Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 461: The Final Battle at Baishui Town (3)

It was visible to the naked eye that the ghost hands formed by the ghost shadows pierced deeply into the flesh of the priest, and the flesh of the touched parts disappeared directly, all turned into a vague shadow, as if assimilated by the ghost shadow.

"I will definitely dismember the person in front of me with this blow."

Yang Jian looked stern, made a wish, raised his hand, and chopped the priest into three pieces in one go. However, he did not die and was still wailing in pain.

The crown covered with thorns and spikes appeared on Yang Jian's head at this moment. Although Yang Jian was just a ghost, the crown actually locked Yang Jian's head, and the attack on his consciousness continued to hurt Yang Jian's consciousness.

At the same time, blood continued to flow out of Yang Jian's eyes, ears, and nose. He felt a splitting headache, and his brain seemed to be mixed into a paste by the screams. He could not even maintain normal thinking and became intermittent, because the curse of the music box could only protect Yang Jian's consciousness from death, but could not isolate the pain brought by the attack on consciousness.

Not only that, an old and mottled silver cross appeared behind Yang Jian, but the old corpse imprisoned on the cross disappeared.

The cross seemed to have life, constantly approaching Yang Jian's back, as if wanting him to replace the old corpse and be tied to it.

"Go away-!"

Yang Jian shouted angrily and smashed the cross directly with the spear in his hand. However, the seemingly old and rotten cross was unexpectedly hard. The collision of the two supernatural objects only made a crisp sound, and neither of them was affected by each other.

"Yang Jian——!"

Hortis's voice came from behind, hoarse and dry, like a real evil ghost calling Yang Jian's name.

Yang Jian didn't look back, or even turn around, but the death curse still broke out.

A hideous gash suddenly appeared at the location of the ghost's heart, and at the same time, things like blood vessels and tendons instantly covered the ghost's body, like the roots of a tree, intricate and intertwined.

Ordinary fatal curses were not enough to pose a threat to Yang Jian, but this was Hortis, and there were two Hortis at that. The six fatal attacks were linked together and continued to overlap, and for a moment even Yang Jian found it a little overwhelming.

"This thing is gradually blocking my perception of the outside world. The parts blocked by the tree roots are also losing contact with me and are almost out of my control."

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed. He felt like he was drunk and a little unconscious. Even his control over the ghost shadow was declining. Those blood vessels were continuously injecting ghost wine into Yang Jian's body and consciousness. Even the ghost shadow could not resist this paralysis.

The pain brought by the crown of thorns still existed, but it didn't seem as severe. Yang Jian felt some noise in his mind, as if countless people were arguing and discussing in his consciousness, occasionally accompanied by the barking of dogs.

Although the barking of the dog was not clear, it was always there, and no matter how noisy and complicated the human voices were, they could not completely cover it up.

“Woof—Woof—!”

The vicious dog in Yang Jian's memory kept barking. In the past, Yang Jian would wake up quickly at this time, but not this time. Yang Jian staggered like a drunkard, with blood vessels bulging all over his body, and he looked drunk and shaky even when standing.

The vicious dog in the memory shook its head, and then went directly to the deeper memory world of Yang Jian. Like Yang Jian, the other captains also faced a tough battle. The kings all changed their opponents, seemingly intending to target the captains' weaknesses.

The lord and He Yuelian's ghost den fought against each other, and in the end neither of them gained any advantage. However, He Yuelian was able to increase the number of ghost dens in the ghost painting. At this moment, a number of strange women wearing red wedding dresses and red veils appeared around her, as if they had walked out of an oil painting.

"Superimpose yourself? You are indeed very powerful, but it's a pity that this is the method I am least afraid of."

The lord smiled contemptuously, and at the same time he hid in his own ghost cave, not facing He Yuelian at all. Guihua's ghost cave was indeed top-notch, but not invincible. At least in terms of strength, the lord's ghost cave was not weaker than hers.

"Don't dare to face me? Then I'll confess you."

Angry women are scary, let alone He Yuelian, who controls two top supernatural powers: ghost painting and corpse bride.

Paper ashes fell from the sky, and the red-clothed women who rushed over stretched out a terrifyingly white hand at the same time. The terrifying ghost-summoning power was activated. He Yuelian tried to use the ghost-summoning power to forcibly remove the ghost from the lord's body.

However, He Yuelian's plan failed. The lord was indeed affected by the ghost-summoning spirit, but he himself was an alien, a real ghost, and there were no scattered pieces of the puzzle. Although he was summoned, he was a complete spirit.

"Hehehe, woman, I am not someone you can summon and dismiss at will. If you want to make a move, then be prepared to pay a heavy price."

The lord showed a ferocious smile. He was tall and looked very oppressive in front of He Yuelian. And this oppressive feeling was not false but real. He Yuelian felt that it became difficult to breathe under the red veil. Her face quickly turned red and purple, as if she was going to suffocate to death in the next second.

Not only that, the number of those women in red was also decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the ghost den was also shrinking. The ghost den belonging to the lord began to gain the upper hand at this moment, and a blurred and distorted ghost shadow gradually emerged.

No, it was not one, but two ghosts. The two ghosts hugged He Yuelian tightly. Their long and thin arms were like two iron clamps that tightly locked He Yuelian's neck. Even their supernatural powers could not be used.

In the pianist's consciousness space, Zhang Xianguang's hand holding the big knife trembled slightly. Without the ghost body he had before, he now had to pay a price for using the big knife. His entire arm was rotten and his flesh and blood were constantly peeling off.

At the same time, black blood flowed from Zhang Xianguang's eyes, nose and even ears. The pianist got the old piano and a melody that targeted consciousness and had a great advantage in his home court, which was why Zhang Xianguang was so embarrassed.

"This guy refuses to show up. Even if the broadsword doesn't need a medium, I can't do anything unless I cut off this spiritual land."

Zhang Xianguang was not dead. His years of experience and accumulation in the supernatural circle allowed him to quickly make an accurate judgment of the situation.

"The pianist was afraid of the sword in my hand so he chose to hide himself, but even if he showed up, he couldn't kill me completely. So his goal was to hold me back and prevent me from going to support him."

Although he had thought through the causes and consequences, he couldn't think of a better countermeasure for a while.

(End of this chapter)