Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 443: Their respective losses

Ye Zhen said nothing, but just kept punching. His fists condensed with frost hit the thin body of the god of death like raindrops. The superimposed suppression of the supernatural made him feel very uncomfortable.

Other kings were also facing the invasion of frost and ghost lake. Although it could not cause any substantial impact, it could play a good disruptive role. Except for the knight, the movements of the other kings were obviously slowed down.

"laugh--!"

The sound of flesh being torn was prolonged. Despite Ye Zhen's help, He Yin'er was still pierced through the chest by the spear thrown by the knight. The ghost clothes she wore on her body resisted most of the attack, but her face still became gray and dull under the influence of the supernatural.

"You're not even going to die?!"

The knight was slightly stunned. In his opinion, a ghost rider like He Yin'er should be easy to kill. After all, her biggest trump card is the summoned souls.

"die!"

The second wave of attacks came from the owner of the manor, the cane was extremely heavy, and many hideous human faces were outlined on it. This cane, made entirely of evil spirits, smashed directly into He Yin'er's back. The terrifying attack caused the two ghost clothes on her body to wrinkle and curl up, and soon they were completely shrunken into a ball and peeled off from He Yin'er's body.

"I come!"

The attack on the necromancer did not stop. The heavy snow falling from the sky suddenly seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and all of it landed accurately on He Yiner's arm. The extreme coldness instantly made the flesh on her arm turn purple-blue, and at the same time, a feeling of numbness and horror quickly spread throughout her body.

"Are you kidding me? You picked the wrong person again?!"

The warden had a strange look on his face, as if even God was not on their side. The targets chosen for each operation were so difficult to kill. This was simply impossible!
"I don't believe it. I'm going to kill you today no matter what."

The warden's eyes turned fierce, and the next moment he whipped He Yin'er with the chain in his hand. The ghost chain quickly wrapped around He Yin'er's body and locked her limbs and head tightly.

"Sending you on your way!"

The warden took out the guillotine. To be honest, the cost of using this thing was too high. Even for him, it was difficult to use it many times. This time, in order to kill He Yiner, the warden was really ruthless.

Bound by chains, suppressed by spears, crushed by canes, and with her limbs completely frozen by the ghostly snow and unable to move, He Yin'er had fallen into complete despair.

It is difficult for a necromancer to be killed by other supernatural forces because their lifespan is fixed. Calling spirits is essentially shortening their own lifespan, which also means that the number of times a necromancer can call spirits in his lifetime is also fixed.

Neither the supernatural attack nor the death curse could really kill He Yin'er, but they would shorten her lifespan. In just one minute, He Yin'er had become somewhat old. She could originally live for a hundred years, but now she only had seventy years left to live at most. This was based on the premise that the ghost clothes had borne some of the damage for her.

"I am so angry. You guys who call yourself kings are really capable of attacking women."

As Ye Zhen threw a punch with all his strength, the scale that measured supernatural powers of the King code-named the God of Death was directly broken.

Ye Zhen's terrifying level has exceeded the limit that the scale can bear, and the user, the Grim Reaper, directly spat out a mouthful of black old blood, and then fell to the ground unconscious, and even the ghost in his body fell silent.

"Are you a worthless wretch qualified to weigh me?"

Ye Zhen angrily gave the middle finger to the Grim Reaper who was lying on the ground, and then he locked his eyes on the warden.

This time, it was the manor owner who temporarily stopped Ye Zhen. He wanted to buy time for the warden, so he had to kill He Yiner.

"Can you stop me?" Ye Zhen snorted coldly and once again took out the mud-covered sword. The death curse broke out and was then transferred to the owner of the manor.

"You will die, but this is not exclusive to you."

The owner of the manor had a gloomy face. He was not afraid of the fatal attack, but the continuous fatal attacks like Ye Zhen's still had an impact on him.

"Surround him."

Although there was no one around him, the owner of the manor seemed to be communicating with someone and giving orders.

The surface of the lake belonging to Ye Zhen was reflected with dense figures of evil spirits. They formed a circle and surrounded Ye Zhen tightly.

Suddenly, a feeling of oppression, blockage and suffocation came over Ye Zhen, and he felt inexplicable discomfort. Along with the roar of the manor owner, a thick black fog spread from behind the ghost wall.

Densely packed souls of the dead emerged from the black fog. These souls were all transformed from ghost riders killed by the manor owner. To some extent, they even retained some of their spiritual powers during their lifetime. Perhaps one soul was very weak, but when the number reached a certain level, it was enough to cause a qualitative change.

These ghosts exist in a very strange way, intertwined and entangled with each other, forming the outline of a horror manor, with countless scarecrows standing around the manor. These scarecrows are dressed in living people's clothes, wearing straw hats, tied to a cross-shaped wooden frame, swaying slightly in the wind.

The owner of the manor also tried his best. He connected to this mysterious land under his control. Every scarecrow was actually a living person. Some of them were ordinary people, and some were ghost riders, but without exception, they all died in this manor and were cruelly made into scarecrows.

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The black fog became thicker and thicker, as if an unfathomable abyss was approaching Ye Zhen.

At the same time, the ghost wall formed by evil spirits was also shrinking, constantly blocking Ye Zhen's range of activities.

"If the road is blocked, use your fist to open it!"

Ye Zhen shouted angrily, and the long sword hung strangely in the air and kept spinning. In the direction the sword was facing, the approaching ghost wall would come to a brief stagnation.

In Ye Zhen's sight, the horror manor and the scarecrow were instantly turned into ashes, and those ashes gathered together to form a tall and extremely oppressive strange shadow. Ye Zhen's intuition told him that this was the real owner of the manor!
On the other side, Lin Bei and Li Leping were also caught in a tough battle. With the help of Lin Bei's cover, Li Leping made up his mind and let the sleepwalking ghost take over his body. For a while, his presence was reduced to the lowest, and the landlord also lost his target.

Thick smoke was floating in the air. When the landlord realized something was wrong, it was too late. A cold, temperatureless hand was placed on his shoulder. Flesh and blood were peeling off, and life was being stripped away.

"It's dark and there are ghosts. I found you."

Li Leping's consciousness regained the upper hand, and he killed the landlord at the risk of losing control, and threw the body directly into the haunted apartment.

At this moment, Lin Bei also fought to the limit, and the self in the mirror world was seriously injured. Even if the two sides switched, it would not work. The priest mastered the supernatural power against consciousness, which happened to be Lin Bei's weakness.

"My consciousness has become blurred."

Two lines of blood flowed from Lin Bei's eyes. He could no longer see clearly in front of him. He was fighting desperately with the priest relying entirely on instinct and perception.

"Heresy should be punished with death!"

(End of this chapter)