Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 114 The Death of the King

The world of ghost paintings is infinite.

Theoretically speaking, the ghost paintings of ghosts can encompass the entire world, and there is even a lot of space.

The killing pattern of ghost paintings is memories. As long as you recall ghost paintings, ghost paintings will appear around you.

According to this killing rule, as long as there is one person in the world who is recalling ghost paintings, the ghost paintings of ghost paintings will directly encompass the whole world.

This is a very scary thing.

But if someone masters ghost painting, it will be different.

The controlled ghost paintings and ghost paintings can be opened independently.

From this, the Taoyuan Project was born.

At this moment, in this city that does not belong to the living, a child wearing a shroud with blue and black skin is walking quickly on the street.

The child's dark pupils rolled as if he were extremely curious about everything.

Its two short legs ran very fast, and suddenly, it stopped.

Stopped in front of a small building.

It tilted its head slightly, a little confused, but then it ran straight in.

After a while, frightened screams sounded inside.

The lights on the roadside flickered slightly, and a middle-aged man carrying a coffin frowned and looked at the small building in the distance.

"Is it hiding from me?"

From the moment he entered the city, the ghost behind him felt the little thing.

I quickly asked him to follow it, but the strange thing was that he was chasing it and it was running. It would stop occasionally, but only for a while, and then continue running.

But it won't go out of town, just like it can't go out of town.

Extremely eccentric.

"Is Yu Zhile restraining this ghost?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and had no intention of chasing the little starving ghost anymore.

He identified the direction and hurried towards the center of the city.

But suddenly he stopped, his expression changed suddenly, and he quickly hid in an alley.

"Damn it, why is this thing in a ghost painting!"

Zhao Kaiming had a gloomy face, slightly sticking his head out, looking at a mummified bride in wedding clothes walking towards the center of the city, feeling a little heavy.

This ghost is here, and only the ghost can know what will happen next.

"No wonder it's so crazy and wants to come in no matter what."

Zhao Kaiming's expression was uncertain. He knew about the mummy bride. The ghost had said so.

But what it says is that the Mummy Bride may or may not come, it all depends on the person who caused it all.

Now the mummy bride is here, and as expected it was Yu Zhile who did it.

"They're all madmen." Zhao Kaiming cursed lowly and stuck his head out to check again. After confirming that the mummy bride had left, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left in the other direction.

Not long after Zhao Kaiming left, a child of about eight or nine years old, wearing a shroud and with black skin all over his body, suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, looking at the alley curiously.

It seemed that it didn't find anything, so it turned around and continued running in the city, holding a man's head in its hand, dripping with blood, and the white brain was exposed.

If Zhao Kaiming saw this scene, he would only feel horrified.

Because this child didn't look like this before. Before, he only looked like a four or five-year-old child, but now he looks like a seven or eight-year-old child.

The ghost grew again.

In room 707, a battle is about to begin.

Yu Zhile, who looked like a bride, closed the door of the room, and just like that, a few strangers appeared in the snow-white room.

They do not belong to this room, and the colors on them are desecrating the sanctity of this room all the time.

This room is too clean and too white.

When Yu Zhile stepped into the room, he wanted to check whether his shoes were clean, or whether he should take off his shoes before stepping on the floor.

Standing in this room, Yu Zhile felt very uncomfortable, not because there was an old antique here, but simply because of Bai Jie here.

Yu Zhile let out a breath and subsided the pitiful guilt deep in his heart.

The skirt of the bride beside him was swaying slightly, and in the lake at his feet, there was a woman in white standing with him.

Ghost Lake, Ghost Bride.

Behind him, the murderer remained motionless and expressionless.

The ghost in mourning clothes who possesses twelve kinds of killing patterns and is already S-level in terror is still the same as before.

The ghost holding a rusty sword stood next to him, and the tunic suit he wore looked very good.

At the door of the room, there was a ghost whose whole body was blood red, covered with creeping scars, and seven small holes on his body. He looked extremely irritable at the moment.

It seemed as if it saw Yu Zhile betraying the deal with it.

That deal to find seven red grass spikes.

for a period of three months.

Less than a month has passed now.

But looking at the situation, it seems that he has no intention of fulfilling the deal.

Compared to the violent behavior of the ghost named Wu Jun on human skin, Yu Zhile seemed very calm.

He looked at the empty room and thought for a moment. The ghost lake quickly covered the entire room.

A terrifying ghost filled the room.

A strange smell of old incense being burned appeared.

The moment this strange smell appeared, blood suddenly began to ooze from the originally white walls of the room.

The smell filled the air, and the room turned blood red in the blink of an eye.

There are many more things in the room.

A blood-red coffin, an offering table, and a memorial tablet placed on the coffin.

The room was filled with many things, tables and benches, flowers and potted plants.

But without exception they are all red.

Yu Zhile narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the coffin.

There is no name, no portrait on the coffin, it is completely blank.

There are tributes on the table, apples, oranges and some wedding candies.

A few sticks of red incense are still burning, with two-thirds of them remaining.

Gui Hu has not been suppressed, which means that he has not triggered the killing pattern of the old antique in the coffin.

This is not all good news.

Yu Zhile looked around. The weird layout, weird colors, and many things contained supernatural beings. They were all supernatural items.

"Although Li Gui was not split up, arrangements were still made."

"Scary old thing."

Yu Zhile knew that he would not be able to withstand any next attack.

One time was enough to kill him.

Although he looks fierce now, he is actually a crispy guy with high attack and zero defense.

If you touch it, you will die. Of course, the other side will have the same result.

"One set will last for a second. If it doesn't last for a second, I will die."

Yu Zhile exhaled and stretched out his hand slightly, and a doll-like woman appeared next to him.

The woman opened her eyes the moment she appeared, her big round eyes moving strangely.

She looked at the layout around her and felt uneasy in her heart.

"You...what do you want to do?"

No words were spoken, but a voice came out, which was very strange.

Yu Zhile did not answer the doll woman's question. He thought for a moment, stretched out his hand to wave, and uttered one word, "Come."

As this word was spoken, the mummy bride who was walking in the city suddenly stopped, then turned her head stiffly, raised her hand and waved at the source of the ghost painting.

Suddenly, a terrifying scene appeared.

Gui Hua, who was originally entangled with Ye Zhen, suddenly left Ye Zhen and came towards the mummy bride.

An oil painting also appeared in the hand of the ghost painting source.

Ye Zhen frowned slightly, but then he figured out what was going on, "Has it started yet?"

Ye Zhen squinted his eyes and turned to look at the battlefield on Zhang Xianguang's side.

Uh……

It was no longer a battlefield, but a one-sided massacre.

The painter was about to be swallowed up by a pool of thick blood and was currently struggling inside.

The killer died, his body became seven or eight sections, and the evil ghost has begun to resurrect.

The pallbearer's hands were gone, and he now stood in an open coffin.

There were countless black hairs inside the coffin that were covering the outside world, but a young man suppressed them easily.One of the twins, Alice, was nailed to the ground with a rusty machete. She was not dead, she was still alive, but she had lost the ability to move.

The killer is dead, and Alice and the painter are incapacitated.

Now there is only one pallbearer left struggling to support the coffin.

The young man glanced at Ye Zhen who appeared, and was a little surprised. It was not the ghost on Ye Zhen's body, but the sword in his hand.

"Boy, where did the sword come from?" The young man suddenly appeared next to Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen's eyes suddenly showed strong fighting spirit, "I borrowed it from my friend."

"Come on, let's fight!"

The young man was stunned and couldn't help but look Ye Zhen up and down, "Tsk, tsk, you are quite courageous."

"Ye Zhen, don't be joking!"

He Yin'er grabbed Ye Zhen with a solemn expression.

"Senior, he has a problem here, don't worry about it." He Yin'er said with a pale face.

"I see."

Seeing He Yin'er's pale face, the young man sighed and said, "You told me to let me go, but you want him to go. If I had gone, those people outside would have died long ago."

"I'm sorry, senior, I can't support you to get a hundred meters away from here, you are too strong." He Yin'er said somewhat far-fetched.

"Senior, please stop playing. I may not be able to hold on anymore."

"Okay." The young man named Zhang Daoling nodded helplessly, and then a terrifying scene appeared.

The sky suddenly changed color.

The coffin bearer suddenly raised his head, his pupils trembling instantly.

"No...it's impossible!"

The next moment, a sea of ​​blood fell down like the rushing Yellow River.

The coffin bearer wanted to run away, but the young man just turned his head and glanced at him, and the evil spirit in his body suddenly fell silent.

"No...impossible, how can an old antique like you still exist in this era!" The coffin bearer roared in despair.

Boom~!

The sea of ​​blood fell to the ground, directly submerging the coffin bearers.

The painter was completely immersed in ghost blood, and his expression before death was extremely ferocious.

He seemed to want to say something, but the strange blood pouring into his throat prevented him from speaking.

A sea of ​​blood surges in the strange land of Ghost Painting.

The king's corpse was quickly melted into blood, leaving only the ghosts on them.

Nothing happened to Alice who was nailed to the ground. The weird and terrifying blood bypassed her directly.

Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping looked at each other and swallowed silently.

Are this generation of spiritualists so fierce?

Can this thing be recruited?

Suddenly, Zhang Xianguang seemed to think of something, "No wonder this girl would follow Yu Zhile."

"It turns out I'm afraid of death."

Ye Zhen touched his nose, silently put the rusty sword behind his back, and then looked up at the sky.

The young man was happy, "What's wrong, no more fighting?"

Ye Zhen shook his head quickly, "No, no, I can't beat him. I really can't beat him."

He just likes to fight, not to die. He, Ye Zhen, only fights fights where he cannot die, and does not fight fights where he will die.

The young man in front of him was not sure whether he would die in his hands. This young man was too terrifying.

He Yin'er exhaled and turned even paler.

"It's troublesome senior."

The young man nodded, "It's okay, just call me next time. I just like bullying these trash."

Hearing what the young man said, He Yin'er smiled bitterly and ended the call to the young man.

The young man didn't care and allowed He Yin'er to end the summoning.

Soon, the young man's figure began to disappear, and a cracked spiritual tablet fell down and He Yin'er reached out to catch it.

The young man disappeared, but his supernatural power did not disappear immediately.

Looking at the slightly rippling sea of ​​blood in front of them, the three people's eyes on He Yin'er became a little subtle.

At this moment, Zhang Xianguang finally understood why the soul-callers died so miserably in the Republic of China.

It's all there for a reason.

Ye Zhen touched his chin and his eyes wandered on He Yin'er. He was thinking about an extremely important thing.

"Is there something wrong with you?" He Yin'er frowned and moved away from Ye Zhen.

"Don't get me wrong, Ye is not interested in you. I just have an unkind request, and I hope the girl will agree!" Ye Zhen suddenly lowered his body and held his hands in his hands, his expression extremely solemn.

Seeing Ye Zhen like this, He Yin'er was stunned. No, what is this guy doing?
"What's going on?" He Yin'er asked, suppressing the discomfort.

"It's not a big deal, I just want to ask you to summon a strong man when you have time to challenge Ye. Of course, he won't be as strong as before." Ye Zhen said seriously.

He Yin'er: "..."

Zhang Xianguang: "..."

Nie Yingping: "..."

"No, can you be more outrageous?" He Yin'er was speechless.

Ye Zhen also felt that his request was a bit unreasonable and wanted to say something. Suddenly he frowned and said, "I'm sorry, Ye, please excuse me."

With that said, Ye Zhen disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The three of them looked at Ye Zhen in a hurry and felt something was wrong.

But in the city, on a street, an expressionless man stopped the bride, who was no longer a mummy.

The bride at this moment is no longer a mummy. The source of the ghost painting is wearing a wedding dress and holding an oil painting in his hand.

"Are you sure that if the ghost eats this ghost, you can control it?" Zhao Kaiming asked uncertainly on a roof.

No answer came, and Zhao Kaiming frowned.

But suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief. The ghost said he could do it.

That's fine, that's fine. Now he's afraid that this ghost will make things worse.

It won’t be over by then.

"Can the ghost eat this ghost?"

He had seen the scene just now.As soon as the mummy bride waved, the ghost painting came directly, and it brought the source painting with it.

Then a terrifying scene appeared. When Gui Hua came over, the wedding dress on the mummy fell off on its own and was put on Gui Hua's body.

The ghost painting, which was originally a shadow, became solid in the blink of an eye, as if it had a body.

Then there is the current scene. After Gui Cha ate some powerful ghosts, he was directly driven here by the wishing ghost.

The ghost chariot walked towards the ghost-painted bride, and neither party had any intention of stopping.

Zhao Kaiming looked at this scene with a sudden look of expectation in his eyes. He didn't know what he was looking forward to, whether he was expecting Gui Cha to eat the other party, or whether he was expecting Gui Cha to control Gui Cha.

He doesn't know either.

Bang~!

A rusty thin sword suddenly penetrated the ground from the sky.

A young man appeared out of thin air next to the rapier and thrust himself in front of the two ghosts.

Ye Zhen squinted his eyes and looked at both sides, then raised his head and glanced around, seeming to be looking for something.

Zhao Kaiming was shocked and quickly shrank to a place where he couldn't see it.

"Why is this guy here?"

Zhao Kaiming's face suddenly became unhappy.

"Is this also within Yu Zhile's budget?" Zhao Kaiming's eyes turned slightly, thinking with some uncertainty.

Ye Zhen was a little disappointed when he didn't find anyone. He looked at the ghost agent not far away, and recalled what Yu Zhile said to him. He hesitated for a while, took out a worn sheepskin bag, and then without hesitation He reached in hesitantly.

"Let's take a look at controlling thirty ghosts first. If there are not enough, then control them again." Ye Zhen muttered, and the supernatural power on his body suddenly became weird.

When Ye Zhen withdrew his hand, his arm had become extremely strange. Large areas of corpse spots appeared on his arm, and eyes of various colors moved strangely.

The mouths are small and invisible, but they are moving.

Ye Zhen glanced at his arm, reached out and pulled out the rusty sword without caring, and rushed towards the ghost opposite.

"Ye still doesn't believe that I can be suppressed by you now!"

The bride holding the painting paused slightly, and seemed to be controlled. It bypassed Ye Zhen and left here at a speed of a hundred meters in one step.

Somewhere in the city, a young man wearing a shroud suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at a building. There were strange footsteps in the building.

The young man wearing a shroud turned and walked towards the building.

It started eating ghosts.

A starving ghost has been raised.

(End of this chapter)