Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 362 The Vulnerable Confrontation
High-rise buildings stood tall, vehicles on the street sped past, and the lights reflected on the glass flashed away.

"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 my memory?"

Lin Qian looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face; "In fact, even without them, you can't kill me. The me in this memory is still more terrifying 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, it's impossible. I obviously went because you don't have the memory of being a ghost, so how could you come here? No! It's impossible!"

The middle-aged man's expression became extremely excited, and he couldn't believe it was true. His Li Gui had never made a mistake, so he was sure that this was the memory node he wanted to enter at the beginning.

But why does this happen.

Looking at the three "persons" approaching constantly, the middle-aged man's expression changed. He looked at Lin Qian, and he wanted to know why.

But Lin Qian just looked at him with a smile, not intending to speak, so he didn't bother to tell him the truth, to satisfy the dead man's curiosity, Lin Qian didn't have such patience.

Under the bright neon lights and the shining stars in the sky, 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.

As the flowers fell, a red petal suddenly fell on the tip of the middle-aged man's nose, which made him a little puzzled who had just turned around and was about to run away.

Why are there petals here?And the next moment, the middle-aged man reacted, his eyes full of horror and horror.

"It's impossible!" Feeling the severe pain in his body, he looked at his own flesh and blood that had begun to turn into petals, with confusion and disbelief in his eyes.

He didn't seem to be able to believe that he died like this, which shouldn't be the case.

The flesh and blood withered, and the red petals scattered all over the ground, like a pool of bright blood.

The petals rose with the wind, and Lin Qian reached out to catch one, with a smile in his eyes, as the gnat shook the big tree, it was ridiculous.

The bride slowly disappeared before his eyes, and so did the thief.

In the courtyard, the matchmaker looked at the censer with a ferocious face, her expression revealed a sense of horror, the red incense was almost inserted into the censer, but the boy was fine, and he still looked calm and breezy.

Not even a single scar could be seen on the body, which made the five of them very chilling.

"It's impossible! How could he be so strong!" The fourth child thrust the long knife vigorously there, and the long knife penetrated his body thoroughly every time.

And every penetration will make the scarecrow on the ground shattered, and at the same time, Lin Qian's clothes will also have a tiny crack.

Lin Qian didn't care about this, as for this kind of attack, he didn't even have the mood to take it seriously.

"Don't hide it, it depends on the kid's strength. If we don't try our best, maybe we all have to explain here." The flesh and blood on the fourth son's chest had been stabbed into rotten flesh by him, but he was He didn't care, and still continued with his actions.

He stared at the dilapidated blue scarecrow in front of him that was slowly being repaired, and said solemnly in his eyes.

But in the huge courtyard, apart from the sound of the coffin shaking and the sound of the chains colliding, there was only the sound of his flesh and blood being torn apart.

No one answered.

The fourth child was a little puzzled, when were they all so quiet?
Just when he was about to look up at his companion, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a chill enveloped his tattered chest in an instant.

He looked at the cyan scarecrow whose head suddenly fell from the ground, his eyes were full of incredulity, he stared blankly at the scarecrow, a thin black line appeared in the neck, and then slowly expanded until it became a hideous wound .

"It's impossible! How could such a thing happen! I can't believe it..."

The fourth child had a ferocious expression, and spit out these words word by word, his voice became hoarse, and the wound on his neck made his trachea leak.

Plop, plop...

The heavy object fell to the ground, and five extremely unwilling heads rolled to the ground, and the coldness emerged, but they were suppressed in an instant.

Lin Qian walked over calmly, the little girl huddled in Lin Qian's arms was trembling, and another person died.

Although Lin Qian felt a little distressed about Ke Ke's fear, but now is not the time to worry about it. He stepped over the head in front of him and glanced at the woman who was still kneeling there even after losing her life. And a little plump.

The ghost beheaded eight people, and all eight died for unknown reasons.

He didn't pay attention to these strange dead bodies, he went straight to the Eight Immortals table, and as he walked by, five starving ghosts suddenly appeared and directly swallowed the five corpses into their stomachs.

After eating the five corpses, two starving ghosts disappeared in place. They went to deal with the corpses of the other two.

Lin Qian didn't pay attention to the matter of those dead people. Lin Qian looked at the Eight Immortals Table in front of him. At this moment, the ghosts in front of the Eight Immortals Table were at most 1 minute away from fully appearing.

The phantoms were solid, and Lin Qian could already see their appearance clearly. The eight numb ghosts were almost as terrifying as the eight people just now.

But Lin Qian didn't have time to wait for these ghosts to fully appear, and release the tricky bride early so that he could go to the Republic of China to do his own business as soon as possible.

The red silk fluttered in the yard, and the red light of the lantern reflected the red cloth on the coffin, making it even more blood-red. Lin Qian stretched out his hand without hesitation, and snapped off the chains tied on the coffin.

砰

There was a loud noise, and the moment the chain broke, the coffin lid slammed heavily on the table of the Eight Immortals, and the eight starving ghosts suddenly appeared behind the eight ghosts that were about to appear.

A terrifying ghost appeared, and the starved ghost directly stretched his hand into the illusion, and the ghosts began to collide and confront each other in an instant.

But in the blink of an eye, the spirit was suppressed, and the eight ghosts were forcibly pulled out of the illusion by the starving ghost, and then swallowed them 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 gown, a red bracelet in her hand, a necklace around her neck, and embroidered shoes on her feet, Lin Qian had a smile on her face.

Familiar feeling, a little nostalgic.

The bride at this moment is still different, Lin Qian can feel that the current bride has ghost paintings and ghost blood on her body, which is different from modern brides.

Although it sounds strong, she is not as strong as a modern bride, after all, she lacks a groom.

The bride in the coffin was slim and graceful, and the cunning bride standing next to Lin Qian slowly walked up to the Eight Immortals table, the red silk and wedding dress swaying together.

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 in the coffin, a ghost appeared, Lin Qian smiled and stretched out her hand: "Welcome back, my bride."

The coffin shook slightly, and the numb pupils of the bride rolled under the hijab. It slowly stretched out its white arms, as if responding 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 to the past, and pulled the bride out of the coffin. Lin Qian laughed: "Ke Ke, call me mom."

Lin Qian looked at the bride's hijab and reached out to touch Ke Ke's head.

"Mom...Mom!" Keke timidly called out to her mother.

The deceitful bride turned her pupils slightly, and looked at Ke Ke. The little girl curled up 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 blame in her eyes, the bride's eyes shifted from Ke Ke to Lin Qian.

The sight of a ghost is extremely cold, but Lin Qian doesn't care at all, it's just being stared at by the bride, it's not like he hasn't experienced it before, so he doesn't panic.

"Father, does mother not like me..." The little girl looked at Lin Qian nervously, with fear and awe in her eyes.

"Uh... no, your mother is like this, and you will understand after you stay with her for a long time." Lin Qian comforted Ke Ke, and then he looked at the Eight Immortals Table of the coffin in front of him, thought for a while and stretched out his hand to take As for the coffin, Lin Qian put it into the ghost painting of the bride.

The layout in the yard is like a wedding scene, very festive.

"It's time to go, I have to prepare a ghost for Ke Ke." Lin Qian looked at the yard in front of him, looked at the bride and Ke Ke, Lin Qian thought for a while, then turned around and left the yard with the bride.

It's time to go back and prepare for the ghost marriage, and the time is coming.

The bride was led out of the yard by Lin Qian, her bright and exquisite wedding dress was swaying.

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Go to Kyoto.

In the majestic palace hall, with twin dragons and pillars, and colored glaze attached to the ground, Wei Jing ate a ghost from the body of a guard commander in his hand, and threw the body on the ground casually.

He didn't care whether the blood on the corpse would stain the jeweled hall, he looked at the Dagan Emperor sitting on the dragon chair, wearing a crown, and wearing a bright yellow dragon suit, with a very calm expression.

The main hall is luxurious, with golden lacquered wooden pillars and exquisite panlong caissons inside. On the high platform in the middle of the hall, there is a golden lacquered and carved dragon throne. The blood moistens the ground and seems to be flowing continuously. Contains evil spirits, with blood between the teeth.

Below it are the statues of the twelve Arhats of Buddhism, either kneeling or being pressed, carrying the twelve evil dragon pillars as the beams of the hall.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood hang upside down above the dome.

The blood dripped on the ground paved with colored glaze, as if there were countless evil spirits vying for the blood that flowed from the cracks in the colored glaze.

Except for the glazed surface soaked in blood, the rest looks extremely solemn.

"Evil powerful people." Looking at this scene, Wei Jing muttered to himself.

The residences of the ancient emperors were really luxurious and luxurious, and they are all places of interest in modern times.

"It's coming, the speed is quite fast." The middle-aged man sitting on the dragon chair looked at the corpses in the hall indifferently, as if the scene in the hall was just ordinary.

The annihilation of the Imperial Guards had long been expected in the heart of the middle-aged man, and the strength of those who could be left behind by the young man to finish them off would not be that bad.

Wei Jing looked around and fought all the way from the east gate to the main hall. He saw that there were no less than a hundred ghost masters coming up to die, and tens of thousands of ordinary people.

But without exception, they didn't let Wei Jing stop. He looked at this powerful emperor, who would be so successful that his bones would be exhausted. The emperor's heart is just like this.

Even though he knew he was going to die, the middle-aged man on the dragon chair still sent someone to intercept him, he really would rather die than surrender.

Being an emperor should be like this, if he voted, Wei Jing would look down on him instead.

"Give me that ghost, and I'll leave you a whole body." Wei Jing walked towards the dragon chair, the golden lacquer carved dragon is really magnificent.

Hearing Wei Jing's words, the middle-aged man looked at the corpse beside Wei Jing, it was all tattered and shabby, it was caused by the ghost that Wei Jing pulled out of him.

The middle-aged man thought about the ghost on his body. If he was pulled out, he might not be as good as those corpses. At least they could still see the face, but he might not be so lucky.

"The emperor's treatment is really good, and he can even leave the whole body." The middle-aged man looked at Wei Jing with some surprise, and then smiled wryly: "I really don't know where you guys came from. But I haven’t seen you, not even once, if I didn’t know it was impossible, I would have thought you were not from this world.”

"You guys are really scary."

Recalling the young man, looking at the man named Wei Jing in front of him, the middle-aged man was a little silent, the young man was the strongest among the two, he was the second, and the other two were the next.

Of the four of them, except for the man with the suspected dry tobacco hanging from his mouth, he could not beat any of them, which is outrageous.

He had beaten one of the four, which made the Daqian emperor a little sad.

He is a majestic son of heaven, since he can only win one, it is somewhat embarrassing.

Seeing Wei Jing who walked up without saying a word, the expression of the middle-aged man gradually calmed down, and all the helplessness and wry smile from before disappeared.

He sat up from the dragon chair and stared at Wei Jing: "That ghost, it is impossible for you to give it to you. If you make me bow down because of your words, then I will lose face, and it will be death." corpse?"

"It doesn't matter, just come, I will continue, if I am afraid because of a dead body, then why am I a great emperor?"

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 Son of Heaven?

Wei Jing's eyes turned slightly, he looked at the emperor in surprise, and thought highly of him, it's not unreasonable for this guy to sit in the emperor's position.

Wei Jing didn't speak, the Liulicui and Zuolongzhu in the main hall looked dim in front of the eyes of the middle-aged man at this moment, he looked at the middle-aged man, and suddenly thought of Ye Zhen in his heart for some reason.

If he was there, this middle-aged man might be hanged up and beaten by Ye Zhen because he was standing too high. There is no doubt that Ye Zhen would definitely do this.

"Is it imperial? It's a pity that it's useless." Black mist began to emerge behind Wei Jing, and the terrifying cold covered the entire hall, and the darkness swept towards the middle-aged man.

The ghost messenger started to kill people, and the ghost messenger who can suppress 212 ghosts only needs an instant to end the battle.

(End of this chapter)