Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 190 Hatchet, or Hatchet
"Tong Qian's luck seems to be much better than that of Zhao Lei," Yang sighed as he passed the woman's face.

One body is corrupted, and the face is festered. The other body is now in the hospital under the care of the top medical staff in the city, and the face is also preserved intact.

People compare to people, sometimes it's really maddening!

"If the identities are switched, it must be Zhao Lei who survives!" Luo Yi said.

What matters is not them themselves, but their identities as ghost masters. Zhao Lei is an ordinary person, and his use value has been exhausted if he can attract Yang Jian to Zhongshan City.

But Tong Qian is different, she is a ghost master, and also has the identity of Interpol, like a potential stock, no one will easily abandon it.

The difference in status has long determined that their endings are different.

"Tong Qian will leave it to you, and I won't care about the rest." Luo Yi said.

The ghost newspaper is in the hands of Yang Jian, and only he can revive Tong Qian. As for whether he will do anything to Tong Qian, Luo Yi doesn't care, because Tong Qian's ghost is provided by him. It died when the evil spirit revived.

What is given can be taken back.

This is the real way of worshiping gods. Ghosts and gods don't care about benevolence and righteousness, but only about benefits.

"What about these faces?" Lin Luomei pointed to the remaining hundreds of faces.

Under the long yellow light, the faces of these people were so quiet that they looked like evil spirits waiting to be revived, which made people feel scared.

"Destroy it!" Luo Yi thought for a while.

Although these faces seem to have no movement for the time being, there are still many evil spirits in this hotel. Maybe that evil spirit broke into this place and produced other changes.

After Luo Yi finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pressed it against the wall. A blood-colored red light spread from the palm of his hand as if ink had infiltrated the surface of a lake.

After touching the faint red light, every face gradually curled up, folded, and finally was crushed by the power of Huangquan, turning into fly ash and scattered all over the ground.

The face was melted away, and the colorful newspapers all over the wall fell off immediately, and the snow-white wall began to emerge, and a distorted and strange face appeared on it, with emotions, anger, sorrow, love and hatred lingering in it, making people feel dozens of emotions in just a short moment. kinds of mood changes.

"What the hell is this?" Lin Luomei took a step back, her eyes full of vigilance.

"The imprint left by that ghost, but what does it mean, provocation?" Yang Jian looked at the weird face on the wall and sneered.

"That must be capable enough!"

Luo Yi snorted coldly, and the blood rushed back from the bottom to the top, completely annihilating it all at once.

The door was closed, and Luo Yi and the others began to walk back. When passing by the location of room 25, Luo Yi took another look.

There is still a blank space, as if there is no such room here.

"Get out first!" Luo Yi felt vaguely uneasy, but he still didn't understand where this uneasiness came from.

If the law of the evil spirit was triggered, why didn't the evil spirit take action, but if it was not triggered, why did the room just disappear for no reason?
"Spiritual place, troublesome place!" Luo Yi suppressed the emotions in his heart, and continued to move forward with a sullen face.

The way here was difficult, but the way back was quite calm, there was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and no thick fog blocking the sight. If it weren't for the ghosts surrounding him all the time, Luo Yi would almost think he was Walking above the ordinary hotel corridor.

It's just that the hotel is a bit worn out.

Lin Luomei looked relaxed. She didn't expect this action to be so quick and easy. It took only three hours, and she only helped find people twice. Not only was the recovery of the evil spirit restrained, but Luo Yi's support Solicit.

"As long as we go out, I'll persuade Luo Suyi and the others to join Yuzhou City, and then our three-person team will be together again!" Lin Luomei said happily from the bottom of her heart.

Yang Jian walked at the end, with a ghost eye on the back of his head flicking left and right, watching everything behind him.

Just behind him, followed by a ghost slave with a stiff body and a distorted human face.

A few minutes later, several people came to the edge position, which is the edge position connecting reality and supernatural.

Luo Yi opened the ghost domain, amidst the sound of praise and worship, the breath of incense rose up, and the long corridor behind him was covered in blood.

Raising his hand, the red light plunged into the void in front of him like a horse, and the confrontation and invasion began!
In a spiritual land, it is easy to enter, but difficult to get out!
But with Luo Yi's strength, it is relatively easy to reversely invade this place.

The power of the worship god rolled, and the void in front of him gradually melted away like a thick fog, and a tall figure appeared in the field of vision at the dark end.

With a blackened and smelly face, festering eyes leaking corpse fluid, wearing an old overcoat full of stains, against the backdrop of that tall and burly body, this is like a bird that has escaped from hell and returned to life. The evil spirits of the human world.

The male corpse wandered aimlessly in this narrow aisle, and the arms that were swung directly blocked the not-so-wide aisle.

When the supernatural land was rushed away by Luo Yi's power, this figure seemed to be awakened by a beast, and suddenly took a step forward, revealing a ferocious ferocity!
"tread!"

This huge noise didn't look like it was stepped on by people, it was more like an elephant blowing its nose and stomping on the ground, and following the dull stomping sound, the tall male corpse raised his right hand.

"He's waiting here?" When Luo Yi saw this body, a ridiculous thought came to his mind!

"careful!"

Yang Jian's complexion changed drastically, and he took out a scarlet ghost candle from his body in the blink of an eye.

However, his movements still slowed down for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the hatchet slashed down with force.

Luo Yi's blood-colored ghost domain suddenly shrank sharply, and finally dissipated.

"Go away!" Lin Luomei screamed, and yelled at the tall man's corpse.

However, her attack only appeared on the corner of the clothes on the male corpse, and soon disappeared.

"It's completely useless, how is it possible!" Lin Luomei was terrified, she never thought that this evil spirit that had tortured her for eight months would be useless in front of this corpse.

Luo Yi lowered his head, the blood on his chest sprayed out like a nozzle, his vision was congested, and his body began to fall unconsciously!
"Damn it, how many times is this this month?" Luo Yi's heart burst into anger like a volcano erupting, and it rushed up to his throat, feeling aggrieved.

"Restart!"

In the blink of an eye, Luo Yi directly chose to restart himself!

Stretching out his right hand, pinching five fingers together suddenly, twisting his body and folding his arms, a cascading spiritual explosion on the ghost-slaying long knife aimed at the tall figure in front of him, and slashed upwards.

boom!
The grand supernatural power exploded like a bomb, resounding through the entire corridor, and the blast of air knocked Lin Luomei to the door beside her, and the ghost slave Zhao Lei was rushed seven feet away by this force.

Under Luo Yi's slash, a huge gash suddenly appeared on the tall man's body, but after a few breaths, the gash began to heal!

And he chose to raise the knife again.

"He still wants to make a move!" Yang Jian was shocked, and lit the red ghost candle in front of him without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, the tall male corpse once again raised the rusty hatchet full of gaps in his hand and swung it towards the air, as if chopping the air.

However, it was this kind of behavior similar to a child's play house, but it exploded with unimaginable power.

The miserable green will-o'-the-wisp expanded rapidly, like a raging fire filled with boiling oil, and the flames rose to a height of more than ten centimeters, instantly lighting up the long corridor behind which should have been covered with thick fog.

"This ghost candle!" Yang Jian looked at this appalling scene, his heart and gallbladder became violent.

This ghost candle worth five evil spirits, this ghost candle that had helped him deal with several supernatural events was about to burn out!

In this mere moment of effort, less than one-tenth of it was left.

And this is just to resist the knife from the tall male corpse in front of him.

"Split!"

When Yang Jian was terrified, Luo Yi slashed back with his long sword. Compared with the rusty, old and decayed hatchet, the ghost-slaying knife in Luo Yi's hand was quite powerful. The three-meter distance in front of him reflected the numb face full of pus on the tall male corpse.

"Split!"

"Split!"

"Split!"

With Guizhu's resistance, Luo Yi swung three swords in a row in the blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of the gap between the reaction of the male corpse, Yang Jian's three ghost eyes superimposed, and in the scarlet, rolled up the old hatchet that Luo Yi had dropped.

A red light flashed, and the three disappeared completely!
After a dozen or so breaths, the body of the male corpse gradually healed. He lowered his head, as if he was not used to the empty right hand.

But after just looking at it, the male corpse continued to move forward, before the re-emerged door No. 25, and took off the house number on it.

Crushed thoroughly!

(End of this chapter)