Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 111 Entering the Weird Painting
The world is actually really weird, this is undeniable.

As the default savior, Yang Jian can be killed by him at any time.

But he is the savior, the being who is entrusted with hope. Every time he sees Yang Jian, a sentence will appear in his mind.

When the world calls out your name, that’s when the supernatural ends.

This sentence appears very frequently, and it turns out that Yang Jian also did it.

But just because he did it, he felt surprised.

Ghost eyes, ghost shadows, ghost dreams, ghost hands, ghost lakes, hatchets, coffin nails, the curse of the music box...

With these, a captain was created, plus a little starving ghost, a Yang Jian was created.

A Yang Jian who ended his supernatural recovery.

This feels very sloppy.

"When the world calls out your name, it will be the end of the supernatural world. Such a loud tone..."

"Is this a prophecy? Is it talking about the guy named Yang Jian?"

Ye Zhen turned his head and looked at Yu Zhile, who was lying on the railing, blowing the river breeze.

"Who knows?"

Yu Zhile bent down to pick up a stone and gently threw it into the water.

"Maybe in the future, he, you and I will be the three strongest heroes. That's also possible."

Uh……

Ye Zhen subconsciously thought of a sentence in his mind, do you also want to dance?
Ye Zhen shook his head quickly. These three heroes were not very good and felt something would happen.

"You think highly of him."

"He deserves it."

Yu Zhile looked up at the sky and saw that the time was almost up.

People gradually appeared next to the river in the suburbs.

The two young men standing next to the abandoned guardrail looked up.

Two middle-aged people, a woman and a young man, unexpectedly bumped into each other.

Zhang Xianguang, Nie Yingping, He Yin'er, Yang Jian.

A total of four people.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright, and the four of them looked at the two with some surprise in their eyes.

"Just us?" Zhang Xianguang looked at the thin sword with a gold scabbard on Ye Zhen's waist, and his eyes flashed slightly.

"Why panic? Some people don't dare to run into us now."

Yu Zhile tugged at the collar of his windbreaker, then straightened up.

He Yin'er walked over and thought for a while before saying, "That woman was taken away by him."

She pointed at Zhang Xianguang and said.

"Don't get me wrong, this is not a calculation, it's just an accident. I didn't expect that she would meet you." Zhang Xianguang reached out to cover his forehead helplessly, "Well, you can talk to her when you have time and solve the problem."

"What are you afraid of? Liu Qingqing is just Liu Qingqing, she will not be Zhang Youhong." Yu Zhile said calmly.

Zhang Xianguang thought for a moment and nodded, "I am worrying too much."

Nie Yingping looked at Zhang Xianguang who nodded, his eyes twinkling slightly.

The exchange between the two made Yang Jian, Ye Zhen and even He Yin'er feel confused.

But Yang Jian remembered the two names that came out of Yu Zhile's mouth.

I also remembered the faces of everyone present.

"Yang Jian, Ye Zhen, Zhang Xianguang, Nie Yingping, He Yin'er, as for me, you all know me."

Yu Zhile pointed to several people in turn and reported their names one by one.

Several people looked at each other, with some strange emotions in their eyes.

"How sure are you?"

Zhang Xianguang walked to Yu Zhile's side and asked.

"It depends on luck then."

Yu Zhile said indifferently.

"But don't worry, I've found a way out anyway, and it won't affect you too much."

Yu Zhile's assurance made Zhang Xianguang relieved.

"As long as you are sensible, just tell me what you need me to do."

As long as Yu Zhile said that he had found a way out, he could put his heart in his stomach.

If Yu Zhile doesn't want to die, then he won't die.

This was something he knew the first time he saw him, a very strange feeling.

Yu Zhile nodded, but he was not in a hurry, "I suggest you not bring the human skin paper with you, otherwise I'm afraid you won't wake up."

When Yang Jian heard this, he was not surprised at all, "I gave it to Zhang Wei."

“Nice choice.”

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Nie, your purpose is very simple. Just kill anyone you meet abroad."

"He Yin'er, please cooperate with them and be careful yourself."

"Ye Zhen, pay attention to a person, a ghost to be precise. I told you the killing rules of that ghost. Just hold him back. Don't worry about the ghost boy."

Yu Zhile's expression became solemn, and he arranged the main purpose of several people after entering the ghost painting.

"Yang Jian, after you wake up, you can come and take a look if you are interested. Of course, forget it if you don't."

Yang Jian shook his head, "I still won't look at it."

Are you kidding me? Go watch?

What to look at?
Watch ghosts and eat ghosts, watch ghosts kill people, watch ghosts kill ghosts?
It is estimated that he became one of them just by taking one look.

The sky is blue, and there are no paper cranes on the ghost mirror.

Some are just a piece of black cloth.

Yang Chen took the mirror covered with black cloth and looked Yu Zhile up and down.

"How did you put down this mirror?"

Yang Jian asked curiously.

Yu Zhile said nothing, glanced at Yang Jian, and walked past him.

Then, a strange scene occurred.

Everyone present narrowed their eyes and stared at Yu Zhile, who was behaving strangely.

They watched Yu Zhile squatting slightly on the ground, tilting his head, nodding from time to time, as if listening to others.

The strange behavior made Yang Jian slightly shocked.

Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping frowned slightly, not understanding what was going on.

He Yin'er glanced at the expressions of several people. Among them, Ye Zhen was the calmest.

"Do you know what's going on?"

He Yin'er asked.

"I don't know." Ye Zhen said calmly.

"..."

He Yin'er was speechless, don't you know?

Then why do you look calm?
I thought you knew.

Yu Zhile nodded again, then reached out to take something and stood up.

"Everyone, let's start."

After speaking, he raised his hand and struck it in the air.

Something weird happened.

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, and he looked around. The world around him was rapidly falling with paper dust, and a pale tone appeared strangely, replacing the world around him.

Almost instantly, his ghost eyes popped up, but just as soon as they came out, they retracted.

ghost!
They were being pulled into the midst of an extremely terrifying ghost.

Yang Jian's expression changed completely. Without any hesitation, he took out a red candle and lit it without hesitation.

The candle was lit, emitting a faint green light. The moment the candle was lit, Yang Jian extinguished it.

Taking advantage of this gap, his ghost eyes opened again, and the scarlet ghost eyes suddenly opened, leading Yang Jian away from here.

Ye Zhen looked at this scene, his eyes flickered slightly, there was something about this Yang Jian.

Yu Zhile glanced at Yang Jian who had disappeared without caring. He walked up to He Yin'er, reached out and put a white rose that only he could see in He Yin'er's hair.

He Yin'er frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"

The surrounding scenery is undergoing extremely strange changes.

They were breaking away from reality, and Guixiao was directly suppressed.

The surrounding scenery and world became abstract and strange, as if they were walking into a painting.

Zhang Xianguang looked up at the paper dust floating in the sky, and a familiar supernatural force appeared.

He turned to look at Yu Zhile.

"It's all the same, isn't it?" Yu Zhile grinned.

Zhang Xianguang lowered his head slightly, thought for a while and nodded, it was indeed the same.

In that case, bet on a big one.

It’s done, He Yuelian doesn’t want it anymore.

There's nothing to lose if it doesn't work out.

He Yin'er raised her hand and touched her hair. She could vaguely feel something on her head.

But I can't feel it.

This feeling is very strange, just like the sound before, it can be vaguely heard, but cannot be seen or touched.

"What did you put on your head?"

The surrounding environment is changing rapidly, and paper dust is floating in the air.

Their clothes were stained with large amounts of paper dust.

This was Zhang Xianguang's first time entering ghost painting.

In the past, I could reach the ghost painting in the blink of an eye.

This is the first time I have been slowly drawn into a ghost painting.

This is very interesting.

"It's nothing, just a flower." Yu Zhile looked up at the sky that was gradually becoming gray.

Paper dust falls without money, and the strange scene makes people feel solemn.

This is a ghost painted by a ghost, and it is on its way.

When you enter the ghost painting, the first thing you lose is the ghost.

To fight inside, you can only use your feet to escape.

He has a special attraction for ghost paintings. Compared with others, he has the highest priority for ghost paintings.

When he triggers Gui Hua's killing pattern, Gui Hua will directly abandon others and come towards him.

Especially after using that flower.

That flower is a painting and a pen.

Use it to write or draw, and what you draw and write are ghost paintings.

Anyone who sees it will forcibly trigger the ghost painting's killing pattern.

Of course, the premise is that you can see it.

So this is also the reason why they are already being pulled in by Gui Hua even before they arrive.

"Flower?" He Yin'er frowned, "What kind of supernatural object is it?"

"Well, a pretty good supernatural item." Yu Zhile nodded slightly.

He Yin'er didn't say anything more, just reached out and stroked her hair again.

Still nothing was touched, this supernatural object was very strange.

She didn't ask what it was, nor what Yu Zhile had done just now.

She just believed in this man who wanted to kill her at any time.

The world has completely changed, and a strange city has emerged like a mirage.

Reality is fading away quickly, and ghost paintings are about to enter.

From a very far distance, Yang Jian looked at the people who were gradually becoming illusive, with solemnity in his eyes.

"Is this a ghost painting?"

"It's really scary. They suppress the ghosts when they come up."

The horror of the ghost paintings made Yang Jian further realize how strange and permeable the subsequent confrontation inside would be.

A foreign king, an S-level ghost, and unexplainable supernatural events.

These may not be too unusual in there.

Several people disappeared completely, but the environment did not recover, but became more serious.

The gray in the sky became thicker.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank when he saw this scene.

The ghost paintings remain in Dachang City!

"The supernatural incident mentioned on the human skin paper is the ghost painting incident?"

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, and before the ghost painting spread, he directly activated the ghost and left here.

Dachang City is in danger.

Yang Jian left, he was going to hang himself in the safe house he prepared.

As Yang Jian left, another person came here.

He was carrying a dark coffin and looking at the world filled with paper dust in front of him.

"I hope you do what you say."

The man murmured to himself, and a person loomed behind him, always following him.

The man exhaled and felt his current body that was full of supernatural beings.

There was some disgust in his eyes, it was this kind of thing that made him lose his family.

But now he must use this thing to revive his family.

The man carried a coffin worth [-] million and walked towards that strange world without hesitation.

Soon, the man disappeared into the gray world.

The ghost painting has finally arrived and is standing outside Dachang City.

But all that can be seen are the Ghost Controller and the satellites in the sky.

So the headquarters exploded.

Zhao Jianguo anxiously arranged for the operator to contact Yang Jian and Zhao Kaiming to determine the situation.

But the phone couldn't get through anyway.

"What's going on? Don't tell me that these two people are involved?"

"Check and see where the two of them are based on their satellite positioning!"

Zhao Jianguo wiped his face and quickly made arrangements. Then he picked up his personal mobile phone and dialed a number after hesitating for a while.

He had a hunch that the mysterious incident in Dachang City was caused by the owner of this number.

Zhao Jianguo took a deep breath, expecting the call to be answered.

But unfortunately, there is no way to get through because the other party is not in the service area.

Just like the previous call, no one answered.

No one answered before, but now it is out of service area.

Zhao Jianguo couldn't imagine what the gap between the two meant.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Jianguo left the wiring room directly.

The headquarters started moving again, again because of something caused by one person.

……

There is a locust tree full of locust flowers in Huai Village. A middle-aged man looked at the white flowers on the tree with a livid face.

"They are all bitches, they are all against me..."

"In that case, don't blame me."

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of evil, and he turned and left the tree full of locust flowers.

foreign.

"It's weird, I feel Alice's sister in the painting."

A thin, polite man in a suit turned his head to look at Alice next to him in surprise.

Alice turned her strange eyes to look at the thin man.

"It seems that Mr. Yu has entered ghost painting, which is really interesting."

"Is Mr. Yu planning to rob ghost paintings from us?"

A dry, strange, and penetrating laughter came from the throat of a short man wearing a clown costume.

One of the kings, the clown.

He leaned on the sofa and played with a dagger, with a weird smile on his face.

Several people around looked at the clown calmly.

"No...the source of the ghost paintings is leaving!"

The face of the first person who spoke just now changed slightly, and then the skinny man disappeared directly from the spot.

The smile on the clown's face was a little stiff, and the expressions of other people in the room changed.

"It seems that Mr. Painter is going to be in trouble." The clown stopped smiling and his expression turned grim.

There weren't many people in the room, just a few.

But they are all kings.

"Today's reception banquet for Mr. Fang may be postponed."

The preacher stood up and glanced at everyone.

"Joker, Killer, Alice, pallbearer, the four of you go help the painter."

"The ghost painting is the key to whether the captain can land at the headquarters quietly."

"There is no room for loss."

"No problem, I'm willing to help." The clown stood up and bowed gracefully.

The killer nodded expressionlessly.

Alice said nothing, but nodded.

A man who always stood with his hands raised and a lifeless expression said dryly, "Okay."

The missionary nodded, "Then I will wait here for your return. The owner of the garden and I will assist you."

"The ghost on Yu Zhile's body is very important, and the ghost paintings are also very important. The captain is very interested in it."

Hearing this, the clown showed a strange smile, "Just in time, I also want to catch up with Mr. Yu."

Previously, because of that old guy, none of them dared to take action, otherwise Yu Zhile would die.

Mr. Yu is really not strong.

The rest had no opinion.

The missionary looked calm and looked at the paintings left by the painter on the wall, with strong ambition in his eyes.

The four people quickly entered the ghost painting from the painting.

The missionary and the owner of the manor were out assisting.

The clown, the coffin bearer, the twins, the killer, and the four kings cooperated with the painter to control the ghost painting and kill Yu Zhile at the same time.

This can lose?
The missionaries didn't believe they would lose. There was no old antique who could save Yu Zhile this time.

In Dajing City, an old man stood outside the gate of the capital, with vicissitudes and helplessness in his eyes, but there was still a little excitement hidden in his eyes.

It has been so many years since there has been a person whose words and deeds can change the future.

Now it appears that the king who was not supposed to die this time is dead, and the future that should not have appeared appears today.

He, Yu Zhile, was the first to kill four kings for them this time.

Create a path for future captains.

"The future will change because of you." The old man suddenly smiled, a smile that showed hope.

"I saw a woman carrying a coffin. The person inside the coffin was the Lord of the Underworld..."

"Haha, that's great!"

The old man smiled heartily and was very pleased.

　There has been a power outage for the past two days. Yesterday I went to dig sweet potatoes in the fields and basked in the sun all afternoon. When I got home, I felt so sleepy that my brain became confused.

　　Sorry, I took leave yesterday and will make up for it today. There will be another update tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)