High-rise buildings stand tall, vehicles speed past on the streets, and the lights reflected on the glass flash past.
"What's 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?"
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 my memory is rich, and although the stars in the sky are beautiful, they are not as numerous as the bride.
"No, this is impossible. I obviously went there because you don't have the memory of being a ghost. How could you come here? No! This is impossible!"
The middle-aged man's expression became extremely excited. He couldn't believe that 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.
But why does this happen?
Looking at the three "people" who were getting closer, the middle-aged man's expression changed uncertainly. He looked at Lin Qian and 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 sky full of stars, 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 to be unable to believe that he died like this. This was inappropriate.
The flesh and blood withered, and the red petals scattered all over the ground, like a pool of bright blood.
The petals were flying in the wind, and Lin Qian stretched out his hand to catch one, with a smile in his eyes. It was ridiculous to think that the earthworms were shaking the big tree.
The bride slowly disappeared before his eyes, and so did the thief.
In the courtyard, the matchmaker looked at the incense burner in front of her with a ferocious expression. There was a hint of horror in her expression. The red incense was about to be inserted into the incense burner, but the boy was actually fine and still looked calm and calm.
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.
Each penetration will cause the scarecrow on the ground to become more broken, and at the same time, Lin Qian's clothes will have a slight crack.
Lin Qian didn't care about this at all. He didn't even have the mood to take this kind of attack seriously.
"Stop hiding 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 had been turned into rotten flesh by him, but he was
He didn't care and continued his actions.
He stared at the tattered but slowly repairing blue scarecrow in front of him, and spoke 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 penis suddenly shrank, and a chill instantly enveloped his ragged chest.
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.
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"This is impossible! How could such a thing happen! I don't believe it..."
The fourth child had a ferocious look on his face as he spat out these words word by word. His voice became hoarse, and the wound on his neck 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 a calm expression. The little girl huddled in Lin Qian's arms was shivering. 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 at once, and none of them knew why.
He didn't pay attention to these strange corpses, and he walked straight to 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 those 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.
However, Lin Qian didn't have time to wait for these evil ghosts to appear completely. He wanted to release the Cunning Bride as soon as possible so that he could go to the Republic of China to do his own thing as soon as possible.
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 reached out directly, without hesitation, and neatly tore off the chains tied to the coffin.
boom
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.
Horrible 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 evil 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.
Familiar feeling, a little nostalgic.
The bride at this moment was still different. Lin Qian could feel that the current bride had ghost paintings and ghost blood on her body, which was 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 up to the Eight Immortals Table, her 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 stretched out her hand: "Welcome back, my bride."
The coffin vibrated slightly, and the bride's numb body rotated under the hijab. She slowly stretched out her white arm, 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 and said, "Coco, call mom."
Lin Qian looked at the bride's hijab and reached out to touch Coco's head.
"Mom...Mom!" Keke timidly called out to her mother with some stuttering.
The Cunning Bride turned her child's eyes 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, and after thinking about it, he reached out and took it with him.
Lin Qian put the coffin 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, at the bride and Coco. Lin Qian thought for a while, then 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 by Lin Qian and walked out of the yard, 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 devil 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 an exquisite dragon caisson. A gold-lacquered dragon throne is 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, twelve golden dragons surround the pillars.
There is evil in the eyes and there is blood between the teeth.
Under 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-soaked glazed surface, the rest looked extremely solemn and solemn.
"The evil powerful ones." Wei Jing muttered in his heart as he looked at this scene.
The residences of ancient emperors were really luxurious and luxurious. In modern times, they are like places of interest.
"Here we come, the speed is quite fast." The middle-aged man sitting on the dragon chair looked at the corpses in the hall with a blank expression, as if the scene in the hall was just ordinary.
The middle-aged man had long expected the annihilation of the Imperial Guard, and the strength of those who could be left behind by the young man to finish it off would not be much worse.
Wei Jing looked around, fighting all the way from the east gate to the main hall. He saw no less than a hundred ghost masters coming 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 had accomplished so much 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 people to intercept him. He really would rather die than surrender.
This is what an emperor should do. 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 withered dragon looked really majestic.
Hearing Wei Jing's words, the middle-aged man looked at the corpse next to Wei Jing. It was in tatters and no longer looked like a human being. 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 in his body. If he was pulled out, he might not be as good as those corpses. At least they could still see his face, but he 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. I used to But I have never seen you, not even once. If I had not known that it was impossible, I would have thought that you were not from this world."
"You guys are really scary."
Recalling that young man, when looking at the man named Wei Jing in front of him, the middle-aged man was a little silent. Among the two, which young man was the strongest, he was second, and the other two were second.
Of the four of them, except for the man with what looked like a dry cigarette hanging from his mouth, he couldn't beat any of the others. This was outrageous.
He was able to beat one of the four people, which made the Daqian Emperor feel a little sad.
Since he is a majestic emperor, he can only defeat one, which is somewhat embarrassing.
Seeing Wei Jing walking towards him without saying a word, the middle-aged man's expression gradually became calmer, and all the helplessness and bitter smile before 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's okay, just come. The next thing I'll say is, if I'm scared because of a dead body, then 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, as if it was true as he said. If he was afraid of a dead body, then why would 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.
"Are you royal? It's a pity that it's of no use." 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 fierce ghosts, and it only takes an instant to end the battle.