The golden powder swimming on the corpse suddenly began to fall off and kept falling on the surface of the mud on the ground, but strangely did not sink into the ghost swamp.
I don’t know whether Onuma was suppressed again in the previous confrontation, so he fell into a deep sleep at this moment, or because the falling golden powder was so terrifying that the powder could stay on the surface of the mud and could not sink at all.
Go down.
Li Leping believes that the latter is more consistent with the facts.
Because through the previous confrontation with the corpse, he suddenly discovered a terrible fact.
That is, although he seemed to have suppressed the two ghostly faces and the terrifying hands on the corpse, his series of attacks never restricted the truly dangerous aspects of the corpse.
The fact that this layer of golden powder can move indicates that it must be formed by a supernatural being, and it is a supernatural being with such a terrifying level that even two blows with a short stick could not curb its current activities.
"But how is that possible? No matter how terrifying this layer of gold powder is, there is no sign of being suppressed by the continuous attacks of short sticks."
Looking at the golden powder that continued to fall off the surface of the corpse, Li Leping thought quickly.
But just when his expression slightly changed.
The golden powder on the corpse also completely fell off.
A corpse no longer covered with golden powder appeared in Li Leping's sight.
This seemed to be the corpse of a man, as if he had been dead for a long time. There was not much moisture left in the corpse. When it became a mummy, it was rotten and smelly, and its original appearance was no longer recognizable.
"No, no, this corpse is just that of an ordinary person."
Suddenly.
Looking at the corpse, which gradually became clearer as the golden powder fell off, Li Leping suddenly noticed something.
Because he found that there was no smiling or angry grimace on the face and chest of this rotting corpse.
Although this corpse was in a rotten and smelly state, every part of the body looked like a simple dead person, with no sign of any supernatural presence at all.
"It turns out that all the supernatural powers on the corpse actually do not come from the corpse itself, but from the layer of golden powder."
"The powder is the ghost, this corpse is just an unlucky guy parasitized by a supernatural being."
But at this moment.
The golden powder that had completely separated from the body had been scattered on the mud.
But then.
Without warning, Li Leping's body suddenly changed color.
The red and cyan skin color was suddenly mixed with a kind of white.
It was at the moment when this white color emerged.
A strange color suddenly appeared on the golden powder scattered on the surface of the mud.
To be precise, it's a black paint with a pungent smell.
"Restart?!"
At this moment, Li Leping's eyes were changing.
He was the first to confirm the murder pattern of black and white paint, and because of this, he knew very well what the white paint appearing inside his body at this moment represented.
The black color dyed on the golden powder always echoed the pale white color of his skin.
"It's so dangerous, this ghost thing actually has the ability to restart."
Li Leping's expression darkened. He knew very well that the white paint would only appear after a restart of the supernatural appeared nearby.
The black paint attached to the golden powder at this moment undoubtedly represents a kind of suppression, a supernatural influence specifically aimed at restarting. During the time it is corroded by the black paint, the ability to restart will become invalid.
"If I had not controlled the black and white paint, I am afraid that another golden corpse would appear in front of me now. The corpse itself can be discarded at will, because the supernatural source of the golden corpse does not lie in the corpse, but in the golden powder."
"As long as the powder is not suppressed, the corpse can naturally keep reappearing with the restart. Just like as long as the Forgotten Ghost is not suppressed, I can repeatedly make myself become the person I was at a certain time in the past to get rid of it.
All the supernatural beings that invaded after this."
The specificity of the black paint for the restart ability gave him some time to think.
It’s just that this kind of thinking won’t last very long.
Because the golden powder scattered on the mud is trying to get rid of the black paint smeared on its surface.
The paint is evolving from rich to thin, and the dark colors are fading and disappearing little by little.
Li Leping has no doubt about the black paint's targeting effect on restarting abilities, but this targeting effect itself is a kind of confrontation between supernatural beings.
However, compared to the black paint that only has one color, the golden powder also contains two ghost faces, a pair of ghost feet, and the most oppressive pair of palms.
Under this kind of supernatural confrontation with obvious power asymmetry, the paint will never be able to exert its effect for long.
It doesn't take long for the black paint applied on the powder to be suppressed and fade away completely.
And when that time comes, the golden powder's restart ability cannot be suppressed, and the horrific corpses will immediately come back.
"We must find a way to get rid of this layer of golden powder, but this layer of golden powder seems to be very strange. So far, every attack I have done has not seemed to have touched it in a real sense. I have only attacked the evil ghosts that exist on it.
."
Li Leping stared thoughtfully at the layer of golden powder soaked in black paint.
I want to find a way to deal with the powder.
After all, no matter how powerful the supernatural being is, it will not be effective if it cannot lock the target.
"This layer of powder seems to exist in reality, but it cannot be targeted by ghosts, nor can it be touched by ghosts with short sticks."
"It's like it exists but doesn't exist, it's like you can see it but never touch it."
"There seems to always be an indescribable supernatural barrier between me and this layer of gold powder. This barrier isolates reality and supernatural beings, making it impossible for me to touch the powder in a real sense, but the powder can break the barrier set by itself at will.
, and then touch me.”
It is an ability that is difficult to understand, but for Li Leping, who has experienced many dangers, seeing such a weird ability will not make him panic.
However, ghosts with such strange abilities are always extremely difficult to deal with.
However, it was difficult to return, and Li Leping still maintained his rationality, after gathering all the existing information and combining it with all the supernatural means at his disposal.
"There are only two ways."
He thought of two ways to deal with this ghost.
"One is to try to throw the last Netherworld Ring left over from the 'Please come down' into this layer of powder, and see if the ring can really pull the powder into reality like it affects paint and mud, making it
Ordinary people can really connect with it.”
"As long as I can touch it, I can launch a truly effective attack on it."
Just thinking of this, Li Leping's eyes moved slightly and he asked himself a question in his heart: "But do I still have the strength to exert my full strength now?"
He looked at his body, a sleepwalking ghost that had been deformed by the supernatural backlash of the short stick.
In addition, the color of his skin now looks like a hodgepodge, with red, green, and white underneath his skin. All kinds of weird colors can be seen on his body, as if these paints have completely replaced the blood in his body.
, there is the possibility of further occupying his body at any time.
"The signs of paint's recovery are becoming more and more obvious, especially after the killing pattern of white paint has also been triggered, leading to its awakening."
"It can be said that the six colors of paint have begun to revive in my body. If I continue to use the supernatural power of paint at this time, it will undoubtedly stimulate the paint that is already in the revived state to an extremely dangerous critical value."
"Once the recovery level of the paint exceeds the endurance limit of the man-hunting ghost and sleepwalking ghost, I will most likely die here."
"What's more, although the fifth day for the representative to leave the court has passed, I always feel that there is still a ghost that has not been dealt with. If that ghost appears in the next time, if you want to imprison it, you will definitely need this capable weapon.
A ring that brings the supernatural into reality.”
"So I have to keep the ring, just in case."
He weighed the pros and cons and thought that if there was another way to deal with the golden powder in front of him, then it would be best not to use the so-called Netherworld Ring.
"Then we can only use the second option?"
Li Leping, whose health was already in terrible condition, had a cold look in his eyes.
After all, he has a second plan at this moment, but if he uses the Nether Ring now, then if the ring is needed for the ceremony on the seventh and eighth days, then where should he find a similar one?
A supernatural power to replace the lack of the Netherworld Ring?
Despite this, Li Leping, who was considering the second option, seemed to pause for a moment, as if he was unwilling to use this option.
But time waits for no one. Li Leping, who knew that he would bury this horrible powder here no matter what, turned his eyes slightly and looked under the powder.
"The second plan is to use the Forgotten Ghost to stimulate this piece of mud, making it forget the fact that it was suppressed, so that it can completely and instantly revive, and then launch an attack on this piece of golden powder."
Looking at this piece of mud that had never changed since the golden corpse bent down and reached out to grab it, as if it had fallen into silence again, Li Leping had a bold and crazy idea in his mind.
"This is probably the craziest decision I've ever made in my life."
Although I was nitpicking myself in my heart, this solution was the optimal solution both in theory and in practice.
Having used supernatural powers many times, and suffering from the erosion of the short stick and the limitations of the paint, I was indeed unable to launch another round of attacks.
Therefore, we can only use the most primitive method to let ghosts deal with this piece of golden powder that is also a ghost.
The ghost swamp has this ability. Since it can drag the pair of boys and girls that do not exist in reality into the mud, it means that it has the ability to attack evil ghosts that do not exist in reality.
In fact, if it were just to release golden powder, it would not be considered a crazy plan at all in Li Leping's opinion.
The craziest steps are yet to come.
"It's just that the supernatural power of Oni Numa alone cannot suppress the supernatural power of the powder, so I have to add fire to Oni Numa to make it possible to suppress the powder."
While thinking, Li Leping took a few steps back and came to a safer place, at least where he would not be affected before the swamp attacked the powder.
The black paint on top of the golden powder is also fading rapidly and reducing.
"The paint can no longer contain this powder, act now."
The moment of determination.
The supernatural power of the Forgotten Ghost shrouded the mud surrounding the powder.
This kind of envelope is different from the past. Although it is a supernatural influence, it is not a supernatural attack.
Because this time, the supernatural power of the Forgotten Ghost is not to suppress the evil ghost, but to make the ghost forget something.
Forgetting does not mean suppressing, it sounds a bit strange.
But that's the truth.
Because as the Forgotten Ghost enveloped the place, an invisible supernatural force began to affect this silent quagmire.
forget.
Forget that you are falling into a deep sleep.
Immediately.
Along with this idea in Li Leping's mind, it was transmitted to the ghost swamp through the supernatural power of the forgotten ghost.
The originally peaceful swamp suddenly experienced a violent reaction.
A muddy smell gradually filled the air.
The mud in the swamp became moist and spread in all directions. While exuding a cold air, the mud also became more and more viscous.
Immediately afterwards.
An arm covered in mud, or rather made of mud, stretched out from the swamp.
He opened his big hand with his outstretched arm and suddenly covered the golden powder on the swamp, as if he wanted to press all the powder into the mud and make the golden powder become part of the swamp.
However, this seemingly scattered powder seems to be harder than any metal in the world. Pressing your muddy palm on it is like pressing it on an iron wall. Not to mention pressing it down, there is not even a trace of deformation.
None can be seen.
This failed attack seems to have inspired Onuma to invade even further.
The second one, the third one...
More arms stretched out from around the powder and moved toward the powder cover.
However, it seems that the actions of many people have great power, but it has never been able to shake this golden powder even half.
The powder was quietly scattered on the swamp without being affected at all, and the black paint on the surface continued to fade away, becoming darker and darker.
The ghost marsh's supernatural power is not enough to suppress the golden powder, which is what Li Leping expected.
so.
At this moment, he picked up a shovel next to him and shoveled a handful of soil.
The soil was shoveled from the clearing in the bamboo forest.
The next moment, Li Leping shook the shovel in his hand and shook all the black soil in the shovel onto the mud of Ghost Swamp.
this moment.
The moment a seemingly sparse shovelful of soil touches the mud.
Li Leping felt that the ground beneath his feet suddenly began to shake.
Like an earthquake, the open space seemed to be stimulated by something, and began to move violently, as if it was about to burst apart, losing its previous calm.
This feeling is not an illusion, but a fact.
The ground began to shake, and a huge depression suddenly appeared in the place where the ghost swamp was formed. It seemed that as Li Leping shoveled the soil, the open space felt the presence of the puzzle, and instinctively
I want to be eager to control it and integrate it into my body.
As for what this open space and the nearby bamboo forest will eventually become, Li Leping doesn't care.
All he knew was that this place was no longer suitable for any living person to stay.
immediately.
He dropped the shovel, turned around and ran along the path leading to the back of the temple.