A huge portrait is in the air.

The missionary and the painter suddenly joined forces, and strangely appeared behind Li Hui, and the huge portrait directly covered Li Hui's entire person.

As the missionary and the painter appeared, they suddenly became two floating portraits on two other streets in the distance.

This is clearly the ability of the painter.

The supernatural mastery of the painter is very special, and the ghost domain is also extremely powerful, even if it is a real ghost painting, he has the ability to invade it.

It's just that the characteristics of ghost paintings make it basically impossible to be imprisoned, which has led to the reason why ghost paintings have wandered around abroad over the years, but they have never been restricted from being imprisoned.

But this only shows the horror and weirdness of ghost paintings, and it does not mean that foreign ghost handlers are incompetent, especially top ghost handlers like kings......

Not long ago, the painter found the missionary, and the two joined forces, and then tried to block Li Hui's perception by leaving a portrait, and then the painter led the missionary to invade the place where Li Hui was.

But at this time, seeing that Li Hui's figure was involved in the portrait as he expected, the painter's face did not show the slightest joy, but said with a great change in expression:

"Damn, it's not his nature, we're fooled!"

I saw that Li Hui, who was caught up in the portrait, disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace.

The painter, who is the owner of the portrait, sensed that this is not that Li Hui has fled, but has dissipated directly, which is obviously not Li Hui's body, but like those figures in the city, they are all products derived from the supernatural.

"So what now?"

The missionary's face was also extremely ugly, and his eyes looked around, trying to find out where Li Hui really was.

"Get out of here first!"

The painter said in a solemn tone: "The supernatural intensity controlled by that person is terrifying, it is like controlling a complete ghost painting, if we continue to stay, we will be consumed here alive sooner or later." ”

Li Hui's strength shocked the painter, but even so, he still had the confidence to be able to evacuate.

Maybe it's because of the ability related to 'painting', or something else, in short, the supernatural nature of ghost painting is not very limited to him, and the painter is confident that he can get out of this ghost realm.

On the contrary, he didn't have the confidence to survive if he stayed here, and this was just the beginning of the confrontation, there were already casualties on their side, the twins were dismembered, and the noble lady was also suppressed by Ye Zhen.

Among the rest, Simon and the owner of the manor are still fighting back, but there is also a faint tendency to fall into the disadvantage, and the gravediggers have not been in danger from the beginning, so it seems that the safest king in the city in the painting is themselves at present.

"Take the lord of the manor with them, and evacuate first, as for the noble lady and the twins, there is no time to take care of them for the time being."

The painter thinks quickly in his mind.

At present, the situation has not reached the point where it is completely out of control, so that the owner of the manor will not be left behind with Simon, and only the missionaries will flee.

It's just that before the painter could actually take action, Li Hui's voice suddenly came from behind them, just like when he attacked 'Li Hui' before.

"Don't you think it's too late to leave now?"

Along with the voice, there was a nail the thickness of a baby's arm, covered with rust and mottled.

It was the coffin nail that Li Hui had obtained from under the Hongfa Temple!

Poof!

The speed of the nails in the coffin was so fast that even though the painter had been on guard, he did not have time to react superfluously.

The sharp end of the coffin nail pierced directly into the middle of the artist's forehead, and most of the coffin nail was pierced into the flesh and bones.

Moment.

The painter's whole body froze in place, and all the spirits in his body fell silent, like a stiff corpse, without any vitality, and his body was lifeless.

"...... this?"

The missionaries were surprised by this sudden scene, especially the coffin nail on the painter's head, which gave him a very familiar feeling.

"It's the coffin nail, but isn't it in the hands of the painter, not long ago in order to deal with the devil sealed the nail together in a golden container, before this trip the painter also deliberately said that he couldn't bring the coffin nail."

"But how could the coffin nail suddenly appear here, still in that person's hand, could it be that there is more than one nail in such a terrifying way?"

The missionary recognized the coffin nail nailed to the painter's forehead.

To be exact.

It was he who knew that the painter had an identical nail in his hand, whether it was a pattern, or a shape, or something else, and even the rust was the same mottled and unbearable, just like the nail that had been driven into the painter's head at the moment.

It's just that the painter's nails are used to restrain a terrifying ghost, which is so special that the coffin nails cannot be used until it is sent to the ghost ship.

At least that's what the painter had said to them before, and they didn't know if that was the case with the missionaries.

"The coffin nail is too terrifying, enough to be the key to a battle, and it must not be allowed to return to that person."

Time.

The missionary's face was cloudy.

But in the next moment.

The missionary reached out and tried to pull the nail out of the painter's head, which he knew very well, and if he pulled it out, the painter would recover, and the nail would be used by him in turn.

Just before he could touch the nail of the coffin.

A figure appeared out of thin air on the side, the man was holding an old firewood knife in his hand, and the moment he appeared, the firewood knife in his hand slashed down towards the missionary's body.

If this knife is slashed, with the horror of the ghost wood knife, the missionary's body will be dismembered in half in an instant.

"Damn it!"

Looked at.

The missionary was shocked.

The whole person subconsciously retreated backwards, wanting to dodge this horizontal knife, he and the painter saw the picture of the twins being dismembered before, and knew that this wood knife was terrible, and had the ability to dismember the supernatural.

But as soon as he retreated, there was no longer any possibility of pulling out the coffin nails, and the opportunity was lost, and a huge oil painting stood horizontally in front of the painter.

This is a portrait of a person.

Standing at the front is Li Hui, behind him there are more than 30 other figures of different appearances, among them are men and women, old and young, wearing costumes of different periods, the whole oil painting looks extremely strange.

Then.

An even spookier scene happened.

The figures in the painting moved in unison, and then walked out of the portrait and appeared on the top floor of the building.

The originally empty space on the top floor gradually became crowded because of the sudden appearance of more than 30 figures.

"Yang Xiao, this person is handed over to you."

Li Hui glanced at the missionary coldly, and then ignored him, as if in his eyes, the other party was already a dead man.

And that's exactly what happened.

The strength of the missionary is indeed not weak, and he has the strength of the top ghost riders of the new generation, but at this stage, he is still defeated by Yang Xiao and other souls.

"Boy, don't be too happy, do you really think that I can't do it?" The missionary's face turned hideous, and the old and withered book in his hand rattled.

There was no wind around, and the missionaries didn't turn over the books, but the pages of the books moved quickly.

You can clearly see that there are terrifying and strange outlines printed on the paper of the old book, as if a ghost is stored on each piece of paper.

"Are you ready to fight hard?"

This unusual scene caught Li Hui's attention slightly, but he only glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

The missionary's opponent was Yang Xiao and others, not himself.

On group fighting.

He's serious!

"It turns out that the coffin nail is in your hand."

Then Li Hui set his eyes on the painter on the side, to be precise, on an object in the painter's hand.

It was an old hammer, carried in the artist's hand.

The hammer did not match the painter's, because the painter was slightly thin, dressed like a vagabond, and carried a heavy hammer in his hand.

But it is precisely because of this outfit that Li Hui has solved a question in Li Hui's heart.

Before that, he had been thinking about a question, that is, who was the king with the coffin nail in his hand during the national war.

Li Hui remembered that it didn't seem to be described in detail in the original book, only that Lin Bei's mirror world was invaded by a powerful ghost domain, and then the whole person was nailed by a coffin nail, and then his head was smashed by a sledgehammer......

But the number of kings who appeared at that time was only those, and the most likely were only the painter, the banker, and the prison warden, and they were also the three with the most vague ability descriptions in the original book.

Now it seems.

The king with the nail in his coffin was a painter.

Because of this, Li Hui nailed him to death with a coffin nail, originally he planned to attack the lord of the manor, but the actions of the painter and the missionaries made him set his first target on the painter.

Because the painter is definitely one of the seriously underestimated kings in the original book, the feeling of being nailed to the coffin and then smashed on the head by a hammer Li Hui doesn't want to feel it again anyway.

Thinking.

Li Hui stepped forward and began to grope for the painter's body.

There are only three in the world, and if you can get two at once, then the harvest this time will be really too big.

"No?"

However, even though Li Hui rubbed the painter's whole body, he couldn't find the coffin nail.

"Haven't painters at this stage obtained the coffin nail that exists abroad?"

This was Li Hui's first reaction after the search, as for whether it was possible that the painter did not bring the coffin nail, this idea did not appear in Li Hui's mind at all.

Six or seven kings were dispatched in a row, such a lineup can be imagined how much attention the other party attaches to it, and it is on the other side of the ocean, not the main venue of the king's organization, if there is really a supernatural object like a coffin nail that can be hammered out, how can the painter not bring it with him.

However, Li Hui was not too disappointed.

Although it was a little regrettable for him not to get a second coffin nail, the old hammer in the artist's hand was also a supernatural item, which was a good bonus.

Contrast it with.

The supernatural mastery of the painter himself is a fortune, and he has the ability to invade the ghost domain of seventy percent of ghost paintings, and at this stage, there are not many ghost masters who can do this.

Meanwhile.

The missionary battle with the souls of the dead begins.

The book in his hand was turned to a blank page of paper, and soon the picture began to appear on the paper, and the outline of Li Hui's figure began to emerge gradually, but the process seemed to be very slow, as if there was an invisible strange force interfering with this process.

And as time passed, the outline of Li Hui on the book paper changed, and the phantom of the last mobile phone-style appeared in it.

"What's going on?" The missionary looked at Li Hui, who had no reaction from the outside world, and felt a little puzzled, as if he did not understand how the other party had dodged his attack.

Obviously, Li Hui just stood there and kept looking at the painter's corpse, and there was no superfluous movement other than that......

In the midst of this, the missionaries switched the way they attacked.

The book in his hand flipped quickly.

With his actions, a series of hideous and terrifying black shadows floated out of the book in the missionary's hand, and then quickly invaded towards the place where Li Hui was.

It's a terrifying ghost.

It's just that before these powerful ghosts could get close to Li Hui's body, they were all blocked, and it was the group of dead souls led by Yang Xiao who did it.

At this moment, they exuded a coldness all over their bodies, and the whole person became extremely weird.

From the outside, most of the ghosts were almost indistinguishable from the real ghosts, and they quickly approached the missionary's location, preparing to kill the missionary, and the ghosts released from the books were also stopped by these ghosts.

As for Yang Xiao, who is the leader.

I didn't see any movement from him, just standing there, the supernatural that belonged to the ghost dream began to affect the missionary's consciousness, and an irresistible sleepiness emerged, making the missionary's thinking begin to blur at this moment.

The other side.

Li Hui did not choose to intervene in the confrontation between the missionary and the soul, and he disappeared directly on the top floor of the building with the painter's body.

"Every supernatural item has unknown rules, just like a taboo, if you don't know the rules and touch it without permission, I'm afraid that in the end, you won't even know how you died."

Li Hui, who came to another street in the city with the painter's corpse, looked at the old hammer in the painter's hand and thought secretly.

With the thought of him.

A figure appeared, reaching out and grabbing the old hammer in the painter's hand.

This is a figure that looks exactly like Li Hui, and under Li Hui's gaze, the figure successfully took the hammer from the painter's hand, and then carried it in his own hand.

During this time, there was no danger, and there was no such terrible rule that Li Hui had expected, as if the figure was holding an ordinary hammer in his hand.

"Isn't it dangerous to simply touch and pick it up?" Li Hui's eyes moved slightly, and he already had a plan in his heart.

Then he looked to the other side of the street.

At this time, there was a group of people at the other end of the street who were constantly rushing towards a figure, and from Li Hui's perspective, it could be clearly seen that the besieged was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, who was the owner of the manor organized by the king.

(End of chapter)