Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 429 The Youthful Ghost King Will Not Meet the Black-robed Senior
Luo Wensong was very fierce, and as one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, the supernatural powers he possessed were even more terrifying. The captain, who was only concerned with retreating, forcibly resisted the first round of superimposed attacks.

Knock on the door, open the door, turn off the lights, there are at least three terrifying death curses on the surface. After infinite superposition, the captain was made to freeze in place, as if he had fallen into silence.

"You thought I wouldn't hit you if you pretended to be dead, didn't you?"

Luo Wensong, who was wearing a black gown, snorted coldly. His eyes were so cruel that he could tell at a glance that this captain was not a human being.

Then, he took a step forward, and the cold air spread, and the terrifying spirit was affecting the surroundings. In the ghostland, the doors quickly became mottled, the paint was peeling, and the marks like corpse spots instantly covered all the wooden doors.

"Die to me!"

As Luo Wensong shouted angrily, an old wooden door appeared behind him.

After the wooden door opened, there was another wooden door behind it. After it was opened again, there was still another wooden door. The wooden doors opened one after another, as if there was no end, connecting to some unknown and terrifying place.

In just a moment, countless wooden doors were opened, until finally a loud bang came from the depths of the wooden door, as if the last wooden door was opened, and then a thick darkness spread out from the wooden door, engulfing Luo Wensong and quickly eroding towards the captain's direction.

However, the captain had reacted at this moment. He casually raised one arm, and a more intense and profound darkness suddenly invaded and directly tore a huge crack in Luo Wensong's ghost domain, and this crack was still spreading and spreading rapidly.

The captain interrupted Luo Wensong's process of superimposing the dead and supernatural powers, and even successfully escaped from the ghost realm and disappeared into the darkness.

The ghost domain was damaged, and Luo Wensong had to give up the attack, because the ghost domain was the basis for his infinite stacking, but this did not mean that anyone could control him.

“Are you this generation’s spiritualist?”

Luo Wensong spoke, his voice was strange, like that of a dead person.

"Yes, senior. These foreigners want to bring all the evil spirits back to China, but their strength is so terrifying that I have no choice but to use the spirit tablet to summon your soul."

Facing the ferocious old man in front of her, He Yiner also became a little timid. It was obvious that the old man in the black gown had a very bad temper. In comparison, Luo Qian, who had been summoned before, seemed a little gentle.

"Oh, foreigners dare to come to our country and make trouble. If I had known earlier, I should have gone abroad to kill myself before I died."

Luo Wensong snorted coldly, and at the same time his eyes were locked on a king again, who was the Grim Reaper who was besieging Li Leping.

The god of death took out Li Leping's non-existent heart, and before he could put it on the shabby scale to weigh it with a feather, he suddenly heard a dull and suppressed knock on the door.

“Boom~Boom~Boom!”

One after another, the sound seemed to be knocking on the heart, with an almost weird tone that made it almost impossible to breathe.

Not only that, an old, mottled wooden door suddenly appeared behind the Grim Reaper. The paint on the door had long since peeled off, and behind the door was a thick darkness. Faint footsteps could be heard in the darkness, making people tremble in their hearts.

"Spiritualist, my existence is limited, so I won't waste any more time talking to you. Let me help you kill a few more people, which can make up for my regrets in the past."

Luo Wensong's voice reached He Yin'er's ears. Although it was full of murderous intent, it made He Yin'er feel at ease.

"Liu Qi, go help Yang Jian, his condition is not very good."

He Yiner looked around and found that except for Yang Jian, most of the other captains were evenly matched with the king. Only Li Leping and Yang Jian were at a clear disadvantage. With the addition of Luo Wensong, Li Leping naturally had nothing to worry about.

"it is good!"

Liu Qi's ability to grow from a rookie to a nominated captain in just one year also proves that he is a very capable and judgmental person. Moreover, it was Yang Jian who saved his life in the most dangerous incident. No matter from which angle, he would choose to help Yang Jian unconditionally. "Yang Jian, you must hold on."

Liu Qi muttered to himself and quickly moved towards Yang Jian.

On the other side, the fledgling He Yuelian was practicing with the King, codenamed Twins. The two girls, codenamed Twins, were about ten years old, with pale faces and big eyes, but their pupils were dull.

Two girls, as delicate but numb as puppet dolls, held hands and always stood in front of He Yuelian. The strange supernatural power blocked her and prevented her from leaving.

However, He Yuelian became more familiar with the supernatural powers she possessed during this process, and became more adept at using them. The more troublesome thing was that no matter what means she used, she could not completely kill the twins, as they had the means to resurrect, and each time they were resurrected, a new girl would appear.

At this time, five girls were holding hands, forming a very small circle, trapping He Yuelian inside the circle.

On the other side of the crack, there is a battlefield centered on Wen Zhong's consciousness. However, Wen Zhong himself is powerless because he does not have the supernatural power of consciousness. He can only watch Shen Lin and the king code-named the Clown fighting from a special perspective.

"In my opinion, you are just like your code name, a clown."

Shen Lin had a stern look on his face. Consciousness and memory had always been his home turf. Here, he had never been afraid of anyone except Zhang Xianguang.

The King Clown was short in stature, wearing a red and white clown costume, with strange oil paint on his face. However, his eyes revealed a bit of surprise, because he had never encountered such a situation before.

Generally speaking, even if one has mastered psychic powers of consciousness, one can only attack and protect consciousness at most. This is the first time that the Joker has seen someone like Shen Lin who can invade consciousness with all the psychic powers, because even he himself can't do it.

However, before he could make a move, Shen Lin had already moved, and opened the ghost den in Wen Zhong's consciousness.

There were countless hideous and ferocious faces in the dark red ghost den, and the expressions of all the faces were completely different. Beside Shen Lin, four faces were particularly eye-catching. The clown could see clearly that the expressions of the four faces were:
Joy, anger, sorrow, fear.

In a corner of the den, the outline of a human face emerged, but there was no expression on this face. Only lifeless colors continued to emerge, as if outlining the face of a clown.

"Come on, do it. Don't think I'm afraid of you."

The clown's sharp and hoarse voice sounded very strange. Even after he finished speaking, he rushed towards Shen Lin very quickly, as if he wanted to die together with Shen Lin.

"You idiot, you call yourself a king, and you still want to kill me in my den?"

Shen Lin looks like a ghost. The clown cannot catch any trace of Shen Lin and can only run around like a headless fly, and is occasionally attacked by curses from ghost faces with different expressions.

"Die."

A voice like the whisper of death rang in the clown's ears. At that moment, he felt an inexplicable panic and fear. He couldn't even maintain his strange smile, and was replaced by an expression of fear.

The pattern of the fear face was triggered, and the clown's body instantly stiffened in place. At the same time, Shen Lin, who was holding an axe, succeeded and cut the clown in half with one axe.

In Shen Lin's other hand, a clown mask appeared at some point, but the mask was a little empty, as if it lacked a soul, giving people a very unreal feeling.

"Even if a clown mask is made, I don't think anyone would want to wear it."

Shen Lin put the mask on the dead clown's face.

Soon, the mask came to life, and the colors on it revealed a lifeless atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)