Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 314 In The Nightmare
The sun is shining brightly in Egypt, where the yellow sand floods everything, and the towering pyramids are extremely majestic.

But on this pyramid, a man suddenly fell to pieces from the top of the pyramid.

Rotting flesh blurred the face of the pyramid.

In the Grand Canyon of Death, above the canyon, seven people were staring at the darkness below.

There are men and women, their expressions are different, but without exception, they all have indifference and coldness in their eyes.

"Eric, how long are we going to stay here?" A red-haired woman asked with a dissatisfied expression.

"Alea, are you thinking about men again?"

Sitting under a rock, a middle-aged man with a beard smoking a cigar looked at the red-haired woman with some amusement.

"Shut up, Dix, I don't want to talk to you." Alea said in disgust.

"Don't be like this Alea, I didn't offend you, I just didn't satisfy you at night, the great Satan can prove that I have tried my best."

The sun shone on the bearded face, which made his already vicissitudes seem even more vicissitudes.

"Hehe...a heretic who believes in Satan." Alea sneered and stopped looking at Dix.

Dix was not surprised, he seemed to have gotten used to it, he just smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"Eric? You seem disturbed?" Alea frowned, looking at a man standing not far away.

He was wearing a coat, his face was slightly pale, and there was a faint smell of corpses all over his body.

"Well, I feel like something is going to happen, it's very dangerous, and I might die, which makes me very uneasy." The man said, his face a little dignified.

Hearing this, Alea sneered, then shook his head and said:

"Eric, don't be paranoid. For the past two months, you have said this every day. Do you know what impact you will have?"

"There is a story in the east, called wolf, do you want me to tell you?"

Eric looked at Alea, thought for a while, and sighed a little helplessly:

"Maybe it's my illusion again."

Hearing what Eric said, the other six shook their heads, and they were already used to it.

"Eric, you are like this. You are too suspicious. You should vent it on Aleia. It will help your physical and mental health."

"Of course, Alea may not want you to vent. After all, the smell of corpses on your body is too heavy, and Alea won't like it. Besides, can your thing still work?"

At this time, a man in his 30s joked, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Eric tightened his windbreaker and said nothing.

"Baroque, shut up quickly, I don't want Eric's rotten thing to enter my body, it's too disgusting, it will make me want to vomit." Alea waved his hands in disgust.

"Hahaha, Alea, you should save a little bit for Eric..."

stab
bang, bang, bang

"Ok?"

Alea wiped the blood on her face in confusion, looked around, and then her pupils suddenly shrank to their smallest size.

"No! Impossible!"

Looking at the dismembered corpses of her teammates and Eric's exploded head, her mind went blank.

"Alea! Run!"

Dix yelled at Alea with a terrified expression, and then he ran into the distance without looking back.

But just in an instant, with a puff, Dix's head shattered and his brains splattered everywhere.

With a plop, his headless body fell to the ground, and Alea looked at all this in confusion.

She couldn't believe it, the teammate who was talking and joking with her one moment, and joking with each other, was the only one left who died the next moment.

"How is it possible! What the hell happened!" Alaya's eyes filled with fear, she turned and ran.

stab
A headless corpse ran towards the distance, and Alea looked at the corpse with some confusion.

It looked so familiar, oh, it turned out to be my body.

Darkness fell, Alea fell into the darkness, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the surroundings fell into silence, followed by the sound of bones twisting.

A headless corpse stood up, it stood where it was, then a second corpse, a third, a fourth... until the seventh...

Li Gui's recovery is complete.

Paris.

In a certain opera house, a woman who was performing an opera on the stage suddenly exploded, and blood spattered the faces of the audience.

Everyone was confused for a moment, a woman tremblingly wiped the blood from her face.

"what!"

Screams sounded, and the noble and elegant opera house was in chaos.

In a library of Harvard University, there was an explosion, and the students who were studying quietly in the library showed doubts.

Someone looked curiously in the direction of the sound, the color was filled with blood, and the classical and fragrant books were covered with blood.

A female student was staring blankly at the scene in front of her, the handsome senior who was chatting and laughing with her just now, and invited her to have dinner with her.

That's how it exploded?
The girl opened her mouth in horror, but the pieces of internal organs on her lips made her close her lips subconsciously.

"what!"

Screams erupted one after another in the library, and the quiet library became a scream paradise.

London.

Thames.

Not far away, the London Bridge is slowly merging. On the riverside corridor, many people are taking pictures with their mobile phones.

The classical architectural complex has a strong sense of age, which is also one of the points that attract tourists.

The water of the Thames is not too clear, it can even be said to be a little muddy.

At the moment, many people are on the corridor by the river, looking at the slowly merging London Bridge with great interest.

The big bell tower next to it is very classical. A middle-aged man in a windbreaker is lying on the corridor by the river at the moment, quietly looking at the muddy river.

He was still holding a bottle of rum in his hand, drinking it one mouthful at a time, and he didn't care about the couples taking pictures next to him.

The rum has a high degree, as can be seen from the packaging, 75.5% Bacardi 151 rum.

But looking at the appearance of the middle-aged man, it seems that he doesn't care about this.

He looked at the muddy Thames River with cold eyes:

"It's really a leisurely time, but it's only this time."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

砰

The wine bottle fell into the river, and a couple taking pictures next to them looked at the front in confusion.

Their minds were full of blanks, and the blood and flesh fragments on their faces made them faint on the spot.

White brains were splashed in the corridor, and the headless body of the middle-aged man slowly slid into the Thames.

A splash appeared, and the turbulent river couldn't hide the terrified screams.

Today is destined to be unsettled, so those who participated in the formulation of the Noah's Ark plan, whether they are ordinary people, ghost masters, or the heads of a country.

All died suddenly today, without exception.

On the Eiffel Tower, Lin Qian flicked the cigarette ash with a smile, eyes full of disdain:

"The king's organization, joining several countries? One top ghost master in one country?"

"Hehe...a joke."

Lin Qian exhaled a puff of smoke, looked up at the sun, and muttered:
"The sun in foreign countries seems to be no different, but why do so many idiots like foreign countries?"

"Is it because of the short history abroad?"

Lin Qian was a little confused, and after thinking about it, he didn't bother to worry about these problems.

People who are still thinking about going abroad must have their brains crushed with a hydraulic press, otherwise they would not be so brain-dead.

Looking at Ye Zhen and Yang Jian, Lin Qian's eyes flickered, and he thought about closing one eye.

"Go in and have a look, Yang Jian and Ye Zhen shouldn't beat people to death so quickly."

As he said that, a chill appeared, and one of Lin Qian's eyes disappeared, but Lin Qian didn't care about it.

In the nightmare.

Under the dark sky, the surrounding world is extremely depressing.

"Is this the nightmare world? I don't feel as comfortable as Lin Wudi's ghost painting."

Ye Zhen looked around with his hands behind his back, and in front of him was a European-style castle.

The iron gate was ajar, with rust spots on it, and a lot of weeds and vines, as if it hadn't been cleaned for many years.

Yang Jian looked at his body, it was intact and there was nothing weird about it.

Looking at Ye Zhen, the same is true.

"The ghost disappeared, and he really became an ordinary person, and the lost emotion was restored, which is really interesting." Yang Jian had a smile on his face.

"Master Yang, where is the person we are going to fight? My Baguazhang is already hungry and thirsty." Ye Zhen rubbed his hands and looked around.

"It should be inside. Lin Qian said there are a lot of people. I don't know how many people there are. I should be able to hit seven or eight people. What about you?" Yang Jian looked at Ye Zhen and asked.

"Me? Say less than a dozen." Ye Zhen said with great confidence.

"Well, that's fine, I'll let you hit a dozen later." Yang Jian patted Ye Zhen's shoulder with a smile, then pushed open the gate of the castle and walked in.

Ye Zhen looked a little unnatural, he looked at Yang Jian, hesitated for a while, and still felt that a man should not be cowardly.

The two walked into the castle, but just as they entered, a voice sounded in the castle.

"Who the hell are you! We have no grievances or enmities, why do you strike at the slightest disagreement!" An angry voice sounded.

Hearing this voice, Yang Jian looked very calm, it was the voice of a missionary.

"He is Yang Jian of Dachang City, one of the captains of the headquarters. As for the one next to him, if I am not mistaken, it should be Ye Zhen from Dachang City, Captain Ye."

At this time, a voice sounded and answered the question for the missionary.

"Captain of the headquarters? Yang Jian and Ye Zhen? It's them!" The missionary suddenly appeared in the castle hall, and he looked at Yang Jian and Ye Zhen as if he wanted to eat people.

"Okay, great Jesus, you dare to enter the nightmare."

"Conceit and arrogance will be the traction letter for you to fall into hell!"

The missionary stared at Yang Jian with killing intent in his eyes.

Following the missionary's words, five figures appeared in the castle hall.

A woman, a strong white man, a Chinese, a white man with sunken eyes, and a half-European.

They all carried a long sword in their hands, and the big white man even carried a hammer.

They were full of momentum, but Yang Jian and Ye Zhen looked weak even though they were unarmed.

"The captain of the headquarters? It seems that they are going to die here today." The strong white man stared straight at Yang Jian and Ye Zhen, his eyes were full of fierceness.

Ye Zhen reached out and pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his cuffs, and looked at them with a smile on his face.

Yang Jian took off his clothes, the Interpol uniform was inconvenient.

"You are Luo Sheng? The person in charge of Tai O City?"

Yang Jian looked at the Chinese man with a smile, his eyes were full of meaningful meaning.

"Oh ~ Captain Yang, do you know me?" The Chinese was a little surprised.

"Isn't that right? I just have a good memory. I looked through your file before, but I just took a rough look at it."

Yang Jian moved his muscles and bones, trying to adjust the bones and muscles in his body.

Hearing this, the camel smiled and did not speak.

"Kill them," said the preacher sullenly.

"my pleasure."

"I've had this idea for a long time."

The strong white man rushed forward with a sledgehammer, followed by others, even the woman rushed forward with a dagger.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhen stretched his neck and walked forward calmly.

"Leave me the one with the hammer, the malnourished one, and the hybrid. I don't beat women, so you can do the rest."

Yang Jian walked towards the other side, with some helplessness in his eyes:

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

As he said that, Ye Zhen sideways dodged the hammer that was thrown on the head by the strong white man.

The ground shook slightly, Ye Zhen slid over in one step, came to the side of the strong white man, bent his elbows, turned his back, and stood on the shoulders of the strong man with a jump.

Ye Zhen looked down at the three attacking people with a calm expression.

The strong white man's face was contorted and his body was slightly bent. Ye Zhen hit his waist directly with an elbow just now.

Because no one was taller than Ye Zhen, Ye Zhen hit him in the kidney.

"Fake!"

Feeling the weight on his shoulders, the strong Caucasian man had an ugly expression on his face, and the two people who Ye Zhen said were malnourished and hybrids saw Ye Zhen's location.

They were all a little apprehensive, they were not afraid of Ye Zhen, but they were afraid of hurting their teammates.

The strong white man suddenly tried to push Ye Zhen down, but before he could use any force, Ye Zhen kicked him directly in the eye.

Blood spattered, Ye Zhen easily jumped off the shoulder of the strong white man, his expression was very calm.

“Scheikerl! (Chop Suey!)”

The strong white man covered his eyes and stared at Ye Zhen, with blood seeping from his fingers.

The malnourished man and the hybrid man looked at this scene with uncertain expressions.

Just a meeting, one of their teammates was blinded in one eye, this means...

"Come."

After Ye Zhen held back with one hand, he stretched out his hand and summoned the three of them.

The two hesitated a little, but the strong white man didn't care so much. Seeing Ye Zhen's arrogance, he simply didn't even look at me, and rushed forward with a sledgehammer in both hands.

Seeing this, the other two rushed forward at the same time without hesitation.

Ye Zhen smiled, took a step, dodged the sledgehammer, and then leaned forward to avoid the slashing sword.

Turning around, he grabbed the sword-holding hand of the malnourished man and lifted it up, just in time to meet the long sword of the hybrid man.

There was a sound of gold and iron hitting the body, Ye Zhen let go of the malnourished man's hand, stretched out one hand deftly, and suddenly tapped the malnourished man's neck with both fingers.

The malnourished man's pupils shrank slightly, and then a pulling force appeared. When he reacted, he only felt a whistling sound behind him.

click
When the sledgehammer fell, the malnourished man's chest was directly dented.

The big white man was a little confused, he just threw it at Ye Zhen's back, but it hit his teammate's chest in a blink of an eye.

But before he could react, there was a click, and the sound of bones twisting sounded.

The big white man subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw Ye Zhen slowly take his hands away from the hybrid man's neck.

Seeing this scene, the strong white man looked puzzled.

With a calm expression, Ye Zhen raised the long sword with his feet, and walked towards the strong white man with the long sword in his pocket.

"It's really weak. Don't you people know that our country has killing skills?"

"Or to put it more simply, it's kung fu, or martial arts. I really don't know where you got the courage to challenge us one-on-one."

"Don't you know that all the old people in our country practice Tai Chi?"

Hearing Ye Zhen's words, the pupils of the strong white man shrank slightly. In less than a minute, he lost one eye, and his two teammates died immediately.

"It's impossible! Isn't Kung Fu a lie?!"

The strong white man looked at Ye Zhen who was walking slowly, and subconsciously took a few steps back, but soon he felt that this was a shame.

It was a great shame that he should be scared off by a skinny monkey.

"Oh~ Is that so, then you are really ignorant."

Ye Zhen looked at the strong white man expressionlessly, with sarcasm in his eyes, and then he stepped forward.

But it's Yang Jian's side.

He looked at the three missionaries holding long swords, with some helplessness in his eyes.

"Ye Zhen just likes to pretend."

Yang Jian laughed as he said that, he looked at Luo Sheng and didn't speak.

"You are just an ordinary person now. Do you think you can beat the three of us? Even if one of us is a woman, she has a weapon in her hand."

Luo Sheng looked at Yang Jian who was smiling all over his face, and couldn't understand why he was still smiling.

Hearing this, Yang Jian shook his head, let out a sigh of relief, and then he walked towards them slowly, muttering:
"Wen has Taiji to secure the world, Wu has Baji to determine the world. I didn't believe it before I learned it. Now I believe it. Bajiquan is really ruthless."

Yang Jian's pace was very slow at first, but the further he walked, the faster he became.

When Luo Sheng saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

When he saw Yang Jian rushing over, he punched the woman in the chest, then snatched the dagger and cut her throat with it.

Luo Sheng felt a big trough in his heart:
"Nimma, you actually know martial arts!"

Luo Sheng wanted to turn around but ran away, and then he heard a thud, he rolled his eyes out of the corner of his eye, and then he was stunned, the missionary had his throat cut before he even got out of a round.

Crisp and crisp, without the slightest stagnation.

"Fuck, hang up! Is this the wrong script!"

When Luo Sheng saw the situation on Ye Zhen's side, his whole body went numb.

puff
Luo Sheng staggered and fell directly to the ground, blood gushing from his chest.

Yang Jian pulled the sword out of Luo Sheng's back expressionlessly, and muttered:
"I can't even run."

Plop

There was a sound of falling to the ground, and Yang Jian looked back. It was Ye Zhen who pierced the neck of the strong white man with a sword, and then the strong white man's body fell to the ground. The sound just now was this.

"So weak, Master Yang, how do you feel on your side? I can't use my hand gestures here." Ye Zhen let go of the hilt of his sword, and walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"It's worse than yours. This woman even held the sword in the wrong posture. I just took the sword away, and then, and that's it."

Yang Jian threw the sword on the ground and wiped his hands, feeling a little unfinished.

"Alas... I still can't finish it." Ye Zhen sighed.

Yang Jian also felt the same way. It was the first time for the two of them to feel that killing people with martial arts was so cool, and it was completely different from killing people with supernatural powers.

"Why don't we let Lin Wudi operate it before we go out?" Ye Zhen thought about it and suggested.

Yang Jian touched his chin, feeling that this proposal is good:

"In this way, after we go out, let Lin Qian create an arena, and then use supernatural powers to create some living people, and I will implant the memory, so that we can fight comfortably."

"For the venue, it's pretty good to use this nightmare."

(End of this chapter)