Chapter 107 The Stretched Hand
Lin Qian's mentality was very explosive at this time. The revival of the ghost painting and the connection with the strange bride made Lin Qian even more resentful towards Zhang Xianguang, an old man.
Based on the state of recovery in front of the ghost painting, Lin Qian made a rough estimate. He has at most one month, or even less, before the ghost painting will fully recover. If Lin Qian does not recover within this time, 50% of the supernatural powers that control ghost paintings.
Then he will die. Maybe he won’t die, but he will definitely be trapped in the ghost painting.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian's blue-black eyes stared at Zhang Xianguang. The water flowing on his face slowly disappeared, and the twisted ghost painting covering Lin Qian's face slowly disappeared. It becomes illusive and then disappears.
Lin Qian swallowed the thing in his mouth in one gulp. This was a puzzle piece of a ghost. Its origin was probably the one buried in the endless tomb. As for why it appeared, it was all thanks to Lin Qian's golden finger. The evil ghost revives and attracts the evil ghost to appear in his body.
If he had not controlled the starving ghost before, Lin Qian would definitely have died without any accident. But now, he was eaten, eaten cleanly.
Lin Qian felt the Starving Ghost for a while, and found that the horror of the Starving Ghost had increased. Upon discovering this situation, Lin Qian's eyes were deep:
"Sure enough, the Starving Ghost I still have to eat ghosts. When I leave alive this time, I will go to a supernatural place. Then There are so many ghosts in there, no matter what, they will be eaten by the starving ghosts, until they can be restarted indefinitely!"
Lin Qian stared at Zhang Xianguang, clenching the coffin nails in his hands. From the perspective of the ghost eyes, Lin Qian Qian saw the ghost, it was a woman, a woman hanging by a blood-stained white tomb.
The woman was wearing black clothes, which looked like clothes from the Republic of China period, similar to what she was wearing when she first met Coco.
The woman's appearance could not be seen clearly, her hair was scattered, covering her entire face. Lin Qian's ghostly eyes stared at it and found that the woman's left hand was dry and black, while her right hand was smooth and white. Very strange.
Moreover, the woman was wearing a pair of old leather shoes. It looked like they were worn by men and they looked ill-fitting.
Lin Qian looked at the strange combination, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he stared at Zhang Xianguang who raised his sword not far away, his eyes were cold:
"Old Bangzi, in order to kill me I, you actually completed the puzzle of this ghost!”
Zhang Xianguang looked at Lin Qian, a little surprised. This was the first time Lin Qian spoke since the battle. But he was surprised. The movement of his hand did not stop. With a slash of the knife, Lin Qian's head rolled directly from his neck. fall down.
Zhang Xianguang looked at Lin Qian who walked out of the darkness again. There was nothing unexpected. It was just a restart. He could do it, but he couldn't do it here.
However, Zhang Xianguang also knows that Lin Qian cannot restart all the time. There must be a certain number of times, otherwise Lin Qian's ghost realm will not be suppressed.
The ghosts that can be infinitely restarted are already more terrifying than the ghosts in this paradise. Lin Qian is obviously not that scary now, otherwise he would have left long ago.
Zhang Xianguang looked at Lin Qian and did not take action. Since Lin Qian was willing to chat with him, he was happy to see it. As long as Lin Qian stayed in this paradise for a second, his chance of escaping from the paradise would be reduced. point.
"Hunter, this is actually normal. After all, you have mastered the ghost painting. If you don't put on such a posture, what would you do if you ran away? Do you think that's right?"
Lin Qian's eyes were deep and she stared at Zhang Xian. Without saying a word, Guang turned to look at the hanging female ghost, and raised the corners of his mouth:
"Now that we have found it, there is no need to let the starving ghost pull the corpse, too It's a waste, so..."
Lin Qian turned back and looked at Zhang Xianguang:
"Then let the starving ghost deal with Zhang Xianguang. I have to prepare to leave. I can't stay here. I can't afford to waste time with Zhang Xianguang here. The longer I stay here, the more times I get slashed by Zhang Xianguang, and the faster Gui Hua recovers!"
As Lin Qian's idea appeared, all the starving ghosts wandering in the paradise stopped, turned their heads, looked at Zhang Xianguang with pairs of empty blue and black eyes, and then walked straight towards Zhang Xianguang.
Zhang Xianguang frowned when he saw this scene, and struck down with a knife. As the knife fell, all the hungry ghosts in the paradise had their heads chopped off, and then disappeared into a puff of smoke.
Lin Qian didn't care when he saw this scene. He knew that these starving ghosts were just waving the knife in their hands, and there was no big difficulty for Zhang Xianguang.
But that’s okay. The hungry ghosts can be infinite. Just release them when they are gone.
He is now preparing to deal with the ghosts in the paradise. Lin Qian observed the ghosts in the paradise and already has a method in mind:
"Zhang Xianguang will not let me touch the hanging ghost. Maybe even if it is a ghost in the paradise, he will not let me touch it. He will definitely stop the nail in my coffin."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian sneered in his heart:
"Zhang Xianguang can block one coffin nail, but what about two? "
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and looked at the hanging female ghost. When Zhang Xianguang saw Lin Qian's action, a smile appeared on his lips, and the starving ghost walked out of the ghost realm again with a single blow. He chopped off his head and said with a smile:
"Young man, do you want to nail that ghost with coffin nails?"
Seeing that Lin Qian didn't answer, Zhang Xianguang didn't care:
"You can actually try and see if you can succeed."
Lin Qian's eyes flashed when he heard this. For a moment:
"Oh, it's really..."
But before he finished speaking, Lin Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Xianguang, or rather staring. Holding the rolled-up painting Zhang Xianguang pinned to his waist.
Zhang Xianguang's brows also sank, and he lowered his head to look at the painting pinned to his waist. His eyes were a little surprised, but after just one glance, he understood.
At this time, the ghost painting pinned to Zhang Xianguang's waist stretched out a hand at some point, a pale, slender hand.
Lin Qian looked at that hand and subconsciously took a step back, feeling shocked:
"Ghost painting! Zhang Xianguang, an old man, actually carries a derivative painting of ghost painting! "
Looking at the hand stretched out from the painting, Lin Qian now understood why his ghost realm was suppressed and why his ghost's recovery was accelerated.
Lin Qian's eyes were gloomy as he looked at Zhang Xianguang not far away:
"I have to leave, otherwise I will die here today. I can't face the ghost painting directly now. The starving ghost hasn't grown up yet. You can't live with ghost paintings, so hurry up It’s time to deal with the ghosts in the paradise, otherwise I will die.”
Thinking of this, Lin Qian’s eyes froze, and without hesitation, he directly raised his hand and raised the coffin nail, and the coffin nail was instantly released. Disappeared in Lin Qian's hands.
“Don’t even think about it!”
Zhang Xianguang looked at Lin Qian’s actions and his eyes trembled: “Are you jumping over the wall in a hurry? This is not possible, the ghost paintings are here, no matter what you say today, Die here!”
Zhang Xianguang disappeared directly on the spot, a flash of knife light flashed, and with a "dang" sound, the coffin nails were blown away.
The moment Zhang Xianguang knocked the coffin nail away, another coffin nail flew out. This time it flew not towards the fallen female ghost, but towards the two little ghosts.
Seeing the sudden extra coffin nails, Zhang Xianguang was startled:
"There are still more! Why does he have two of these!"
Look Looking at the coffin nail flying towards the two brats, Zhang Xianguang's eyes were cold. He knew that he could not stop this coffin nail. (End of chapter)