Chapter 253 Perfect Failure
Zhang Xianguang's face was uncertain. He felt uncomfortable at the moment. He thought that Lin Qian would not find this place for a while, but he still underestimated Lin Qian's brain.
Just the moment the ghost blood flooded the city, he discovered something was wrong in the sky.
If that was the case, he didn't care much, but Lin Qian killed Liu Xin and Zhou Yun as soon as he made a move. He didn't even have a chance to make a move, which frightened him extremely.
With that elusive ability and that extremely weird red umbrella, Zhang Xianguang felt that he would die here today. It was simple. He couldn't beat this young man. The difference in strength was too big.
The will-o'-the-wisp burned the skin, and a little bit of ashes fell. You couldn't find it unless you looked carefully. Obviously, Zhang Xianguang's control of the will-o'-the-wisp was not without cost.
This is actually normal. He is not a monster like Lin Qian. Using supernatural powers is just like eating and drinking. He is relaxed and comfortable without any sequelae.
Zhang Xianguang looked around with vigilance, his face was gloomy and penetrating. He was silent. He knew that Lin Qian was nearby, but because of the supernatural power of the red umbrella, he could not see it. .
The current situation is that Lin Qian can only cause harm to him if he comes into contact with him. Although Lin Qian has many supernatural powers, Zhang Xianguang can perfectly avoid them by using his private school.
This means that he still has a chance to make a comeback, because he found that Lin Qian was very afraid of his sword, and he discovered something strange from the beginning.
Lin Qian had been avoiding his slashes intentionally or unintentionally from the beginning. It would have been excusable if it had happened once or twice, but it was like this every time. Even if she gave up suppressing him, she still had to dodge his slashes. This was a bit strange. Something is wrong.
According to his understanding of this young disciple, he shouldn't be like this. Such a guy who is cruel to his enemies and even more cruel to himself will not give up the opportunity to kill him just because of a knife.
"Are you afraid of the knife in my hand now? He didn't even hide in the past, but now he is so afraid..."
Zhang Xianguang's eyes narrowed, always ready. Cut down Lin Qian.
He suspected that once the knife in his hand struck the descendant, an extremely strange situation would occur, such as a supernatural separation, and the descendant would not be able to get back together for a while.
As for why this happened, he already had a rough guess in his mind.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be caused by being chopped by this knife too many times. Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, which is similar to superposition.
"I have to find a way to chop Lin Qianyi's sword to see if he is exactly what I thought."
A cold light flashed in Zhang Xianguang's eyes, which was breathtaking.
"Lin Qian, come out and have a chat. We don't actually need to fight to the death. Things haven't reached the point of irreversibility yet. Everyone takes a step back. Some things won't matter if we talk about them."< br>
Zhang Xianguang glanced around, always paying attention to the supernatural changes around him, recalling in his mind what Zhou Yun and Liu Xin looked like before they died.
Confusion, despair, fear, and finally relief, he could see them all clearly.
Although he believes that those who achieve great things should not stick to trivial matters, but decades of friendship cannot be eliminated by just casually adhering to trivial matters.
It is true that the ghost controller has no feelings, but now Zhang Xianguang has feelings...
The red umbrella in Lin Qian's hand swayed slightly, the old chains kept colliding, staring not far away Zhang Xianguang kept thinking in his heart.
"All the supernatural beings were canceled out by him, as if there were other ghosts."
Lin Qian's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't care at all about Zhang Xianguang's fart-like words.
"The longer you live, the more methods you can use."
The green flames of the will-o'-the-wisp illuminate the sky, and the Xuanming Beidou is all available, and the rich bloody aura rises from the bottom up.
Lin Qian and Zhang Xianguang stood quietly on a burning will-o'-the-wisp, with forty-nine oil lamps burning and the flames dancing.
Looking at this scene, Lin Qian already knew what to do.
"Zhuge Liang only has seven life-extending lamps, but you are better off, seven or forty-nine, seven times more."
Lin Qian sneered in his heart.
"I want to see what trump card Zhang Xianguang has after these forty-nine oil lamps are extinguished!"
Lin Qian's eyes were cold, and his body was even more sinister, red. The light rippled, and Lin Qian disappeared directly.
At the same time, Zhang Xianguang, who was wary of his surroundings, suddenly changed his expression, his eyes shrank for a moment, and he turned sharply and slashed in the direction of the oil lamp.
"Boy! How dare you!"
Zhang Xianguang's expression was extremely ferocious, and his eyes were full of sternness.
Obviously he felt the supernatural power of Lin Qian's actions.
But in the next moment, a red umbrella was placed directly on Zhang Xianguang's sword.
There was a stabbing sound, and the sound of tearing cloth sounded, which was particularly harsh in the whole will-o'-the-wisp. The red umbrella split in response, and the broadsword chopped off the red umbrella effortlessly.
Seeing this originally joyful scene, Zhang Xianguang not only did not feel happy at all, but his face was full of surprise and confusion.
I saw Zhang Xianguang slowly looking down, and a bloody red umbrella penetrated his chest, and the supernatural power on his body was instantly suppressed.
It turns out that the red umbrella he chopped down just now was just held by a starving ghost.
This also explains why the red umbrella was cut off by Zhang Xianguang effortlessly, because it was just a derivative umbrella.
All this was done intentionally by Lin Qian, who made two starving ghosts appear, one to extinguish the oil lamp, and the other to carry the big knife.
Zhang Xianguang raised his head slightly and looked at the forty-nine oil lamps that were extinguished, with some confusion in his eyes. It turned out that he had guessed wrong...
Lin Qian stretched out his hand from Zhang Xianguang's hand expressionlessly. He grabbed the blood-stained sword and didn't care about the palm that was eroded by the sword. It was just a supernatural thing of this level, and he could bear it.
"Zhang Xianguang, you lose, the price is death."
Zhang Xianguang was silent and unable to speak. He was penetrated by the red umbrella and could not move. The look in his eyes quickly Disappeared, his consciousness began to collapse, his body became stiff, and his whole body began to rot. In less than a moment, he turned into a highly decayed ghost.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qian frowned and was a little unsure.
"Dead? Died so easily?"
Looking at the ghost hanging on the umbrella, Lin Qian was shocked and doubtful. This should not be like this. Zhang Xianguang has lived for decades. , died like that?
"Are you kidding! Zhang Xianguang died like this?"
Lin Qian's face looked a little ugly, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Li Gui's neck and pulled him off the red umbrella.
"Fuck you, you arranged such a big scene, and you died in front of me like this?"
Lin Qian's eyes were filled with fire, and she really didn't want to believe what she saw. According to his thoughts, Zhang Xianguang This kind of person, even if the oil lamp is extinguished and the body is penetrated by a red umbrella, he will not die so quickly.
But looking at the motionless body in his hands, Lin Qian fell silent. The facts were before his eyes, and he couldn't help but not believe it.
With Zhang Xianguang's death and the extinguishing of the oil lamp, dozens of Zhang Xianguangs above the sea of blood directly turned into nothingness.
The ghost fire burning in the blood began to extinguish, and finally there was only a small flame left, rising and falling in the ghost blood.
Seems extremely weird.
Lin Qian’s expression was not very good. He looked at the ghost in his hand, hesitated for a while, and chose to swallow it in one gulp. Since he was dead, he was dead.
Although he was somewhat advantaged, there was nothing he could do.
After swallowing the ghost after Zhang Xianguang's death, Lin Qian breathed a long sigh of relief. The enemy was dead, and he felt a lot more relieved. At least he no longer had to be worried about by some people.
It is not a good thing to be thought about by someone all the time, let alone a vicious thought.
Now that Zhang Xianguang is dead, he feels relieved. He no longer has to worry about being plotted by others when doing things in the future.
Lin Qian raised his head and looked at the sky. The will-o'-the-wisp did not disappear with Zhang Xianguang's death. This is normal. The will-o'-the-wisp is a ghost, and ghosts cannot be killed.
"It's time to prepare to control the ghost painting. If Zhang Xianguang hadn't suddenly made a fuss, I might have gone abroad and come back, Zhang Xianguang is so stupid!"
Lin Qian whispered He cursed, even though he was scolding like this, there was a smile on his face, and he raised the big knife in his hand. He had wanted this thing for a long time, and Hong Umbrella needed it.
At this moment, Lin Qian felt that the scenery above the sky was beautiful.
He took back all the starving ghosts and closed the red umbrella. The ghost blood underneath slowly faded away, and the blood rain stopped the moment the red umbrella was closed.
Lin Qian turned around and looked at the forty-nine extinguished oil lamps. There was still a lot of lamp oil inside, and it looked like it could be used once or twice.
Looking at these gadgets, although he didn’t know how to use them, Lin Qian felt that if he saw them, they were his. Even if Zhang Xianguang was still alive, he would think the same way, let alone Zhang Xianguang was dead.
"Put these away and study how to use them when we get back. Seeing how badly Zhang Xianguang used them, I should use them more skillfully." Lin Qian thought to himself.
Under the unmistakable aurora sky, filled with stars and the waning moon hanging high, Lin Qian walked toward the forty-nine oil lamps, stepping on the green will-o'-the-wisps.
Today's fight was not in vain. Not only did he kill an enemy who had been thinking about his ghost paintings all day long, but he also gained a big knife, a will-o'-the-wisp, and an oil lamp that was about to be obtained.
Sure enough, people will not be rich without windfall, and horses will not be fat without night grass. This truth passed down by the older generation is not deceptive.
Lin Qian walked towards the oil lamp with a smile. There was a burning will-o'-the-wisp under his feet. Unfortunately, it couldn't burn him. Without him, his supernatural power was too low.
The will-o'-the-wisp is emitting a faint light, and the surroundings are silent. The oil lamp is only a few steps away from Lin Qian, and it won't take long.
When he came to the oil lamps, Lin Qian's eyes flickered slightly. Each of these oil lamps had a simple and old shape. They were definitely old objects. The lamp oil inside exuded a corpse odor, which was a bit pungent and unpleasant.
Although it smells bad, you can tell at just a glance that these lamp oils are not simple. The ghosts on them are very weird. I don't know which ghost Zhang Xianguang got them from.
Lin Qian reached out to get them, but the moment his hands touched these oil lamps, Lin Qian's pupils shrank slightly and his face became cloudy and uncertain.
The body was flashing green and red, and the whole person began to become illusory.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and suddenly thought:
"What's the next step? Pull out the ghost painting on my body? It's interesting. I wonder if they saw me walking out of the ghost painting. What expression will it look like?”
A murmur sounded from Lin Qian's mouth, which sounded a bit hopeful. Before the words could be heard, Lin Qian had already disappeared, taking with him the blue-red ghost realm.
Nie Yingping used the bride's puzzle and the source of the ghost paintings to try to pull out the ghost paintings on Lin Qian, but he never thought that he would pull Lin Qian away.
This can be regarded as an accident again. Of course, it is an accident for Lin Qian and a surprise for others...
With Lin Qian’s disappearance, The whole city became pitch black again, and will-o'-the-wisps filled the city. There were broken limbs and high-rise buildings that collapsed and shattered. A bleak silence spread quietly here.
Due to the lack of the blue-red ghost realm in the sky, the entire sky burned with green flames again. Star River and Beidou had long since disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be burning, terrifying and strange.
Above the will-o'-the-wisp, forty-nine oil lamps stood quietly in place, as if abandoned by their owners, looking extremely pitiful.
I don’t know how much time passed, amidst the will-o’-the-wisps, a private school quietly appeared, creaking, the door of the private school suddenly opened, and a ray of light shot out from the room.
A middle-aged man with a numb expression and cold eyes sat in front of an oil lamp, from which the light emitted from the house.
The middle-aged man looked at the forty-nine oil lamps that were extinguished, his eyes were dim and unclear, a little disappointed, a little relieved, but mostly cold.
"It failed. I couldn't stop him. Nie Yingping was probably in trouble as well. Lin Qian was actually dragged over as a ghost painting. Nie Yingping couldn't beat him. I don't know if he can run away. .”
“I don’t know what’s going on with Chen Qiaoyang, but it’s probably going to be very difficult.”
“Based on the current situation, Chen Qiaoyang is probably in serious trouble.”
"Alas, my knife is gone..."
The middle-aged man sighed, the numbness on his face quickly disappeared, and he was changing towards a living person, the middle-aged man, or Zhang Xianguang.
He stood up from the stool, walked out of the private school and came to the oil lamps. He took them one by one into the private school and put them away. These things can still be used.
After doing all this, Zhang Xianguang stood quietly at the door of the private school, his face full of complexity and helplessness, the situation was over and there was no way to turn around.
With this arrangement, accidents appeared one after another. First, the red umbrella that the young man got from nowhere, and then the connection between the ghost painting and the young man was far deeper than imagined, and then She is the Cunning Bride...
These accidents caused the plans they had prepared for decades to go to waste.
"Alas, the old man is right, the bamboo basket is empty."
Zhang Xianguang sighed far away, looking at the burning will-o'-the-wisp, the green color was just like that. Just like all the colorful ghost money, it’s not very easy to earn.
"Go back to dad and ask him. I haven't been back for a long time. I don't know if dad will kill me."
"Probably not. Although I haven't inherited the family lineage, I can try my best... ”
Remembering his old man’s temper, Zhang Xianguang’s mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed again:< br>
"Forget it, I won't go back. Dad is old and can easily act stupid. He might really beat me to death. I'd better not send him up."
Thinking of this, Zhang Xianguang is also helpless. At this moment, he is not too disappointed about the failure of the plan. At this point, there is nothing to say.
Walking into the private school, closing the door gently, and with a sigh, the private school slowly disappeared, as if it had never appeared. (End of this chapter)