Chapter 260 Containment in the Painting
In the dim sky, mist surged, Ye Zhen sat cross-legged on the tallest building, with an unsheathed sword on his lap.
Ye Zhen looked in one direction indifferently, his eyes full of fighting spirit, the mysterious bride was coming soon.
"Look at me, Mr. Ye, who can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword today."
The breeze blew by, blowing the tips of his hair, and his handsome face was full of indifference.
"In the past there was Lin Wudi who was invincible in the world, but now I have Ye Zhen who can kill ghosts and gods with one sword."
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The source of ghost paintings
The Milky Way is bright and the lake is sparkling. The blossoming red lotus swayed in the water, and a red boat floated among it.
The stars are reflected in the water, and the red moon hangs high. Lin Qian is lying in the boat, his eyes twinkling and his face expressionless.
Beside him, a bride wearing a wedding dress was leaning on him, and the wedding dress was spread all over the boat.
“When you are drunk, you don’t know the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of dreams, overwhelming the stars?”
Lin Qian laughed, her eyes slightly closed, not paying attention to the strange bride lying on him, This is a ghost painting, not a real bride.
“When I wake up, everything will be over.”
As Lin Qian closed her eyes, the beautiful bride flashed with red light, slowly covering her body. Lin Qian's body.
The supernatural begins, and the fight for control of the ghost painting starts from here.
The boat is drifting, the breeze is blowing, the wedding dress is blowing, the waves are sparkling, the stars are in the eyes, and the Milky Way is in the world.
What a dream journey to Tianhe Wonderland.
As Lin Qian began to control ghost paintings, a strange change began to occur.
Dajing City, headquarters, basement.
Mr. Qin looked at an open gold box, which contained several faded and yellowed photos.
“Here we go, this guy moves really fast.”
Mr. Qin had a smile on his face and reached out to take out the photo from the gold box.
But a strange scene occurred. Before Mr. Qin could take out the photos, the photos were turned into ashes.
Mr. Qin’s hand paused for a moment, then he suddenly realized and shook his head helplessly:
"It's really stingy to completely take back the supernatural power."
Pouring out the ashes in the box, Mr. Qin stood up, turned and walked towards the basement.
"Since the Cunning Bride has gone to find Mr. Lin, I have to make some arrangements. Dajing City will not be peaceful next time."
Mr. Qin whispered softly, with a thin voice. Not audible.
At the same time, in a grocery store, a middle-aged man looked at a book on the table with a smile on his face:
"Not a bad young man, he moves so fast."
The middle-aged man touched the name on the book and curved the corner of his mouth.
Painting: Lin Qian (time unknown)
Hungry: Lin Qian
“There is no possibility of failure in control, boy Lin is very good.”
The middle-aged man looked up at the outside of the shop, looking very far away.
"Let's start. If the headquarters satisfies me this time, I can agree to Xiao Qin's request and sit in the headquarters."
The middle-aged man's eyes were full of smiles. Most of the disappointment about the Republic of China period has also disappeared. That stupid woman took power in the harem and messed around. If he hadn't been out of reality at that time, he would have killed her long ago.
How dare you declare war, and why you would rather be a friendly country than a domestic slave.
When he came out, he was so angry when he heard this.
"Idiot, you don't want to deal with supernatural resuscitation, you just want to control power."
The smile in the middle-aged man's eyes slowly disappeared, and his teeth started to itch when he thought of this woman.
"If I had known that she would be such a virtuous person, I would have killed her when she was a child, so as not to cause so much trouble."
The middle-aged man murmured to himself.
Because Lin Qian began to control ghost paintings, all the supernatural powers of ghost paintings in the world were taken away. Many people discovered that the paintings placed at home suddenly faded.
All turned into white drawings, just like Zhang Xianguang. Zhang Xianguang, who was eye-to-eye with Nie Yingping in the tattoo parlor, suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Quickly took out a painting from his pocket, but the color on the painting had disappeared.
"Starting to drive? It's really fast."
Hearing Zhang Xianguang's words, Nie Yingping was expressionless and drank tea by himself.
He is too lazy to care about this now, the plan has failed, and the ghost painting is destined to be out of reach.
"Old Zhang, do you think we still have to block that passage?"
Zhang Xianguang put the painting aside casually, looking a little lonely:
"What are we going to do? It's just the two of us. The rest are dead and nothing can be solved by going there."
“It’s better to go find Lin Qian after a while and let him take a look. Maybe he can solve the problem.”
“What you think is good, just look at that kid’s temper. , knowing that you are not dead, I am afraid that I will hunt you to the end of the world.”
Nie Yingping directly revealed the truth. He was not optimistic about Zhang Xianguang's behavior of going to Lin Qian to kill him.
"That's right. I deceived this boy quite a lot. He can have such a deep connection with the Cunning Bride, and I have contributed a lot."
The corner of Nie Yingping's mouth twitched, I've been complaining in my heart for a long time, and you know it.
"Forget it, if we fail, we fail. Let's not move. Let's welcome the full recovery of supernatural beings honestly. If we can, we will do our part."
Zhang Xianguang sighed. , very helpless.
"Well, for now, that's all we have. Except for me, neither you nor Chen Qiaoyang succeeded in our plan this time."
"You're okay, Chen Qiaoyang." The goods are basically instantaneous. When I saw the strange bride, my heart was numb."
Nie Yingping's face was uncertain and he was very scared.
“Well, I didn’t expect that the mysterious bride would become so terrifying. When I saw it before, it was still a mummified bride wearing a wedding dress.”
“In the end, how long has it been? , it became like this, who could have imagined it.”
Zhang Xianguang picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. I plan to go back soon. Do you want to go with me?"
Hearing Zhang Xianguang's words, Nie Yingping's expression suddenly changed. Looking at Zhang Xianguang’s eyes, something seemed wrong:
“Old Zhang, are you serious? You don’t know the master’s temper. I’m afraid you’ll be beaten to death by him if you go back now.”
“He’s been trying to kill you since you were forty years old before you even let him hold your grandson. , I met him once more than ten years ago, and I was almost beaten to death by him that time.”
Having said this, Nie Yingping rubbed his neck subconsciously, then shook his head and stopped thinking about the horrific scene:
"If you want to go back and die, just go by yourself. Don't drag me there, and I will return it." I want to live a few more days.”
Seeing Nie Yingping’s unwillingness to go even to death, Zhang Xianguang let out a long sigh and thought. Liao thought and said:
"Forget it then, I won't go back. My dad is old and prone to misbehavior. I might really be beaten to death when I go back. My dad beat me when I was a kid. It’s more powerful. If you say it’s going to be hung up, it’s really going to happen.”
“I won’t get into trouble anymore.”
Speaking of his old man, Zhang Xianguang had a headache. The strongest man in the previous era had this kind of temper and couldn't change it.
Seeing that Zhang Xianguang gave up the idea of going home, Nie Yingping nodded:
"Well, just think about it. You should stay here with me recently and stop running around. I'm afraid that the old man has become very angry recently. I'll come here and beat you to death myself."
Zhang Xianguang:...
"Okay, what you said makes sense. I'll just hide here and wait until the old man forgets what happened recently. .”
Nie Yingping nodded, drank tea, looked at the darkness outside the door, his eyes were a little dazed, and he began to wander.
Zhang Xianguang rubbed his cheeks and looked at the darkness outside the door, with some memories in his eyes, but more of a pity.
The plan that had been laid out for decades failed when it failed, and there was no room for remediation, even if they had a back-up plan.
Zhang Xianguang exhaled a long breath, but suddenly his body stiffened suddenly, and then stood up and ran away without saying a word. Nie Yingping did not move at all, calmly put down the tea cup, and walked aside silently, eyes Observe the nose, and the nose observes the heart.
“Run? If you can’t run away, I lose.”
After hearing this, Zhang Xianguang stood up and slowly sat back down.
"Dad, why are you here?"
A thin old man walked into the tattoo parlor. Hearing his son's words, the old man had no expression on his face.
Ten minutes later...
Zhang Xianguang touched his bruised face and sat beside Zhang Dong honestly, not daring to say a word.
Nie Yingping poured a cup of tea for the old man. The old man nodded to him and said nothing.
After doing all this, Nie Yingping sat down, looked at Zhang Xianguang's appearance, and tried not to laugh out loud.
“Little bastard, what did you tell me when you were young?”
“You said you wanted to complete that plan, so you didn’t need to marry a wife. It’s useless.”
“The result is that after decades of hard work, it’s not as good as a few months, and the boy has only been a ghost controller for a few months.”
Speaking of where he was angry, the old man slapped Zhang Xianguang on the head.
Zhang Xianguang was slapped with an expressionless face and did not dare to say a word.
"Okay, I'm too lazy to give you more sex. Go home and bury me in two months."
"You little bastard, you didn't let me A place of satisfaction.”
Hearing what the old man said, Zhang Xianguang suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man in disbelief:
"Dad, are you going to die?"
The old man's face turned dark immediately, so ten minutes later, Zhang Xianguang, with a bruised nose and swollen face, sat on the stool, and Nie Yingping took a silent breath, well, this melon... The tea is really good.
"Damn it, if you can talk, just say less. Why am I going to die? I'm going to die at the end of my life. Fortunately, you are still a person who has taught. It's really terrible to be uneducated."
Speaking of this, the old man took a deep look at Zhang Xianguang, then shook his head and continued:
"Come back early, I don't want no one to bury me."
After saying that, the old man stood up and left. When he heard what the old man said, Zhang Xianguang's pupils shrank slightly, and he roughly guessed what was going on.
He turned his gaze and looked at the faded ghost painting, already understanding in his heart.
“It seems that Lin Qian discovered me and was careless.”
Nie Yingping narrowed his eyes, looked at the faded ghost painting, thought for a while and said to Zhang Xianguang:
“Take it to the mass grave and bury it. I suspect that after Lin Qian controls the ghost painting, he will follow this painting directly to my place.”
Zhang Xianguang nodded, rubbed his bruised and swollen face, and picked up the painting with some toothache:
"Then I'll leave first, this beating from the old man really hurts."
Nie Yingping laughed:
“ Just be content, the old man came here specifically to remind you, don’t act like a good boy to get an advantage.”
The corners of Zhang Xianguang’s mouth twitched, he shook his head, turned around and walked outside, he had to go to the mass burial quickly. Gang buried this thing, this thing is very dangerous.
Looking at Zhang Xianguang leaving, Nie Yingping shook his head, stood up and put away the tea cups. This guy deserved to be beaten for cheating me.
But talk about the ghost painting at this moment.
Sitting cross-legged on a high-rise building, Ye Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the farthest point of the city, with the corners of his mouth raised:
“Here he comes!”
< br> Holding the hilt of the sword, Ye Zhen stood up, stretched out his hand and the will-o'-the-wisp burned even more strangely.
"She has great momentum. She deserves to be Lin Wudi's wife. She is indeed strong enough!"
Looking at the bright red on the horizon, Ye Zhen laughed, jumped down from the tall building, and headed towards the bright red. The blood rushed away.
A red necklace around her neck shone with a coquettish red light.
A sword crossed the air, and the thin golden thread struck his head, and the rickety sedan instantly split into two halves.
Ye Zhen pointed the tip of his sword to the ground and held it behind his back. The will-o'-the-wisp on his body turned into a blue line and appeared between his eyebrows.
At this moment, Ye Zhen has a bit of an immortal demeanor.
“Such a strong supernatural wave is a formidable enemy!”
Looking at the bride walking out of the red sedan, Ye Zhen’s eyes were sharp.
The wedding dress swayed in the wind, and the slightly swaying red hijab revealed the strangeness of this beautiful bride.
Ye Zhen frowned, the evil spirit in his body was being controlled, and he couldn't help but want to walk towards the bride.
"Hmph, you're a very small person, but you dare to do the same thing?"
A supernatural power emerged from his body, and the supernatural power disappeared in an instant.
Ye Zhen's eyes were a little solemn and should not be underestimated, but suddenly his eyes were condensed. Without saying a word, he turned around and struck out with a sword. With a bang, a tall scarecrow was chopped away by Ye Zhen's sword.
“If you dare to sneak attack someone Ye, you are really seeking death!”
Ye Zhen casually tore off the straw growing on his body with a very calm expression.
Looking at the tall scarecrow, Ye Zhen exhaled slowly and walked slowly to the side. The strange bride was already walking towards him.
After the first fight, he knew one thing clearly: he could not get too close to the Cunning Bride, otherwise he would not be able to die for her.
He will die by then!
Ye Zhen walked in a direction away from the city, not very fast, just about 70 meters away from the Cunning Bride.
This distance is the safest, and as the Cunning Bride came to the ghost painting, Ye Zhen could feel that many ghosts were coming here.
He slashed the scarecrow flying towards him with one sword. Ye Zhen's eyes flashed. This scarecrow was not weak. He could not suppress it even with two sword strikes.
Looking around, in just a moment, there were already more than a dozen figures walking towards this direction.
"Is this inviting ghosts? It's really overbearing."
Ye Zhen clenched the sword in his hand, and the blood stains on it were bright and dazzling.
With a slash of the sword, more than a dozen figures were embedded on the ground. Some of the less terrifying ones were cut into two pieces.
"A group of miscellaneous fish dare to participate in a battle between strong men, and a small cricket can shake a big tree. It is ridiculous and overconfident!" (End of this chapter)