Chapter 362: A Vulnerable Confrontation
High-rise buildings stood tall, vehicles passed by at high speed on the street, and the lights reflected on the glass flashed away.
"Is it impossible? Do you think that in my memory, I shouldn't be like this? Or do you not believe that I am still a terrifying existence in your own memory?"
< br>Lin Qian looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face; "Actually, you can't kill me even without them. The me in this memory is still scarier than you."
The night in the memory is rich, Although the stars in the sky are beautiful, they are not as numerous as the bride.
"No, this is impossible. I clearly went there and I don't have the memory of being a ghost. How could I come here? No! This is impossible!"
The middle-aged man's expression became extremely excited, and he was a little He couldn't believe this was true. His ghost had never made any mistakes, so he was very sure that this was the memory node he wanted to enter at the beginning.
Why does this happen?
Looking at the three "people" who were approaching, the middle-aged man's expression changed uncertainly. He looked at Lin Qian, and he wanted to know why.
But Lin Qian just looked at him with a smile and had no intention of speaking, so he didn't bother to tell him the truth and satisfy the dead man's curiosity. Lin Qian didn't have that good patience.
Under the bright neon lights and the stars in the sky, the middle-aged man turned around and ran away without saying a word. He knew very well that he could not defeat the three ghosts in front of him.
The flowers fell, and a red petal suddenly fell on the tip of the middle-aged man's nose. This made him a little confused as he just turned around and planned to escape.
Why are there petals here? The next moment, the middle-aged man reacted, his eyes full of horror and horror.
"This is impossible!" Feeling the severe pain in his body, he looked at his flesh and blood that was beginning to turn into petals, with confusion and disbelief in his eyes.
He seemed unable to believe that he died like this. This was a bit inappropriate.
The flesh and blood withered, and the red petals were scattered all over the ground, like a pool of bright blood.
The petals were flying in the wind. Lin Qian stretched out his hand to catch one, with a smile in his eyes. It was ridiculous that a small fly was shaking the big tree.
The bride slowly disappeared before his eyes, and the thief did the same.
In the yard, the matchmaker looked at the incense burner in front of her with a ferocious face. Her expression showed a sense of horror. The red incense was almost inserted into the incense burner, but the boy was actually fine and still looked like a cloud. Breezy look.
Not even a single scratch could be seen on the body, which made the five of them present feel very chilled.
"This is impossible! How could he be so strong!" Lao Si thrust the long knife there hard, and the long knife completely penetrated his body every time.
Every penetration will cause the scarecrow on the ground to become a little more broken, and at the same time, Lin Qian's clothes will have a slight crack.
Lin Qian didn't care about this. He was not even in the mood to take this kind of attack seriously.
"Don't hide it. It depends on that boy's strength. If we don't use our full strength, we may have to explain here." The flesh and blood on the fourth boy's chest has been stabbed to pieces by him. Meat, but he didn't care and continued his actions.
He stared at the tattered but slowly repairing green scarecrow in front of him, and said with solemn eyes.
But in the huge courtyard, apart from the sound of the coffin vibrating and the chains colliding, there was only the sound of his flesh and blood tearing apart.
No one answered.
The fourth child was a little confused. When did they become so quiet?
Just when he wanted to raise his head to see his companions, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill enveloped his ragged chest in just an instant.
He looked at the green scarecrow whose head suddenly fell off on the ground, his eyes full of incredulity. He stared at the scarecrow blankly, and a thin black line appeared in the neck, and then slowly expanded until It turned into a hideous wound.
"This is impossible! How could such a thing happen! I don't believe it..."
Lao Si looked ferocious, spitting out these words one by one, his voice became hoarse, and there were signs on his neck. The wound caused air leakage from his trachea.
Thump, thump...
The heavy object fell to the ground, and five extremely unwilling heads rolled to the ground. Coldness emerged, but they were suppressed in an instant.
Lin Qian walked over with an indifferent expression. The little girl huddled in Lin Qian's arms was trembling. Another person died.
Although Lin Qian felt a little distressed about Coco's fear, now was not the time to care about it. He stepped over the head in front of him and glanced at the woman who was still kneeling there even though she had lost her life. The headless body looked like Still a little plump.
The ghost beheaded eight people with one beheading. All eight people died for no apparent reason.
Ignoring these strangely dead corpses, he walked straight towards the Table of the Eight Immortals. As he walked past, five starving ghosts suddenly appeared and swallowed the five corpses directly.
After eating the five corpses, two of the starving ghosts disappeared. They went to deal with the corpses of the other two people.
Not paying attention to the dead people, Lin Qian looked at the Eight Immortals Table in front of him. At this moment, the evil ghost in front of the Eight Immortals Table was still at most one minute away from appearing completely.
The shadows solidified, and Lin Qian could already see their appearance clearly. The eight numb-looking ghosts were almost as terrifying as the eight people just now.
But Lin Qian had no time to wait for these ghosts. Show up completely and release the Cunning Bride as soon as possible so that he can go to the Republic of China early to do his own thing.
Red silk was floating in the yard, and the red light of the lantern reflected the red cloth on the coffin, which became even bloodier. Lin Qian stretched out his hand directly, without hesitation, and neatly tore off the chains tied to the coffin.
Bang
There was a loud noise, and the moment the chain broke, the coffin lid slammed heavily on the Eight Immortals table, and the eight starving ghosts suddenly appeared behind the eight evil ghosts who were about to appear. .
Horrifying supernatural beings emerged, and the starving ghost directly stretched his hand into the illusion. In an instant, the supernatural beings began to collide and confront each other.
But in just the blink of an eye, the supernatural beings were suppressed, and the eight ghosts were forcibly pulled out of the illusion by the starving ghosts, and then swallowed into their stomachs without any hesitation.
Lin Qian didn't care about this. He looked at the bride in the coffin wearing a hijab, a wedding dress, a red bracelet in her hand, a necklace around her neck, and embroidered shoes. Lin Qian had a smile on her face.
The familiar feeling makes me feel nostalgic.
The bride at this moment is still different. Lin Qian can feel that the current bride has ghost paintings and ghost blood on her body, which is different from modern brides.
Although she sounds strong, she is not as strong as a modern bride. After all, she lacks a groom.
The bride in the coffin stood tall and graceful, and the strange bride standing next to Lin Qian slowly walked onto the Eight Immortals Table, with the red silk and wedding dress swaying in unison.
The cold red light shone on Lin Qian's face. Lin Qian watched quietly, and the little girl also watched quietly.
The bride began to dissipate and slowly merged into the bride inside the coffin. A supernatural feeling emerged. Lin Qian smiled and reached out: "Welcome back, my bride."
The coffin shook slightly. , the bride's numb pupils rolled under the hijab, and she slowly stretched out her white arms, as if in response to Lin Qian's words just now, she put her hand in Lin Qian's palm.
The cold touch and delicate skin made Lin Qian subconsciously think that he had gone back in time. Pulling the bride out of the coffin, Lin Qian laughed: "Coco, call mom."
Lin Qian looked at the bride Hijab, reached out and touched Coco's head.
"Mom...Mom!" Keke timidly called out to her mother with some stuttering.
The Cunning Bride turned her pupils slightly and looked at Coco. The little girl huddled in Lin Qian's arms in the red yard was a little scared.
"Don't scare her, our daughter is still young." Lin Qian rubbed the bride's hand with some reproach in his eyes, and the bride's eyes shifted from Coco to Lin Qian.
The gaze of a fierce ghost was extremely cold, but Lin Qian didn't care at all. He was just being stared at by the bride. It was not like he had never experienced it before, so he didn't panic.
'Dad, does mom not like me...' The little girl looked at Lin Qian nervously, with some fear and fear in her eyes.
"Uh... no, your mother is like this. You will understand when you stay with her for a long time." Lin Qian comforted Coco, and then he looked at the Eight Immortals table on the coffin in front of him, After thinking about it, Lin Qian reached out and took the Eight Immortals Table. As for the coffin, Lin Qian put it into the bride's ghost painting.
The decoration in the yard is just like a wedding scene, very festive.
"It's time to go, we need to prepare some ghosts for Coco." Lin Qian looked at the yard in front of him, looked at the bride and Coco, Lin Qian thought for a while, turned around and left the yard with the bride in hand.
It's time to go back and prepare for the ghost marriage, the time is coming.
The bride was led out of the yard by Lin Qian, her bright and exquisite wedding dress swaying.
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Daqian Kyoto.
In the magnificent palace hall, twin dragons coiled around the pillars, and the ground was covered with colored glaze. Wei Jing ate the ghost on the body of a guard commander in his hand, and threw the body on the ground.
He didn't care whether the blood on the corpse would stain the jeweled hall. He looked at Emperor Daqian sitting on the dragon throne, wearing a crown and bright yellow dragon clothes, with a very calm expression.
The main hall is luxurious, with gold-lacquered wooden pillars and exquisite dragon caissons. There is a gold-lacquered dragon throne placed on the high platform in the middle of the hall. Blood moistens the ground and seems to be flowing continuously. In the front hall of the throne, there are ten Two golden dragons surround the pillar, with evil eyes and blood between their teeth.
Below it are the twelve Buddhist statues of Arhats, either kneeling or being pressed, carrying the twelve evil dragon pillars as the beams of the main hall.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood hung upside down above the dome.
Blood dripped on the ground paved with glass, as if there were countless evil ghosts vying for the blood flowing from the cracks in the glass.
Except for the blood-stained glass surface, the rest looks extremely solemn.
"The most evil powerful people." Wei Jing muttered to himself as he looked at this scene.
The residences of ancient emperors were really luxurious and luxurious. In modern times, they are just like places of interest.
“Here he comes, he’s pretty fast.” The middle-aged man sitting on the dragon chair looked at the corpses in the hall with a calm expression, as if the scene in the hall was just normal.
The middle-aged man had long expected the annihilation of the Imperial Guards, and those who could be left behind by the young man to finish the battle would not be any less powerful.
Wei Jing looked around, fighting all the way from the east gate to the main hall. He saw that there were no less than a hundred ghost masters who came to die, and tens of thousands of ordinary people.
But without exception, they did not let Wei Jing stop. He looked at the Emperor Daqian, who was so successful that all his bones were withered. This was the emperor's character.
Even though he knew he was going to die, the middle-aged man on the throne still sent someone to intercept him. He really would rather die than surrender.
This is how an emperor should be. If he voted, Wei Jing would look down on him.
"Give me that ghost, and I'll leave you a complete corpse." Wei Jing walked towards the dragon chair. The gold-painted dragon was really impressive.
Hearing Wei Jing's words, the middle-aged man looked at the corpse beside Wei Jing. It was so tattered that it looked like no one. This was caused by the evil spirit that was pulled out of Wei Jing's body.
The middle-aged man thought about the evil ghost on his body. If he was pulled out, he might not be as good as those corpses. At least they could still see their faces, but they might not be so lucky.
"The emperor's treatment is really good, and he can actually keep the whole body." The middle-aged man looked at Wei Jing in surprise, and then smiled bitterly: "I don't know where you people came from. Come out, I have never seen you before, not even once. If I didn't know it was impossible, I would have thought you were not from this world."
"You are really terrifying. ”
Recalling the young man, the middle-aged man was a little silent when he looked at the man named Wei Jing in front of him. Among the two, the young man was the strongest, he was second, and the other two were second.
Out of the four of them, except for the man with what looked like a dry cigarette hanging from his mouth, he could not beat any of the others. This was outrageous.
He was able to beat one of the four people, which made the Daqian Emperor a little sad.
Since he is a majestic emperor, he can only defeat one, which is somewhat embarrassing.
Looking at Wei Jing, who was walking towards him without saying a word, the middle-aged man's expression gradually became calmer, and all the previous helplessness and bitter smile disappeared.
He sat up from the dragon chair and stared at Wei Jing: "I can't give it to you, that fierce ghost. If you make me surrender just because of your words, I will lose face. I will die without mercy." Corpse?”
“It doesn’t matter, just come, I will follow. I am afraid of a dead body, so why am I the Emperor of Daqian?”
The middle-aged man stared at Wei Jing, with a particularly indifferent expression on his face. There was no fear of death in his eyes. It seems like what he said is true. If he is afraid of a dead body, then why should he become the emperor?
Wei Jing's eyes turned slightly. He looked at the emperor in surprise, thinking highly of him. It was not unreasonable for this guy to sit in the position of emperor.
Wei Jing did not speak. The glazed emeralds and dragon-shaped pillars in the main hall looked dim in front of the middle-aged man at this moment. When he looked at the middle-aged man, he suddenly thought of Ye Zhen for some reason. .
If he were here, this middle-aged man might be hung up and chopped by Ye Zhen because he was standing too high. There is no doubt that Ye Zhen would definitely do this.
"Is it imperial? It's a pity that it's useless." Black mist began to appear behind Wei Jing, and the terrifying coldness covered the entire hall, and the darkness swept towards the middle-aged man.
The ghost begins to kill. The ghost can suppress 212 ghosts. It only takes an instant to end the battle. (End of this chapter)