Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 116 The Difficult Shroud
"Attention everyone, it's coming!"

When the few people gathered in the back row were freezing, Lin Fan suddenly roared, bringing their thoughts back to reality.

It was just like what Lin Fan said.

Perhaps it was the reason for the complete recovery. The three ghosts separated from the ghost willow tree seemed to be free from restraint, and quickly approached the location of the ghost bus at a speed that was almost erratic.

And one of the ghosts, who was wearing a women's Hanfu, had colorful makeup on his unclear face, trying to send himself into the carriage through some unknown means of spiritual attack.

At this time.

A bronze mirror was raised in the compartment.

The honest-looking He Liansheng was holding the medium tightly in his hand, with a strange figure wandering in his pupils.

For a moment, a white-haired old lady carrying a spirit card came out from her side. She lowered her eyebrows and stared at her spirit card. On her dead old face, there was a hint of dazedness that broke the confusion.

"I am already dead."

"So the summoner recruited me?"

The white-haired old lady muttered to herself.

As if feeling the supernatural power coming, she slowly turned her head, and took out a bronze mirror from her pocket in a leisurely manner.

The face of the ghost that traveled through the distance seemed to hit an extremely solid wall. It should have landed in the carriage, but at this time it was actually reflected in the bronze mirror, shaking violently, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't escape the mirror middle world.

At the same time, the corpse of the woman in Hanfu who lost her main spirit also fell to the ground. The clothes on her body were scattered like dust, leaving only the bones inside.

"The owner of this bronze mirror is very powerful."

Looking at the fierce ghost imprisoned in the mirror, Lin Fan somewhat guessed its function, and couldn't help sighing.

He Liansheng, who successfully dealt with a ghost, smiled and said: "This is an object left by my grandma. According to my father, she used to be a famous figure in the supernatural circle at that time."

The supernatural related to the world in the mirror...

If it is this kind of power, he can indeed be regarded as a famous big shot... Lin Fan nodded.

This kind of strange power can be regarded as a top-level ghost, such as the world of ghost paintings.

The ghost painting itself is a very top-level supernatural power. In the confrontation of ghosts, even Xiao Yang, who has opened his eyes, needs the help of Li Jun's ghost fire to develop his own ghosts. To a certain extent, he has already lost in essence. .

A face-to-face effort solved the first one.

this is a good news.

The other two ghosts, who were not affected by the bronze mirror, came to the slope less than three meters away from the supernatural bus, and a unique fragrance of plants immediately spread to every corner of the surrounding area.

"coming."

He Liansheng felt a little sick when he smelled the scent different from the corpse, and immediately wanted to manipulate the cracked bronze mirror to get rid of the remaining ghosts again.

A hairy arm covered in sweat and oil blocked him, and the butcher said coldly, "I'll take care of these two."

He turned his head to look at Lin Fan again, and said with serious eyes: "Brother Lin, leave the ghost that attacked the bus to us to deal with, please come up with a way to restart the bus, please."

After speaking, the apron on the butcher's body was immediately stained red with blood, and a strong stench confronted the fragrance in the air.

but at the same time.

One of the two attacking ghosts suddenly froze in place as if it had crashed.

But then, thick and long black hairs grew out of its body, and its shriveled skin became rough, gradually turning into an animal skin.

"This apron is also very special..."

"It's like an alternative means of suppression, temporarily restricting the supernatural, but I don't know how long the restriction will be. If it is considerable, it is definitely a very useful supernatural prop."

Looking at everything in front of him, Lin Fan suddenly felt that he was very poor.

Whether it's He Liansheng or the butcher, the supernatural powers and supernatural props on them are all top-notch existences in the modern timeline, but I don't have a decent good thing that I can take out.

Although the ghost species is strong, the risk of recovery is very high; and an unreliable brush, except for the sense of brushing when there is something to "eat", the rest of the time it is broken and cannot be reused.

"Hey, weird."

Touching the apron on his body, the butcher frowned, not understanding why he only suppressed one ghost.

He was about to use this supernatural prop again, but the last ghost, wrapped in a tattered white cloth and covered with deep marks, stopped at the door of the supernatural bus.

"Why didn't it work..."

A trace of doubt flashed in the butcher's eyes.

But facing the situation that the ghost was about to get into the car, he reacted very quickly. Drops of blood dripped from the top of his head out of thin air, and drenched his naked upper body, making him look like a ghost, and the flesh on the surface began to rot.

Accompanied by the rot of flesh and blood.

The same thing happened to the white cloth ghost. The sticky and filthy blood kept eroding the white cloth, staining the already dirty white cloth into blood, and losing its original appearance.

"Hmph, it's resolved."

Looking at the stiff ghost, the particularly terrifying butcher snorted coldly, feeling that he had completed the task, and was ready to turn around and ask.

But this time.

The blood-tainted white cloth ghost moved again, and this time, the white cloth on its body showed familiar oil and blood stains.

"How could this be?" The butcher showed disbelief for the first time when he sensed the familiar supernatural power on the other party.

"Hehe, it's not a big deal and a big breath."

Seeing that the butcher failed to deal with Baibu Ligui, He Liansheng, who was at odds with him, also took the opportunity to add insult to injury, and took out a rusty nail from his pocket.

Is it the coffin nail?Probably not, this nail is too short, only the length of a finger... Lin Fan was taken aback by what He Liansheng brought out. After careful consideration, it was definitely not a coffin nail.

Speaking of which, if there is a coffin nail at this time, then Lin Fan really doesn't have to worry too much, he just slapped one on the ghost willow tree's body, no matter what kind of monster you are, under the coffin nail, all ghosts are equal.

"Get out of the way, I'll fix it."

With a pale figure flickering in his eyes, He Liansheng once again used the ability to summon ghosts.

This time, a kind-looking middle-aged woman appeared beside her. She took out a nail without saying too much, aimed at the white cloth ghost and stabbed at it.

"Tear--"

The white cloth wrapped around the corpse suddenly tightened.

As if pierced by a sharp object, large and small holes appeared on the white cloth, and at the same time, the ghost couldn't stop backing away.

And when he just retreated into the lake, a smelly, disgusting oil climbed onto the nail in He Liansheng's hand.

The sudden supernatural power caused a sudden pain in his palm, and he couldn't grasp the nail immediately.

"Ding!"

The nail fell into the carriage with a crisp sound, but the next moment it was corroded into ashes.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Recognizing that the spiritual power that eroded the nail was exactly the same as that on the butcher, He Liansheng burst into anger.

"It has nothing to do with me," said the butcher.

"How could it have nothing to do with you? Do you want to kill us all here? You..."

"He really didn't do it."

Lin Fan interrupted the two who were about to quarrel again, looked at the corpse wrapped in shroud, and said indifferently: "This ghost is very special, so let me handle it myself."

(End of this chapter)