Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 260 Containment in the painting

In the dark sky, mist surged, and Ye Zhen sat cross-legged on the tallest building, with a long sword unsheathed on his lap.

Ye Zhen looked in one direction indifferently, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, the bride is coming soon.

"Look at me, Mr. Ye, breaking all spells with one sword today."

The breeze blew past, blowing the ends of her hair, and that handsome face was full of indifference.

"In the past, there was Lin Wudi who was invincible in the world, but now I have Ye Zhen, who slays ghosts and gods with one sword."

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The source of ghost paintings
The Tianhe River is bright, the lake is sparkling, the red lotus is swaying, and a red boat is floating in it.

The river of stars was reflected in the water, and the red moon hung high. Lin Qian was lying in the boat, her eyes flickering, her face expressionless.

Beside him, a bride leaned against him in a wedding dress that covered the entire boat.

"When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, pressing the galaxy?"

Lin Qian chuckled, eyes slightly closed, not paying attention to the tricky bride lying on his body, this is a ghost painting, not a real bride.

"When I wake up, it's all over."

As Lin Qian closed his eyes, a red light flashed from the beautiful bride's body, slowly covering Lin Qian's body.

The supernatural has begun, and the fight for control of ghost paintings starts here.

The boat is drifting, the breeze is blowing, the wedding dress is blowing up, the sparkling light, the Milky Way enters the eyes, and the Milky Way is in the world.

It's a good scene to sleep in Tianhe Wonderland.

As Lin Qian began to control ghost paintings, a strange change began to appear.

Dajing City, headquarters, basement.

Elder Qin looked at an open golden box, inside were several faded and yellowed photos.

"Let's start, this kid moves really fast."

With a smile on his face, Mr. Qin reached out to take out the photo from the golden box.

But a strange scene appeared, and before Old Qin took out the photos, the photos were turned into ashes.

Elder Qin's hand paused for a moment, then suddenly, he shook his head helplessly:
"It's really stingy to completely withdraw the supernatural power."

After pouring out the ashes in the box, Mr. Qin stood up, turned and walked towards the basement.

"Since the cunning bride has gone to find Lin Xiaozi, then I have to make some arrangements. Dajing City will not be peaceful in the future."

Elder Qin whispered softly, his voice was inaudible.

At the same time, in a grocery store, a middle-aged man looked at a book on the table with a smile on his face:
"Nice young man, the action is really fast."

The middle-aged man stroked the name on the notebook, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

Painting: Lin Qian (time unknown)
Hungry: Lin Qian
"There is no possibility of failure to control, Lin boy is very good."

The middle-aged man looked up at the outside of the shop, looking very, very far.

"It's started. If the headquarters satisfies me this time, I can agree to Xiao Qin's request. It's not impossible to sit in the headquarters."

The eyes of the middle-aged man were full of smiles, and most of the disappointment with the period of the Republic of China disappeared. That stupid woman, who was in power in the harem, messed around. If he hadn't been out of reality at that time, he would have killed her long ago.

What the hell is declaring war, and why would you rather give it to an allied state than to a domestic slave.

When he came out, his mouth was crooked when he heard this.

"You idiot, you don't want to deal with supernatural recovery, you just want to control power."

The smile in the middle-aged man's eyes slowly disappeared, and his teeth itch when he thought of this woman.

"If you knew it would be such a virtue, you could kill her when you were a child, so as not to cause so much trouble."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

Because Lin Qian began to control ghost paintings, all ghost paintings in the world were recovered, and many people discovered that the paintings placed at home suddenly faded.

It all turned into line drawing, just like Zhang Xianguang, who was eye-to-eye with Nie Yingping in the tattoo parlor at the moment, suddenly found something wrong.

Quickly took out a painting from his pocket, the color on the painting had disappeared.

"Starting to drive? The speed is really fast."

Hearing Zhang Xianguang's words, Nie Ying was expressionless and drank tea on her own.

He is too lazy to care about these now, the plan has failed, and the ghost painting is doomed to be out of reach.

"Old Zhang, do you think we still have to block that passage?"

Zhang Xianguang put the painting in his hand aside casually, with a lonely expression on his face:

"What are you going to do, it's just the two of us, the rest are dead, and it won't solve anything if we go."

"It's better to go to Lin Qian after a while and let him have a look, maybe he can solve it."

"You think it's pretty good. It depends on that kid's temper. After knowing that you are not dead, I am afraid that he will chase you to the ends of the world."

Nie Yingping directly told the truth, and he was very disapproving of Zhang Xianguang's behavior of going to Lin Qian to give away his head.

"It's true. I cheated this kid a lot. He can have such a deep connection with the treacherous bride. I have contributed a lot."

The corners of Nie Yingping's mouth twitched, and he was full of slander in his heart. You know it after a long time.

"Forget it, if you fail, you will fail. Let's not move. Let's welcome the full recovery of the supernatural, and contribute as much as we can."

Zhang Xianguang sighed, very helpless.

"Well, from the current point of view, that's all there is to it. Except for me, you and Chen Qiaoyang failed in our plan this time."

"You're okay, Chen Qiaoyang basically died instantly. When I saw the tricky bride, my heart was numb."

Nie Yingping's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he was terrified.

"Sigh, I didn't expect the sly bride to become so terrifying. When I saw it before, it was a mummy bride in a wedding dress."

"As a result, it has only been so long, and it has become like this. Who would have thought of it?"

Zhang Xianguang picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, I plan to go back soon, do you want to go with me?"

Hearing Zhang Xianguang's words, Nie Yingping's face immediately changed, and Zhang Xianguang's eyes became strange:

"Old Zhang, are you serious? It's not that you don't know the old man's temper. I'm afraid you will be beaten to death by him when you go back now."

"Ever since you were 40 years old and you hadn't let him hold your grandson, he wanted to kill you. I met him once more than ten years ago, and I was almost beaten to death by him that time."

Speaking of this, Nie Yingping rubbed his neck subconsciously, then shook his head and stopped thinking about that horrible scene:
"If you want to go back to die, you can go by yourself, don't drag me, I just want to live a few more days."

Seeing Nie Yingping's appearance that he was unwilling to go to death, Zhang Xianguang sighed a long time, thought for a while and said:

"Forget it, I won't go back, my dad is not young, he is easy to mess up, I might really be beaten to death when I go back, when I was a child, my dad beat me a lot, it would be really bad if I hanged up and smoked." The thing is to hang it up and pump it."

"I still won't touch this mold."

Speaking of his old man, Zhang Xianguang felt a little headache, the strongest in the last era had this kind of temper, and he couldn't change it even if he changed it.

Seeing that Zhang Xianguang gave up the idea of ​​going home, Nie Yingping nodded:

"Well, it's good if you figure it out. You should stay with me recently and don't run around. I'm afraid that the old man will get angry recently and come over to kill you himself."

Zhang Xianguang: ...

"Okay, what you said makes sense. I'll hide here with you until the old man forgets the recent things."

Nie Yingping nodded, drank tea, looked at the darkness outside the door, his eyes were a little dazed, and his mind began to wander.

Zhang Xianguang rubbed his cheeks, and also looked at the darkness outside the door, with some memories in his eyes, and more regrets.

A plan that has been laid out for decades, if it fails, it will fail, and there is no room for remedy, even if they still have a backup.

Zhang Xianguang let out a long breath, but suddenly his body stiffened suddenly, and then he stood up and ran without saying a word. Nie Yingping didn't move at all, put down the teacup calmly, and walked to the side silently, watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. .

"Run? If you can run, I will lose."

Hearing these words, Zhang Xianguang stood up and sat back slowly.

"Dad, why are you here?"

A skinny old man walked into the tattoo parlor. Hearing what his son said, the old man was expressionless.

10 minutes later……

Zhang Xianguang touched his bruised face, and sat obediently beside Zhang Dong, not daring to say a word.

Nie Yingping poured a cup of tea for the old man, and the old man nodded at him without speaking.

After doing all this, Nie Yingping sat down, looked at Zhang Xianguang's appearance, and held back his laughter.

"Little brat, what did you tell me when you were young?"

"Say you want to complete that plan, so you don't need to marry a wife. Compared with the common people in the world, it's useless to carry on the family."

"As a result, what about now? Decades of hard work on the arrangement is not as good as others' few months. That kid has only been a ghost master for a few months?"

Speaking of being angry, the old man slapped Zhang Xianguang on the head.

Zhang Xianguang was slapped expressionlessly and dared not say a word.

"Okay, I don't bother to give you more BBs, let me go home, wait for two months to bury me."

"You little bastard, there is nothing to satisfy me."

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Xianguang suddenly raised his head, and looked at the old man in disbelief:

"Dad, are you going to hang up?"

The old man's face immediately turned black, so 10 minutes later, Zhang Xianguang with a bruised nose and swollen face sat on the stool, and Nie Yingping took a silent breath, um, this melon... the tea is really good.

"Damn it, if you can talk, just talk less. I'm going to die. I'm dying. It's a shame that you are still a person who has taught. It's terrible to be uneducated."

Having said that, the old man took a deep look at Zhang Xianguang, then shook his head and continued:

"Come back early, I don't want no one to bury me."

After speaking, the old man got up and left. Hearing what the old man said, Zhang Xianguang's pupils shrank slightly, and he probably guessed what was going on in his heart.

He turned his eyes and looked at the faded ghost painting, and he understood it in his heart.

"It seems that Lin Qian has discovered me, so he was careless."

Nie Yingping narrowed his eyes, looked at the faded ghost painting, thought for a while and said to Zhang Xianguang:
"Take it to the mass grave and bury it. I suspect that after Lin Qian masters the ghost painting, he will come to me directly following this painting."

Zhang Xianguang nodded, rubbed his bruised and swollen face, and picked up the painting with some toothache:

"Then I'll go first, the old man's beating really hurts."

Nie Yingping laughed:
"Just be content, the old man came here specially to remind you this time, don't get cheap and act good."

The corners of Zhang Xianguang's mouth twitched, he shook his head, turned around and walked outside, he had to go to the mass grave to bury this thing quickly, it was very dangerous.

Looking at Zhang Xianguang who left, Nie Yingping shook his head, got up and put away his teacup, this guy deserved to be beaten up, let him cheat on me.

But it's in the ghost painting at this moment.

Ye Zhen, who was sitting cross-legged on a high-rise building, suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the farthest part of the city, with the corners of his mouth curled up:
"coming!"

Holding the hilt of the sword, Ye Zhen stood up, and stretched out his hand, the fire of the will-o'-the-wisp burning even more strangely.

"Excellent aura, worthy of being Lin Wudi's daughter-in-law, she is really strong enough!"

Looking at the bright red in the sky, Ye Zhen laughed, jumped down from the tall building, and rushed towards the blood red.

A red necklace around her neck shone with a coquettish red light.

With a sword across the air, the thin golden thread chopped down, and the rickety sedan chair was split into two halves in an instant.

Ye Zhenjian pointed to the ground, and with one hand behind his back, the will-o'-the-wisp on his body turned into a blue streak and appeared between his eyebrows.

At this moment, Ye Zhen has the bearing of a banished immortal.

"What a strong spiritual wave, it's a strong enemy!"

Looking at the bride walking out of the red sedan chair, Ye Zhen's eyes were sharp.

The wedding dress swayed without wind, and the slightly shaking red hijab revealed the strangeness of this beautiful bride.

Ye Zhen frowned, the ghost on his body was being controlled, and he couldn't help but want to walk towards the bride.

"Hmph, how dare you make a fool of yourself even if you have a small skill?"

A supernatural power appeared on his body, but that supernatural power disappeared in an instant.

Ye Zhen's eyes were serious, which should not be underestimated, but suddenly his eyes froze, without saying a word, he turned around with a sword, and with a bang, a tall scarecrow was chopped off by Ye Zhen's sword.

"Dare to sneak attack someone Ye, you really can't find death!"

Ye Zhen tore off the straw growing on his body casually, with a very calm expression.

Looking at the tall scarecrow, Ye Zhen let out a breath slowly, and walked slowly towards the side, and the tricky bride was already walking towards him.

Through the first fight, he clearly knew one thing, he couldn't get too close to the Sly Bride, otherwise he wouldn't be able to die for him.

When the time comes, he will die!

Ye Zhen walked in a direction away from the city, not fast, just about 70 meters away from the tricky bride.

This distance is the safest, and as the cunning bride came to the ghost painting, Ye Zhen could feel that many ghosts were coming here.

Ye Zhen's eyes flickered as he slashed the scarecrow walking towards him with one sword. This scarecrow was not weak, and he couldn't suppress it even with two slashes.

Looking around, just in this short period of time, there are already more than a dozen figures walking towards this side.

"Is this recruiting ghosts? It's really overbearing."

Ye Zhen clenched the long sword tightly, the blood on it was bright and dazzling.

With one sword strike, more than a dozen figures were all inlaid on the ground, and some of the less terrifying ones were directly cut in two.

"A group of miscellaneous fish dare to participate in the battle between the strong, and the giant tree is too ridiculous!"

(End of this chapter)