Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 427: It’s a matter of life and death

The gladiator and Lin Bei were fighting to the death. The strong and powerful gladiator waved his fists like a well-trained boxer. In his fists, there was an extremely terrifying evil spirit, which greatly enhanced his ability in close combat.

"This battle will determine not only who is stronger, but also life and death!"

The gladiator howled and rushed towards Lin Bei, while Lin Bei stared at the crazy king with a serious expression, his eyes full of fear, because he found that he could not contact the world in the mirror. This strange arena was like an octagonal cage, which completely isolated him from the supernatural power.

"Are you kidding..."

The ghosts are isolated, but their supernatural powers are still there, they just can’t be used actively.

"Gladiators have always disdained fighting like magic. I am only interested in the most primitive battles. This arena can isolate evil spirits, but its own horror will not disappear."

"Come on, let's fight to the death."

The gladiator was a man of great martial ethics, and seeing that Lin Bei was a little confused, he even took the initiative to remind him.

"I see, then it's okay."

Hearing this, Lin Bei breathed a sigh of relief, because the world in the mirror was based on himself. Even if he was isolated, he could still fight with the help of the power of this mysterious land.

On the other side, Liu San, who was in poor condition, had to gather many paper figures to deal with the king in front of him, codenamed General.

The general used some unknown means, but his originally thin body suddenly swelled up rapidly, and in just a few breaths he became a 300-pound obese man.

Not only that, this general also suppressed Liu San in the ghost den, but this general's ghost den was particularly special, as there were many ghost slaves in it!

These ghost slaves were jumping in groups of three or five without any rules or rhythm, with expressions of grief on their faces. At the same time, they stretched out their hands and made gestures to hug the general.

However, not all ghost slaves were like this. Some ghost slaves stood there motionless. However, all of these ghost slaves had their heads chopped off, and they exuded a deathly atmosphere.

"Choose me as your opponent? I'll send you off today!"

Although he had been tortured by the butcher and the warden before, the supernatural powers that Liu San possessed were terrifying enough, and the king, code-named General, was not as powerful as the butcher and the warden, which made Liu San feel despised and even a little angry.

Suddenly, yellow paper floated all over the ghost den, and the ghost slaves fell silent the moment they touched the yellow paper, and then fell to the ground motionless, turning into ordinary corpses.

Not only that, several funeral processions made up of paper figures suddenly appeared from all directions. All the paper figures had sickly and sallow faces, like dead bodies, and they kept approaching the general's position.

Compared to the evenly matched Lin Bei and Liu San, Li Leping's situation is much worse. The king code-named Pharaoh has mastered some kind of heartbeat supernatural power and forcibly weaved a unique heartbeat frequency for Li Leping, avoiding the influence of the forgotten supernatural power in this way.

Li Leping, who had lost his greatest advantage, was greatly disturbed. The dirty and worn bandages peeled off the Pharaoh's body, forming barriers like thresholds, constantly blocking Li Leping's range of movement.

At the same time, the God of Death took this opportunity to continuously use his supernatural powers to influence Li Leping.

A scale was strangely suspended in the air. In Li Leping's eyes, the image of the god of death became extremely tall. In just a blink of an eye, it grew to three or four meters high. At the same time, the scale became the size of a person, which was extremely oppressive. "I will weigh your heart!"

The god of death stretched out a skinny and shriveled hand and grabbed the nonexistent heart that Pharaoh had created for Li Leping. The heart was dark and gloomy, as if it was made of a mass of flesh and blood that had long been rotten, and it had completely lost its beating vitality.

However, it was this heart that did not belong to him at all that made Li Leping feel inexplicably terrified, as if his life was closely connected with that heart.

At this moment, life and death are hanging by a thread!
As the captain of the law enforcement team, Yang Jian received special care, as four top kings were besieging him.

The projectionist disappeared without a trace, and instead, Yang Jian's surroundings turned into a black and white area that even the fifth layer of ghosts could not isolate or expel. This projection enveloped Yang Jian, almost instantly engulfing his body and projecting it onto the ground, like an old movie being shown.

Not only that, the owner of the terrifying manor also came out. The owner of the manor was a man in his fifties, slightly old, chewing mechanically with his yellow teeth, tasting a piece of tender but bloody steak.

With every step the manor owner took, a black footprint that did not match his size was left behind, and strange footsteps gradually began to appear behind him.

The manor owner was holding a black cane with many hideous and terrifying human faces outlined on it. Moreover, the cane was extremely heavy. Just by tapping the ground with it, the ground shattered directly.

"Just smash his head and destroy his consciousness along with it."

The next moment, the cane directly hit the head of Yang Jian's projection on the ground. Instantly, Yang Jian's head exploded, turned into a wisp of powder and suddenly dissipated, and this phenomenon did not stop. Along the wound, the body weathered at an unimaginable speed.

After suffering the attack from the manor owner, Yang Jian's body was completely destroyed and his consciousness became confused, as if he had suffered a huge shock. Even the memories of ordinary people in Dachuan City stored in the ghost head became agitated, as if they wanted to snatch control of this body when Yang Jian was weak.

"Wang!"

The vicious dog that lived in his memory let out a roar, bringing Yang Jian back to consciousness. However, the price of being awake was that Yang Jian had to endure the pain of another attack once again.

It was the king codenamed Drunkard who was taking action. He casually poured a cup of unknown liquid onto Yang Jian's projection. Then, the body completely disintegrated in an instant as if it had been severely corroded, leaving only a tall ghost figure trapped in this projection space.

"We must take the initiative!"

Yang Jian suppressed the pain in his mind and reacted quickly. Although he was pulled into the space of this black-and-white movie, as an existence that replaced the ghost, this form of ghost did not have much impact on him. At least he could still use his supernatural powers.

"Becoming an outlier like me, is this your greatest reliance?"

The projectionist showed a ferocious expression, and the next second, several distorted figures appeared in the screen. These figures tried to clamp Yang Jian from all angles and completely imprison the tall ghost so that the projectionist could dismember him.

But Yang Jian is never a man who sits and waits for death. The ghost that completes the puzzle is quite terrifying and cannot be suppressed by a few ghost projections.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand fell instantly, suddenly cutting the two evil spirits in half at an impossible angle. The projectionist in the screen also chose to retreat cautiously, not daring to confront Yang Jian head-on.

"I must leave this spiritual space, otherwise my counterattack will not be able to affect the two kings outside."

(End of this chapter)