Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 447 King Leader Hortis

"There's a price to pay for underestimating me."

The owner of the manor had an annoyed expression on his face. Although he had temporarily lost the means of the ghost wall, it did not affect the fact that he was still a powerful enough king.

"The price? That requires you to be capable enough."

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and then five ghost shadows appeared in the projection world. The five evil ghost figures were arranged together, like a black wall, which made the owner of the manor feel inexplicably depressed and terrified.

Five ghost shadows approached the manor owner, as if they wanted to trap him in the middle.

"It's just a ghost. I have it too."

As the manor owner finished speaking, the black fog surrounding him quickly spread, and an even darker and more eerie shadow appeared in the fog. The shadow was very tall, and seemed to be the source of this ghost area, but its image was completely different from that of the manor owner.

Not only that, the outline of the horrible manor also vaguely appeared beside the owner of the manor. The shadows of scarecrows made of human skin gradually became solid, as if they were about to invade this mysterious place.

"I will definitely hit the person in front of me with this knife."

Yang Jian did not hesitate, but took out the spear and made a wish. This wish was insignificant, just to hit, not to dismember or kill, so the dark red spear only oozed a little blood, just enough to corrode Yang Jian's wrist.

Three-pointed, double-edged sword. In this projection world, everyone is presented in the form of two-dimensional shadows. Bronze spears and hatchets can be used directly without the need to actively trigger a medium.

However, the owner of the manor reacted, and the black cane appeared in his hand again. He raised it to block, trying to stop Yang Jian's attack.

The two supernatural objects, the double-edged sword and the black cane, collided with each other at this moment.

With this collision, countless creepy screams began to echo. Yang Jian’s attack was terrifying, but the evil spirit living in the cane was also dangerous.

After a brief collision, the two magical weapons immediately determined the winner.

The black cane was like a block of tofu, and it only lasted for a second before being cut off. The next attack fell on the manor owner, and the knife fell diagonally from his shoulder, almost splitting him in two. However, the angle was a bit off, and only half of his shoulder and arm were dismembered, leaving a hideous gash on his chest.

However, this did not mean the end of the attack. Yang Jian had already removed the coffin nails and threw them out while the manor owner was still in a daze, aiming at the manor owner's head.

At this moment, the coffin nails in mid-air were quickly stained with a layer of ink-black color, and the rust on them was peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were being eroded by the ink.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly condensed, and then the projected world was directly invaded and then shattered. The owner of the manor also forced his way out. The coffin nail fell to the ground and was stepped on by a skinny old man.

"If you were a step later, you would have died under these coffin nails."

The old man picked up the coffin nails slowly and said to the owner of the manor beside him.

"Thank you, senior, for your help."

The manor owner, who had always been arrogant and conceited, actually showed a respectful attitude, which made Yang Jian's face suddenly gloomy.

"The hidden king?"

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and he opened all nine of his ghost eyes. Through the images transmitted from the ghost eyes, he could see clearly that the kings who had been passive before all came closer after the old man appeared. It was obvious that the old man's status was very unusual.

"I'll give this thing back to you. It's useless to me."

The old man casually threw the coffin nails towards Yang Jian, but this time the coffin nails were covered with something like black ink, revealing an inexplicable weirdness and ominousness.

Yang Jian's intuition told him that nothing good would happen if he touched the coffin nails directly.

The gun tip turned in another direction, and Yang Jian used the blade of the hatchet to block the coffin nails. However, at the moment of contact, the hatchet was stained with the sticky black ink, and the ink gradually corroded the rust on the blade, making it look very disgusting.

"Erase the curse on the coffin nails and the hatchet." Yang Jian made a wish again, but this time a lot of blood seeped out of the gun and directly corroded half of Yang Jian's body.

"Restart."

Without hesitation, Yang Jian directly opened the seventh level of the ghost cave to restart himself, avoiding the cost of making a wish. It is hard to imagine that such a wish would be so difficult to realize.

"team leader."

"Yang Jian."

The kings withdrew from the battle, and the remaining captains also moved closer to Yang Jian. Only Cao Yang was still fighting with the captain. Ye Zhen was still restricted and blocked by many supernatural means.

"He Yuelian, Li Yang, Wang Chaling..."

There were only three captains around Yang Jian. When he arrived, he had already discovered He Yiner's miserable condition and used the ghost cave to transfer him to a safe place.

"The lord, the priest, the captain, the manor owner, the prison warden, the drunkard, the knight, the snow monster, and this old man who is suspected to be the leader of the king's organization. The other side has nine top ghost masters..."

Wang Chaling's expression was extremely solemn, because after fighting to this extent, those who could survive were all the top ones, and it was very difficult to kill any one of them. Now the situation had come to the most difficult moment.

The two groups of people stood in a row, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence, and no one spoke first.

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"Break it for me!"

At this time, Ye Zhen, who was blocked by layers of restrictions, broke through the restrictions. His hair was disheveled and he looked like a madman. The ghost face on the sword almost completely protruded from the sword.

"What a scary old man."

Although Ye Zhen is a bit immature, he is not stupid. He noticed the horror of the old man the moment he escaped. Then he stood back beside Yang Jian and continued to maintain this strange dullness.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Hortis, and I'm the founder of the King's Organization."

About a minute later, the old man who appeared out of nowhere spoke, and his words were shocking.

"Oh, so you are the source of this dirty and evil organization. Judging from your appearance, you won't live long. Now you want to participate in the fight between us young people. Do you think your life is too long?"

Although Yang Jian was wary, he did not show any sign of concession. If the opponent was strong enough to crush all the captains by himself, he would have taken action long ago. There would be no need to say meaningless words.

"Yang Jian, the statue of Mr. Qin has been delivered. Lin Ye and Su Fan are leading the team to escort it. It will be ready for use in a minute at most."

Wang Chaling came over and said in a deep voice.

"You guys try your best to stop this group of people. I'll go help Cao Yang kill the captain first. Ask Liu San to send more paper figures over to guard the statue of Old Qin."

Yang Jian pondered for a moment and said that he could not just leave Cao Yang alone, because Cao Yang was one of the top fighters among the captains, even ranking above himself. It would be a waste if he was kept being held back by the captain.

"I understand. But this ghost ship must also be taken seriously. I found that it not only releases evil spirits, but also attracts some hidden ghosts. When the number of ghosts reaches a certain level, the consequences will be more serious than the king's."

Four ghosts appeared behind Wang Cha Ling. At this time, Shen Lin, who was fighting with the banker, also appeared. They could not do anything to each other. In the end, it was Hortis who took action and forcibly pulled the pianist back.

"Shall we take action, sir?"

the warden asked.

"No need. The ghost ship is a deadly scourge to them, but not to us. If the ghost ship stays here, then the Ark Project can be considered a success to some extent."

Hortis was still unhurried. He had lived for too long and had seen many storms. His grasp and analysis of the situation were also sharp enough.

(End of this chapter)