Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 395 Ye Zhen vs. the Three Kings

“Everyone must die—!”

Ye Zhen's cell phone kept ringing, but he was already filled with anger and threw the phone away.

He rushed to Dahai City at the fastest speed in his life, but was stopped outside.

"You want to stop me like this?"

Ye Zhen's expression was terribly cold. He drew out the ghost sword at his waist, and chopped it down directly at the ghost den covered with ghosts.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the dark ghost den, and Ye Zhen was able to enter.

However, what came into view was a city of broken and shattered seas: collapsed buildings, corpses and severed limbs everywhere, roiling lava and tsunamis. Everything seemed to indicate one thing:

Dahai City is finished.

Ye Zhen didn't say anything, but turned his head silently and looked in the direction of the Mingzhu Building. It was shrouded in a shadow, making it difficult to see clearly, as if it was the source of all evil.

"Only killing can calm the anger in my heart."

Ye Zhen raised his sword and rushed forward like a stream of light.

Wherever the light reached, the temperature suddenly dropped to a terrifying level. The red magma stopped churning and the raging tsunami froze in mid-air, as if time had stopped and everything was paused, except for the light that never stopped.

"coming."

A trace of fear flashed across the face of the tall lord. The ghost den that he was so proud of was invaded so easily, which made him raise the level of danger of Ye Zhen a lot.

"It's time to get started, man."

The count stood up from the chair, and then his arms, face, and even the skin all over his body began to move. Soon, mouths covered with strange jagged teeth appeared all over the count's body.

The teeth in these mouths were like sharp spikes, stained with black blood. At the same time, a strong stench suddenly spread out. The gathered blood was absorbed by these mouths.

The Count is actually a vampire Count!
Anger and murderous intent filled Ye Zhen's whole body, making his eyes red and almost bleeding.

The ghost sword was unsheathed. This shabby sword was covered with smelly mud and blood, but the strange thing was that there was a terrifying ghost face imprinted on the sword. The ghost face was full of cracks and it broke like fragile porcelain at the touch.

"hiss--!"

The count merely glanced at the ghost sword and was cursed with a fatal death curse. Cracks appeared all over his eyes and black tears of blood flowed out of them. At the same time, the cracks spread from his eyeballs and spread to the count's entire body.

However, a king-level ghost rider is not so easy to kill. The earl stretched out a palm, and the mouth in his palm suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, which sprayed directly on the earl's eyes.

Visible to the naked eye, the cracks all over the body were disappearing, and at the same time, a new pair of eyes grew back, but this pair of eyes had no whites, only dark and deep pupils.

"The sword cannot be seen."

After one attack, the Count has already understood the pattern of this ghost sword, but it is still difficult to avoid seeing the opponent's weapon during a fight. This will be a fierce battle.

The lord stood there unmoved. The king who was codenamed the killer had disappeared at some point, apparently hiding his figure and waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

"Do you think this will work? My sword will kill anyone who sees it, and will shatter anyone who touches it."

Ye Zhen sneered, and then he grasped the sword, with the side of the sword with the ghost face facing him, and he took the initiative to trigger the terrifying death curse. "I want you to be buried with me--!"

Angry roars echoed in the den of ghosts. The earl, who was about to attack again, felt as if his whole body was frozen. His limbs gradually became numb, and even his thoughts became slow.

The fatal spiritual force broke out on Ye Zhen's body, and was transferred to the Earl in the next second. He was not afraid of sneak attacks or spiritual attacks. As long as such spiritual attacks were within the scapegoat's tolerance range, he could transfer such attacks to other people nearby.

Suddenly, the mouths on the Earl's body seemed to be torn apart, and hideous cracks spread rapidly, and even the teeth in his mouth were broken.

"hiss--!"

Although he was an alien, the pain was real and unavoidable. The Earl raised one hand and rolled the cloak behind him in front of him to cover his body.

The cloak was silver, flashing with flickering silver light in the dark environment. All the attacks directed by Ye Zhen were blocked by the cloak, but as a price, a hideous and terrifying ghost face kept protruding on the back of the cloak, almost sticking to the earl's flesh.

"Isn't this shameless——"

The Earl hid behind his cloak and cursed with gritted teeth.

However, Ye Zhen's anger had just begun, and this was only the first step.

In the hell, cold water began to seep out from under Ye Zhen's feet, and soon formed a layer of water, and the water level was gradually rising. The water was not deep, but the bottom was not visible, as if it was connected to an abyss, and just looking at it made people feel palpitations.

In the dark corner, a pair of dead eyes were staring at Ye Zhen. Perhaps because he was blinded by anger, Ye Zhen did not realize that he was being spied on. Or perhaps he had already discovered it, but he was confident enough to deal with it.

"die--!"

Ye Zhen held a long sword and slashed directly at the lord. Since Ye Zhen appeared, the lord had been standing there motionless, like a sculpture.

The long sword went all the way down from the lord's neck, splitting him in half.

However, this is not a real body, without blood or internal organs, or even flesh and blood. It is just a body completely condensed from darkness, and there is no possibility of dismemberment.

"Diverting the attack is indeed unsolvable. No wonder you dare to come back alone. However, as long as your supernatural powers are temporarily ineffective, you will be killed, right?"

The killer sneered and instantly appeared behind Ye Zhen.

Then, a strange dagger appeared in his hand. This dagger was a little special and dark red in color. The handle was made of a human bone, and at the end of the handle there were still a few fingers that had not rotted away, with flesh and blood on them. Occasionally, these fingers that had not rotted away would even twitch restlessly.

"I'll send you on your way!"

The King, codenamed Killer, does not exist in reality. He only appears in the darkness, and at this moment he is gradually approaching Ye Zhen's position.

The closer he got, the more severe the invasion caused by the coldness became. The killer even felt that his limbs were gradually becoming stiff and numb, and he was gradually losing consciousness. Even his thoughts could not keep up with the movements of his body.

"How is this going?"

The killer wanted to step back away from Ye Zhen, but it was too late. His figure was reflected in the cold puddles. A number of bloodless, pale hands stretched out from the puddles and tightly grasped the killer's calves.

"You think you can kill me?"

Ye Zhen turned back indifferently. His voice seemed to come from the Netherworld. Even the king's killer felt an inexplicable horror.

(End of this chapter)