Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 112 Cheating the Clown to Death
Yu Zhile hopes that one day, he will say to someone, "Hello, my name is Yu Zhile."

Then who will laugh sincerely after hearing this sentence.

In a supernatural land, a gray ghost invaded a place guarded by countless old antiques.

An attic with red lanterns was pushed away by a pair of dry hands.

A gray ghost appeared outside the attic.

The mummy bride, wearing a red wedding dress, walked out of the attic and walked into the ghost land that belonged to her.

The lantern in the attic swayed, and the red light flickered slightly, as if sending off a beautiful lady who was leaving.

As the beauty was shrouded in gray, the gray quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared in this terrifying land.

In an old house, an old man with gray hair had shining eyes and a smile on his lips.

……

Today's ghost painting is very lively, at least much more lively than before.

"Look, that thing is the wife my grandfather found for me. Do you think my grandfather treats me well?"

Yu Zhile pointed to a patch of sky in the distance. On the horizon, a woman with a blurry face in white clothes and a gray face rushed towards this direction quickly.

Behind Huimeng, a thin man held a candle with a gold base and quickly chased after him.

Ye Zhen looked up at the strange woman whose face could not be seen clearly, and touched her chin, "Ye feels that your grandpa is quite a nice person, but he may not have considered whether your family will be extinct."

He Yin'er looked at the woman, who was obviously the source of the ghost painting, and fell into silence.

Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping were both stunned. They looked at the ghost paintings and then at Yu Zhile, and sympathy appeared in their eyes.

This baby is too miserable.

Yu Zhile grinned and seemed very happy, but he didn't know whether he was happy that his wife came to look for him as soon as he came in, or he was happy that his wife knew to look for him after being bullied.

No one knows this.

"It's not impossible to be Ning Caichen." Zhang Xianguang said after being silent for a while.

Nie Yingping nodded, "Indeed, I think that's fine. She's fair, beautiful and has long legs. She's rich, beautiful and powerful. She's so white, rich and beautiful. She's so weak."

"..."

He Yin'er's mouth twitched uncontrollably after hearing what the two said.

Stab it~!

Ye Zhen moved his neck, and then suddenly pulled out the thin sword at his waist.

He saw a man, a very tall man.

That man made him feel disgusted.

"Ye Zhen, don't worry, go and contain the ghost painting first. The foreign kings, let's come."

Yu Zhile pressed Ye Zhen's sword-holding hand and squinted at the four people appearing in the distance.

After the skinny man, four people appeared again.

A woman who looks like a porcelain doll, and a short man wearing clown makeup.

An old man with his hands always raised, and a middle-aged man holding a short knife with a cold and dead expression.

Twins, clowns, killers, pallbearers.

Four kings, and the skinny man, the painter, five kings.

Overseas, it seems that ghost paintings are inevitable.

Ye Zhen frowned, thought for a while and nodded.

The next moment, the blue ghosts spread out and quickly covered the surrounding area.

Ye Zhen seemed to be flashing, disappearing and disappearing as he rushed towards the ghost painting.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping were stunned, "Can he drive a ghost?"

Yu Zhile thought for a moment and understood the reason, "He replaced the suppression of the ghost painting with the sword I gave him."

He Yin'er was shocked, is this okay?

Is this guy that strong?

"Being a scapegoat is indeed not an easy task." Zhang Xianguang commented sincerely.

"I'll kill one for you. You don't have to worry about that doll woman. You can't kill her. She's not a threat. I'll kill the clown in 1 minute at most."

"After killing me, I'm going to do my own thing."

"Try to be careful."

As he spoke, Yu Zhile glanced at He Yin'er, was silent for a while and said, "Please keep an eye on her, she is slow to summon spirits."

"Easy to say." Zhang Xianguang took out the machete from his waist.

Nie Yingping tidied his clothes.

Yu Zhile nodded, "Grandma said, be nice to women, especially you. Grandma admires you very much, but it's a pity that she can't see you."

"???" He Yin'er had a question mark on his face.

"Where do you come from, grandma?"

Yu Zhile shrugged, "I was born with it, don't you?"

He Yin'er stopped talking, she didn't want to talk anymore.

Yu Zhile said no more, and a cold aura began to emit from his body.

His body gradually became moist, and a cold aura emerged.

There were water droplets on his clothes, a little at first, but more and more in the end.

These water droplets fell on the ground and quickly formed a small puddle.

As the puddle appeared, the flesh and blood on Yu Zhile's chest separated strangely.

A beautiful face appeared in the eyes of several people.

Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping looked at that face, beautiful, very beautiful, incredibly beautiful.

Zhang Xianguang had seen this face before. It was He Yuelian's face, a face he had made with his own hands.

Now, the true source of that face appears.

The face appeared, and a corpse chopped into three pieces was thrown out by the face.

The three of them looked at the corpse. It was a ghost, but the level of horror was very low.

It cannot be said that this ghost is useless here, but it is really useless.

They were a little curious about what Yu Zhile was going to use this ghost for.

Thump~!

The three body parts fell into the puddle without any splash.

Yu Zhile stared straight at the puddle, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, he reached out and reached into the puddle, caught the ghost who had just fallen in, and then imprisoned him again in Facebook.

After doing all this, Yu Zhile seemed to feel much more relaxed.

"Is this the right thing? What's the point of being so scary?"

Yu Zhile muttered, and a darkness spread out from his body and quickly spread into the distance.

Zhang Xianguang, Nie Yingping, and He Yin'er looked at Yu Zhile with blank expressions.

No, how can you drive Guixiao?

"Would you like me to give you a ride?"

The ghosts quickly enveloped several people, and they were now in a city, a city built with ghost paintings.

Still a long way from those kings.

The black ghosts turned into a black line in the air and headed straight for the kings who were chasing the ghost paintings.

"How did you do it?" Zhang Xianguang asked in surprise.

The remaining two people stared at Yu Zhile, waiting for his answer.

"The ghost's ability just now is to deceive people, but the level of terror is very low, which means that it cannot deceive ghosts who are too scary."

"The ability of Guihu is learning. I put the deceitful ghost into Guihu, and Guihu has the ability of ghost to deceive people."

"The ghost lake is more terrifying than the deceiving ghost, so it can deceive very scary ghosts."

"So, I lied to the ghost in me that the ghost was not suppressed, and that was it."

Yu Zhile explained casually.

The corners of the three people's mouths twitched as they listened to Yu Zhile's explanation. Three words instantly appeared in their minds. Is this okay?

"You have great ideas." Zhang Xianguang nodded stiffly.

"Where are you going? You'll know later." Yu Zhile's eyes were full of murderous intent. With the deceitful ghost's killing rules, he could do more than just trick ghosts.

The king in the distance suddenly stopped.

The painter hesitated for a while and then stopped. He looked up and looked at the ghost monster that slammed into the source of the ghost painting, with some doubts in his eyes.

How did this person open the ghost?
And how did this person open the ghost?
Four men appeared in front of the kings.

Zhang Xianguang, Nie Yingping, Yu Zhile, He Yiner.

Four versus five, the odds of winning seemed slim.

He Yin'er looked at the five strange guys opposite him, hesitated for a moment, then retreated behind Zhang Xianguang, and began to summon the spirits.

"Dear Mr. Yu, we meet again, how are you?" The clown's dry laughter sounded, and he looked at the four people who suddenly appeared with fear in his eyes.

At this moment, Yu Zhile was dripping wet and looked like he was about to wake up.

"Not bad, I didn't get eaten by those mouths, are you disappointed?" Yu Zhile also showed a smile.

"How could it be? I can hope that Mr. Yu will live well, so why would I want you to die? Mr. Yu's behavior really hurts my heart." The clown looked sad, as if he had been hurt by Yu Zhile . "Is that so? I really misunderstood you." Yu Zhile said apologetically, but suddenly asked a question, "Our dear Mr. Clown, can I ask you a question?"

The clown was slightly startled, but after thinking about it, he nodded, "Mr. Yu, please tell me."

"Excuse me, Mr. Clown, do you know that you are actually dead?" Yu Zhile's question stunned everyone present.

The clown was the first to be stunned.

Then he reacted, "Mr. Yu, what are you talking about? Aren't I just fine here? How could I be dead?"

"No, you are already dead, but you have forgotten. Do you want to stop thinking about it?" Yu Zhile shook his head and looked at the clown sincerely.

The clown frowned slightly, as if there was something extra in his mind, something he had forgotten.

But he couldn't remember it. The more he thought about it, the less he could remember it.

Subconsciously, he had already begun to think about something he had forgotten.

And when he thought about it, the pupils of everyone present shrank.

At this moment, the clown suddenly felt cold and cold, and corruption was rapidly growing in his body.

A corpse odor quietly emerged, and the clown's expression gradually turned deadly.

An aura that only ghosts possess gradually appears and is rapidly replacing the aura belonging to clowns.

It was a breath called deathly silence, a breath that only existed on the dead.

The Joker is dying!

"Joker! Wake up!"

The painter whispered.

The clown raised his head and looked at the painter in confusion, "What's wrong? Mr. Painter?"

Seeing this scene, the painter's pupils shrank and his heart skipped a beat.

"Look at yourself!"

When the clown heard this, he seemed to finally react. He quickly checked his body, his heart suddenly sank, and he quickly began to suppress the ghost's recovery.

"It's too late." Yu Zhile looked at the clown coldly.

As if to make an announcement, Xiao Xiao suddenly stopped, and the look in his eyes completely disappeared.

He just stood there, the coldness spreading rapidly towards the surroundings.

The four kings quickly moved away from the clown.

Stab it~!

A dry hand strangely stretched out from the clown's chest and grabbed the clown's face.

With a stabbing sound, the clown's face covered in makeup was torn off.

Dark red granulations drooped down.

Thump~!

The Joker fell to the ground.

The clown is dead, due to the ghost's resurrection.

"What did you do?" The painter looked at Yu Zhile solemnly.

"I didn't do anything, I just lied to him." Yu Zhile said lightly.

"cheat?"

"Yes, it was a lie. I lied to him that he was already dead. I lied to him that the evil spirit in him was not silent. I lied to him that the evil spirit had revived, and then he died."

"This man really doesn't cheat." Yu Zhile shook his head, not paying attention to the increasingly moist body on his body.

When he uses the ability of the deceiving ghost, he is actually using the supernatural power of the ghost lake.

Only Ghost Lake can trick an alien to death.

The painter was silent, the killer's eyes narrowed slightly, and the coffin bearer looked at Yu Zhile curiously.

"Look? Be careful if I lie to you. The coffin has already landed." Yu Zhile suddenly raised his head and looked at the coffin bearers.

The expression of the coffin bearer changed slightly, "You...how do you know."

Dry, as if there is sand in the throat, and then the sound is made.

At this moment, Yu Zhile's danger level was raised to the highest level by him.

"Alice." The painter glanced at the doll-like woman.

Alice didn't speak, and her figure suddenly disappeared, along with the clown's body.

Yu Zhile didn't move, just looked at it, and then he said, "Do you think it was really Mr. Clown's body that she took away?"

"If so, then whose body is standing next to me?"

Yu Zhile pointed to his side, and he didn't know when the clown's body was standing next to him.

"What did Alice take away?" The cold voice of the killer, who had never spoken, sounded.

"What else could it be? Of course it's a ghost, a ghost that has fully recovered and is temporarily killing people erratically." Yu Zhile said.

The killer's expression became sinister.

The painter's face was not very pretty, and the coffin bearer's eyes turned slightly.

What the hell is this Yu Zhile?

"I died once. It was not a clown, it was a ghost, controlled by Yu Zhile." Alice reappeared, her expression still the same as before, but the gloominess on her body became a little lighter.

At this moment, the four of them felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping looked at each other, thinking in their hearts, what is the meaning of their being here?
He Yin'er was still there calling for spirits.

"Oh, I'll go." A young man fell from the sky and fell straight to the ground.

The young man held the rusty sword and touched his head. The rot on his body was quickly eliminated.

He looked around and said softly, "Huh? Why haven't you started fighting yet?"

Yu Zhile looked at Ye Zhen who had fallen, and looked up not far away, "I'm thinking about a question, you fought with Gui Hua, Gui Hua couldn't possibly hit you, right? How did you fall?"

A supernatural confrontation is not a physical fight, so how could Gui Hua slap Ye Zhen away?
He was puzzled.

"Ahem, I'm disappointed. I didn't look at the road while I was walking, and I accidentally fell down. You hit yours, and Ye hit Ye's." Ye Zhen was a little embarrassed, stood up, patted his clothes, unfolded the ghost mask and faced the ghost again. Hua rushed over.

Before leaving, he struck a sword directly at the killer.

The killer's expression suddenly changed. In his sight, a rusty thin sword appeared, slashing straight towards him.

Alice stood in front of the killer without any hesitation.

The next moment, Alice's body split into two halves.

Alice's body disappeared in the blink of an eye, then reappeared, continuing to block the killer's way.

After repeating this for more than ten times, the rusty sword no longer appeared.

The killer looked up into the distance with lingering fear. Who is this guy?

"It's enough food."

"Old Zhang, I'll leave them to you. I'll take care of the clown. By the way, be careful of the cane and the voice. That's the manor owner and missionary who are supporting you outside. They are also aliens."

Yu Zhile patted Zhang Xianguang's shoulder and rushed towards the city with the clown's body.

After taking care of the aliens that could threaten consciousness, Zhang Xianguang and the others would feel much more relaxed.

He just talked so much nonsense and bought enough time.

He Yin'er succeeded in summoning the souls, and they all died.

He specifically asked He Yin'er to summon Zhang Daoling first, and then Li Qingzhi.

This time no matter what, I must keep all these kings here.

He was going to find the coffin and forcefully close the ghost painting's entrance and exit.

As long as he finds the non-existent coffin, Ye Zhen can take his hand away.

The king will die soon, very soon.

"These kings are so weak, why do future captains have so much trouble dealing with them?"

"I really don't understand, how weak is a king who can even cheat me to death?"

Yu Zhile muttered something and then disappeared.

Zhang Xianguang smiled and said, "This kid has no idea about his own strength."

Nie Yingping shook his head, "Why do I feel that he always feels that he is weak? Why is this? Who gave him the illusion?"

"Who else could it be? My father's old antiques. Since he became a ghost controller until now, most of the people he has encountered are old antiques. If it were me, I would feel that I am weak, not that those old antiques are too strong. ." Zhang Xianguang said helplessly.

"That's true." Nie Yingping nodded strangely.

"I haven't done anything for a long time. I can't be embarrassed this time. If I die here, I will probably be laughed at by that kid for the rest of my life." Zhang Xianguang said, raising his knife and slashing at the king who always raised his hands.

The expression of the coffin bearer suddenly became solemn, and he suddenly put down his hand.

Stab it~!

A crack appeared, and something invisible resisted Zhang Xianguang's attack.

"This coffin is interesting." Zhang Xianguang became interested and raised the knife again.

The expression of the coffin bearer changed slightly.

The killer hesitated for a while, then quickly ran towards Zhang Xianguang. The painter took out a painting and pressed it directly to the ground.

Alice, one of the twins, silently helped her teammates endure the damage.

The confrontation begins.

(End of this chapter)