Chen Qing's level is a powerful ghost, if even a powerful ghost can't fight the painter, then what level is the painter? Is there anything more powerful on top of the ghosts?

No, strictly speaking, the painter is not a ghost, and the reason why he is strong is completely dependent on the ghost tools in his hand.

But what kind of existence is this ghost? Can you resist the ghosts?

Regarding ghost tools, I have heard Chen Xiehe from Yuan's hometown introduce to me, this kind of thing is a bit similar to a magic weapon or a magic weapon, it is a special existence, and the number is very small!

Most of the ghost tools are formed after a long period of precipitation, and there are countless unjust souls and spirits in them, which gather sand into a tower to form a powerful existence to enrich the ghost tools.

According to the classification, Chen Xie told me that there are at least five levels of ghost tools.

To put it simply, it is from one to five, and the most powerful is the fifth level.

Different levels seem to have different roles to play, but it's worth noting that ghosts, like ghosts, can be improved in a specific way.

This kind of thing, neither my brother nor I have around, and the high heels and pens we have are just a hiding place for ghosts, not ghost tools.

It's the first time I've seen a ghost tool, from the artist's hands, and he actually has two!

According to the current situation, the crutches in the left hand and the brush in the right hand should be ghost tools if nothing else.

Among the ghosts, the highest level known so far is the powerful ghost.

What level will it be that can easily resist the next powerful ghost?

Level five?

I couldn't measure it in my heart, looking at Chen Qing who was in trouble, my whole heart felt extremely uneasy.

"I didn't expect the artist to be so difficult to deal with... A powerful ghost, even Chen Qing, who has inhaled yang energy, has no chance of winning, if only my brother was here... The two of us together, maybe it's still possible..."I thought of my brother's figure running away without looking back, and I felt lonely for a while.

From the beginning when I went to find my second uncle to the present, he seems to have been hiding something from me, and he doesn't say it, and he doesn't know what he's doing by himself.

And I can deeply feel that the gap between me and him is getting bigger and bigger, and this feeling is very clear, as if a wall has suddenly been erected in the middle, and no one can break it.

What exactly was he planning? Why didn't you tell me?

Who was the person who locked the door in the haunted house before? How could my brother know that person? Why can't you tell me?

Tell me, what can you do?

The more I thought about it, the more I didn't understand, and even complained to him in my heart, he was the one who pulled me on this road in the first place, but now, it suddenly became like this, and it was him.

I've had enough.

Since when did we become like this?

If you really want to think about it, I'm afraid it's hard to think clearly for a while.

I shook my head, shook off these bad thoughts, and tried to keep my mind clear, now was not the time to think about these questions.

After the blood ball was blocked, the painter pushed hard with his cane, and flew towards Chen Qing in the opposite direction!

This is really unexpected, Chen Qing looked at the flying blood ball, turned sideways to dodge, the whole ball passed by, smashed on the mirror behind him, "snap" sound, the huge mirror was shattered, the broken glass fell down and smashed on the ground, the sound was extremely harsh!

After the blood ball was knocked out, Chen Qing began to attack fiercely, and dense blood cones flew out of the mirrors in all directions, crackling and smashing towards the painter!

The drawing paper around him was like a barrier, blocking all the raindrops of blood cones, and blood splashed in the air of the entire ghost domain, and the grimaces on the mirror laughed like crazy, like a hellish scene!

"Is that all the devil has to do?" Step by step, the painter slammed into the frenzied blood cone, all stopped by the drawing paper.

Drawing paper was flying all around, on which were painted human faces, they were crying and laughing, joyful and sad, and in different postures, and the blood cone hit the drawing paper, as if it hit the wall, it was bounced off the ground and shattered, and soon turned into blood.

These attacks are useless!

The painter walked over step by step, and soon came to Chen Qing's side, he smiled strangely, raised the crutch in his hand and lightly, impartially, and just touched Chen Qing's shoulder.

Suddenly, Chen Qing's body flashed suddenly, and it bounced out like a bow and arrow with a huge impact, and fell the mirror!

"It's not over yet..."While Chen Qing was not recovering, the painter ran over, the brush in his hand swayed, as if he had drawn a circle in the air, and laughed wildly: "Have you ever heard of painting the ground as a prison?!" Hahaha! ”

At the moment when he stopped writing, on the ground where Chen Qing was standing, a strange circle suddenly appeared, trapping Chen Qing's head inside!

"Not good!" When I saw this, my heart pounded.

Chen Qing was trapped inside, and was just about to move forward, as if there was a wall blocking the way, she frowned, looked at the painter opposite, and said nothing.

"You're a bad guy who doesn't like to talk..."The painter stood outside the circle, his face smiled coldly, and one of his exposed eyes stared at him very widely: "Do you know what this is?" If you're trapped inside, don't think about it..."

Before he could speak, Chen Qing's face was cold, and suddenly with a wave of his palm, he saw a large amount of blood gushing out of the mirror behind him with a "poof", like a flood, instantly covering the circle on the ground!

Blood rushed in, and in just a moment, the painter stood in place and didn't have time to react, and his face changed greatly: "How..."

Before he finished speaking, the surging blood water directly hit him, like a huge wave, and he couldn't dodge it at all!

The painter was washed out with the blood and fell to the ground, and the drawing paper was stained red with blood, like garbage floating on the sea, and all of it was useless at this moment.

He scolded angrily and struggled to get up, and before he could stand firmly, Chen Qing rushed to him, and at the same time, a large amount of blood in the air drilled towards the painter's body!

"What?!" The painter looked at the blood streaks on his body, and in a hurry, he hurriedly slapped it with his hands, but these things were like quicksand, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Damn it!" He scolded angrily, his expression seemed to be a little panicked, he didn't care about the blood that had penetrated into his body, he hurriedly picked up the crutches and paintbrushes on the ground, and stretched out his hands at the same time before Chen Qing made a second move!

The two ghost tools pointed at Chen Qing at the same moment, the crutches were pointed at Chen Qing's stomach, the paintbrush waved, and the word "death" seemed to be written in the air!

"Die!" The painter's image at the moment is extremely embarrassed, his hands holding two pairs of ghost tools are trembling, is it... He's also afraid of death?

With the painter's roar, Chen Qing's body touched by the two ghost tools suddenly stopped, as if it was still, and then there was no movement.

The whole surroundings seemed to be suddenly suspended, there was no movement, only the undulating panting sound of the painter, and Chen Qing stood in place, expressionless, like a dummy.

I hugged the fat boy, I didn't know what was going on, and I felt a chill down my spine, and I felt extremely uneasy.

Immediately afterwards, the first to make a sound was the painter, he suddenly screamed miserably, the ghost tool in his hand fell to the ground, and the whole person knelt down with a "plop", covering his chest, extremely painful, and began to vomit a lot in his mouth, full of red blood!

Then followed by the rapid cracking of the surrounding mirrors, the entire ghost domain space began to become fragmented, all the mirrors broke almost at the same time, and the ghost domain mirror instantly disintegrated!

Chen Qing stood in place, letting the mirror shatter and explode, her face was expressionless, and at the moment when the ghost domain disappeared, she turned into high heels with a "poof", and fell in a pool of blood without moving.

And the painter was still kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, looking extremely painful, and his whole body was trembling.

"In the end... What's going on? "I watched this scene, and I was stunned, standing in the small square of the amusement park, forgetting to breathe.

"Damn!!" The painter spat blood from his mouth and let out a roar that sounded extremely angry: "I will be hurt by a mere ghost!" Unforgivable! ”

After Chen Qing disappeared, a large amount of blood began to drill out of his body, swam to the high heels, and then gradually disappeared.

"Did the bloodshot get into his body and hurt him?" I watched him look in pain and gradually understood what was going on.