Chapter 322 Choosing an Opponent
The blue-black haze surged in the sky, and gray-white paper dust continued to fall. The paper dust seemed to fall endlessly, filling every corner of the manor.
A few bright colors suddenly appeared in the monotonous and gray world. They were several buildings that seemed to have been painted. At some point, they appeared out of thin air near the Horror Manor.
Old Western churches, black and white cinemas, dilapidated bars, amusement parks, cemeteries, slaughterhouses and other unreal buildings emerged one after another.
“Each building represents an oil painting. This supernatural phenomenon belongs to the down-and-out painter organized by the king. He is using the world of oil painting to open up the world of ghost painting, trying to paint the buildings where the kings are, so as to The medium of oil painting is brought into reality. How many people will come? ”
Liang Xingyang's expression changed. He stared at the strange drawing board in front of him, thinking silently in his heart. He looked around at the slowly emerging buildings around him, with a look of thought in his eyes.
The oil painting placed on the old drawing board is leaking cold water. The supernatural power of the ghost lake has interfered with the maintenance of the oil painting's supernatural power.
At the same time, the castle in the oil painting strangely oozed a little scarlet color, as if a drop of blood was stained on it. What's even weirder is that the blood has the illusion of moving, spreading in all directions, covering the oil painting.
Yang Jian held the cracked spear with a serious look on his face: "We hunted the owner of the terrifying manor for a short time, but the other party responded quickly. The other party did not show up, and most likely he was still summoning other kings. . ”
Even if he loses his ghost eyes, Yang Jian can still judge the situation quickly and with a high degree of accuracy.
"The fallen painter is one of the kings, but his strength is not outstanding. Should we leave first, or should we try to hunt each other before the kings gather together?" Liang Wensong asked.
Oil paintings and ghost paintings form a supernatural complement. The painter's oil paintings can turn an area in reality into an oil painting world regardless of distance. This supernatural power makes up for the ghost paintings' inability to copy reality while moving.
Once two ghosts complete the puzzle, the S-class supernatural ghost paintings will become even more unsolvable, just like the ghostly dream dog completes the nightmare puzzle.
He prefers to hunt.
Liang Xingyang decided: "Hunt!"
Cutting off one more king will make future wars easier.
Yang Jian frowned and disagreed: "The horror manor owner is very powerful and very difficult to kill. If we are surrounded by more kings of this type, our lives will definitely be in danger. ”
Although he did not personally fight against the manor owner, he also knew that defeating a king and killing a king were completely different in nature.
If Ghost Eye is not suppressed, it will be a long battle to fight the manor owner one on one.
His supernatural power has no advantage over the manor owner. He can only rely on the ghost eyes to restart himself at no cost, wearing down the opponent bit by bit.
Liang Wensong looked a little excited: "No, this might be an opportunity. If the painter can gather all the kings, I can light Luo Wensong's soul-calling incense and subvert the king's organization at once."
Within the time of one stick of incense , Luo Wensong's dead soul can exert all its strength before birth, and maybe it can really succeed.
Liang Xingyang didn’t say anything. He also had a piece of incense in his hand that belonged to the soul-caller He Liansheng. However, the soul-calling incense could not burn until He Liansheng died.
Only after it is confirmed that He Liansheng is dead, he will try to get a relic from Zhang Dong's lifetime through the ghost closet, so that He Liansheng can summon the soul.
This is a terrible trump card, but supernatural beings are often full of uncertainties, and Zhang Dong’s soul may not necessarily agree to help.
In contrast, Luo Wensong's attitude is easier to win.
Yang Jian was silent for a moment, judging Luo Wensong's strength in his mind, and nodded in approval.
Under the condition that Ghost Eye was suppressed, he had to think more.
Liang Xingyang sensed the presence of ghosts and did not find the figure of the down-and-out painter. His white and cold palms shook.
The next moment.
They moved to the nearest amusement park entrance.
Untrue.
The amusement park is silent, with only one outline. The reality reproduced by the supernatural power of the oil painting is not real, and cannot reach the level of the world of ghost paintings.
"The painter is very cautious. He does not let himself be in the world of ghost paintings, and hides himself in his oil paintings to avoid my induction. The other party has no intention of leaving, and plans to use these buildings to delay time."
Liang Xingyang understood a lot of things when he observed this unreal building.
The white and cold palms shook towards this small, old and abandoned amusement park, as if wiping away the stained ink on the ghost paintings, erasing the ghost passages that existed in the world of ghost paintings.
The gray-white paper dust fell more and more, and the outline of the entire amusement park gradually became darker. Then the color of the ink began to fade and was covered.
A large amount of paper dust floated away, and the amusement park disappeared, turning into a dirt field overgrown with grass. There was only an old drawing board that was placed here by someone unknown.
The oil painting on the drawing board seems to be covered with a layer of off-white dye, and the scene underneath is completely obscured. It is a ruined painting.
“Painters hide in these unreal buildings.”
Liang Xingyang erased this passage and found no painter or other kings, but he strengthened his judgment.
“Next!”
His eyes looked at a low building not far away, a run-down bar.
……
In a black and white cinema.
A down-and-out painter who looks like a homeless man is currently painting on a piece of white paper.
Soon.
The white paper turned into an oil painting. The oil painting showed an old Western church, with a blurry figure standing behind the glazed window of the church.
In the oil painting, this blurry figure actually moved and waved to the people outside the painting.
The painter's face flashed with joy: "We are lucky, he did not go out like the projectionist and stayed in the church."
In just a moment, he could pull this blurry figure into the cinema.
“Are you planning to find a missionary?” A man wearing a windbreaker and a cowboy hat suddenly said.
The painter drew quickly with his hands and nodded in a hurry.
An old man in a Western skirt looked numbly at the painter's work that was about to be completed, and said in an old and sharp voice: "You are too anxious, why don't you go find out the information? We don't even know how many people there are on the other side now." Not sure? ”
The painter is sketching the passage between the two buildings. A hint of impatience flashed across the face of the missionary: "I have just confirmed the defeat of the owner of the Horrible Manor! This is an S-class supernatural ghost. Once you step out, you will be sensed by the other party immediately. It is very dangerous. If it is not the other party I haven’t fully mastered the ghost paintings yet, so I won’t try to summon you, but leave directly.”
The starving ghost replaced by the mirror ghost did not completely digest the ghost painting, allowing the painter to find the weak point of the supernatural and invade easily.
Then he seemed to sense something, his face quickly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I will bring in more kings before the other party finds us! You guys think clearly, this time it is to hunt down the owner of the terrifying manor, say Maybe it will be us next time.”
The old man in the cowboy dress and the western skirt kept silent and stopped talking.
The next moment.
An alley full of graffiti was outlined by a painter, connecting the door of the Western church.
From the oil painting, we can see that the blurry figure in the church window is leaving. He opens the church door and walks out, steps onto the alley, and finally opens the door at the other end.
Suddenly.
“Creak.”
The unreal black and white cinema door seemed to be blown open by a gust of wind, making a harsh sound in the silent environment.
The cold wind blew in, and a blurry figure appeared in the dim light outside the cinema.
A man in priest's clothes walked in and closed the unreal door.
The missionary held a book in his arms and murmured in a hypnotic voice: "The nature of hunting the king is very bad and the crime is heinous. If we don't stand up at this time, we will eventually target him. When we are here, no one can stand up and speak for us."
The down-and-out painter didn't want to say more, because another painting of his was destroyed by the other party, and his expression became fierce: "The other party is speeding up the search. speed we need to turn Move to a safer location."
The missionary looked at the thick paper dust outside the window and remained calm: "We have four kings now. The time advantage is with us. You continue to lead others. , the balance of victory will naturally tilt towards us."
Cowboy Simon said with a numb face: "I think three people are completely enough. Let the painter continue to find people, and we will test it, and then let the people come from behind. Continue to reinforce.”
The old man in a Western dress said in a sharp voice: "Yes, I am eager to understand their strength. I don't know anything, and the painter dares to summon so many kings. If it is a ridiculous farce..."
The painter's face changed. Hei, if the other party knew about the cold lake water and scarlet blood, he would definitely not treat him like this.
"Give the painter more confidence, after all, we are the king. Today's victory belongs to the king's organization!" A smile appeared on the missionary's face.
The discussions between the kings did not affect the increasing amount of paper dust falling outside. The sky was still shrouded in haze, the light was dim, and it seemed like it was snowing. The gray-white world was monotonous and silent.
After Liang Xingyang casually erased the dilapidated bar building, he led Yang Jian and Liang Wensong to find a black and white cinema building.
The interior of the black and white cinema was brightly lit, but it was a little unreal. Even the light seemed to be drawn by ink graffiti, giving it an eerie and terrifying feel.
With his arrival, a large amount of paper dust surged towards the cinema and covered it.
Just the next moment.
The door of the black and white cinema opened, and three ghosts of different colors spread out from inside, blocking the approach of the gray and white paper dust.
The missionary, Simon, and the old man in a Western dress walked out and protected the cinema behind him.
The two sides' eyes collided, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
The missionary was the first to speak: "Who are you, where are you from, and why do you want to hunt down the manor owner? I hope you can explain it well."
Simon and the old man in the western dress silently observed The three people in front of them, most of the solemnity in their hearts relaxed, and their eyes immediately showed a cruel ferocity, as if the three of them had become fish on the chopping board.
In terms of numbers, their advantage is greater.
Liang Xingyang looked indifferently and did not answer, but whispered: "Three kings, plus the painter hidden in the cinema, but this may not be the specific number of kings."
Liang Wensong chuckled and said: "I have the curse of the post office. Apart from the nails in the coffin, I am not afraid of any king. So what if I fight a few more times."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Fight if you can, don't be reluctant to fight. , if we can't fight, we can leave at any time with the help of Ghost Lake. A manor owner cannot perform at the average level of the king. We need more comparisons."
"Since you want to fight, then. Just fight."
Liang Xingyang judged: "The painter is hiding in the dark, and there may be more and more kings coming from behind. We don't have the time advantage. Don't be entangled. It's best if we can win the opponent. Don't force it."
Yang Jian said calmly: "We each choose an opponent! You shrink the ghost painting, I need the supernatural power of the ghost eye."
"Okay."
Liang Xingyang agreed, and the world of ghost paintings began to undergo tremendous changes. The haze seemed to shrink, and at the same time, more than half of the gray-white paper dust disappeared, leaving half of the sky.
Liang Wensong followed Liang Xingyang. He had to rely on ghost paintings to fight, while Yang Jian was freed from the ghost paintings.
The battlefield is divided.
The scarlet light of the ghost eyes suddenly surged, and the five ghost eyes were superimposed.
The other half of the sky looked as if it had been soaked in blood, turning scarlet red, giving off a strange and ominous aura.
At this time, half of the black and white cinema was covered by gray ghosts, and the other half was shrouded in the red light of ghost eyes.
The ten ghost eyes on Yang Jian's body were turning restlessly, holding a cracked spear, with the hazy and cold lake under his feet. He looked at a king, an old man in a Western dress.
The old man in a western dress screamed sharply: "Young man, choosing me is the worst decision you have ever made in your life."
Both parties have their own thoughts.
"Wait for me to support you."
The missionary looked at Liang Xingyang, Simon looked at Liang Wensong, and they both said in unison, their voices full of strong confidence.
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