Mysterious Resurgence: Starting with the Strange Bus

Chapter 90 The King's Defeat
A huge portrait appeared out of nowhere.

The missionary and the painter suddenly appeared together, mysteriously appearing behind Li Hui. The huge portrait completely covered Li Hui.

As the missionary and the painter appeared, they suddenly transformed into two floating portraits on two other streets in the distance.

This is clearly the painter's skill.

The painter wields a unique kind of supernatural power, and his ghostly realm is extremely powerful; he has the ability to invade even real ghost paintings.

The very nature of ghost paintings makes them virtually impossible to imprison, which is why they have been able to roam freely abroad for years without ever being restricted or detained.

However, this only illustrates the horror and eeriness of ghost paintings, and does not mean that ghost controllers abroad are incompetent, especially top-tier ghost controllers like the kings...

Not long ago, the painter found the missionary, and the two joined forces. They then attempted to shield Li Hui's senses by leaving behind a portrait. The painter then led the missionary to invade the place where Li Hui was.

But seeing Li Hui's figure drawn into the portrait just as he had expected, the painter's face showed no joy. Instead, his expression changed drastically as he said:

"Damn it, this isn't his real body, we've been tricked!"

Li Hui, who was caught in the portrait, vanished instantly without leaving a trace.

The painter, who was the owner of the portrait, sensed something and knew that Li Hui had not escaped, but had simply vanished. This was clearly not Li Hui's original form, but rather a product of the supernatural, just like the figures in the city.

"Now what?"

The missionary's face was equally grim. He looked around, trying to find Li Hui's true identity.

"Get out of there first!"

The painter said solemnly, "The power of the supernatural force that person wields is terrifying beyond belief. It's as if he has mastered a complete ghost painting. If we continue to stay here, we will eventually be worn down and die here."

The painter was shocked by Li Hui's abilities, but even so, he was still confident that he could escape.

Perhaps it's because of his shared ability to 'paint', or something else, but in any case, the supernatural aspects of ghost paintings don't restrict him much, and the painter is confident that he can escape this ghostly realm.

On the contrary, he had no confidence that he could survive if he stayed here. The fight had only just begun, and they had already suffered casualties. The twins were dismembered, and the noblewoman was also suppressed by Ye Zhen. Judging from the situation, they probably could not escape defeat.

Of the remaining people, Simon and the manor owner were still fighting hard, but they were also showing signs of being at a disadvantage. The gravedigger, on the other hand, had never been in danger from the beginning. So it seemed that the safest king in this painted city was actually themselves.

"Take the manor owner and the others with you and get out of here first. As for the noblewoman and the twins, we don't have time to take care of them for now."

The painter quickly considered the matter in his mind.

The situation is not yet completely out of control, so it's not necessary to leave the manor owner and Simon behind and only escape with the missionaries.

Before the painter could actually make a move, Li Hui's voice suddenly came from behind them, just like when he ambushed 'Li Hui' before.

"Don't you think it's too late to leave now?"

Along with the sound came a nail as thick as a baby's arm, covered in rust and mottled.

It was the coffin nail that Li Hui retrieved from below Hongfa Temple!

puff!

The nails were driven into the coffin so fast that even though the painter was on guard, he didn't have time to react.

The sharp end of the coffin nail pierced directly into the center of the painter's forehead, with most of the nail embedded in his flesh and bone.

moment.

The painter froze on the spot, all the supernatural power within him falling silent, like a stiff corpse, devoid of any vitality, his whole body deathly still.

"This is……?"

This sudden scene surprised the missionary, especially the coffin nail on the painter's head, which gave him a very familiar feeling.

"It's that coffin nail, but wasn't it in the painter's hands? Not long ago, in order to deal with that vengeful ghost, he sealed the nail in a golden container. Before this trip, the painter specifically said that he couldn't bring the coffin nail with him."

"But how did the coffin nails suddenly appear here, and in that person's hands? Could it be that there's more than one of these terrifying nails?"

The missionary recognized the coffin nail that was nailed to the painter's forehead.

Precisely.

He knew that the painter also had an identical nail in his hand, in the same style, shape, and everything else, even the rust was just as mottled and worn, just like the nail now driven into the painter's head.

The painter's nails were used to restrain a terrifying ghost. The ghost was special; the coffin nails could not be used until it was sent onto the ghost ship.

At least that's what the painter told them before, and the missionaries didn't know if that was the truth.

“Coffin nails are terrifying; they can be the key to turning the tide of a battle. We must not let them return to that person’s hands.”

For a while.

The missionary's expression shifted between light and dark.

But in the next moment.

The missionary suddenly reached out, trying to pull the coffin nail off the painter's head. He knew very well what it was for; if he pulled it out, the painter would recover, and the coffin nail could even be used to his advantage.

But before he could even touch the coffin nails...

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere beside him, carrying an old wood-chopping knife. The moment the figure appeared, it slashed down at the missionary's body.

If this blow lands squarely, given the terrifying power of the Ghost Cleaver, the missionary's body would be instantly cleaved in two.

"damn it!"

See this.

The missionary was startled.

He instinctively stepped back, trying to dodge the incoming blade. He and the painter had both witnessed the twins being dismembered and knew how terrifying this woodcutter's knife was, possessing the ability to dismember supernatural beings.

But once he retreated, he lost the chance to remove the coffin nails, and all his initiative was lost. A huge oil painting stood in front of the painter.

This is a portrait.

The person standing at the very front was Li Hui, and behind him stood more than thirty other figures of various appearances. Among them were men and women, old and young, dressed in clothing of different periods. The whole oil painting gave people an extremely strange feeling.

then.

An even stranger scene unfolded.

The figures in the oil painting suddenly came to life and stepped out of the painting, appearing on the top floor of the building.

The once empty rooftop space gradually became crowded due to the sudden appearance of more than thirty figures.

"Yang Xiao, this man is yours to handle."

Li Hui glanced coldly at the missionary, then ignored him, as if the man were already dead in his eyes.

And that is indeed the case.

The missionary was indeed quite powerful, possessing the strength of a top-tier ghost tamer of the new generation. However, at this stage, when he faced Yang Xiao and the other wandering souls, his final fate would still be defeat and death.

"Boy, don't be too happy yet. Do you really think you've got me cornered?" The missionary's face turned ferocious, and the old, yellowed book in his hand rustled loudly.

Even though there was no wind around and the missionary didn't turn the pages of the book, the pages still began to turn rapidly.

It is clear that there are terrifying and eerie outlines printed on the pages of that old book, as if a vengeful ghost resides on each page.

"Are you ready to fight?"

This unusual scene caught Li Hui's attention slightly, but he only glanced at it before paying no further attention.

The missionary's opponents were Yang Xiao and others, not himself.

On gang fights.

He is serious!
"So the coffin nails were in your hands all along."

Then Li Hui turned his gaze to the painter beside him, or more precisely, to an object in the painter's hand.

It was an old iron hammer, which the painter was holding in his hand.

The hammer seemed extremely mismatched with the painter, who was rather thin and dressed like a vagrant, making it seem very strange that he was carrying a heavy hammer.

But it was precisely because of this outfit that a question in Li Hui's mind was answered.

Before this, he had been pondering a question: who was the king who possessed coffin nails during the national war?

Li Hui remembered that the original novel did not seem to describe it in detail. It only said that Lin Bei's mirror world was invaded by a powerful ghost domain, and then he was nailed to the ground by coffin nails, and then his head was smashed by a large iron hammer...

However, there were only so many kings who appeared at the time, and the most likely candidates were the painter, the banker, and the warden, who were also the three with the most vague descriptions of their abilities in the original work.

Now it seems.

The king who holds the coffin nails is the painter.

It was for this reason that Li Hui turned to nailing him to death with coffin nails. He originally intended to ambush the manor owner, but the actions of the painter and the missionary made him target the painter first.

Because the painter is definitely one of the most severely underestimated kings in the original work, Li Hui certainly doesn't want to experience the feeling of being nailed to the coffin and then hit on the head with a hammer.

Thinking.

Li Hui stepped forward and began to explore the painter's body.

Coffin nails are something you can never have too many of. There are only three in the whole world, so if you could get two at once, that would be a really big haul.

"No?"

However, no matter how much Li Hui rubbed the painter's entire body, he still couldn't find the coffin nail.

"Has the painter at this stage not yet obtained that coffin nail that exists abroad?"

This was Li Hui's first reaction after searching behind him. As for whether the painter might have forgotten to bring the coffin nails, that thought didn't even cross Li Hui's mind.

The fact that six or seven kings were dispatched shows how much importance the other side attached to the event, especially since it was on the other side of the ocean, not the main venue of the king's organization. If there really was a supernatural object like a coffin nail that could make a final decision, how could the painter not carry it with him?

However, Li Hui wasn't too disappointed.

Although he was slightly disappointed that he didn't get the second coffin nail, the old iron hammer in the painter's hand was also a supernatural item, so it was still a decent gain.

Contrast with that.

The artist's own mastery of supernatural powers is an even greater asset, possessing the ability to invade the ghost realm of 70% of ghost paintings. At present, there are not many ghost masters who can do this.

at the same time.

The missionary's battle against the horde of the dead has begun.

The book in his hand was turned to a blank page, and soon images began to appear on the page. Li Hui's figure gradually emerged, but the process seemed very slow, as if an unseen and eerie force was interfering with it.

And as time went on, the outline of Li Hui on the book's pages changed, with a final, faint silhouette resembling a mobile phone emerging from it.

"What's going on?" The missionary looked at Li Hui, who showed no reaction from the outside world, and seemed puzzled as to how the other party had evaded his attack.

Li Hui simply stood there, staring intently at the painter's corpse, without making any other movement...

While pondering the situation, the missionary changed his method of attack.

He began flipping through the book in his hands quickly.

As he did this, grotesque and terrifying black shadows floated out from the book in the missionary's hand and quickly invaded the area where Li Hui was.

Those were terrifying, vengeful ghosts.

However, before these vengeful ghosts could even get close to Li Hui's body, they were all stopped. It was Yang Xiao and his group of dead souls who made the move.

At this moment, they exuded a chilling aura, making them appear incredibly eerie.

Judging from their appearance alone, most of the dead souls were almost indistinguishable from real vengeful ghosts. They quickly approached the missionary, preparing to kill him, and the vengeful ghosts released from the books were also blocked by these dead souls.

As for Yang Xiao, who was in charge.

He didn't make any move; he just stood there. The eerie atmosphere of the ghost dream began to affect the missionary's consciousness. An irresistible drowsiness surged up, making the missionary's thoughts blur at this moment.

the other side.

Li Hui did not choose to intervene in the conflict between the missionary and the dead. As the ashes of the paper fluttered in the air, he and the painter's body disappeared directly from the top floor of the building.

“Every supernatural item has unknown rules, just like a taboo. If you don’t know the rules and touch them, you might not even know how you died.”

Li Hui, who had brought the painter's body to another street in the city, looked at the old iron hammer in the painter's hand and thought to himself.

Following his thoughts.

A figure appeared and reached out to grab the old iron hammer in the painter's hand.

This was a figure that looked exactly like Li Hui. Under Li Hui's gaze, the figure successfully took the hammer from the painter's hand and then held it in his own.

During this time, no danger occurred, nor did any of the terrifying rules that Li Hui had anticipated emerge; it seemed that the figure was simply holding an ordinary iron hammer.

"Wouldn't there be any danger in simply touching and picking it up?" Li Hui's eyes flickered slightly, and he had already made up his mind.

He then looked toward the other side of the street.

At that moment, a group of people were rushing towards a figure at the other end of the street. From Li Hui's perspective, he could clearly see that the person being attacked was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, who was the manor owner of the King's Organization.

(End of this chapter)