who appeared at that time was only those, and the most likely ones were only the three kings, the painter, the banker, and the warden, and they were also the three with the most vague ability descriptions in the original book.

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 seriously underestimated kings in the original book, the feeling of being nailed in a coffin and then hit on the head with a hammer, Li Hui doesn't want to feel it anyway.

thinking.

Li Hui stepped forward and began to feel around the painter's body.

It can be said that the more coffin nails, the better. There are only three in the whole 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 couldn't find the coffin nail.

"Haven't the painters at this stage obtained the coffin nail that exists abroad?"

This was Li Hui's first reaction after searching. As for the possibility that the artist did not bring the coffin nails, this kind of thought did not appear in Li Hui's mind at all.

Six or seven kings were dispatched in a row. With such a lineup, one can imagine how much the opponent attaches importance to it, and it is on the other side of the ocean, which is not the main venue of the king organization. How could you not carry it with you.

However, Li Hui was not too disappointed.

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

Contrast that.

The ghost mastered by the painter himself is a fortune, and he has the ability to invade [-]% of ghosts and ghosts 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 has begun.

The book in his hand was flipped to a blank page, and soon images began to appear on the paper, and the silhouette of Li Hui gradually emerged, but the process seemed very slow, as if there was an invisible strange force interfering This process takes place.

And with the passage of time, the outline of Li Hui on the book paper changed, and the last phantom in the shape of a mobile phone emerged in it.

"What's the situation?" The missionary felt a little puzzled when he saw Li Hui, who was not responding from the outside world, as if he didn't understand how the other party avoided 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 book in his hand flipped through quickly.

Accompanied by his behavior, hideous and terrifying black shadows floated out of the book in the missionary's hands, and then quickly invaded towards where Li Hui was.

Those were terrifying ghosts.

It's just that before these ghosts got close to Li Hui's body, they were all stopped, and it was a group of dead souls headed by Yang Xiao who did it.

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 missionaries and the dead souls. The sky was filled with ashes, 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 don't know the rules and touch it without authorization, I'm afraid you won't even know how to die in the end."

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.

Follow his thoughts.

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

This is a figure that looks 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 Li Hui expected. It seemed that what the figure was holding was just an ordinary hammer.

"Isn't it dangerous to simply touch and pick it up?" Li Hui's eyes moved slightly, and he was already thinking about it.

Then he turned his gaze to the other side of the street.

At this time, a group of people on the other side of the street were constantly rushing towards a figure. From Li Hui's perspective, it could be clearly seen that the besieged was a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s, who was the owner of the manor organized by the king.

(End of this chapter)