Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 421: The wind is howling, everyone who comes is an enemy

Such a scene of many kings surrounding and killing the captain was also happening by the sea. Lin Bei suffered a terrifying consciousness attack and fell directly to the ground, while the landlord who was pressed to death by him was recovering quickly. Even though Lin Bei tried his best to attack, he could not completely kill the king.

The king, codenamed the coffin bearer, had his arms trembling violently, and his skinny arms seemed to be about to break at any time. Despite this, he kept holding up his arms, but the terrifying coffin became more solid.

As a price, Li Leping was tightly restrained by the sinking coffin. Even if he was knocked away by the knight, he still could not regain the ability to move.

At this time, the coffin had opened a crack, and countless thick black hair spread out from it, and at the same time, an arm covered with bruises and sharp nails stretched out.

The arm was very long, and the closer it got to Li Leping, the bigger it became. In the end, the palm was even bigger than him. Li Leping looked like a figurine in front of it.

Li Leping has never felt such oppression since his debut. Even when he failed in his attempt to control the ghost head, he was still very confident that he could control the situation. However, at this moment, the ghost in the coffin made him feel the biggest threat in history. If the ghost appeared in reality, he would definitely die!

Li Leping, whose movements were restricted, continued to endure attacks from the two kings, the knight and the gentleman, but he remained silent, as if he was not the one enduring the pain.

"Fuck, he is indeed one of the most difficult captains according to the Pianist's assessment. Even this is not enough to defeat him."

"Painter, how long are you going to hide your coffin nails? Only that thing can really reduce the number of the enemy. Zhang Xuan was so confident back then, but he still had to be honest in front of the coffin nails."

The usually elegant gentleman couldn't help but swear, because neither he nor the knight had the means to erase consciousness, and the clown was dealing with Lin Bei and couldn't get away for a while. If he wanted to really get rid of Li Leping, he still needed the coffin nails.

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it. As soon as the coffin nails were mentioned, the painter's face suddenly became terribly gloomy. He had discovered the abnormality of the coffin nails after the transaction with Cao Yang. Although he had tried some means to repair them afterwards, it had not been verified whether they were effective or not.

"Damn you, when I see you again I will suck you dry, turn you into an oil painting and burn you with will-o'-the-wisp!!"

The painter cursed Cao Yang in his heart and reluctantly took out the coffin nail. Unlike the other two coffin nails, this one had much less rust and was even smaller in size, looking like a semi-finished product.

The gentleman rubbed his eyes and asked doubtfully:
"No buddy, I don't remember coffin nails like this, right?"

While speaking, the gentleman stretched out his hand to indicate the size of the coffin nails as he remembered them.

The painter's face turned dark. He didn't say anything, but threw the coffin nail out, aiming at Li Leping's head.

"How dare you, a bunch of bastards, cause trouble in Dahai City? Today, I, Ye, will make your shitty King Organization pay with blood!"

However, at this moment, a hand easily grabbed the coffin nail, accompanied by an extremely cold voice.

"Ye Zhen?"

Li Leping was delighted, and he found that the supernatural power that restricted him was gradually fading away, and he could already move his head.

From the sight, the king, codenamed the coffin bearer, seemed to be in a very bad condition. There were several hideous scars on his chest, and black blood oozed from the wounds. The king also knelt on the ground under some kind of huge pressure. The skinny arm holding the coffin was shaking violently, and it seemed that it would break at any time, and then the coffin would fall completely.

Not only that, the old man's head was tightly entangled by the hair that spread out from the coffin, as if the ghost wanted to strangle the king to death in this way.

"The enemy's support is here!"

Under the dark helmet, the knight realized this instantly, and then he also discovered the abnormality of the coffin bearer. The supernatural power leaking from the coffin made everyone present feel a little nervous, except Ye Zhen. "Oveled, help the coffin bearer stand up again, he can't die here."

The gentleman looked a little terrified, he had known about the pall bearer king. To be precise, the pall bearer was a hereditary position, and every pall bearer would find an heir before dying, and then bury himself in the coffin, in order to increase the level of terror of the pall bearer, and this would continue for generations.

If the coffin bearer completely lowers his arms and puts down the coffin, it also means that all the ghost riders who have inherited the title of coffin bearer for who knows how many years will run out of the coffin. Neither the King's Organization nor the headquarters can bear such a result.

The knight who heard the shout rushed towards the coffin bearers without any hesitation. His armor could avoid supernatural influences to a certain extent, and even the supernatural power as strong as the Ghost Lake could not sink him.

The knight helped the pallbearer to stand up slowly, and at the same time helped him share some of the pressure of the coffin, until the pallbearer's arm returned to normal, thus avoiding the crisis.

"I told you bastards to look me in the face, are you deaf!"

Ye Zhen's roar was like the sound of a huge bell, which shook the kings present. Even Lin Bei, whose consciousness was invaded, opened his eyes. The clown in his consciousness screamed and wailed in pain.

Li Leping, who had fully recovered his mobility, instantly forgot the memories of the past few minutes and returned to his peak state. However, before the ghost smoke could float up, a bone-chilling chill completely suppressed his ghost.

Not only Li Leping, but also the oil painting world created by the painter was completely torn apart. The surrounding scenes changed rapidly, and cities flashed before everyone's eyes like a kaleidoscope of lights, and finally stopped in the real Dahai City.

The sword moves before the man does.

The sword was oddly shaped, twisted and deformed, stained with blood and dirt, and in a state of disrepair. The strange thing was that there was a scary ghost face imprinted on the sword, and the ghost face was full of cracks, like fragile porcelain that would break at the touch. What was even scarier was that the ghost face was not dead at all, but was in an active state, and they could even see the creepy smile on the ghost face.

"I will stain the sky with my blood!"

Ye Zhen's eyes were red and there was no expression on his face, but a heart-pounding chill emanated from his whole body. At the same time, the kings found that they had been submerged in the cold and dark lake water without knowing when, and the water level was still rising visibly.

"Ye Zhen from the Supernatural Forum is such a trouble."

The painter frowned. Originally, the six kings could have surrounded and killed the two captains, and the situation could have been resolved as long as they spent some time. However, Ye Zhen joined the battle, and because the kings' organization had previously attacked the supernatural forum, Ye Zhen would definitely stand on the captain's side...

There were a lot of people on the beach, and the ring made by Yang Jian came into play at this moment. These kings subconsciously ignored Li Leping, and the other party also took this opportunity to help Lin Bei forget the memory of being attacked before, allowing the captain to basically recover to his peak state.

"Your participation will not change the status quo, because the ghost ship has already arrived, and we have at least six more kings coming with it."

The painter looked back at the sea and said calmly.

It was five o'clock in the evening. It was clearly not sunset yet, but the sky above the sea in the distance had already become dark and gloomy, covered with a light mist.

In the mist, an old, silent, dilapidated ship was looming, but the strange thing was that although the ship was already in a dilapidated state, it was still sailing on the sea against the wind. There were even faint yellow lights on in some of the windows of the ship, as if there were still people living in it.

In addition, there was snow accumulation in one corner of the ship, and a conspicuous pool of blood on the deck somewhere. After careful identification, it was found that the ship was full of various unreasonable supernatural phenomena.

On the bow of the ghost ship, there was a row of figures lined up, both men and women, but without exception, they were all enemies.

(End of this chapter)