Chapter 1,292 An unexpected appearance(1/2)
"The world of ghost paintings is much bigger than before. It is not easy to find the real Zhang Xianguang here. Moreover, there are ghosts in the world of ghost paintings. If you wander around without direction, it will not only waste time, but also cause trouble.
It is easy to encounter danger."
He Yinger said.
She looked at the endless gray sky and felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.
It’s hard to imagine that this was caused by a supernatural event.
But at this time, the falling paper dust in the sky has disappeared. Although there is still a large amount of paper dust remaining on the ground, the appearance of this change gives people a bad premonition.
It's like the calm before the storm.
"I can guide the direction. It won't be difficult to cooperate with Yang Jian's ghost domain to find the real Zhang Xianguang." Lu Zhiwen said as he started to move.
That special pen, combined with a piece of paper with Zhang Xianguang's name written all over it, can guide you in a general direction.
"over there."
Immediately, he stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction outside Shuangqiao Town.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian led three people and rushed towards the direction pointed by Lu Zhiwen.
Being able to use ghost realms is a huge advantage in the world of ghost paintings, and finding people through ghost realms is also a great convenience.
soon.
An inconspicuous village caught Yang Jian's attention.
His ghost domain coverage noticed something unusual here.
When Yang Jian paid careful attention, the situation here made him feel surprised, but since he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he even doubted whether he was hallucinating.
Here he actually saw Sun Rui, Yang Xiao and the dead souls living in the oil paintings in the ghost post office, as well as the ghosts in the ghost paintings, and a terrifying ghost he had encountered before... the mummy
bride.
"Found it, right here."
Yang Jian immediately stopped moving and headed straight for this inconspicuous village with He Yin'er, Zhou Deng and Lu Zhiwen.
at the same time.
In this small village, Sun Rui led thirty-six dead souls in oil paintings to engage in the most brutal fight with Zhang Xianguang, Nie Yingping, Du Hong, and Zhang Ying.
This is a battle where faith and life are at stake. No one wants to lose, and no one wants to retreat.
Although Zhang Xianguang's group has a relatively small number of people, Nie Yingping is a top ghost controller among them, even better than some captains at the headquarters. Du Hong and Zhang Ying are also veteran ghost controllers, although they are not as good as captain level controllers.
The ghosts are not far behind. The only one who is more crotch-stretching is Zhang Xianguang, who has lost most of his supernatural powers.
However, Zhang Xianguang is the manager of the post office and he will not die, which is a huge advantage.
Although Sun Rui's side has a large number of people, the supernatural power of the dead souls is not even as good as when they were alive, and their growth has been stagnant for more than ten years or even decades. To be honest, they are a bit behind the times.
However, the souls of the dead are better than many people, and some of the supernatural powers they control are very difficult to deal with.
For a while, the two sides seemed quite evenly matched.
Within just a few moments of taking action, there were already casualties.
Although the dead souls will not die in the oil painting, they will die when they are severely damaged by other supernatural beings. After all, the supernatural power of the oil painting can keep them alive, and other supernatural beings can also erase their existence.
What's more, this is not the world of oil paintings, but the world of ghost paintings.
After leaving the oil painting, the dead soul also lost some of its advantages.
Therefore, the thirty-six dead souls began to suffer heavy losses one after another, were unable to survive, and began to dissipate.
"Jiang Wei, Hong Xiuyun, Wang Daohai, Zhang Xiaomei..."
A dead soul shouted the names of familiar friends. He saw with his own eyes that these people were killed by Nie Yingping, their bodies collapsed, and they died directly.
The other dead souls were not inferior at all. After paying the price of several people, they killed the female ghost controller named Zhang Ying. At the same time, the other Du Hong was also unable to resist and was violently attacked by other dead souls.
It's so exhausted that the evil spirit is about to revive.
Yang Xiao took this opportunity to drag the real Zhang Xianguang into his dream, trying to take away the culprit.
"A group of dead souls have been dead for who knows how many years. Do you think they can win by relying on large numbers? Today I am going to let you know that the gap between ghost masters cannot be made up by relying on quantity."
Nie Yingping shouted, his body was cold and ashen, and there were bursts of bruises on his skin, as if he had been frostbitten.
At this moment, there was something supernatural nearby that was attacking him and trying to kill him.
But the temperature around him dropped sharply, and the nearby dead souls seemed to have entered an ice coffin at this moment. There was a thick layer of frost on their eyebrows, hair, and eyelids. Some of the dead souls tried to get close to Nie Yingping and attack him. As a result,
However, his body froze in place and became a stiff corpse.
Nie Yingping didn't know when he was holding an old small toy in his hand. It was a rattle that children often played with in the past. The red paint on the rattle was mottled, and the drum surface was even more dirty and black. Moreover, the little toy was still dirty.
There are defects, and the two hanging projectiles on the left and right have disappeared.
But the strange thing is that there is a human face vaguely under the surface of the rattle, and the outlines of two palms emerge, as if there are evil spirits imprisoned inside.
Obviously, this is a weird supernatural item.
No, to be precise, this is Nie Yingping's supernatural weapon.
He held the rattle like a heavy hammer and smashed it against the frozen corpse.
The dull drum beats echoed with the screams of terrifying ghosts, making people feel creepy.
And after a sound, the frozen corpse was shattered directly, leaving no trace at all. At the same time, the terrifying scream made several nearby dead souls roll their eyes and fell to the ground, with their noses, eyes, and mouths full of
Thick blood flowed out, as if his consciousness had been severely damaged.
"We can't leave this guy alone. He's very strong. If we can't kill him, we can't win." Some dead souls yelled.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Trash should die peacefully." Nie Yingping strode over, his ghost domain spread, and the temperature nearby dropped sharply.
This temperature is not a real low temperature, but a supernatural influence on reality. If the influence of the supernatural can be isolated, then this feeling of low temperature will not exist, just like the burning of a will-o'-the-wisp. It is not a real fire, but a supernatural power.
appear.
The dead soul who just spoke immediately felt that his whole body was frozen, as if his blood had stopped flowing.
Even though he no longer has a living body, he can still feel the feeling of freezing.
"Don't be too arrogant."
The dead soul glared at him, and he fought back before his body froze. A dark figure broke away from him and headed towards Nie Yingping.
But before the supernatural attack came, it stopped in front of Nie Yingping.
The dark figure was also covered in frost and was frozen in place.
Nie Yingping had a cold face and hit the rattle in his hand without hesitation. The dead soul immediately lost its movement and fell to the ground. It was obvious that it could not resist the supernatural being and was killed.
"Ahem."
Suddenly, a weak, terminally ill cough sounded.
Sun Rui, codenamed Sick Ghost, did not hesitate to take action at this moment. While Yang Xiao was holding Zhang Xianguang back, he wanted to join forces with other dead souls to kill Nie Yingping. As long as he killed him, the rest of the other party would be helpless.
With strength, the battle will be won.
Nie Yingping felt a foreign body in his throat at this moment and couldn't help but want to cough. At the same time, his body also felt weak.
"This little bit of supernatural power wants to kill me? Trash is trash and will never make it to the forefront."
He snorted and remained unmoved. At the same time, a tattoo appeared on his frostbitten skin.
The pattern on the tattoo is a skinny corpse, as if it has starved to death, it is so skinny and lifelike, as if the corpse is lying on his body.
This kind of supernatural feeling makes people feel a little familiar.
There were ghost masters who had tattoos like this in the past, but the patterns of the tattoos were a little different.
As soon as the tattoo appeared, Nie Yingping's coughing feeling disappeared immediately. The ghost attached to his skin helped him block the supernatural attack.
"This guy......"
Sun Rui had to admit at this moment that this guy was indeed very strong, and he displayed at least three kinds of supernatural powers.
In other words, he controlled at least three ghosts.
And until now, there is no sign of the ghost's recovery. This also shows that he has temporarily solved the problem of the ghost's recovery and can use supernatural power for a long time. It is almost impossible to kill him. After all, he
To be continued...