Chapter 139 The man who steps on the coffin cannot lift the coffin

Chapter 139 The man who steps on the coffin cannot lift the coffin

Chapter 139 The man who steps on the coffin cannot lift the coffin

The embroidered shoes that were painted were contaminated by ink and could not be used for a short period of time.

If it were an ordinary ghost rider, perhaps the only outcome would be to declare him dead.

But fortunately, the evil spirit controlled by He Yuelian was just a ghost painting after all.

Faced with the situation where her own means of attack were restricted and could not be used for a short period of time, she immediately used the restart method.

As He Yuelian's figure began to distort and blur, a portrait fell from the sky.

As the portrait fell, a stunningly beautiful and cool woman walked out.

"It's a reboot! This guy just used the reboot like this? Isn't he afraid of the evil spirit reviving?"

In the darkness, a man with a pitch-black body, as if his skin was covered with a layer of oil film, walked out.

He looked at the restarted He Yuelian with a serious expression. The ghost painting could be restarted, and of course, they, the kings, were well aware of this.

But they didn't expect that He Yuelian would choose to restart just because one of her attack methods was restricted.

"No! That's not right, she only controls one ghost!"

The hunchbacked, skinny old man stared at He Yuelian who had restarted, as if he had discovered something, and spoke in a serious tone.

"Only one ghost? Are you kidding me, old man?"

On the roof, the man shrouded in darkness heard the old man's words and looked at him.

Even if they are aliens, in addition to the ghost that turns them into aliens, they also control other evil ghosts.

"I'm not wrong. This woman only controls one ghost. The embroidered shoes are just a painting."

The old man's hunched body slowly stood up, and his expression became strange and solemn.

Judging from the information, the owner of this ghost painting has used supernatural powers quite often.

It is a very terrifying thing that he only controlled a ghost and used a lot of supernatural powers but did not revive it.

This means that no matter what supernatural powers He Yuelian uses, the source is only the ghost she controls, so there is no need to worry about the evil ghost reviving.

You know, even if it is an alien, when using other supernatural powers besides its own evil spirit, it will also bear the cost of the evil spirit's revival.

It's just that because they have turned into alien species, they will not die. Their bodies have turned into ghosts, so their resistance to the revival of evil spirits has been greatly improved.

But even so, when the supernatural powers they use exceed a certain limit, they will still face the problem of evil spirits reviving.

For example, the ghost that Yang Jian transformed into was a ghost shadow. When he used his ghost eyes to a certain extent, the evil ghost would be revived.

"trouble!"

The ink man stared at the restarted He Yuelian and the ghost that was released by He Yuelian after the restart, and his eyes became solemn.

At this time, these kings all regarded He Yuelian as an alien who could control the ghost painting alone. After all, if she was not an alien, judging from the supernatural powers that He Yuelian used, it was not normal at all.

"I only want to kill the painter. If the others leave now, I won't attack you."

He Yuelian stood on an electric wire, her cold eyes filled with murderous intent as she stared at the painter who walked out of the darkness.

"Guys, don't trust this woman." The painter said hurriedly when he heard this.

"We have already taken action against her. Everyone knows that once people like us have a grudge, we will fight to the death."

"Now that she's urging you to leave, it means she also feels the danger. We have the ability to detain her."

After hearing the painter's words, everyone nodded and took action again.

The man on the rooftop shrouded in darkness completely released his own ghost den, and the dark ghost den wanted to invade He Yuelian's ghost den.

However, when facing the ghost in the ghost painting, unless you have some ability to restrain her, or your level of terror is stronger than her, you cannot start at all.

Even though the man on the roof was already at the king level, it was still too fantastical for him to use the ghost den to invade He Yuelian's ghost den.

After all, the ghost in Guihua is the most powerful existence in the whole world.

"Watch me! Keep a close eye on this woman to prevent her from restarting."

Upon seeing this, the skinny old man immediately launched his own attack.

But the old man raised his skinny arm and then slowly put it down.

When he raised his arm, he saw an old coffin placed on it.

The coffin was in tatters, as if it would fall apart at any time, and even the black paint was mottled and peeling.

The black painted coffin was not big and its appearance was blurry.

But as the old man slowly lowered his arms, the coffin became clearer and clearer, as if it had invaded reality from an unknown spiritual place.

He Yuelian also discovered something unusual. She could sense that an extremely terrifying coffin was invading her den of ghosts.

At this moment, she looked at the old man and noticed that he had stood up and was moving his arms, so she also reacted.

It turned out that the old man was not hunchbacked at all, he just couldn't stand up because there was a coffin on his body.

Now he launched the attack, put the coffin down, and naturally stood up.

Then, He Yuelian was surprised to find that she seemed unable to move. Her body seemed to be nailed to the spot and she had lost consciousness.

He couldn't even blink his eyelids, but his consciousness was clear. Apart from that, the only one who was not too affected was probably the ghost.

However, even the ghost den could not transfer He Yuelian's body to another place.

Even if it is a den of ghosts, it can only continue to release its power to isolate itself and prevent others from getting close to it easily.

He Yuelian's time seemed to have been slowed down countless times and came to a standstill.

The coffin on the old man's skinny arm was slowly falling.

Through the crack in the coffin, one could see pairs of strange eyes inside. All of them were staring at He Yuelian, and their number was constantly increasing.

He Yuelian was stared at by these eyes, and she even felt a strong urge in her heart to start killing people. After all, these eyes had triggered her killing pattern.

But perhaps the difference in the degree of terror was too great, resulting in that even if the attack of these eyes triggered He Yuelian's killing pattern, she was unable to successfully break free.

The old man continued to lower his arms, and as the lifted black coffin descended, the gaze in the coffin staring at He Yuelian became more and more sinister.

The old black coffin lid shook and then a crack opened.

A bruised arm slowly stretched out from inside, as if an extremely terrifying evil spirit was being released.

"I'm afraid there's an extremely terrifying ghost imprisoned in this coffin!"

Although He Yuelian couldn't see over there, she was still able to barely sense the changes on the coffin because the ghost painting murder pattern was triggered.

"ended."

Seeing the old man's actions, the other kings no longer thought of attacking, obviously they had great confidence in the old man's strength.

"Old man, when this woman is locked up, can you leave her to me?" the painter spoke to the old man.

"I can feel that the ghost in this woman's body is very compatible with the ghost I control."

"Then let's make a deal. I'll give you all the ghosts I caught, and I just want this woman's body."

As the painter was speaking, a rusty coffin nail appeared in his hand.

He was waiting. In case the old man's attack failed to stop He Yuelian's restart, he would take action to restrict the restarting frame as soon as the frame appeared.

Upon hearing this, the others looked at the painter in surprise, with ambiguous expressions.

"Come to think of it, I want this woman too."

The ink man licked his lips and seemed a little excited. While looking at the old man, he kept turning his head to look at the painter.

The ghost he controls is a kind of ink, so he is very interested in evil spirits related to paintings, books, pens and the like.

"You want it too?"

The painter's voice turned cold, and his cold eyes stared at the ink man.

Don’t be fooled by the code name “painter” which sounds artistic. The painter himself also dresses in an artistic style, but he is not a good person.

The painter who could survive in the chaotic society abroad and become the best among kings is not just a good man.

Hearing the painter's words, the ink man stared at the painter, and the atmosphere became a little subtle.

But soon, the ink man grinned and revealed a weird smile.

"Forget it, since you want it, I'll give it to you. I just want to study this woman." "You are a painter, a painting of a ghost will definitely help you more than it does me."

The words sounded nice and seemed reasonable, but all the kings understood that the ink man was giving in.

But that's true, the painter not only has strange abilities, he also has an unsolvable coffin nail in his hand.

In other words, the ghost painting has special abilities, and both the ghost painting and the painted ghost need to be imprisoned at the same time, otherwise he might be able to deal with the woman himself.

Everyone seemed calm, waiting for the old man to completely lower the coffin to launch the fatal attack.

Before I knew it, the temperature around me seemed to have become a lot colder and the air had become a little humid.

"Ink man, stop messing around!" The old lady thought that the ink man was dissatisfied and was affecting the surrounding environment.

"It's not me." The ink man shook his head hurriedly.

"It should be the change caused by the bearers putting down the coffin. This is the first time I have actually seen the bearers put down the coffin."

On the black and white wall, a black and white man who seemed to be projected asked in confusion.

At this time, the old man carrying the coffin was still putting down the coffin in his hands.

As the coffin continued to fall, it was already level with the old man's waist, and several hands stretched out from the coffin to grab He Yuelian.

These hands seemed to be able to stretch infinitely. Although there was still some distance between He Yuelian and the old man, they strangely stretched to within three centimeters of He Yuelian.

As long as the coffin is lowered a little more so that it can use more supernatural powers, these strange hands will soon be able to grab He Yuelian and pull her into the coffin.

"Zhang Hao! Help me! I met the painter!"

At this time, He Yuelian kept murmuring in her heart, calling out someone's name. She kept recalling the back figure left by Zhang Hao when he left.

Because her starting point was too high, He Yuelian never encountered any real danger worthy of being called a crisis after becoming a ghost rider.

No matter what kind of enemy she faces, she can defeat it by using the supernatural powers in her body.

If she cannot defeat it, it simply means that she does not know how to use other supernatural means. As long as she is aware of the existence of other supernatural means and uses them, she can defeat it.

This was the first time He Yuelian had encountered a state where she was completely controlled and unable to restart herself.

When she realized that she seemed to have no way to deal with the situation, she instinctively called out to Zhang Hao in panic.

However, this call did complete Zhang Hao's mission goal. After all, Zhang Hao only asked her to find the painter, and did not ask her to catch the painter.

Maybe she was too impressed by Zhang Hao?
As He Yuelian continued to recall Zhang Hao's back, she found that the picture in her mind became clearer and clearer.

As the weirdness continued, she even felt that the colorless black and white figure was standing not far from her.

"Is it an illusion?"

He Yuelian stared at the road ahead, and as she continued to recall, she seemed to think that the street was turning black and white!
"Projectionist, did you find something?"

On the eaves, the man who was previously shrouded in darkness walked down, holding a dagger in his hand.

Perhaps he noticed that the world was turning black and white, so he frowned and asked.

"That woman's ghost painting was invaded? Is your ghost so powerful?"

The ink man was also surprised to see that the city, which was shrouded in ghost paintings and monsters, was losing its color.

"As much as I want to admit it, this was not something I hacked into. I don't have the ability to hack into ghost paintings yet."

The projectionist who was projecting black and white on the wall said with a sullen face.

"Then what's going on?"

After hearing what the projectionist said, everyone felt a little confused.

Among all the people present, the only one whose supernatural powers were related to black and white was the projectionist.

"Maybe. A big trouble is coming!"

An old voice sounded. It was the skinny old man who had attacked He Yuelian while carrying a coffin.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked in the direction of the old man carrying the coffin.

At this time, the coffin lid in the hands of the old man carrying the coffin had been closed tightly again without anyone noticing.

The old man carrying the coffin was now hunched over, with his hands on the stage, as if he was under some incomprehensible pressure.

Everyone slowly looked towards the position above the coffin. There was a person there. He was wearing clothes woven from white cloth and had a face covering with a crying face painted on it.

The man's exposed hands were extremely pale, and he was stepping on the coffin, which seemed to bring incomprehensible pressure to the old man carrying the coffin.

"Ghost? Or a ghost rider?"

A trace of horror flashed across the aged face of the old lady in the Western dress, and her limited rationality sensed a strong sense of uneasiness.

"Could this be a ghost from the ghost painting ghost cave?"

Everyone knows that there are countless evil spirits imprisoned in the depths of the ghost cave of the ghost painting.

When He Yuelian was being controlled, the sudden appearance of such a thing inevitably made them think about some more things.

"This thing is terrifying. Conservatively speaking, it is at worst an S-level supernatural event."

The painter held the coffin nails in his hand, not daring to move rashly, but just staring at the person in the coffin.

"boom!"

Perhaps it was because of too much pressure, the old man carrying the coffin couldn't hold on and fell to the ground. The dark and heavy coffin hit him heavily, making a loud bang.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The old man was pressed down by the coffin and seemed unable to stand up at all, and kept making hoarse coughing sounds.

"Help first! If the old man continues to be oppressed like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before the evil spirit revives."

The killer noticed the situation of the old man carrying the coffin and spoke hurriedly.

However, the moment he stepped forward, the darkness that enveloped him was quickly dissipating.

A moment later, a black and white figure appeared in everyone's eyes.

The killer's evil spirit was completely suppressed. Facing this unknown enemy, he didn't even have the qualifications to display his evil spirit face.

The black and white ghost den was twisting, as if something was walking out.

Soon, accompanied by some ashes falling like burnt paper, a woman wearing a wedding dress, embroidered shoes, and a veil on her head appeared next to the man in white.

As soon as the woman in the wedding dress appeared, she held the hand of the man in white, just like a loving couple, but the style of the painting seemed a little out of place.

"Ghost painting? He Yuelian?" The kings all exclaimed when they saw the woman in red appear.

But soon, they realized that this was not the He Yuelian from before.

The clothes she was wearing were a wedding gown, not a red skirt. Although her dress was very similar to He Yuelian, they were not the same person or the same ghost.

Even the red dress worn by He Yuelian looks more like it was painted with reference to the wedding dress of this oriental bride.

It's just that because it was drawn, the wedding dress on He Yuelian appeared a little blurry, and it looked like a red skirt.

And the embroidered shoes on He Yuelian’s feet before, weren’t they based on the real pair of embroidered shoes on this oriental bride’s feet?
You don't know until you look at it, and you'll be shocked when you see it.

After a rough observation, they found that He Yuelian's outfit, except for the lack of a red veil, was 80% similar to the oriental bride who had just appeared.

I just don’t know if the face under the veil looks the same as He Yuelian.

"Zhang Hao!"

When the kings did not dare to act, a surprised female voice was heard.

It was He Yuelian who had been controlled by the old man carrying the coffin before. After Zhang Hao completely suppressed the coffin bearers, she broke free from that restraint.

As soon as He Yuelian appeared, she saw Zhang Hao and hurried over, holding his other hand.

Like a well-behaved cat, he moved his head forward and raised Zhang Hao's other hand to stroke his head.

"Uh, is this the He Yuelian who is rumored to kill people over a disagreement?"

The kings looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

People like them should no longer have emotions, right? Even if they do, they only have the desire to survive and become stronger.

Especially He Yuelian's style of doing things, it's more like a psychopath whose mind has been eroded by evil spirits and whose mind has lost control, and who kills people at the slightest disagreement.

Why is she now like a little girl who has just fallen in love and likes to stick to her boyfriend?
(End of this chapter)