Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 253 Perfect Failure

Zhang Xianguang's face was cloudy, he was not feeling well at the moment, he thought that Lin Qian would not find this place for a while, but he still underestimated Lin Qian's brain.

Just the moment the ghost blood flooded the city, he discovered something was wrong in the sky.

If this was the case, he didn't care too much, but as soon as Lin Qian made a move, he gave Liu Xin and Zhou Yun a second, and he didn't even have a chance to make a move, which made him extremely frightened.

Zhang Xianguang felt that he would die here today with his ability to appear and disappear, as well as that extremely weird red umbrella. It was very simple, he couldn't beat this young man, the gap in strength was too great.

The will-o'-the-wisp burns the skin, and a little bit of ashes fall down. If you don't look carefully, you can't find it. Obviously, Zhang Xianguang's control of the will-o'-the-wisp is not free.

This is actually normal, he is not a monster like Lin Qian, using supernatural power is as easy and comfortable as eating and drinking, without any sequelae.

Zhang Xianguang looked around vigilantly, his face was gloomy and penetrating, he remained silent, he knew that Lin Qian was nearby, but he couldn't see it because of the supernatural power of the red umbrella.

The current situation is that Lin Qian can only harm him if he comes into contact with him. Although there are many supernatural beings in Lin Qian, Zhang Xianguang can perfectly avoid them by using the private school.

This meant that he still had a chance to come back, because he found that Lin Qian was very afraid of his big sword, and he discovered a strange thing from the very beginning.

Lin Qian has been dodging his slash intentionally or unintentionally since the very beginning, if it happened once or twice, it's justifiable, but every time it happens, even if he gave up suppressing him, he still has to dodge his slash. Something is wrong.

According to his understanding of this young man, he shouldn't be like this. Such a guy who is ruthless to the enemy and even more ruthless to himself, will not give up the chance to kill him just because of a knife.

"This young man is afraid of the knife in my hand? He didn't even hide before, but now he's so afraid..."

Zhang Xianguang narrowed his eyes, always ready to kill Lin Qian.

He suspects that once the knife in his hand hits the young man, an extremely strange situation will occur, such as a spiritual separation, and the young man will not be able to rejoin for a while.

As for why this happened, he already had a rough guess in his mind.

If there is no accident, it should be caused by too many times of being slashed by this knife. Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, similar to superposition.

"I have to find a way to chop Lin Qianyi and see if it is exactly what I think."

A cold light flickered in Zhang Xianguang's eyes, which was breathtaking.

"Lin Qian, come out and chat. We don't need to fight to the death. The matter has not reached the point of irreversibility. Everyone takes a step back. Some things are fine if they are discussed."

Zhang Xianguang scanned the surroundings, always paying attention to the spiritual changes around him, recalling Zhou Yun and Liu Xin before they died.

Confusion, despair, fear, and finally relief, he could see all these clearly.

Although he thinks that those who achieve big things don't care about small things, decades of friendship cannot be eliminated with a single word of small things.

It is true that ghost masters have no feelings, but now Zhang Xianguang has feelings...

The red umbrella in Lin Qian's hand shook slightly, and the old chains kept colliding, staring at Zhang Xianguang not far away, thinking constantly in his heart.

"All the ghosts have been canceled out by him, as if there are other ghosts."

Lin Qian's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't care at all about Zhang Xianguang's farting words.

"The longer you live, the more means you have."

The green flame of the will-o'-the-wisp reflects the sky, the Xuanming Big Dipper is all available, and the strong bloody smell rises from bottom to top.

Lin Qian and Zhang Xianguang stood quietly on a burning will-o'-the-wisp, with 49 oil lamps fluttering and burning, and the flames were beating.

Looking at this scene, Lin Qian already knew what to do.

"Zhuge Liang only has seven life-continuing lamps, but you are lucky. There are 49 lamps in seven or seven, which is a sevenfold increase."

Lin Qian sneered in his heart.

"I'd like to see, after these 49 oil lamps are extinguished, what cards do you Zhang Xianguang have!"

Lin Qian's eyes were cold, and his body was even more cloudy. The red light rippled, and Lin Qian disappeared directly in place.

At the same time, Zhang Xianguang, who was vigilant about his surroundings, suddenly changed his face, his eyes shrank for a moment, and he turned sharply towards the direction of the oil lamp and stabbed him.

"Boy! How dare you!"

Zhang Xianguang's expression was extremely ferocious, and his eyes were full of sternness.

Apparently he sensed the supernatural power of Lin Qian's hands.

But in the next moment, a red umbrella was placed directly on Zhang Xianguang's sword.

There was a stabbing sound, and the sound of cloth being torn was heard, which was particularly harsh in the whole will-o'-the-wisp. The red umbrella split in response, and the big knife cut off the red umbrella effortlessly.

Seeing this originally joyous scene, Zhang Xianguang not only did not feel the slightest joy, but his face was full of astonishment and bewilderment.

Zhang Xianguang looked down slowly, a bloody red umbrella pierced through his chest, and the supernatural power on his body was instantly suppressed.

It turned out that the red umbrella he cut just now was just held by a starving ghost.

This also explains why the red umbrella was easily cut off by Zhang Xianguang, because it was just a derivative umbrella.

All of this was done intentionally by Lin Qian, so that two starving ghosts appeared, one went to extinguish the oil lamp, and the other went to carry a big knife.

Zhang Xianguang slightly raised his head and looked at the 49 extinguished oil lamps, his eyes were a little stunned, so it turned out that he had guessed wrong...

Lin Qian stretched out his hand expressionlessly to grab the blood-stained sword from Zhang Xianguang's hand, not paying attention to the palm that had been eroded by the sword. He could bear this level of supernatural power.

"Zhang Xianguang, you lost, and the price is death."

Zhang Xianguang was silent and unable to speak, he was pierced by the red umbrella, he could not move, the look in his eyes quickly disappeared, his consciousness began to collapse, his body became stiff, and his whole body began to rot. A highly rotten ghost.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian frowned, a little uncertain.

"Dead? Died so easily?"

Looking at the ghost hanging on the umbrella, Lin Qian was in shock. This shouldn't be like this. Zhang Xianguang, who had lived for decades, just died like this?

"Are you kidding me! Zhang Xianguang just died like this?"

Lin Qian's face was a little ugly, and he stretched out his hand to grab Li Gui's neck, and tore it off the red umbrella.

"Fuck you, set up such a big scene, and you just died in front of me like this?"

Lin Qian's eyes were burning, and he really didn't want to believe what he saw. According to his thinking, even if the oil lamp was extinguished and the body was pierced by a red umbrella, a person like Zhang Xianguang would not die so quickly.

But looking at the motionless corpse in his hand, Lin Qian fell silent, the facts were in front of him, he couldn't help but not believe it.

With the death of Zhang Xianguang and the extinguishment of the oil lamp, dozens of Zhang Xianguang above the sea of ​​blood directly turned into nothingness.

The will-o'-the-wisp burning in the blood water also began to extinguish, and finally there was only a small flame left, rising and falling in the blood of the ghost.

It looked extremely weird.

Lin Qian's face was not very good-looking. He looked at the ghost in his hand, hesitated for a while, and chose to swallow it in one gulp. Since it is dead, it is dead.

Although it was a little cheaper for him, there was nothing he could do.

After swallowing the ghost behind Zhang Xianguang's death, Lin Qian let out a long sigh of relief. The enemy is dead, and he feels a lot more relieved, at least he doesn't have to be missed by some people anymore.

It's not a good thing to be missed all the time, let alone a vicious thought.

Now that Zhang Xianguang is dead, he feels relieved, and he no longer has to worry about being tricked by others when doing things in the future.

Lin Qian looked up at the sky, the will-o'-the-wisp did not disappear with Zhang Xianguang's death, this is normal, the will-o'-the-wisp is a ghost, and ghosts cannot be killed.

"It's time to prepare to control the ghost painting. If Zhang Xianguang hadn't made such a sudden fuss, I might have gone abroad and come back, the shitty Zhang Xianguang!"

Lin Qian scolded his mother in a low voice, although the scolding was like this, but there was a smile on his face, and he raised the big knife in his hand. He had wanted this thing for a long time, and Red Umbrella needed it.

At this moment, Lin Qian felt that the scenery above the sky was very beautiful.

Take back all the starving ghosts, close the red umbrella, the ghost blood below is slowly fading, and the blood rain has stopped the moment the red umbrella is closed.

Lin Qian turned around and looked at the 49 extinguished oil lamps. There was still a lot of lamp oil inside, and it seemed that they could be used once or twice.

Looking at these gadgets, although he didn't know how to use them, Lin Qian felt that they belonged to him when he saw them, even if Zhang Xianguang was still alive, let alone Zhang Xianguang was dead.

"Put all these away, and study how to use them when I go back. Seeing that Zhang Xianguang's use is so bad, I should use it even more sloppy." Lin Qian thought in his heart.

Under the aurora-like sky, full of stars and the waning moon hanging high, Lin Qian walked towards the 49 oil lamps stepping on the green will-o'-the-wisp.

Today's fight was not in vain, not only killed an enemy who was thinking about his ghost painting all day long, but also harvested a big knife, a piece of will-o'-the-wisp, and the oil lamp that was about to be obtained.

Sure enough, a man can't get rich without windfall, and a horse can't get fat without night grass. The truth passed down from the older generation is not deceiving.

Lin Qian walked towards the oil lamp with a smile, and there was a burning will-o'-the-wisp underfoot, but it was a pity that he couldn't be burned, without him, the supernatural power was too low.

The will-o'-the-wisp was emitting a faint light, and the surroundings were silent. The oil lamp was only a few steps away from Lin Qian, so it didn't take much time.

When he came to the oil lamps, Lin Qian's eyes flickered slightly. These oil lamps were all simple and old in shape, and they were old objects.

Although it smells bad, one can tell at a glance that these lamp oils are not simple, and the ghosts on them are very strange. I don't know which ghost Zhang Xianguang got them from.

Lin Qian reached out to take it, but the moment her hands touched these oil lamps, Lin Qian's pupils shrank slightly, and her face became cloudy and uncertain.

The body was flashing blue and red, and the whole person began to become illusory.

Lin Qian squinted his eyes, suddenly in his heart:
"The next step? Pull out the ghost painting on my body? Interesting, I don't know what expression they will have when they see me walking out of the ghost painting."

A murmur sounded from Lin Qian's mouth, and she was expecting a bit, but Lin Qian had disappeared in place before the words fell, and what disappeared was the blue-red ghost domain.

With the help of the bride's puzzle and the source of the ghost painting, Nie Yingping tried to pull out the ghost painting on Lin Qian's body, but he never thought that he would pull Lin Qian over.

This can be regarded as an accident again, of course it is an accident for Lin Qian, and it is a surprise for others...

With Lin Qian's disappearance, the whole city became pitch black again. Will-o'-the-wisps permeated the whole city, with broken limbs and broken high-rise buildings. A sense of desolation and death quietly spread here.

Due to the absence of the blue-red ghost domain above the sky, the entire sky was re-ignited with green flames, the star dipper had long since disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be burning, terrifying and treacherous.

On the will-o'-the-wisp, 49 oil lamps stood quietly in place, as if abandoned by their owners, looking extremely pitiful.

I don't know how long it has passed, amidst the will-o'-the-wisps, a private school quietly appeared, creaking, the door of the private school opened abruptly, and a light shot out from the room.

A middle-aged man with a numb expression and cold eyes sat in front of an oil lamp from which the light shone from the house.

The middle-aged man looked at the 49 extinguished oil lamps, his eyes were dim, a little disappointed, a little relieved, and mostly cold.

"It failed. I couldn't stop it. Nie Yingping was probably in danger too. Lin Qian was pulled over as a ghost. Nie Yingping couldn't beat him. I don't know if he can run away."

"Chen Qiaoyang doesn't know who it is, He Guangjing, so it's probably not enough."

"Judging from the current situation, Chen Qiaoyang is probably in danger."

"Oh, my knife is gone..."

The middle-aged man sighed, the numbness on his face disappeared quickly, and he was turning towards a living person, the middle-aged man, or Zhang Xianguang.

He stood up from the stool, walked out of the private school and came to those oil lamps, and took them one by one into the private school and put them away. These things were still usable.

After all this was done, Zhang Xianguang stood quietly at the door of the private school, his face was full of complexity and helplessness, the situation was over, and he was powerless.

With such an arrangement, accidents appear one after another. First, the red umbrella that the younger generation got from no one knows where, then the connection between the ghost painting and the younger generation is far deeper than imagined, and then there is the cunning bride...

These accidents made their decades-long plans go to waste.

"Oh, what the old man said is right, the bamboo basket is empty."

Zhang Xianguang sighed from a distance, looking at the burning will-o'-the-wisps, the green ones were just like the colorful ghost money, not very easy to earn.

"Go back to Dad, ask him, I haven't been back for a long time, I don't know if Dad will kill me."

"Probably not. Although I haven't passed on the family line, I'm trying to live up to it..."

Thinking of his old man's temper, the corners of Zhang Xianguang's mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed again:

"Forget it, I still won't go back. Dad is old and easy to mess up. Maybe he will kill me. I'd better not send it up."

Thinking of this, Zhang Xianguang is also very helpless. At this moment, he is not too disappointed about the failure of the plan.

Walking into the private school, closing the door gently, and appearing with a sigh, the private school slowly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

(End of this chapter)