Ye Zhen looked up at the ceiling and kicked a sword casually.
The long sword broke through the air and penetrated directly into the head of the malnourished man.
He's not dead yet, give him a ride.
Looking at the missionary's neck where his throat had been cut with a sword, Ye Zhen touched his chin.
"Master Yang, why don't you give me a memory of Tai Chi? Tai Chi and Bagua should be stronger together."
Yang Jian stretched his muscles and thought about it and thought it was okay:
"No problem, I'll get a copy of the memory for you after I get out."
In the dim hall, the smell of blood filled the air, and six corpses lay here in a mess.
Yang Jian and Ye Zhen didn't care at all.
But suddenly, their brows wrinkled, darkness appeared in their eyes, the world began to collapse, and a coldness filled the air.
"Are you leaving?" Yang Jian thought to himself.
On the Eiffel Tower, Lin Qian looked calmly at a young man who suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Who are you?"
The cold wind blew by, and a faint corpse smell came from the young man's body.
The young man looked one or two years younger than Lin Qian, with a standard Western face and blond hair.
His eyes were slightly cloudy and looked very vicissitudes of life.
He stared at Lin Qian, somewhat silent. After a while, he finally spoke:
"Hello, strong man from the east, I am Tutankhamun, one of the pharaohs of Egypt. I came here this time to express some apologies."
"By the way, please give up attacks on all heads of state."
His Chinese is very standard. If it weren't for his Western appearance, Lin Qian would have thought he was an authentic Oriental.
"Tutankhamun, the pharaoh of ancient Egypt?"
Lin Qian looked at this young man. He knew that this guy was a very strong guy when he came here last time.
Unfortunately, his strength is very limited, only as strong as Old Man Guijing.
"You have lived a long enough time. 3000 years is a ridiculous amount of time."
Lin Qian looked at this young man calmly. This young man was indeed very strong, but he couldn't beat himself. It was no surprise that he survived for a long time.
He had just met Wu'an Lord Bai Qi not long ago, and now that he had met Pharaoh, it was nothing.
Hearing Lin Qian's words, the young man felt helpless:
"It doesn't matter if you live a long time, you will still be a weak person."
During the Republic of China, they in Egypt saw the decline of the East and thought this was an opportunity.
So all the surviving pharaohs in their history participated in that incident.
As a result, he was the only pharaoh left, and the rest were wiped out by a being who claimed to be Li Chunfeng of the Tang Dynasty.
It was easy, they had no resistance at all.
All of the Western Divine Court were beheaded, except Anubis, who survived because he hid in the tomb of the Pharaoh.
At that time, the gods that the West was so proud of were defeated, and they did not even have the ability to die.
The god-king Zeus, who claimed to be invincible in the world, was such a terrifying existence, and was killed by that existence on the spot in the divine throne in the divine court.
The evil ghost in his body was also taken away by that being. From then on, no one in the West dared to call himself a god, and finally entered the age of silence.
"You are indeed a weakling. You can't beat me." Lin Qian nodded, and he agreed with Tutankhamun's sincerity.
Looking at the looming cat on Tutankhamun's shoulder, Lin Qian's eyes flickered.
It was a cat with its whole body covered in bandages, as skinny as a stick, just like a mummy.
"I'm very curious. Why do you dare to appear in front of me when you know you can't defeat me?"
"If you just hide in your tomb, I can pretend not to see you. After all, I don't have that much free time to demolish a pyramid."
Lin Qian stared at Tutankhamun, an antique who had lived for more than 3,000 years.
If nothing else, this guy's life-saving ability is absolutely top-notch, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to defeat a young man who had lived for 20 years after living for more than 3,000 years.
"I am just an illusion now, and my true body is still in the tomb." Tutankhamun smiled and explained.
"I see, he is really afraid of death." Lin Qian was a little disappointed, thinking that this guy really had the courage to come here.
"Everyone is afraid of death." Tutankhamun said.
"Yes." Lin Qian nodded in agreement.
The wind on the Eiffel Tower suddenly became violent, and Lin Qian reached out to hold the bride's wedding dress.
"What if I don't agree to your request?" Lin Qian squinted at Tutankhamun.
After hearing this, Tutankhamun was a little silent. After a while, he sighed and said:
"It's nothing, I just came to give it a try. One of Anubis' favorite inheritors participated in this plan."
"Then he was killed by your curse. He couldn't be saved, so he wanted to let you give his successor a chance to live."
"Since you don't agree, it doesn't matter. The heads of countries can still choose again."
After hearing this explanation, Lin Qian narrowed her eyes slightly:
"Oh~ According to you, do they still plan to continue implementing the Noah's Ark plan?"
"That's not true. Now that you have killed almost all the ghost masters in the West, they are no longer qualified to implement the Noah's Ark plan."
"So, you don't have to worry about anything. After today's disaster, they will only be able to huddle in their own one-third of an acre of land."
"After all, they have to go all out to solve the next thing. If they can't solve it, then they will perish."
Tutankhamun waved his hand and explained, which was very easy to understand and his attitude was very respectful.
"Is that so? That's really good news. Okay, since your attitude is so sincere, you don't have to die."
Lin Qian smiled and stretched out her hand to knock in the air. In an instant, all the words Tutankhamun had said before came to mind.
Twisted words were arranged in the air one by one. Tutankhamun shrank slightly when he saw this scene, with some fear in his eyes.
Lin Qian snapped her fingers and refused to fulfill Tutankhamun's wish, and the words shattered and disappeared.
"You are very lucky. I don't like eating very much recently, so I don't want the cat on you either."
Tutankhamun looked at Lin Qian silently, and at the sacrificial cat on his shoulder. He became even more silent, and finally he said:
"Then thank you very much."
After saying this, Tutankhamun disappeared, and the stench of his corpse slowly drifted away, drifting away with the wind.
Lin Qian leaned against the iron tower, disapproving:
"Haha... Pharaoh, trash."
Lin Qian touched his belly:
"Zhi Zhen, if the killing pattern hadn't been reorganized now, do you think you could have run away?"
Lin Qian's eyes flickered slightly. His current situation was very special, and the killing patterns of the hungry ghosts were changing.
In the past, there were several basic killing rules for Operation Starving Ghost.
These are the murder rules summarized by Wang Xiaoming, seen, heard, and encountered.
Now these laws are merging, and the starving ghosts are moving in the direction of killing people irregularly.
All the evil ghosts who were eaten, their killing patterns are completely integrated, and they will not be so stagnant when used in the future.
Lin Qian looked at the Seine River with amusement in his eyes:
"Anubis is really an interesting existence."
The breeze circled his fingers, Lin Qian looked at a red line in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Damn, Lin Wudi, what did you do to my handsome face?"
Ye Zhen looked at his face through the iron tower, green mountains and green waters, his eyebrows were mountains, his eyes were springs, and his nose was the ladder to heaven.
"The painting is quite beautiful."
Ye Zhen touched his chin and started to appreciate it seriously.
Yang Jian wiped away the painting on his face expressionlessly, the coldness emerged, and the ink on his face disappeared.
"Your bad taste is really outrageous. Did you take any pictures?" Yang Jian stared at Lin Qian with some doubts in his eyes.
Lin Qian leaned against the Eiffel Tower, looking very calm:
"No."
Well……
"Delete the photo." Yang Jian slowly approached Lin Qian, as did Ye Zhen next to him.
The two of them looked at Lin Qian with unkind expressions.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qian quickly raised his hand:
"I swear, I swear on Gao Zhiqiang's name, I didn't take any pictures."
"Gao Zhiqiang is dead, and he is driving a liar." Yang Jian's face darkened.
Well……
"Then I swear in the name of Anubis, if I take a photo, Anubis will be struck by thunder."
Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian and Ye Zhen with some embarrassment, changed his oath and said.
Can be followed immediately.
Katsa
An extremely huge thunder appeared in the distance, covering the sky and the sun.
Looking in that direction, it seems to be the location of Egypt.
Egypt.
From the top of a pyramid, a bolt of thunder fell, and a figure was silent in the thunder.
On the Eiffel Tower, Yang Jian and Ye Zhen looked at the thunder in the sky, and then stared at Lin Qian.
"Lin Wudi, you are a little unreasonable." Ye Zhen said.
Lin Qian looked at the thunder in the sky, his eyes flashing, thoughtfully:
"It really does exist."
Lin Qian looked at the two guys surrounding him, feeling helpless:
"Okay, okay, I'll delete it. Isn't it okay if I delete it?"
Lin Qian took out a mobile phone from his pocket and threw it directly to Yang Jian.
"Delete it yourself."
Yang Chen took the phone, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought about going to delete the photos with Ye Zhen.
Lin Qian was speechless, sighed, and shook his head:
"People's hearts are not as old as they used to be. They don't even have the most basic trust."
well……
Lin Qian reached out and grabbed into the air, and a black rope exuding coldness appeared in his hand.
Looking at the black rope in his hand, Lin Qian thought for a while and tied it around his wrist.
He captured the source of the dream demon so easily.
"By the way, Yang Jian, pay attention when you go to Egypt later. There is Tutankhamun and Anubis over there, they are pretty strong."
"Tutankhamun? Anubis? Pharaoh and the God of Death?" Yang Jian turned to look at Lin Qian in surprise.
"Still alive?"
"Well, I have lived almost a thousand years longer, but unfortunately I am too weak." Lin Qian said lightly.
"Pharaoh Tutankhamun? How strong is it? Can I do it?" Ye Zhen stared at Lin Qian with twinkling eyes.
"It's probably going to be tough, but if you two work together, there's no problem in killing a Tutankhamun. As for Anubis, I don't know much about it. I haven't talked to him, so I don't know his strength." Lin Qian said.
"Is that so? That's still a bit strong. I'll go find him after I find a piece of the puzzle."
"Pharaoh, I've only heard of it before." Ye Zhen looked in the direction of Egypt.
Yang Jian recalled Lin Qianfa's vow just now, his eyes thoughtful.
"Anubis and Tutankhamun? Interesting existence."
Yang Jian threw the phone back to Lin Qian, thought for a while and said:
"I will go to that countryside with Ye Zhen first, and then go to Egypt."
"If you are interested, come and take a look. The Pharaoh's curse is very interesting."
"That's okay. After I finish dealing with the Grand Canyon of Death and the ghost ship, I'll come over and have a look."
Lin Qian took the phone, threw it into his pocket and said.
"Okay, by the way, don't eat that dream monster. Ye Zhen and I still have some ideas to use that thing." Yang Jian said again.
Hearing Yang Jian's words, Lin Qian was a little speechless. These two guys had a great time beating people with Kung Fu.
"Okay, I know what you think, I'll just keep it for you." Lin Qian said speechlessly.
The wind blew her wedding dress, and Lin Qian looked into the distance, her eyes twinkling slightly.
"I have to go see that ghost ship. You should be careful and don't die here like Zhang Xun. It will be funny then."
"Haha... it's not easy to die." Yang Jian said.
"Don't worry, with you Lin Wudi here, I will never die." Ye Zhen leaned on the long sword with an extremely confident expression.
Hearing Ye Zhen's words, Lin Qian's face turned dark:
"Go to hell."
With that said, Lin Qian disappeared directly on the spot. Ye Zhen is really shameless.
Ye Zhen didn't care about this at all. He looked into the distance, smiled, raised his sword, and disappeared in an instant.
The same is true for Yang Jian.
peninsula.
There is a canyon on a high mountain, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one entrance and exit for people to enter.
It was dark inside the canyon, and even with the sunlight shining in, it became very dark.
The barren soil was covered with white bones, snakes, birds, animals, and mountain fowls.
Katsa
With his bones shattered, Lin Qian looked at the scene around him. In the dark world, only a few withered trees stood here.
The sunlight from the sky penetrates through the canyon, but it only provides a little light.
"I think I've seen this place before, it seems like it was on a bus."
Lin Qian walked in it. The canyon was very deep. The further inside, the darker the surroundings became.
Dots of green appeared. These were bone fires, just slightly supernatural things, not harmful at all.
katsa, katsa
Lin Qian looked aside slightly and saw a black figure walking towards the depths of the canyon.
"There seems to be more than one ghost."
In the surrounding darkness, there were many footsteps, and at first glance there were almost a dozen.
"Can a ghost ship attract ghosts? That's interesting."
Looking at the ghosts around him, Lin Qian touched his chin and hesitated.
"With so many evil ghosts, it would be a pity to just leave them alone."
Lin Qian thought for a while, reached out and took out a lantern from the ghost painting, and then added some ghost blood into it.
The lantern emits a dull red light, and a coldness appears, spreading towards the surroundings.
The footsteps around him suddenly stopped, but the next moment they reappeared.
One after another, fierce ghosts walked out of the darkness and walked behind Lin Qian with a numb expression.
After a while, a long queue appeared.
Lin Qian knocked on the lantern in his hand, and the red light became even darker.
"Luring souls and attracting ghosts... Go back to them."
The hollow sound echoed in the canyon, and Lin Qian walked towards the depths with a smile.
There are fierce ghosts following behind, and the air is filled with gloom and weirdness.
A little red light emerged. It turned out to be a red lamp. Lin Qian held the lantern and walked calmly into the abyss.
The bright red wedding dress is fluttering, and the bride is very tranquil.
The darkness was dispersed by the red light, and the silence ahead was slowly revealed.
The scattered white bones made a creaking sound as they were stepped on, and the green will-o'-the-wisps made people feel like they were in a forest of fireflies.
The footsteps stopped, the red light stopped moving, and Lin Qian looked ahead at the old pirate ship embedded in the canyon.
The sails were covered in blood, and several skeletons lay on the old deck.
The bottom of the ship was covered with barnacles and entangled with seaweed, and a faint fluorescent light surrounded the entire ship.
"The ghost ship looks really scary."
Lin Qian looked at the gloomy pirate ship with twinkling eyes.
He turned around and looked at the fierce ghosts behind him. There were quite a few of them, and they must have brought them in.
"Interesting plan, the Ark plan is like this, but what about the Flood plan?"
"It's really an interesting place." Lin Qiandi muttered.
An ancient painting appeared and instantly enveloped all the ghosts.
The ghost realm filled the air, and the darkness of the Grand Canyon of Death disappeared instantly. Lin Qian appeared above the canyon with calm eyes.
All the ghosts entered the ghost painting, including the ghost ship.
The sun once again covered the entire canyon, the coldness dissipated, and life began to appear in the canyon.
"The stories in the Bible are a bit weird. Jesus? I don't know if he is dead or not."
"They are probably dead. I don't feel any strong presence. Anubis and Tutankhamun are not considered strong."
Lin Qian stared at the canyon below, then turned around and looked not far away. The scarecrow countryside has an immortal legend in foreign stories.
"Overseas countries are still too weak. Some people are right. If you take too big a step, you will lose your balls."
Lin Qian turned around and walked towards the back. He had to go to Egypt to wait for Yang Jian and Ye Zhen.
"The divine objects in the two stories of the Black Book of the Dead and the Sacred Book of the Sun are unknown to what level of ghosts they are."
"I want to eat."
…
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On the panicked field, scarecrows lay scattered everywhere.
The faces of these scarecrows are filled with various expressions, including fear, hatred, hatred, pleading, and resentment...
The expressions are very rich, almost forming an emoticon package, but there is no smile.
There are overgrown weeds, and yellow wheat ears crawling crookedly in the fields.
Ye Zhen sat on a tall scarecrow, holding a peach in his hand and eating there.
"Master Yang, have you found that thing? I cut down four of them here."
There were three scarecrows lying around Ye Zhen, including the one sitting under his butt, which was exactly four.
With a bang, a spear shot through the air, and a scarecrow was nailed not far from Ye Zhen.
Yang Jian carried a scarecrow and walked over on wheat.
"The last source has been dealt with, but I feel like there is still one missing."
Yang Jian sat down on the scarecrow and reached out to take the peach that Ye Zhen handed over.
Ye Zhen secretly went into the ghost painting to pick these peaches, and he had a ghost painting on him.
But I guess Lin Qian already knew about it and just didn't care.
"There is the last one. It's in Lin Wudi's painting. I saw it last time when I went to pick peaches."
"Lin Wudi stood beside the Magpie Bridge. I don't know what Lin Wudi was doing there." Ye Zhen looked around and said.
"Is that so? It's complete. There are seven in total, seven murder patterns. Among them, the one in Lin Qianhua's paintings should be one of the main puzzle pieces." Yang Jian took a bite of the peach and started chewing it.
"Hey, Master Yang, do you think there might be a very powerful ghost in Tutankhamun?"
"Why don't we two go chop this guy down later? Pharaoh, I used to admire him very much." Ye Zhen looked at Yang Jian.