Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 422: Resurrecting Luo Qian and Instructing the Younger Generation

Not only the painter, but everyone present saw the ghost ship, and also noticed the row of figures standing in line at the bow.

Lin Bei and Li Leping's hearts suddenly sank. There were six kings present, and looking at the ghost ship, there were at least nine more. Combined with the fact that they had not been able to wait for Yang Jian's support, it meant that the other side had at least sent out five kings to intercept. Calculated in this way, the number of kings was still quite terrifying!

The six kings, led by the painter, began to consider retreating because the ghost ship was about to land and there was no point in continuing the fight, which would only increase consumption and casualties.

On the other side, the other three were still struggling to hold on. Although Yang Jian fought back with all his might and killed a banker, the remaining five kings were obviously more brutal, especially the blockade of the manor owner, which even Yang Jian's ghost eyes could not break through.

"Success!"

He Yiner's eye sockets were stained with black ink, leaving only a small area. Yang Jian opened the eighth level of the ghost domain without hesitation and took He Yiner and Liu San to restart it together. Not only did he save He Yiner's life, but he also helped Liu San recover a little.

As a price, the ghost eye began to become restless, and its recovery became more intense, which caused Yang Jian to not dare to open the eighth level of the ghost realm again. Even if it was the seventh level of the ghost realm to restart itself, he had to consider it carefully.

However, it was all worth it because He Yin'er had successfully summoned the soul of the cemetery owner Luo Qian, which also meant that the situation was about to be reversed.

An illusory and strange figure quickly emerged around. It was a lifeless old man who was about to die. His eyes had no pupils, only darkness, which looked particularly terrifying.

The old man exuded a rotten smell, as if he had been buried in the soil for many years. He was like a terrifying ghost, which made people feel creepy.

At this moment, except for the manor owner who was hiding in the horror manor castle and had never shown his face, the other four kings instantly felt a tremendous sense of oppression. Although the old man in front of them was just a ghost, he made them feel palpitations, as if they were going to die at the hands of the other party in the next second.

"This is definitely not an illusion. The horror of this old guy in front of me has exceeded my imagination."

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the warden, and the same was true for the other three kings. At this moment they wanted to escape, but Luo Qian, who had seen through the situation, did not intend to give them this opportunity.

"Since you are here, why not come and keep an old man like me company?"

Luo Qian snorted coldly, and the light around him disappeared instantly, but then everything returned to normal. Everyone felt as if they had blinked their eyes, but this time the surroundings changed instantly. It was no longer Dahai City, but a cemetery with no end in sight.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The ink man's eyes were bloodshot, even though he was still some distance away, he had already realized the horror of this endless cemetery. He even saw his future where he would be buried here and become one of the many graves.

"My cemetery is for burying people and ghosts. If someone like you can escape, then my title as the cemetery owner is in vain."

Luo Qian's face became extremely cold and expressionless, and his pupil-less eyes did not carry any human emotions.

The ink man wanted to escape, and the black ink smeared on his whole body began to flow down rapidly. The ink and the dirty, smelly and black soil in the cemetery merged strangely.

However, the grave soil can suppress the supernatural burial. Now, the ink man's strength is not top-notch, and he finally failed to escape the burial of the grave soil. In just a few breaths, a medium-sized earthen grave appeared in the cemetery, and this earthen grave was pitch black, as if it had been soaked in ink for a long time.

Seeing this, the warden entered the ghost prison under his control without hesitation, trying to use this strange place to get rid of the cemetery. The same was true for the owner of the manor. He had never shown up, and now as long as he cut off the medium for the manor to invade reality, he didn't have to worry about the grave soil. However, out of humanitarianism, he took the projectionist with him when he evacuated. But the king codenamed the Butcher was not so lucky. Endless grave soil poured down and almost swallowed him up completely in an instant.

The butcher used all his spiritual power to try to resist, but it was all in vain. Finally, he used all his strength to throw the kitchen knife with the curved blade in his hand away. The projectionist took the kitchen knife and disappeared into reality along with the horror manor.

The second earthen grave was erected. This earthen grave was extremely large and was quite conspicuous even in the endless cemetery. This was because there were many evil spirits imprisoned in the butcher's body, and a more powerful spirit was needed to bury him.

Among the six kings, Yang Jian killed the banker, the cemetery owner Luo Qian buried the butcher and the ink man, and the remaining three kings escaped. However, the captain was not happy at all, because Liu San and He Yiner were in very bad condition. If they continued to fight, there would be a risk of casualties.

"It seems that this era is not as peaceful as imagined."

The time for summoning souls has not yet passed, Luo Qian sighed after a long silence.

"Last time you summoned me, I helped you deal with the ghost messenger. This time you buried two foreigners. Requiemer, I want to know how many relics of ghost riders of my level do you have left?"

Luo Qian's tone was flat. He was the one who was summoned twice. He was very clear about his own importance. He was even more aware that this trump card would be used less and less each time. Perhaps he would never have the chance to see this world again.

He Yiner fell into silence. There were only three spirit tablets in Taiping Ancient Town, and she had already used two of them. This also meant that the last chance to summon the soul was extremely precious, and there would be no chance of wasting it.

Then, Luo Qian turned his head and looked at Liu San. He had a severe headache at the moment. Although Yang Jian helped him to recover a little, the butcher's kitchen knife could attack the consciousness, and he didn't know how many times he had resisted it. Now he could hardly even stand steadily.

Luo Qian's gaze shifted again, this time falling on Yang Jian. The eight scarlet ghost eyes looked at everything around them restlessly, but they all avoided Luo Qian tacitly, as if they were afraid of this terrifying old man.

"Well, let me, an old guy, do something for you."

After a long sigh, Luo Qian waved his hand, and the dirty, smelly, black grave soil instantly bulged, quickly forming three old graves under the feet of the three captains. The captains had no time to react, and were swallowed up by the old graves in the blink of an eye, but then the old graves collapsed again, and their figures were revealed again.

"I helped you bury the extra spiritual power in your body, and also temporarily suppressed the resurrection of the evil spirit. However, this is only temporary. The next time you overuse the evil spirit, the restlessness of the resurrection will appear again."

Luo Qian's pupil-less eyes looked at the three young men, but in the end his gaze fell on Yang Jian. To be precise, he was staring at the tall ghost figure. He seemed to recognize the origin of this ghost figure.

"Back then, Li Qingzhi pieced together a complete evil ghost body for the ghost shadow, and even mastered a variety of supernatural powers through mediums by himself, but even so, he still died."

"In my opinion, the quality of the medium is more important than the quantity. I only know the supernatural power of grave soil, but I can still beat him."

"Ghost shadows, ghost shadows, human shadows, ghost shapes. You don't have to stick to piecing together a ghost body. The path of your predecessors may not be the right one. Only the one that suits you is the best. The ghost of the foreigner who escaped at the end is very good. If you have a chance, you might as well grab it and give it a try."

Luo Qian, who was usually taciturn, said a few more words, but after he finished speaking, the shadow of the dead soul also dissipated, and the time for summoning the soul was over.

(End of this chapter)