Chapter 326 The Evil Picture of Restarting
"Even if it comes to a deal in the end, you are not the only choice!" Liang Xingyang looked calm. Seeing that the missionary clearly didn't know the information, he ignored him.
"No, no, I am more valuable than the owner of the manor. Let me go, and I can tell the king the plan that the organization has planned for many years." The pool of blood was as deep as a pond, and the missionary only had one head left in the pool of blood. on, still fighting anxiously.
If your life is gone, why should you care about the life and death of the King's organization?
The painter did not come, so Liang Xingyang could only put down the fishing plan and said slowly: "Don't tell me the secret is the Ark Project..."
As soon as the words fell.
The surrounding scenery changed rapidly. A bright ink appeared in the gray paper dust all over the sky, as if someone was smearing a ghost painting in an attempt to destroy this terrible and murderous painting.
However, the supernatural interference of the oil painting was short-lived. The supernatural intensity of the ink and paper dust was not equal, and the floating paper dust only stagnated for a moment.
However, it was just in this moment.
A wall was covered with graffiti, and the unreal dark alley spread quickly. Six kings descended from illusion into reality and appeared around them.
The ghost paintings and ghosts were disturbed, and Liang Xingyang's consciousness was in a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses, his eyes suddenly shrank.
He saw a pair of green eyes exposed in the haze like night. The eyes were fierce and evil, like wild beasts that choose people to eat. Looking at each other added another pair of green eyes. This was Increase your own number of supernatural beings.
At the same time, someone in the darkness lifted an old double-barreled shotgun, without deliberately aiming, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
“Bang.”
Gunshots rang out.
Blood flowed, and a dark hole appeared in the chest. It seemed as if something was squirming deep in the wound, as if it was stretching its limbs and waking up from a deep sleep.
Liang Xingyang's eyes turned cold for a moment. Before he could deal with the wound, a pair of doll twin girls appeared strangely in front of him. Two pale arms grabbed him.
But at this time, he had already reacted.
The ghost's heart beat violently, and a superimposed dull and suppressed heartbeat quickly spread out.
The doll twin girls let out a scream, and were attacked by the heartbeat, and their bodies were thrown away.
However, after the twin girls retreated, four ferocious rotten human heads flew out from behind them. The heads opened their mouths full of black fangs and bit on his limbs respectively.
The next second.
The butcher walked out from behind the twin girls, with a bloody and cruel smile on his face, and slashed at them with a bloody curled kitchen knife.
In the dark alley, an old man with a skinny arm looked numb. He did not move, but slowly lowered the arm that had been raised for countless years.
As the height decreased, a vaguely shaped but somewhat old and tattered coffin appeared out of thin air.
The arms were lowered lower and lower, and with each lowering, the coffin being lifted gradually became clearer. This coffin seemed to be invading reality from an unknown supernatural place, and the atmosphere that filled it became increasingly weird and ominous.
Liang Xingyang's eyes sank. Although he was guarding against possible nails in the coffin, the successive supernatural attacks had begun to overwhelm him.
The limbs of his body were bitten by four rotting dead heads, and he found that he could not use the ghost to move his position.
The butcher's attack followed closely. He could only barely turn sideways to avoid the oncoming butcher's knife, and resisted the butcher's kitchen knife with his shoulder.
The curling blade kitchen knife was embedded in the shoulder, the flesh and blood spread out, scarlet blood oozed out, and the shoulder began to hurt violently.
"It shouldn't be, my knife has never failed." The butcher said in disbelief.
The butcher knife struck the body, but the ghost was stained with ghost blood. The mortal curse carried on the kitchen knife did not have much effect.
However, in this gap, the four rotten human heads biting Liang Xingyang suddenly froze, released their mouths, and fell from his body with a grunt.
Touching his body, Guixin Wujie's quota to suppress six ghosts took effect. Li Gui was suppressed by Wujie and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Without the restraint of the head, Liang Xingyang reached out and grabbed the butcher's neck.
Under the irresistible suppression of the ghosts, the butcher's fat body emitted a series of shrill wails from the ghosts.
There are too many ghosts in this king's body, and even the quota to suppress six ghosts is a drop in the bucket and of no avail.
Realizing this, he quickly added the terrifying supernatural power of the ghost shadow.
The butcher’s head disappeared instantly and turned into a projection on the ground. It's just that the projection of the human head is flashing, and it is estimated that it will soon get rid of the supernatural influence.
Liang Xingyang did not think that a ghost shadow could kill a king. His real purpose was to get rid of the butcher's entanglement, take this opportunity to leave here, and prevent himself from falling into the king's frequent siege.
On the other side, the down-and-out painter was holding the drawing board and focusing on scribbling something on the white paper. Guixi, who continued to interfere with the ghost painting, said with an astonished expression: "Where did this guy come from? He was so strong. He stopped four people in one breath." A king. "
The attacks of the four kings himself, the cowboy Simon, the twin girls, and the butcher were all resisted by an unknown ghost master. This is simply ridiculous.
They are kings, people standing at the top of the pyramid of the supernatural circle. Each of them is the top ghost controller in the country, and they have their own pride.
The coffin-carrying ascetic said in a hoarse voice: "We can't let him go. We can't turn back now. Besides, hunting the owner of the manor will only be the beginning. Even if you pay a small price, you must keep him!"
After finishing speaking, one of the raised arms lowered its height significantly and began to tremble a little, as if it could not hold on.
Every time it lowers some height, the lifted coffin becomes more dangerous.
The old black coffin became more and more clear, and then a crack opened in the coffin lid.
There was a rich darkness inside the coffin, and pairs of strange eyes emerged from it, and as if scrambling for the first place, they quickly filled the crack and peered into everything outside.
Liang Xingyang did not ignore even one king, but he could not spare the energy to prevent the terrifying old man from putting down the coffin in his hand.
After being repelled, the twin girls got entangled again, and the four rotten heads also completed their recovery and flew up. At the same time, Simon found the opportunity and fired a second shot, hitting him again.
The two bullets were reviving rapidly, but soon began to subside, and were suppressed by the ghost heart and fell into a deep sleep.
“Can’t stay any longer.”
Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth, and the hazy and cold lake water began to flow out from under his feet.
Surrounded by wolves, this is a very dangerous battle. If you are not careful, you will lose your life here. Even though he was an outlier, he was a little unable to withstand the attacks from the four kings one after another. This was even when the king had no trump card.
If you don’t get out of this predicament, you will be killed here sooner or later.
But soon, he suddenly found that his body became a little stiff, as if he was nailed to the ground, and he was gradually losing consciousness.
The beating frequency of the ghost heart has also slowed down, but due to the interference of the ghost blood, it has not completely lost control.
Only the paper dust floating in the sky all the time stopped. It was obvious that Guixiao was affected by the coffin.
"Sent you on your way." The down-and-out painter looked solemn. He had already finished the oil painting and was waiting to use it during this time.
Suddenly.
The light behind Liang Xingyang dimmed, and under the darkness, his body was eroded by the darkness, and seemed to disappear under the supernatural pull of the oil painting.
But the ghost lake under his feet and the ghost blood in his body seriously interfered with the supernatural power of the oil painting. He managed to hold on again and stayed in the world of ghost painting without being sent away.
But the next moment.
"You are too careless and ignore my existence."
A tall and thin figure appeared next to him strangely, and stabbed him with a dagger in his hand.
This weird dagger sank into his chest.
A few incomplete fingers stretched out from the cracks in the handle of the knife to hold the killer holding the knife. This is the curse of this supernatural weapon and its backlash.
Liang Xingyang seemed to be frozen. Only his eyes moved slightly, staring at the dagger embedded in his chest, his eyes gradually becoming like a lost soul.
The terrible curse in this dagger is corroding his body, weakening his supernatural power to a certain extent.
But it’s useless. Give him some time and the ghost blood can take away the curse that invaded his body.
The strange man covered in black ink was dragged by ghost dreams. Liang Xingyang was covered in ghost blood and could withstand these supernatural attacks.
“He’s not dead yet!” the killer said in astonishment.
“Bang.”
Simon fired again, this time aiming at his head, leaving a dark hole between his eyebrows.
The butcher came again brandishing the curled-edged kitchen knife, and slashed at the head. He easily split the skull, blood spurted out, and the kitchen knife got stuck directly on it.
"It's time to fight."
A stream of blood flowed from his forehead, covering his face.
Liang Xingyang was a little embarrassed, but his eyes were burning with anger.
The next moment, the ghost heart at the heart was stimulated and stopped suddenly. Three layers of heartbeats began to be superimposed while beating violently.
The huge impact from all directions threw away the killers and butchers around him, and the surroundings became empty again.
"Zila."
The sound sounded like drawing paper being torn apart, and the darkness behind him became a little dimmer under the interference of the heartbeat.
This counterattack even interfered with the coffin in the hands of the coffin-carrying ascetic.
Liang Xingyang is really angry. He doesn't want to leave now. He wants to try to keep these kings: "If you don't kill me, I will kill you!"
The next moment.
"Crack!"
A crack appeared in the mirror ghost's body, and the starving ghost that came out forced to digest the ghost paintings in its stomach.
Soon.
His body quickly collapsed into a large amount of gray-white paper dust and disappeared in front of everyone.
Restart!
Ghost painting restarts!
A large amount of paper dust is floating in the sky again, as if there is no end, but there is one difference. This time there is more gray-white paper dust falling.
While the other kings were still confused about the situation, the painter's expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "No, let's leave quickly!"
The other kings were even more confused.
However, they found that the dim alley with the walls full of graffiti suddenly flickered. Suddenly, like a mirage, a pair of white and cold hands stretched out, shook it, and then The alley collapsed and disappeared.
Only an old drawing board was left on the spot. The oil painting on it was covered with a thick layer of gray and white, and it was obviously destroyed.
The ghost paintings began to truly block the entire world, erasing the ink stains on them.
But this also means that they cannot get out. (End of this chapter)