Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 438 "Goodbye, Yang Jian"

The scarlet ghost eyes glimpsed a terrifying figure, which was the wishing ghost. It forcibly intercepted Yang Jian halfway, causing the group of four to be trapped there. Then the king came to the door, and this ghost chose to hide itself at the right time, and then showed up when Yang Jian was most vulnerable and in danger. The wisdom of this ghost has reached a very high level.

In the face of crisis, Yang Jian became unusually calm. Although the double torture of ghosts and consciousness was painful, it was not unbearable. As long as the curse of the music box was still there, his consciousness would not disappear.

"The vicious dog failed to restrain the manor owner. It seems that the other party has sent out a king who has mastered the top consciousness-type supernatural powers like Shen Lin."

The scarlet ghost eyes were still turning restlessly. From beginning to end, Yang Jian had not yet opened the seventh and eighth levels of the ghost den. This also meant that he was not in a truly desperate situation at the moment. He was just waiting for an opportunity to turn the situation around.

The knight threw the dark red bone spear, and instantly nailed the ghost to the cross that symbolized judgment. The drunkard poured out the liquid in the cup, and the dark and thick ghost suddenly became lighter at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been washed by water for many years. Even the chest area was completely blurred and empty.

Then, the cross fell over, and the ghost fell flat on the ground, while a strange guillotine appeared in midair. The guillotine was covered with rust, and even the blade was notched and uneven, but even such a curved blade flashed a frightening cold light, and even Yang Jian had an inexplicable sense of crisis at this moment.

"Oh no, Yang Jian is in danger!"

Liu Qi's pupils suddenly shrank, but in this moment of distraction, the gravedigger seized the opportunity and directly removed one of Liu Qi's arms.

"You dare to be distracted? Next time I will just take your head off."

The gravedigger sneered and said that this was the first time he had played such a smooth game, so he couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

Liu Qi ignored him and shouted loudly in the direction of Li Yang.

"Li Yang, Yang Jian is in danger, you cover me, I can save him!"

Li Yang was startled when he heard the shout, and at the same time he was secretly anxious. This Pharaoh was very powerful, and there was no possibility for him to kill him in a short time.

"No, the captain must not get into trouble. We must find a way to get rid of this difficult king."

The next moment, the horrifying corpse spots completely eroded and successfully invaded the Pharaoh's lair, and Li Yang's corruption prevailed.

Then, eighteen wooden doors emerged from various angles, forming a prison, trapping the Pharaoh inside.

For a moment, knocking on the door, turning off the lights, and opening the door, three terrifying and deadly supernatural moments overlapped several times. However, there was no figure of Pharaoh behind the opened door. There was only a dark and thick darkness like ink, like an abyss, or like the entrance to hell. Even with the strongest light, it was impossible to see this darkness clearly.

The ghost den was removed, but the mottled old red-painted wooden door did not disappear and remained in reality. The Pharaoh who was trapped by the eighteen doors seemed to be dead, and there was no movement or sound coming from inside.

Li Yang approached Liu Qi. If the gravediggers did not leave, he would face the attack from both of them. If he chose to retreat temporarily, it would be equivalent to giving Liu Qi a chance to rescue Yang Jian.

Seeing Li Yang's furious expression and the ghosts that had invaded, the gravedigger felt a sense of panic. However, before he could make a choice, he found that his arm was covered with dark spots, and then the arm was rotting, the flesh was peeling off, and even the bones were turning black.

"Are you kidding? How can a little brother be so vicious?!" At this critical moment of life and death, the gravedigger was scared. He was not an alien and could be killed by some horrible attacks and curses. However, Li Yang, who was rushing towards him desperately, had such means.

"run!"

At this moment, the gravedigger had only one thought in his mind, which was to escape, because he saw that the holes he had dug were being eroded by the terrible corpse spots. This was simply an indiscriminate curse, and the gravedigger had no doubt that even a dog would turn into a rotten dead dog in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a bottomless pit appeared under the gravedigger's feet. He fell directly into it and escaped from this dangerous place.

"Liu Qi, save the captain!"

Li Yang said in a deep voice that Yang Jian's life was hanging by a thread at this moment, because the guillotine had begun to fall slowly. In three seconds at most, the guillotine would dismember the ghost head and break up Yang Jian's puzzle.

Liu Qi didn't say anything, but silently and actively stimulated the revival of his own curse. He wanted to transfer all of Yang Jian's injuries, curses, attacks and even the revival of the evil spirit to himself. Only in this way could he save Yang Jian.

The manor owner and the priest held the chains tightly, not giving Yang Jian any chance to move or resist. Yang Jian, who wanted to forcibly open the eighth layer of the ghost den to restart the range, found that he was a step too late. The liquid that the drunkard splashed on the ghost was mixed with horrible curses and erosion. The snow monster also used some strange means to force the three ghost eyes to close briefly.

"Yang Jian, you saved all of our lives back in No. 7 Middle School. Now, it's my turn to save you. You are the captain of the law enforcement team, the pillar of the headquarters and the country. If I die to save someone like you, I will die a worthy death."

Liu Qi murmured words in a low voice that only he could hear. His flesh and blood were rapidly decaying, and his entire body seemed to have been drained of its vitality. He was becoming older and thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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He squatted on the ground, his body swaying as if he would fall down at any time, but he kept his balance every time and tried his best to control the amplitude of the shaking. However, dark and sticky blood kept oozing out, soon covering Liu Qi's entire body.

Yang Jian, who was already very passive, suddenly felt another curse falling on him. However, this curse was not an attack, but was transferring the negative state on his body. The holes on the ghost shadow were gradually being filled, the color that had been washed away was becoming rich again, and the pain from being tortured by thorns was easing, as if everything was developing in a good direction.

At this moment, the guillotine fell suddenly.

At this moment, the sound of chains twitching and shaking echoed.

At this moment, the rows of street lamps suddenly turned scarlet, and the round lights inside the lampshades reflected the shapes of red eyes, like a strange print.

At this moment, a dull and heavy sound was heard, as if something heavy was being dragged.

At this moment, it seemed as if there was a flow of water, and something was being washed and submerged.

"Goodbye, Yang Jian."

(End of this chapter)