Chapter 138 The King's Recruitment, Yue Lian's Fierce Reputation
Chapter 138 The King's Recruitment, Yue Lian's Fierce Reputation
A month is enough time for a lot of things to happen.
During the month when the Red and White Devils consisting of Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride disappeared, many horrifying supernatural events and famous figures appeared in the real world.
In a city called Florida, a woman in a red dress is wandering in the city.
"The man called Painter should be in this city, right?"
After a month, He Yuelian has gone from being a newcomer to the supernatural world to a well-known figure.
She has a cruel and terrifying name, Ghostly Moon Lotus.
Perhaps not many people in the country know this name.
Because of the deliberate blockade, and the fact that most of the old generation of Ghost Riders have died, except for those team captains, the country now basically has new Ghost Riders.
Even if some of the later ghost riders knew about the ghost painting, they would also know through other channels that the ghost painting is no longer there and now there are only the Red and White Devils.
Even though the Red and White Devils have disappeared for a month, their reputation in the country remains undiminished.
But abroad, the word "ghost painting" is well-known, and this reputation is truly earned.
Due to the special circumstances of Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride, there are only written records regarding the incident involving the Red and White Devils, and no videos or photos exist.
Even though some people abroad have heard about the Red and White Devils, they have never seen any video or photos of them.
After seeing the appearance of He Yuelian, people abroad quickly determined that the ghost painting was actually He Yuelian and had been controlled by He Yuelian.
After all, with this face and the supernatural methods she used, it is hard not to believe that she did not master ghost painting.
There was no blockade of supernatural news abroad, so He Yuelian's arrival was quickly recognized.
"Look over there, does that woman look like the ghost rider that appeared in the past month?"
On top of a tall building, several men were observing the surrounding situation with binoculars.
Seeing the woman in red walking on the street immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Let me see." A man looked in the direction of He Yuelian.
"Although his skin is very white and looks like that of a white person, judging from his facial features, he is indeed a yellow person."
"Although this woman is of the yellow race, she is really pretty. Rumor has it that the ghost rider named Guihua Yuelian is also very pretty, so she must be her."
"Oh my god, this is a perfect woman. If I could have a night of pleasure with her, I would be willing to die."
The two men initially talked about the rumors about the ghost-painted moon lotus, but gradually the conversation turned into obscene ones.
"You still watch me even though you know he's a big shot!"
A middle-aged man came out of the house and pulled the two men towards the window.
"Don't you know that this ghost rider codenamed Guihua has the ability to walk out of other people's memories?"
"And it is said that this ghost rider is a very cruel person. There are at least 800 people who have died at her hands."
The people in the room looked like just ordinary people, but they surprisingly knew a lot about the supernatural world.
But it's normal to think about it. In this situation where there is no news blockade, if there is no source of information, he would have died long ago.
Even though the city is guarded by a king named Painter, its safety cannot be guaranteed.
After all, it is different from the domestic situation, where twelve captains each handle supernatural events in a country.
In foreign countries, there are thirty-six kings, and in some better ones, two or three may be responsible for a country together.
For example, a country with a small population and a small territory may not even have a king.
The United States is a country with a large population and territory, but even so, there are only three kings in the entire country.
The middle-aged man's reminder woke up the two men who had been peeking at He Yuelian and dispelled the desire in their minds.
But all this seems to be a little late.
Because even if they came to their senses, their minds could not stop recalling the extremely beautiful woman in red.
"Are you disgusting maggots peeking at me again? My face is not for you to see, you are courting death!"
He Yuelian, walking on the street, had a look of extreme disgust on her face.
Because of her appearance and the unique and beautiful temperament brought by her mastery of ghost painting, she can easily attract other people's attention.
It was okay at first. Although He Yuelian felt disgusted, she was able to restrain herself from killing anyone.
But slowly, perhaps influenced by the instinct after the ghost painting's killing pattern was triggered, He Yuelian began to uncontrollably kill some people who triggered her killing pattern.
Later, as the number of murders increased, He Yuelian's attitude even became somewhat pathological.
He Yuelian's figure disappeared from the spot. In the frightened eyes of the people peeping from upstairs, the woman in the memory seemed to be becoming a reality.
No, that's not right, that's really entering reality.
White and delicate hands stretched out from the memories, and as those hands grabbed, the two peeping men lost consciousness.
"You you are Ghost Painting Yue Lian!"
The remaining men saw their two dead companions and the cold and beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in the room, and they retreated back in fear.
Ghost Painted Moon Lotus, this name sounds ordinary, but in fact, it is one of the most brutal names abroad.
Compared to those king ghost riders, this one is a ghost rider who likes to kill people very much.
He Yuelian appeared on the top floor of the building and took a look at the people above.
With the sound of her slow footsteps, a moment later, all the living people on this floor were killed by her.
"call!"
After killing the man, He Yuelian came to the window and stared into the distance with a slightly weird look in her eyes.
"Someone always likes to peek at my face, but I don't want others to see my face, I just want you to see my face"
He Yuelian murmured to herself, her mental state becoming somewhat abnormal as the pattern of killing continued to influence her.
At first, she felt a little guilty about killing someone.
But later, she found that when she killed people, the victims were usually recalling some dirty things she had thought about, or staring at her face.
So she began to hypnotize herself, thinking that her face should not be seen by anyone except Zhang Hao.
After she started thinking this way, she found that she was no longer affected by the evil spirit's instinctive actions.
Because before the evil ghost instinctively wanted to kill people, He Yuelian had already killed these people.
So she became more and more convinced that her face should not be seen by anyone other than Zhang Hao.
By now, this matter has become the most important thing in He Yuelian's heart.
After killing the man, He Yuelian stood on the top floor of the building and observed for a while.
"Maybe I should do like the bride next to Zhang Hao and get something to cover my face."
He Yuelian looked at the dead ghost riders and couldn't help thinking in her heart, but she quickly dispelled the thought.
Because after a month, she had successfully investigated the location of the king named 'Painter'.
She thought that she should kill the painter first and then go find Zhang Hao, maybe she could get the red veil worn by the bride.
The tallest building in the city.
A man is holding a paintbrush and continuously adding ink to the drawing board.
As he drew his strokes, he soon successfully painted a city with bright colors.
Suddenly.
His cell phone rang. The man was a little impatient at first, but after taking a look at the caller, he put down the paintbrush in his hand.
"What's the matter?" The man asked calmly, his voice carrying a hint of coldness that did not belong to a living person.
There seemed to be someone saying something on the other end of the phone, and the man's expression quickly changed.
"What? The woman who controls the ghost painting came to Florida?"
"And that woman also killed quite a few residents of Florida, right?"
The man quickly hung up the phone. He walked to the window and looked at the city. His cold eyes made it impossible to understand his inner thoughts.
"The master of ghost painting, a Chinese woman, kills people at any time. Interesting!"
"I'm a painter, you're a ghost painter, and it looks like you're coming for me."
The man's voice was suppressed and without any emotion, but one could barely tell that he was unhappy.
"In that case, let me see who is better at painting ghost paintings or who is better as a painter." As he spoke, a bit of greed flashed in the man's eyes.
He is an early famous ghost rider. He has been a ghost rider for two or three years and has now become an outlier among ghost riders.
Although I am still afraid of ghost paintings, I am not completely afraid to face them.
When he heard He Yuelian coming, he was indeed panicked at first, but he quickly reacted.
He Yuelian wants the supernatural power in her. If that’s the case, doesn’t it also mean that the supernatural power in the other person can be controlled by herself?
When he thought that he might be able to control the supernatural power of ghost paintings, even though he was an alien, he couldn't help but feel excited.
Up to now, the supernatural events related to the painter's paintings have come to an end. At least for him, there is no way to continue to improve.
But He Yuelian's proactive appearance is undoubtedly an opportunity, although it may also be a crisis.
But as someone who became a ghost rider at an early age and has survived to this day, the painter has his own confidence and pride.
The painter got on the elevator, asked his assistant about He Yuelian's last known location, and then left the tallest building.
Night, on a street in the northern part of the city.
The light from the street lamp shone on the road, reflecting a long human shadow.
A woman in a red long skirt was walking along the street. There were very few pedestrians on both sides of the road, and even if there were, they basically walked by in a hurry.
Suddenly, He Yuelian stopped while walking.
In the shadow under the light ahead, a painter dressed in tattered clothes, like a tramp, was painting with a drawing board.
“That person seems to be drawing me.”
He Yuelian raised her head. The ghost painting had the ability to invade the painting. She could sense that the homeless man in front of her seemed to be painting herself.
He Yuelian looked at the homeless painter and soon discovered that he did not seem to be an ordinary person.
"A ghost rider? Or a fierce ghost?"
He Yuelian stared at the painter who was painting, although some time had passed since she mastered the derivative ghost painting.
But in fact, she didn't meet many ghost riders.
Moreover, after a ghost rider has controlled a fierce ghost for a certain period of time, it becomes very difficult to judge the other party's identity from its appearance.
Not to mention those ghost riders who have become aliens. They can even abandon their human bodies, making it even more difficult to determine their identities.
While He Yuelian was still trying to determine the other party's identity, her surroundings were affected by something.
The originally bright lights were now affected by some incomprehensible spiritual force, emitting a dim and cold light.
The roads leading to the outside from the alleys on both sides of the street disappeared, and this seemingly short alley now seemed to be infinitely stretched.
There was no end to the road at this time, only bottomless darkness.
And on this endless road, a terrifying figure was walking along the path, approaching at an incredible speed.
In just a few seconds, an old woman in an old European dress suddenly stood in front of him.
The old man's face was full of wrinkles and age spots, and he exuded a decayed and dead air, like a corpse dug out of a grave.
Moreover, the black skirt she was wearing was also tattered, like a burial object that had just been dug out of the ground.
"The master of the ghost painting, He Yuelian, right?"
"I've heard a lot about you recently. I heard that you've been asking about the painter. Are you considering joining us?"
The old lady looked at He Yuelian's beautiful face and said in a deep voice.
"Are you the painter's subordinate?" He Yuelian looked at the old lady with cold eyes and did not respond.
"The painter's subordinate? Aren't you underestimating me? I'm not his subordinate. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that I'm his ally."
After the old lady came out, she did not rush to take action, but instead started talking to He Yuelian.
After all, the masters of ghost paintings have great potential, and it would be a great help to them if they could join the King's Organization.
"So, you are another king?" He Yuelian also reacted.
"That's right." The old lady said calmly.
"You are asking about the King's Organization so much, probably just to join us, right? You can't possibly want to take on our entire organization by yourself, right?"
As they were talking, a few more people came out.
A figure suddenly appeared on the roof next to the alley. There was a thick black fog surrounding the person, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
It's not just this one person.
A black and white figure appeared on the wall near the alley. This figure seemed to be projected by an old projector. There was no entity, only a picture.
But the person in this picture can influence reality, which is very special, as if he can really enter reality.
Then, a skinny old man with a strange expression walked over from the distance. He was slightly hunched, as if he was enduring something terrifying, but a closer look did not reveal anything foreign.
He Yuelian's expression became solemn. Judging from what these people said, the person who had painted before should be the painter.
"Join us, or die!"
At this moment, out of the darkness, the ragged homeless painter walked out.
He really wanted to obtain the supernatural powers of He Yuelian, but he was not sure whether he could maintain his balance while obtaining the supernatural powers of the ghost painting.
Moreover, he was not sure that he could face He Yuelian, who controlled the ghost painting, alone, so he finally decided to gather some people for help.
"You want me to join you? Are you worthy?"
He Yuelian stared at these people with a cold and stern expression and disdain.
"Haha, you are indeed a master of ghost painting. You are very proud and you have the right to be proud."
"But if you remain so proud in front of people like us, you will die."
The old lady before let out a cold and strange laugh.
Although this old lady still looks like a living person, a closer look will reveal that she has been severely eroded.
It is even possible that this old woman is actually a ghost and has little consciousness of a living person.
Although there was no spiritual revival, the old woman's consciousness had been too deeply eroded by the spirit, and her behavior was close to that of a ghost.
However, this phenomenon is not uncommon in foreign countries. They have many experienced ghost riders who are willing to do anything to survive at the beginning of the supernatural revival.
On the other hand, in China, because of the pressure from the headquarters, we even have to deal with those lawless ghost riders.
This has resulted in many crazy people being unable to survive in the country, and potential hidden dangers have been nipped in the bud at an early stage.
If it weren't for being abroad, just look at He Yuelian's behavioral logic and her work style.
The captains at headquarters wouldn't even talk to her, and might have attacked her outright.
In foreign countries, as long as you are not the kind of person who kills indiscriminately and still have consciousness, they will recognize you as a human being.
The kings took action.
A hand stretched out from the ground, trying to grab He Yuelian's feet, followed by a second hand, and a third hand, until the entire ground was covered with densely packed dry palms.
He Yuelian noticed the strangeness of these hands, her expression changed slightly, and she quickly used the ghost to move.
Then, a pair of embroidered shoes appeared under He Yuelian's feet.
"Da da da!"
The embroidered shoes stepped on these skinny palms, but made a sound like that of leather shoes.
The pair of embroidered shoes that suddenly appeared at He Yuelian's feet seemed to carry some extremely terrifying supernatural power.
As He Yuelian continued to step on these skinny hands and made noises, the old lady not far away also changed her expression slightly.
"This is a fatal attack! Be careful!" The old lady frowned and stepped back.
Faced with a woman who has mastered the art of ghost painting, no one is willing to take a full-strength attack from her.
"There's me too!"
At this moment, the ground was wriggling strangely, and a large pool of turbid and smelly liquid appeared.
When He Yuelian accidentally stepped on the liquid, the embroidered shoes on her feet were immediately stained with dirty ink and lost the ability to continue using them for a short period of time.
"This is... a strange ink that is incomprehensible."
He Yuelian's face changed slightly. She thought there was someone in the dark, but she didn't expect that the person in the dark had an impact on her supernatural powers as soon as he took action.
(End of this chapter)