Zhang Xianguang's face was gloomy and uncertain. He felt uncomfortable at the moment. He thought that Lin Qian wouldn't be able to find this place for a while, but he still underestimated Lin Qian's brain.
Just the moment the ghost blood flooded the city, he noticed something was wrong in the sky.
If that was the case, he didn't care much, but as soon as Lin Qian made a move, Liu Xin and Zhou Yun were killed, and he didn't even have a chance to make a move, which made him extremely frightened.
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 little bits of ash fell. You wouldn't be able to spot 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 expression as gloomy as water, very penetrating. He remained silent. He knew that Lin Qian was nearby, but because of the supernatural power of the red umbrella, he couldn't 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 meant that he still had a chance to make a comeback, because he discovered that Lin Qian was very afraid of his sword, and he discovered something strange from the beginning.
Lin Qian had been dodging his blows 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 he gave up suppressing him, he still had to dodge his strikes. This was a bit strange.
Something is wrong.
According to his understanding of this young man, 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.
"Is this kid afraid of the knife in my hand? He didn't even hide in the past, but now he is so afraid..."
Zhang Xianguang narrowed his eyes, always ready to kill 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 else, it should be caused by being chopped by this knife too many times. Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, similar to superposition.
"I have to find a way to chop Lin Qianyi's sword to see if it 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 should take a step back. Some things won't matter if we talk about them."
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 with just a word of informality.
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, and the old chains kept colliding. She stared at Zhang Xianguang not far away, thinking constantly in her heart.
"All supernatural beings have been canceled out by him, as if there are 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 tools you have."
The green flames of will-o'-the-wisps illuminate the sky, the mysterious Beidou is everywhere, and the rich bloody aura rises from bottom to top.
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 lanterns, but you have seven or forty-nine, which is a total of seven times."
Lin Qian sneered in her heart.
"I want to see what trump cards you, Zhang Xianguang, have after these forty-nine oil lamps are extinguished!"
Lin Qian's eyes were cold, and the yin energy on his body was even worse. The red light rippled, and Lin Qian disappeared directly on the spot.
At the same time, Zhang Xianguang, who was alert to his surroundings, suddenly changed his expression, his eyes shrank for a moment, and he suddenly turned around 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.
Apparently 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.
Zhang Xianguang slowly lowered his head and saw a bloody red umbrella piercing 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 effortlessly by Zhang Xianguang, 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 a sudden realization in his eyes. It turned out that he had guessed wrong...
Lin Qian expressionlessly reached out and grabbed the blood-stained sword from Zhang Xianguang's hand. He 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, if you lose, the price will be death."
Zhang Xianguang was silent and unable to speak. He was pierced 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 became
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 confused. This shouldn't be like this. Zhang Xianguang, who had lived for decades, died like this?
"Are you kidding! Zhang Xianguang died like this?"
Lin Qian's face looked a little ugly. He reached out and grabbed Li Gui's neck and pulled him off the red umbrella.
"Fuck you, did you arrange such a big scene, and then you died in front of me like this?"
Lin Qian's eyes were filled with fire, and he really didn't want to believe what he saw. According to his opinion, a person like Zhang Xianguang would not die so quickly even if the oil lamp was extinguished and his body was penetrated by a red umbrella.
But looking at the motionless body in his hands, Lin Qian fell silent. The fact was before his eyes, and he couldn't help but not believe it.
With Zhang Xianguang's death and the extinguishment of the oil lamp, dozens of Zhang Xianguangs above the sea of blood directly turned into nothingness.
The ghost fire burning in the blood also began to extinguish, and finally there was only a small flame left, rising and falling in the ghost blood.
It 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 it gave him some advantages, there was nothing he could do.
After swallowing the ghost after Zhang Xianguang's death, Lin Qian breathed a long sigh of relief. His enemy was dead, and he felt a lot more relieved. At least he no longer had to be worried about by some people.
Being thought about by someone all the time is not a good thing, let alone a vicious thought.
Now that Zhang Xianguang is dead, he feels relieved, and 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 get ready to control the ghost paintings. Damn it, if Zhang Xianguang hadn't suddenly made such a fuss, I might have gone abroad and come back. Zhang Xianguang is so stupid!"
Lin Qian cursed in a low voice. Although he was scolding like this, he had a smile on his face and raised the big knife in his hand. He had wanted this thing for a long time, and Red 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 blood of the ghosts 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 still think this way, let alone Zhang Xianguang already dead.
"Put these away and study how to use them when we get back. Seeing how clumsy 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, a man will not be rich without windfall, and a horse will not be fat without night grass. This principle 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 powers were too low.
The will-o'-the-wisp was emitting a faint light, and there was silence all around. The oil lamp was only a few steps away from Lin Qian, so it wouldn'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 strange. 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 eyes shrank slightly, and his face became cloudy and uncertain.
His body flashed green and red, and his whole person began to become illusory.
Lin Qian narrowed her eyes and suddenly realized:
"What's the next step? Pull out the ghost painting on my body? It's interesting. I wonder what their expressions will be like when they see me walking out of the ghost painting."
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 entire city became pitch black again. Will-o'-the-wisps filled the entire city, with broken limbs and broken bodies, and collapsed and shattered high-rise buildings. A bleak silence spread quietly here.
Because of the lack of the blue-red ghost realm in the sky, the entire sky burned with green flames again, the 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 they had been abandoned by their owners, looking extremely pitiful.
I don't know how much time passed, and amid the will-o'-the-wisps, a private school quietly appeared. With a creak, 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 shone out of the house.
The middle-aged man looked at the forty-nine oil lamps that were extinguished, his eyes 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 the situation is like at Chen Qiaoyang’s side, so it’s probably going to be pretty rough.”
"Based on the current situation, Chen Qiaoyang is probably in danger."
"Oh, my knife is gone..."
The middle-aged man sighed, and the numbness on his face quickly disappeared, and he was transforming into 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 such an arrangement, meanings still appear one after another, first the red umbrella that the young man got from nowhere, then the ghost painting and the young man have a far deeper connection than imagined, and then there is the mysterious bride...
These accidents caused all the plans they had prepared for decades to go to waste.
"Oh, the old man is right, the bamboo basket is empty."
Zhang Xianguang sighed distantly, looking at the burning will-o'-the-wisp, which was as green as the colorful pieces of ghost money. It was 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."
"I guess not. Although I haven't succeeded in carrying on the family lineage, I can at least live up to my expectations..."
Thinking of his old man's temper, Zhang Xianguang's mouth twitched slightly and sighed again:
"Forget it, I won't go back. Dad is old and prone to misbehavior. He might really beat me to death. I'd better not send him up."
Thinking of this, Zhang Xianguang was also helpless. At this moment, he was not too disappointed about the failure of the plan. At this point, there was 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.