Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 72: Cutting the River with a Sword (Part )

far away.

"Ah~"

With a cry of surprise, the ghost rider sank directly into the river of blood.

"Damn it, why is he...!"

The other ghost rider sank into the river of blood before he could finish his words.

There was a panic all around.

"madman!"

Some ghost riders tried to use supernatural powers to fight back, but it only slowed down the sinking speed.

Some of them were useless and sank straight into the river of blood.

Liu San, who was walking in front, did not resist. This was just a paper figure of his.

Yang Jian tried to use supernatural powers to fight back at first, but he soon gave up.

Seeing this, Sun Yi, Gao Ming and Cao Yang stopped resisting as it would be useless after all.

Before long, the place became quiet.

They quickly regained consciousness, but the scene around them had changed.

"Mr. Fang!" Jiang Shangbai looked horrified.

He had never seen Fang Shiming in such a miserable state. His body was skinny, his eyes were wide open, and he looked creepy, like a ghost.

This is completely different from the Mr. Fang who was wearing a suit and had a pale face in the previous meeting.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiansheng doesn't look like a ghost rider even when he is in good shape.

If there weren't the river of blood surging under his feet and the female ghost wearing a blood-red wedding dress and a red veil on her head clinging to him, he would have looked just like an ordinary person.

Zhang Xiansheng glanced at the man. He was hanging out with the ghost riders at the headquarters and calling Fang Shiming "Mr. Fang". He should be Jiang Shangbai.

It seems that the research institute still has some things. Even if the shroud is gone, there are other substitutes for Jiang Shangbai to control.

At this moment, many ghost riders in the field were stunned.

A person’s reputation is like the shadow of a tree. This is Fang Shiming, the leader in the circle of friends.

But such an existence seems somewhat miserable.

Zhang Xiansheng looked at Fang Shiming.

Fang Shiming understood and said, "I accept the defeat. From now on, I will resign from all my positions in the circle of friends and the Hanged Man Zhang Xiansheng will take over. Please be a witness."

"Mr. Fang?" Jiang Shangbai said.

Fang Shiming waved his hands, "Don't call me Mr. Fang, I have nothing to do with the circle of friends anymore, you should call me Mr. Zhang."

"But..." Jiang Shangbai hesitated to speak.

"I feel much more relaxed now. In the past, I shouldered too much and stood too high. I became lazy and lacked the spirit that a top ghost rider should possess."

"As long as you have enough strength, what's wrong with building a circle of friends?"

Fang Shiming took a deep look at Jiang Shangbai.

"Your starting point is higher than most ghost riders, even me, who was able to ride three ghosts right from the start, but you also lack a lot because of that."

"Handling supernatural events, experience in dealing with ghost riders, and most importantly, the ruthlessness and courage to fight."

After saying that, a gust of cold wind swept over.

Fang Shiming's figure disappeared.

Zhang Xiansheng didn't care about the gazes of the ghost riders around him. He looked at the ghost that was oppressing people and only had its head left not far away.

The two were still fighting against each other in a supernatural way and were stuck in a stalemate.

Yang Jian's attention was more focused on the ghost bride who was wearing a wedding dress and a red veil on her head.

Unlike other ghost hunters, he had seen the state of the bride's mummy while riding the bus, as well as her wedding dress and the brown color of the red veil, and could more intuitively see the difference between the two.

Zhang Xiansheng looked at Jiang Shangbai and said, "You are responsible for notifying them. There will be a meeting on the top floor of Ping An Building at 10 am tomorrow. If you are not present, you will bear the consequences yourself."

"I understand." Jiang Shangbai said.

suddenly.

The spiritual warning in the body made Zhang Xiansheng feel the crisis of life and death.

Without any time to think, he grabbed the ghost bride beside him and sank directly into the river of blood.

Almost at the moment of sinking, the surging river of blood changed.

Just where Zhang Xiansheng had just stood, the blood automatically separated to both sides, rising several meters high and touching the original ground.

One strike divided the river of blood.

With such a sudden change, the other ghost riders around naturally had no time to respond.

There was a ghost rider who was the most unlucky. He was in a bad position, right on the line where Zhang Xiansheng was. He was directly split in half. The ghost riders who were closer to him were splashed and their bodies sank into the river of blood.

Others were blown away by the blood waves. They struggled in the river of blood like ordinary people drowning.

The blood river that was originally able to stand changed at this moment, as if the scene in the painting had come true, and the blood river under the feet was flowing and surging.

Those ghost riders who were not knocked away felt that they had lost their footing and wanted to sink directly.

Without hesitation, they all used their own methods.

Li Jun mobilized the ghost domain of ghost fire to cover the ghost riders such as Sun Yi, Su Fan, Gao Ming, Cao Yang, and Liu San who were not knocked away.

He wanted to cover the ghost eye Yang Jian, but the other party had already opened the ghost domain, and the scarlet light covered it.

Everyone disappeared and appeared on the roof of a building.

Look down at the river of blood below.

I saw a figure appearing above the blood river.

He was a man wearing a black robe, holding a broadsword commonly used during the Republic of China period.

The blade was covered in rust and filth, as if it had been buried in the ground for a long time and had just been dug out.

The weirdest thing was that the blade of the knife was constantly oozing blood, as if it had just killed someone, and it could never be wiped clean.

There was a mask on his face. No, I couldn't see it clearly at all. I just subconsciously thought it was a mask.

If you look at it for a long time, your consciousness will seem to be sucked in.

There is no doubt that this is a special supernatural item.

"Was he the one who attacked Zhang Xiansheng just now?" Sun Yi asked uncertainly.

At this moment, no one answered this question.

What Yang Jian thought about the most was another unimaginable terrifying existence. How many such existences are hidden in this world?

Judging from the scene just now, this man in black robe seems to be Zhang Xiansheng’s enemy.

Four or five ghost riders were struggling in the river of blood.

All of them looked terrified and screamed with trembling voices.

"Save me, save me!"

roof.

Li Jun took a step forward and appeared above the blood river. He grabbed a ghost rider and returned to the top of the building.

This was repeated several times.

The man in black robe ignored Li Jun.

He said in a deep voice: "If you take something you shouldn't take, you have to pay the corresponding price."

"It is indeed genius to control the bride through ghost blood, but it doesn't seem like something you came up with. It should be with the help of some special supernatural item."

"Originally you didn't have to die, but since you've already mastered it, you have to die."

At this time.

Another figure appeared on the blood river, it was Zhang Xiansheng holding the ghost scissors.

He didn't intend to let the ghost bride show up because the risk was too great.

Zhang Xianguang's sword is very scary. It does not require contact. Everything within its sight can be a target. Its second function is to dismember evil spirits. It can really dismember one ghost into two.

If the ghost bride did this, even if she was lucky enough not to be dismembered, the balance would be greatly affected.

(End of this chapter)