Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 128
A black top hat suddenly appeared.

Under Lin Fan's astonished gaze, gradually, he emerged from the world of oil painting, revealing an ordinary, seemingly endlessly tired face.

The existence called "the person in the painting" by the fox tail pen seems to have sensed something, and through this oil painting of willow branches, he came to Zhenjiang Dahu Station, hunched over, standing beside the supernatural bus.

He held a paintbrush in one hand and a beautiful female head in the other, scanning the surroundings with numb eyes.

"The person in the painting..."

Looking at the tall and tired figure, Lin Fan couldn't control the expression on his face anymore, it became extremely horrified, and his thoughts stopped for two seconds.

The appearance of the person in the painting also attracted the eyes of the living passengers in the carriage. Among them, when Tilanpo saw it, her cloudy eyes were full of disbelief. Conscious trembling.

"What? Is it the ghost from the third wave of ghosts?" He Liansheng's expression was serious. Originally, they were already at their wits' end against that young ghost, but now that another one is coming, I'm afraid the carriage will really lose its hold.

"Shh, things are a little different."

The butcher immediately noticed something was wrong.

When this ghost, who looked no different from ordinary people, appeared, the young ghost who had been walking around in the garden before actually stopped the spiritual attack, and the ghost released by the skull also became sluggish and slowly dispersed. go.

It's like a little... afraid to move?

He hadn't read much, and he didn't know if it felt right, but it was the case.

"Buzzing—"

At this moment, the carriage began to vibrate slightly.

The violent sound of the engine made all the living passengers present overjoyed, which showed that Lin Fan had succeeded!
Not long after, Lin Fan also came to the crowd from the driver's seat, first returned the butcher knife to the original owner, nodded and said: "This supernatural weapon has helped me a lot, I owe you a favor."

"Spiritual weapons... so this kind of thing is called a spiritual weapon, a very appropriate name."

The butcher took his butcher's knife and heard the sound of engines around him. At this time, he was also a little excited. After hearing the favor, his face softened a lot.

As for all of this, Lin Fan looked at the current situation outside the car again. When he saw the young fierce ghost, he suddenly had a very familiar feeling, but he couldn't tell where it was familiar. It was very inexplicable.

"Lin Fan, do you know what's going on with that thing?" He Liansheng approached, pointing at the man who was standing there, as if he was waiting.

"Don't mess with it."

Looking at the person in the painting who seemed to be suddenly thrown out of the studio and lost in confusion, Lin Fan said in a serious tone: "This is a terrifying ghost that is beyond our imagination. His name is the person in the painting. Our purpose is to leave Here, don't have too much contact with him."

Obviously, the people in the painting have a special pattern of killing, not a type that can be triggered in an ordinary way. Even if he painted Su Ruizhen's appearance and marked it, it didn't cause any negative effects.

To put it simply, the law of this person's killing is probably not as simple as a simple spiritual attack, but more like a residual poison that will always remain in the world.

The purpose is not to kill the person concerned, but to spread countless ghosts and curses through the person concerned as a special medium.

"The person in the painting... Brother Lin, how do you even know this? Could it be that you have met this person in the painting before?"

He Liansheng listened to this answer, and found that when Lin Fan was explaining, he was not telling a guess, but a look of lingering fear.

He couldn't help lamenting again that Lin Fan's understanding of the underworld and some unknown supernatural powers made him, a soul caller who has been in contact with ghosts for many years, have the illusion that he has become a newcomer who has just stepped into the supernatural circle. Everything is too " Fresh".

"I have met him before, so I don't recommend provoking him." Lin Fan touched the silent brush in his pocket, and looked away from the person in the painting.

But I don't know if this action caught the attention of the person in the painting. Looking around, the person in the painting looked exhausted. His gaze swept across the young ghost not far away, and then passed over the passengers on the carriage, and then the person behind him. Ghost Willow didn't let go either.

In the end, it fell on Lin Fan.

"Brother Lin, he's looking at you!"

He Liansheng exclaimed, and before he reminded, Lin Fan had already felt that staring gaze.

Looking up at the carriage, the young man with handsome facial features, the person in the painting let go of the head he held in his hand, as if falling into a deep sleep, the female head with a smile rolled into the river beach, and quickly grew out of all the places it passed. A coquettish flower.

"..."

Holding a paintbrush, he first made a simple copy of Lin Fan across the carriage. Like a master with superb painting skills, he can paint exquisite works even without any canvas.

The people in the painting are depicting me...

Aware of this, Lin Fan tried to control his body, but was surprised to find that there was no sign of his body being corroded by spiritual power.

"Brother Lin, do you want me to cut him open with a supernatural weapon?" the butcher showed off his newly acquired vocabulary.

"Don't do it." Lin Fan hurriedly stopped the butcher. Although it is not a good thing to be marked by the person in the painting, he is undoubtedly seeking his own death if he rashly confronts such an unknown ghost.

You know, the person marked by the person in the painting may not necessarily die, but once you skip the link of the law of killing and engage in a supernatural confrontation, then the ghost driver on this bus, plus the supernatural bus, will not necessarily die. can compete with it.

"Then what should we do now? Why don't we drive the bus?" He Liansheng didn't know the particularity of the people in the painting, so he put forward his own opinion.

"When he finishes painting, we will leave immediately."

Lin Fan noticed that when the person in the painting was portraying, both the ghost willow tree and the third wave of ghosts fell into a state of stillness and did not attack the ghost bus again.

This is also one of the reasons why he decided to satisfy the painting desire of the person in the painting. Relying on the deterrent power of this unknown spirit, he has enough opportunities to start the bus first, making it more likely to leave.

Soon, about 5 minutes passed.

The person in the painting finally stopped drawing, and the brush hovering in mid-air returned to its original position little by little.

Seizing this opportunity, boundless black mist gushed out from behind Lin Fan, and when it reappeared, he was sitting in the driver's seat.

It wasn't just him who resumed his actions, but also the ghost willow tree that controlled this supernatural land. It seemed to have sensed that the supernatural bus was about to leave here, and it was frantically surging the willow branches, trying to leave it behind again.

"rustle--"

An unspeakable strange wind blew through the treetops in gusts.

Countless willow branches dripping with blood ran towards the supernatural bus like ferocious long snakes along the bottom of the lake.

"This damn thing is going crazy..." He Liansheng said with a pale face as he watched the overwhelming willow branches.

Hurry up!
Lin Fan also had a hideous face at this time.

He slammed on the accelerator and restarted the wheels stuck in the sand bit by bit. This was not just a physical obstacle, but was influenced by the supernatural, and the two were engaged in a brief confrontation.

"Om-!"

Accompanied by a piercing cry.

The bus finally got rid of the stagnation and restarted. Like a sharp arrow off the string, it rushed into the depths of the darkness, and missed the wave formed by the branches behind it.

(End of this chapter)