I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

Chapter 213 Warm Hands
The Yata Mirror can exert 5% of the ability to copy the supernatural, which is actually very scary, because the Pharaoh himself may not be able to exert [-]% of the ability of Luo Qiantao, and he always has to consider the issue of recovery.

Therefore, there was a scene where most of the grave soil fell in mid-air, and only a small part was still attacking everyone. Such a small amount of grave soil was not even as large as Feng Quan's, and could not suppress the captain-level figure at all.

"call--!"

At the same time, golden flames struck from the sky, and Zhou Zheng showed no mercy as soon as he took action, launching the most terrifying supernatural attack.

Anyway, even if the pharaoh is killed, Tang Long can still use recollection to explore his memory, so it doesn't matter whether he is left alive or not.

"what--!"

The pharaoh suddenly screamed, his biggest support failed to show its effect. In fact, few kings alone can surpass the captain, let alone an existence like Zhou Zheng who has the same strength as Gui Hua.

“Bah, bang, bang—!”

He hurriedly discarded all the gold jewelry on his body, only to see a hideous and terrifying tattoo under each jewelry.

Luo Qian's tattoos were given to him by "that" lord, and these tattoos were originally owned by the pharaoh. They were similar to Zhang Han's. There was a real ghost hidden in each tattoo.Those accessories are just using gold to suppress the evil ghost. Calling himself a pharaoh does not mean that this guy really has pharaoh blood, but it is just to make this outfit reasonable.

Several ferocious and terrifying ghosts crawled out of the tattoos and covered their bodies, temporarily resisting the flames, but the Pharaoh knew that he could not hold on for long.

"Even if I die, I still have to drag a captain into the water!"

With a ferocious expression, he attacked He Yin'er with the remaining ghosts in the tattoos and a small amount of grave soil.

At the same time, many hunched corpses appeared on the ground. These were not ghost slaves, but real ghosts, and each ghost was wrapped with bandages and tied up like a mummy.

These "mummies" all held hammers and chisels in their hands, which looked like derivatives of some supernatural object. They were the ones that had just been hammered on the tombstone.

Through these bandages, the Pharaoh can control these ghost mummies to a limited extent, so his code name is Pharaoh. He was once a person who imprisoned ghosts in a small country, proclaimed himself a god, and was worshiped by others.

"But after seeing the strength of that adult, I realized how insignificant I was." He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain caused by the will-o'-the-wisp, and attacked He Yin'er with all his strength, "With his great deeds In comparison, I don’t deserve to be called Pharaoh at all. In that case, let’s be a brick in that person’s pyramid!”

Fierce ghosts roared, grave soil surged, mummies staggered over, and bandages were densely packed like tentacles to block the surrounding area, blocking other people's rescue efforts.

This was an attack by the Pharaoh using his supernatural power to revive, and the target of the attack also chose He Yin'er, the weakest among them all. He didn't even need to kill the opponent directly, he just had to suppress the ghost realm of this woman, let her fall, and kill her. Naturally, her affairs will be taken care of by the grave.

"bring it on!"

Although He Yin'er was suddenly attacked, she remained frightened. Countless white silks hung down from mid-air to separate the bandages that were attacking her. However, her ghost realm was soon suppressed by ghosts and mummies, and it was about to become unsustainable. .

"Shhhhh--!"

Tang Long drove the ghost rope, Li Jun chanted sutras loudly, Wei Jing threw out the half-remaining iron chain, and Ye Zhen even hugged the ghost directly.

"Crack-crack--!"

But in the next second, Pharaoh's entire body was shattered. He was already struggling for the final recovery to increase the tattoo that drove Luo Qian.

Suddenly, another part of the grave soil came from the ground, completely sealing He Yin'er's ghost realm.

He Yin'er, who was in mid-air, immediately became unstable and fell to the ground, and then...

Nothing happened.

"how is this possible?!"

The Pharaoh, who was originally showing ecstasy, was suddenly shocked. Didn't the name he engraved on the tombstone actually succeed in cursing?

"Impossible. In order to be able to use this tombstone curse, I have studied your language for a long time. It is impossible to write the wrong words!"

He was on the verge of the ghost's resurrection, and his mind and body collapsed at the same time.

"Because Yin Zi is just my code name." He Yin'er looked at him with a sarcastic look, "Just like Pharaoh is just your code name."

"Damn it..." Pharaoh then realized that he had been tricked, "Damn it, damn it!"

"Crack—!"

Li Qingzhi was sent over by Tang Long, and he chopped off the guy's head with a hatchet. As soon as he died, the bandages around him immediately hung down weakly, while the ghosts struggled to escape.

"Hmph, you self-righteous idiot." He Yin'er snorted coldly, and was about to attack a fierce ghost that was approaching, but unexpectedly the grave soil under her feet loosened, trapping her.

"Oops, careless!"

He Yin'er originally thought that after the death of the Pharaoh, the tombs controlled by him would return to their original state, but unexpectedly, this part of the tombs had been separated into separate individuals. After the death of the controller, what was ushered in was not a return. , but the recovery is out of control.

The out-of-control grave soil was even more terrifying. In the blink of an eye, it was all over He Yin'er's mouth and nose, and the rancid, muddy smell was smeared all over his body.Almost subconsciously, she stretched out her hand upwards, like the instinct of a drowning person asking for help.

Tang Long immediately used Ghost Domain to fly over, grabbed her hand and pulled her upwards. This time it actually worked. He Yin'er's originally sinking body was actually lifted up a little.

Because this part of the tomb soil is divided, the supernatural beings buried in it are limited, so Tang Long's quota for suppressing the ghost is still there, but as the tomb soil continues to revive and connect with the large area of ​​​​grave soil under his feet, he wants to put people in it again. To pull him out of the grave, he must have a terrifying power that exceeds the sum of all the supernatural beings buried in the grave, even if he adds all the ghosts he has on hand.

"Strange, am I... going to die?"

He Yin'er was in a trance for a while. The attack came so fast that she couldn't even react. The suffocation and supernatural coverage made her gradually lose consciousness. The only thing she could realize was the warm hand holding her tightly.

Now she suddenly understood why Tang Long would risk everything to save his compatriots who suffered supernatural attacks. It turned out that it felt so good to have such a hand holding her tightly when she was desperate.

"But idiot, don't continue, I will drag you down with me."

Just like she gave up on Ye Zhen at that time, He Yin'er, who was also a ghost controller, still had the upper hand with her reason. She used her last strength to try to shake off Tang Long's hand to prevent him from being implicated in her grave.

You must know that Tang Long's name is genuine. Once it is contaminated with grave soil, he will definitely be attacked and will not be spared.

She felt that as she struggled, Tang Long not only did not let go, but tightened his grip, and an unprecedented emotion arose in her heart for no reason, but before she had time to think about it...

"clang--!"

The deafening sound of the pendulum clock rang, and He Yin'er felt as if she was in a trance, and then returned to the ground.

Large-scale restart!
Before she could react, she saw Tang Long rushing over from afar, taking her into his arms and flying into the sky to escape the attack range of the tomb.

"Fa, what happened?"

Restarting the pendulum clock will not cause people to lose their memory, so He Yin'er is even more confused.

"You were attacked by grave soil. I had to use some means to fish you out." The pendulum clock's large-scale restart time is 30 minutes. Tang Long doesn't need that much. He only needs to adjust the time to when He Yin'er is buried. It's enough before the earth swallows it up.

"Crack—!"

At this moment, it was the moment when Pharaoh's head was cut off by Brother Li. His eyes widened and his expression was full of unwillingness.

"Damn it... After completing this mission, I could become a priest and be closer to that Lord..."

His head fell heavily to the ground. This time, the king codenamed "Pharaoh" could no longer attack anyone.

"It looks like it's over." At this time, the other three people also completely suppressed the evil ghost released by the Pharaoh. Upon seeing this, Tang Long also let go of He Yin'er.

The girl felt a sense of loss for no reason, but she quickly shook her head and adjusted her mentality: "What needs to be done next."

"He jumped out on purpose to attract our attention. It must be to cover what his accomplices are doing." Tang Long said decisively, "Everyone search separately! There must be people from the King's organization here, and they must not be allowed to escape!"

"Yes!"

Everyone started immediately, and soon found two ghost masters who had not had time to escape next to a closed blood formation in the corner.

Without talking nonsense to them, Tang Long directly let Brother Li's ghost invade his memory. If there was a living person, there would be no need to use memories.

"So, there are a total of ten S-class ghosts, nine of which have been sent away." Through the memories of this group of people, Tang Long soon discovered what the Pharaoh was desperately trying to protect.

"But unfortunately, your actions are too slow." He threw the Wang family's pendulum clock again.

There is a terrible corpse inside the pendulum clock. The corpse's fingers will constantly move the hour hand of the pendulum clock, causing the pendulum clock's own time to constantly change and not be in the normal flow of time.

The way to restart it is to turn the corpse's neck. Turning the corpse's neck ninety degrees means restarting for half an hour. If you want to restart in less time, you only need to adjust the angle.

But in any case, the corpse's neck must not be turned 180 degrees, because it can indeed restart for an hour, but the consequence is that the evil ghost will revive, and the pendulum clock can no longer trap the corpse.

Between half an hour and one hour, there is a probability of recovery. The longer the restart time, the greater the probability of recovery.

In short, there is no risk in restarting for half an hour, otherwise the pendulum clock would not have been so stable from the Republic of China to the present, and has never gone wrong.

In other words, in front of Tang Long, escaping within half an hour is useless.

"Be prepared, I will restart for 25 minutes and completely leave behind these people who transport ghosts!"

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