The old man holding the coffin had clearly seen the situation on the dock.
The development of the war situation was far beyond their expectations.
There is no doubt that this siege plan failed.
It failed completely.
Five kings faced off against two captains. On the surface, our own side had a huge advantage and should have easily ended the confrontation. However, they did not expect that the captain with unknown information was far more terrifying than he and others expected. Not only was he at the beginning of the siege,
He immediately launched a counterattack, suppressing the old woman, and then resisted the attacks of three kings, and killed the black ink man and the projectionist one after another.
At present, the three kings, the old woman, the ink black man, and the projectionist, have been defeated, and the remaining missionaries do not seem to be able to hold on for long amid the thick smoke.
The coffin bearer knew very well that once the missionary was killed, the thick smoke that enveloped the missionary would definitely spread here and kill him, the only remaining king.
"It can't be delayed any longer."
this moment.
An old man with a skinny arm raised above his head, carrying a vague coffin in his hand, stared at the thick smoke where Li Leping and the missionary were, with a trace of despair flashing in his gray eyes.
But he saw the old man slowly lowering his skinny arm again.
And in the process of lowering his arms, the black coffin became more and more clear, as if it was about to completely invade reality. The old coffin boards also vibrated and swayed at this time, and a gap was exposed in the coffin lid.
"This veteran is going to work hard."
When Lin Bei saw this, his eyes suddenly moved slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to stop him.
It's just that he had this idea in vain, but his body was still unable to move at all.
He who was closest to the coffin was naturally affected the most. At this moment, his body could not move and he had lost all consciousness. He was like a stiff wooden man, with only his consciousness still awake.
"Damn it, what the hell is in this coffin?"
Lin Bei stared at the coffin held by the old man, and an inexplicable sense of crisis surged into his heart. As the coffin was lowered little by little, this sense of crisis became more and more intense, as if it enveloped his whole body.
He paused and felt a supernatural chill.
He obviously lost consciousness, but he still couldn't help but feel his heart tremble under the chill.
Through the gap in the coffin, he saw a pair of strange eyes suddenly appeared inside the coffin. These eyes were as gray as a dead person, but they all stared at him strangely.
It was as if the evil ghost imprisoned in the coffin had woken up at this moment and began to peek into the reality.
What made Lin Bei feel even more numb was that the number of eyes appearing in the gap continued to increase.
God knows, is there more than one evil ghost in this coffin, or is it that the evil ghost in this coffin itself has many pairs of eyes, and they are opening them one by one at this moment, peeking into the outside world?
Lin Bei didn't know what was going on inside the coffin, but the old man holding the coffin certainly knew how terrifying the ghost trapped in the coffin was.
As the black coffin falls, the evil ghost sleeping inside will quickly wake up and want to kill anyone near the coffin. Once the evil ghost starts killing people, the only way to avoid being targeted is by hiding under the coffin.
But this method of evasion actually doesn’t take long, because as the coffin continues to be lowered, the ghosts in the coffin will be completely released sooner or later. In that case, even staying under the coffin is not safe, and the ghosts will also be
kill.
Obviously, this is an almost life-threatening move, which is equivalent to gambling that the ghost will not fully recover before killing other people.
If it were an ordinary confrontation, the coffin bearer would certainly not resort to such desperate supernatural means.
But now he can no longer control this.
If he couldn't find a way to restrain Li Leping, he would definitely be killed.
Only by finding ways to overcome the immediate crisis can you be qualified to think about the problems ahead.
At this moment, the old man continued to lower his arms. Every time he dropped some height, the danger revealed became more serious.
A bruised arm began to slowly poke out from the coffin, and then a lot of black hair seeped out of the coffin. As soon as this thick black hair appeared, it began to cover it in all directions, like a growing
Like tree roots, everything around seems to be swallowed up by this black hair.
The most creepy thing is that there are pairs of strange eyes emerging from under the black hair, and at the same time, the outlines of human heads are undulating and squirming under the black hair.
The evil ghosts imprisoned in the coffins are being released, and the signs of recovery are becoming more and more obvious.
"Oh no."
However, when this terrible phenomenon occurred, Lin Bei was still unable to move, and even his vision began to become blurred, distorted by the various supernatural phenomena emerging around him.
He couldn't see the situation on Li Leping's side, and his hearing seemed to be disturbed. He could only see the coffin and the old man holding the coffin underneath.
"I didn't expect this old man to have such a trump card. It's too dangerous. Just showing up can block all my actions. Extending an arm can affect a nearby area, and even the sight becomes distorted and blurred.
"
Lin Bei's heart was horrified, and his body was still struggling, but to no avail. He was unable to escape this increasingly terrifying blockade.
"There's something wrong with Lin Bei's situation."
When the old man carrying the coffin chose to take the risk, Li Leping, who was cleaning up the ghosts near the missionary not far away, also noticed the terrifying aura from Lin Bei, and couldn't help but feel nervous.
Holding the suppressed Li Gui in their hands, some Li Leping turned their heads at this moment, and their eyes immediately saw the black coffin and part of the Li Gui appearing.
The bruised arm stretched out from the coffin, already showing signs of twitching, and seemed to be preparing to reach towards Lin Bei.
"There's something wrong with Lin Bei."
Looking at Lin Bei, who was always standing in the same posture, and the old man carrying the coffin who slowly lowered his arms, Li Leping immediately realized that Lin Bei was attacked by the coffin, and he seemed to be subject to some kind of restriction, and could not get rid of it at all.
Such a supernatural attack, I can only watch the danger appearing in the black coffin.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Go and help, the ghosts here have almost been dealt with."
Li Leping immediately issued the order.
He couldn't stand aside and watch Lin Bei being killed by a ghost. If he didn't stop the attack at this time, he would be the next target once Lin Bei died.
Even though the supernatural power he possesses now is very terrifying, he doesn't want to fight with a ghost whose level of terror is unknown.
While the evil ghost in the coffin has not yet fully recovered and launched an unsolvable attack, if you deal with it as soon as possible, you can avoid many unnecessary risks.
With an order.
The thick smoke that enveloped the missionaries spread automatically and without wind towards Lin Bei and the old man carrying the coffin. Those Li Leping who were among them also changed their positions following the thick smoke, intending to join forces to kill the most dangerous person on the field.
Dispose of things.
moment.
Thick smoke turned into dark green and surrounded the old man holding the coffin, and it was comparable to the superimposed supernatural power of five Li Lepings joining forces to invade the black coffin.
Soon, the supernatural phenomena caused by the black coffin were affected.
As the thick smoke and Li Leping inside it approached, the black hair and strange heads emerging from the coffin were either chopped off or lost their vitality under the superimposed attack of some kind of mortal curse, and then were covered by the thick smoke.
Disappeared in smoke.
The outstretched arm was also hit by more than a dozen short sticks in turn, and then lost all movement. Then it was pushed back into the coffin by several short sticks that were extended again.
The supernatural phenomena near the coffin completely disappeared.
next moment.
One by one, pale palms stretched out and pressed on the slightly opened coffin lid, forcing the open coffin board back to its original position and sealing it again.
The deterioration of the situation was thus contained.
But this is only part of how Li Leping handles the situation.
When the evil spirits in the black coffin who had not fully recovered were regained control, the surroundings of the old man carrying the coffin also became extremely dark due to the thick smoke, and fell into deathly silence.
Suddenly.
"boom!"
Just as the old man who raised his skinny arms looked at everything happening around him in disbelief, several figures of sticks suddenly appeared in the darkness. These short sticks hit him impartially, seemingly
The stick was not thick, but it had astonishing power. It smashed his head and chest until the bones were cracked and dented.
Immediately, his body staggered involuntarily, and then he fell down uncontrollably as if he had lost all his strength, and the arm holding the coffin also went limp.
The skinny arms that had been raised for who knows how many years were finally let go at this moment.
However, although his arms were lowered, the coffin he was holding did not fall to the ground with him. Instead, it was lifted up by strangers hidden in the smoke, preventing the coffin from being lowered.
The possibility of the evil ghost's resurrection.
"Can I move?"
As the supernatural phenomenon caused by the coffin disappeared, Lin Bei immediately resumed action.
His body twitched violently while struggling subconsciously. When he realized that the situation was improving, he couldn't help but let out a long breath. Finally, he could touch his bald head freely and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He recalled with fear what he had just experienced.
All kinds of horrors.
"Damn it, the coffin bearer was also killed."
This scene was also captured by the missionary. He couldn't help but cursed in his heart and had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.
I thought that the coffin bearer could delay him for a while, but I didn't expect that the supernatural superposition produced by Li Leping's cooperation was so terrifying. He didn't give the coffin bearer a chance to lower his arms at all, so he killed him directly and re-raised the coffin bearer.
The coffin lowered by the mouth was lifted back up.
"Painter, take me out of this place."
The missionary didn't hesitate at all and immediately shouted, as if he was getting in touch with someone.
However, nothing happened.
He still stayed where he was, like a helpless wretch.
"What?"
The missionary's eyes narrowed and he looked at himself in disbelief, still staying where he was.
"Wow!"
On the pier, the sound of waves hitting the coast broke the tranquility here, which also meant that this place was no longer the supernatural world where everything was frozen, but the dock in reality.
"You seem to be having trouble with your brain. Why do you think a supernatural world can trap me after the ghost realm is superimposed?"
A strange voice echoed in my ears.
The missionary subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
But when he turned his head, what he saw was a fallen sword.
The rusty sword fell head-on and struck directly on the missionary's body, tearing him apart from head to tail.
However, the missionary with quick eyesight and quick hands threw away the old book in his hand at the moment when he was about to be dismembered, so Li Leping's knife did not hit the book that fell on the ground.
However, the missionary still took the stab safely and endured the terrible dismemberment.
Suddenly, his cold body was divided into two halves, and he fell to the ground helplessly. The wounds were bloody and bloody, and his internal organs and intestines were cut off. From the cut, black blood flowed all over the ground. It looked very...
nausea.
"It seems that the king you call the painter has run away and sold you as a teammate."
Li Leping, who had been staring at the missionary and never left, looked at the bloody scene he created in front of him expressionlessly, then looked around, spun the sword in a circle, and revealed this fact.
"Damn it."
Looking at his mutilated body, the missionary was shocked and angry. Filled with unwillingness, he suddenly looked at the old book he had thrown aside.
At a glance, the old books that no one had turned over began to flip through them crazily.
When I turned to one of the pages, the book stopped.
On the page where the book left off was a picture of the missionary himself.
That is, at the same time that the image on this page appeared, the missionary in the portrait suddenly changed. A line appeared inexplicably on the originally intact portrait of the missionary. This line seemed to dismember his body from beginning to end.
Two halves.
This is the supernatural attack that missionaries endured in real life.
But now this scene appears in the portrait.
And when the missionary in the portrait also appeared injured, the missionary in reality recovered in the blink of an eye.
All the damage seemed to be transferred to the portrait.
However, after all this happened, the missionary himself obviously had some strange changes. His face became more and more cold, and his aura became particularly cold, and he seemed to be more like a ghost.
"Sealing part of the injury? But sealing the injury will also seal part of yourself into this supernatural book. Therefore, you will lose a part of yourself. In the end, you will completely turn into a ghost."
The moment he saw the shortcomings of the missionary's supernatural method, Li Leping raised his hand and struck again.
However, this knife no longer struck the missionary, but the book that fell on the ground.
The location where the sword fell was not the central area of the book, but the portrait of the missionary.
Immediately, the book was divided into two parts along with the portrait, one part had too much and the other had too little.
"you……"
Seeing himself cut into two pieces in the book, the missionary opened his eyes wide, not expecting that the other party would be so decisive.
But before he finished speaking, Li Leping raised his hand and stabbed him while he was still standing.
At this point, the confrontation on the dock came to an end.