Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 479 The Ending Battle (9)

He did what he said and shot with his gun.

One Meng Xiaodong was nailed to the spot by a spear, but the other party didn't care at all, because the number of their invaders was already large enough to force Yang Jian back to reality from the past.

Time is passing, and there is only one minute left before returning to the reality node.

"The Ninth Layer Ghost Cave can barely fight Meng Xiaodong, but it can't really kill her. In this case, there is only one last trick left, which is to open the Tenth Layer Ghost Cave and truly fill the timeline. Kill her in the past earlier than Meng Xiaodong. This way, the source will be solved."

During this minute, Yang Jian no longer passively took the beating, but chose to fight back.

The two ghost eyes each opened five layers of the ghost den, and then superimposed on each other. At this time, the ghost eyes were terrifyingly deep, and the red light emitted was extremely rich. Yang Jian's whole body seemed to be soaked in blood.

The signs of erosion on Yang Jian's body and consciousness are reversing, and the past that was blocked by Meng Xiaodong is gradually being broken through.

A charred ghost hand stretched out from behind Meng Xiaodong like an iron clamp, and grabbed her, making her unable to move.

Although Yang Jian still exists in the present, the voices of his voices overlap, as if they had been superimposed and echoed countless times before finally converging together.

At this moment, it didn't sound like only one person was speaking, but rather countless Yang Jians were speaking at the same time.

"This knife will be fatal."

A cold voice reached Meng Xiaodong's ears, but before she could respond, the hatchet in Yang Jian's other hand had already fallen.

One minute is very short, yet very long. At this moment, Meng Xiaodong felt terrified because the blockade of the past that she was proud of was broken. This knife was chopped out simultaneously by Yang Jian at countless time nodes, and even with countless scapegoats, she could not resist it.

The sky was gray, but if you looked closely, you would find that it did not look like the sky itself. Instead, it looked more like something like a green screen in a studio. It was so huge that it seemed to have completely blocked the sky.

"Do it-"

Time returned to reality. Old Qin drove the ghost bus on time and appeared in front of Yang Jian with a team of seven people led by Zhang Dong.

"This young man is very powerful. It only took him one hour to grow to the point where he could kill me. If he is given more time, perhaps another Zhang Dong will appear in this world."

Meng Xiaodong said with a gloomy face.

"A genius who dies young is not worthy of being called a true genius. It's time to send him off."

Luo Wensong said in a strange voice.

Suddenly, except for Zhang Dong and Qin Lao, the other six people started to act according to the previous plan.

The surging grave soil, the endlessly opening wooden doors, the purple miasma covering the city, and all kinds of supernatural phenomena emerged one after another, instantly submerging Yang Jian.

"You old guys are really fierce. It's rare for me to come out, so at least let me move around."

Li Qingzhi took a step forward. Under his feet, a dark shadow was moving restlessly. Behind Li Qingzhi, many strange and twisted silhouettes suddenly appeared: rotten heads hanging in the air, mutilated limbs, and scarlet handprints. However, at the deepest part of these silhouettes, Yang Jian's figure wrapped in red light suddenly appeared.

"Look, kid, this is how you play with a hatchet."

The next moment, the rusty hatchet fell down, and all the outlines were dismembered and broken in an instant. Yang Jian, who was at the center, felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"hiss--!"

The rich red light was suddenly torn into a hideous hole, and Yang Jian, who was hiding in the seventh layer of the ghost den, was instantly dismembered to pieces. Even the ghost shadow was broken into pieces, turning into black shadows moving on the ground, but they were soon buried by the blackened grave soil.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Although he had done his best to prepare himself mentally, Yang Jian still couldn't help feeling horrified, because it was his own ghost den that was violently torn open, not the ghost den of the fake ghost eye. In other words, the supernatural power possessed by Li Qingzhi was enough to trace the source and directly strike at the source of the supernatural.

However, this was not the end. As the ghost den was broken, the purple miasma gathered desperately as if it had found a gap, penetrating into Yang Jian's body and even his consciousness. In the miasma, a number of terrifying old faces appeared vaguely, looking unreal, as if they were drawn. "This person is seriously ill. I think there is no cure. Let's just bury him."

Zhang Bohua said this with one blind eye, and at the same time showed a creepy smile.

"You old poisoner are still as cruel as ever."

Zhang Youhong's palms were covered with sticky, dull ink at some point, and every time she waved her hands, a few more terrifying old faces would appear in the miasma.

"He has been hiding in the past. My grave can't bury him."

Luo Qian frowned and couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

"Then I'll give him another blow and let the old poisoner kill him with poison."

Li Qingzhi raised his hand again, and the not-so-sharp hatchet fell down.

This time, the ghost's head was chopped into two pieces, and countless conscious memories stored in the ghost's head poured out. These memories became restless and even wanted to compete with Yang Jian for control of the body.

The melody of the music box sounded, and Yang Jian tried to stay conscious, but the ghost's head was split into two, and Yang Jian could not control the other half of the head.

"Even if you try your best, you still can't win?"

Yang Jian felt that his consciousness was gradually becoming hazy, and the supernatural power in his body was gradually fading. However, what he could not see was that whether it was the charred ghost hand, the black ghost shadow, or the lake water, they were all being polluted by the purple miasma, and it would not be long before they would be completely snatched away by others.

"It seems that due to my intervention, the logic of the false world maintained by the mummy ghost has completely collapsed. It has become completely unreasonable and is ready to wipe out everyone."

At this time, Cao Yang could see clearly what everyone was experiencing, but Yang Jian's side was the most exciting.

"The ghost child has come. If so, there is still hope. But I don't know how it can break the deadlock before the seven elders of the Republic of China join forces?"

Just as Yang Jian's consciousness was gradually becoming blurred and silent, strange shouts suddenly rang out from all around.

"Yang Jian! Yang Jian!"

And with the appearance of this shout, Yang Jian's consciousness strangely regained consciousness.

"This is a ghost calling out to people. The ghost child has arrived. Since it chose to show up, it means that it has grown to the point where it is confident in how to deal with these old monsters."

At this time, most of Yang Jian's body had been eroded by the miasma. Even the red light in his two or three ghost eyes was no longer pure, but had an evil and enchanting purple color.

The dark haze spread, instantly dispelling the miasma, and even the grave soil was swallowed up.

After the ghost boy woke Yang Jian up, he instantly appeared beside him. He had already eaten the wishing ghost in this world and directly used the restart to put Yang Jian's body back together.

Then, the ghost boy ate the dummy controlled by Yang Jian's ghost without hesitation, but its real purpose was to control the ghost eye, and other supernatural powers were secondary.

The ghost boy's stomach swelled rapidly, as if it was full, but it did not stop. Instead, it ate the body of Meng Xiaodong who was nailed to death by Yang Jian.

Visibly, the ghost child quickly grew from a child to the third stage, becoming a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old. At the same time, the blue-black color on its body gradually faded, and the skin color of a living person began to appear.

The next moment, the darkness that shrouded the city suddenly faded away, as if it was forcibly erased by something, and then the figures of the seven terrifying old men reappeared.

"After fighting to this extent, there is still a trump card. It seems that I have to do it myself."

Zhang Dong stood in the front, his expression intimidating without even getting angry. He looked up at the sky with an extremely heavy face, and that ominous premonition had not diminished in the slightest.

(End of this chapter)