The Mysterious Recovery of the Sunken World

Chapter 52 The Unfolding Scroll in the Ghost Rain

In the terrifying old castle, the artist is still focusing on the painting in front of a picture scroll. The picture scroll depicts a rainy city, everything is so lifelike, ignoring the oil paint, it looks like a real raining city.

It's just that the paints used by the painters come from the ghost blood of various ghosts, which have terrifying supernatural powers. If ordinary people come into contact with ghost paintings, they will probably be killed by the supernatural powers on them in an instant.

As if he had forgotten the agreement with someone, the painter turned his head to look at the burning paper on the table until he smelled the burning paper.

The yellowed paper is now spontaneously igniting without fire, exuding a faint smell of corpses.

The painter unhurriedly rolled up the scroll on the easel, summoned an apprentice, handed the scroll to him, and said, "Take this scroll, go to Okawa City through the passageway of the scroll, open the scroll there, and light this block of grease."

After speaking, he handed a piece of fat in a small box made of gold to the apprentice.

This apprentice seemed to be doing this kind of thing for the first time. After receiving the scroll and the gold-wrapped grease, he turned his head and walked towards a scroll on the wall, and just disappeared into reality. On the winding yellow mud path, there was a villain walking forward along the path.

Walking on the winding path, the apprentice tightened his grip on the picture scroll in his arms, and quickened his steps towards the distant place of light.

When he stepped out of the door of light, he found himself standing in front of a street wall, behind him was a decorated oil painting, depicting a solemn and solemn English castle.

There were many passers-by on the street, but they were taken aback when they saw this foreigner appearing suddenly. After all, this person suddenly appeared in front of them, as if teleporting.

The apprentice was named Sith, ignoring everyone's surprised gazes and whispered comments. In his opinion, this was a group of people who were about to die, and there was no need to waste a little attention.

Take out a nail and fix it on the wall, then hang the picture scroll in your hand on it, and unfold the picture scroll.

The people around looked at the strange behavior of this foreign man, giving full play to the nature of Chinese people who love to watch, and they all gathered around to see what he wanted to do.

I saw this man unrolling a picture scroll, and the picture scroll was a city in the rain. Everyone who looked at this picture had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Someone looked around and thoughtfully said to his companion, "Isn't this what we painted here? Except that it wasn't raining, everything else looks pretty similar, but the people inside are a bit strange."

All the people in the rainy city in the scroll were painted with distorted limbs, as if they were suffering from great pain.

Among the crowd of onlookers, some people looked at the portrait with a terrifying face and figure in the painting, and felt a chill rise in their hearts, and couldn't help taking a few steps back, leaving the crowd of onlookers.

Because he looked at the people in this painting, just like looking at himself, instinctively raised a wave of fear.

After Sith finished hanging the picture scroll, he took out the grease wrapped in gold from his pocket, and opened the small gold box. Inside was a piece of dark brown, yellowish grease with a little dark blood clot. The oil made from blood has the same effect as the white ghost candle after burning, and can attract the surrounding ghosts.

At this time, a scene that shocked everyone happened. A black flame ignited in the palm of Sith, and the flame was as strange as flowing ink.

Sith ignored everyone's whispers, and pointed at the piece of fat with his flaming fingers. The black flame quickly spread over the fat and began to burn. The fat was like fuel, and when it burned, it emitted black cigarette.

As the grease burned around, the surrounding light began to dim, and something terrifying was being attracted.

Looking at the dark clouds floating in the sky at unknown times, Sith raised his head and felt the seemingly invisible supernatural power in them, and said to himself, "It looks like it's going to rain."

Immediately, under the eyes of everyone who seemed to be watching a magic show, he walked straight towards the picture scroll of the English-style castle, and the whole person disappeared in the picture scroll. platform".

Regardless of the surprise and shouts of the surrounding audience, there was only a piece of grease burning quietly in front of the scroll, giving off an unpleasant smell.

At this time, in the ghostly rain and ghosts of Fangming in the island country, some changes also took place after the missionaries yelled.

Fang Ming could feel a kind of supernatural force invading his own ghosts, and instantly realized that they might have backup, or even other kings who came to support him, his eyes became more and more cold.

Fang Ming resisted the invasion of the supporter's ghost creature, but this force was very strange. It was said to be an invasion, but it was more like a substitution. He wanted to replace an area of ​​Fang Ming's ghost creature with his own ghost creature.

The opponent's ghost creature is obviously not weak. Although it is not as good as Fang Ming as a whole, it can still be done if it only replaces a space in the ghost rain.

So even under the suppression of Fang Ming's ghost rain and ghost monsters, a space in the ghost rain ghost monsters was still steadily replaced, and that space was very close to the battlefield between Fang Ming and the kings.

The ghost rain that was still falling in that space slowly stopped falling, like raindrops frozen in the picture scroll, and the world in the picture scroll began to change from blurred to clear.

Fang Ming looked at the huge picture scroll between heaven and earth, in which was a city in the rain, as the picture scroll took shape, an indescribable fragrance came from the picture scroll, luring the ghost into the picture scroll.

At this time, Fang Ming also understood the plan of these kings, and said with a sneer in his heart, "This is trying to lure myself away by attracting ghosts. Looking at some Chinese characters on the buildings in the picture scroll, it is probably Xia Guo again. The group of guys really want to cheat Xia Guo at any time."

This group of kings really regarded Fang Ming as a ghost with no intelligence but only instinct. Fang Ming would let them know through actions what the consequences would be if he wanted to use a ghost with wisdom.

A cold light flashed in Fang Ming's eyes, he raised his right hand, and suddenly there was an old fishing rod in his hand, and a dazzling cold light shone on the hook hanging from the end of the fishing line on the fishing rod.

Because the gentleman was the closest to Fang Ming, Fang Ming raised his right hand to attract his attention first. When he saw a fishing rod suddenly appearing in Fang Ming's hand, his heart went straight to his throat.

Fang Ming didn't care what the gentleman was thinking at this time, he shook his right hand holding the fishing rod, like a fishing rod, there were countless silk threads in the sky, and fishhooks were hanging from the tails of these threads, flying in the air with the ghost rain and the breeze. fluttering.

All the kings present were amazed at the changes in front of them, unable to figure out what caused the change in the original ghost. Only the captain watched all this with interest.

But Fang Ming would not give them time to think slowly, the fishhooks fluttered with the wind, and one of the fishhooks directly hooked the manor owner who was held up in mid-air by Fang Ming, and the fishhooks entered through the mouth, as if they had caught a waiting man. Like slaughtered fish.

At this moment, the manor owner could only struggle helplessly. He felt the strong spiritual power in the fishhook, which suppressed the power of the ghost in his body and separated him from the ghost in his body. But at this time, he was being pinched by Fang Ming. The neck can only struggle there feebly.

More fishing hooks floated over with the swaying fishing line, and caught the limbs of the manor owner's ghostly ghost. When the fishing line was lifted, the ghost in his body was caught in the air, and the manor owner who was still struggling immediately lost his breath. , die completely.

Fang Ming let go of the ghost's hand that was choking his neck, and the manor owner fell directly into the stagnant water below, and was dragged into the depths of the water by the wandering ghost slaves.

(End of this chapter)