Yu Zhile is looking forward to the day when he will say to someone, "Hello, my name is Yu Zhile." ”

Then who will laugh heartily after hearing this sentence.

In the Spirited Land, a gray ghost invaded the place guarded by countless old antiques.

An attic with a red lantern was pushed open by a pair of dry hands.

A gray ghost appears outside the attic.

The bride in a red wedding dress walked out of the attic and into the ghost that belonged to her.

The lanterns in the attic flickered, and the red light flickered slightly, as if they were bidding farewell to the departing beauty.

As the beauty was shrouded in gray, the gray disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared in this terrifying land.

In an old mansion, an old man with gray hair had sparkling eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

……

Today's ghost paintings are very lively, at least much more lively than before.

"Look, that thing is the daughter-in-law that my grandfather found for me, do you think my grandfather is good to me?"

Yu Zhile pointed to a piece of sky in the distance, and in the sky, a woman dressed in white with a blurred face rushed towards this side with a gray face.

Behind the gray clouds, a thin man quickly chased after him with a candle with a golden base.

Ye Zhen looked up at the strange woman who couldn't see her face clearly, and touched her chin, "Ye feels that your grandfather is still weird, but he may not have considered whether your family will be dead." ”

He Yin'er looked at the woman, the woman who was obviously the source of the ghost painting, and fell silent.

Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping were both stunned, and the two looked at the ghost painting and then at Yu Zhile, and sympathy appeared in their eyes.

This baby is too miserable.

Yu Zhile grinned, and seemed to be very happy, but he didn't know whether he was happy that his daughter-in-law came to him as soon as he came in, or whether he was happy that his daughter-in-law was bullied and knew to look for him.

No one knows about this.

"It's not impossible to be Ning Caichen." Zhang Xianguang was silent for a while and said.

Nie Yingping nodded, "Indeed, I think it's okay, white skin, beautiful and long legs, rich, beautiful and powerful, what white and rich and beautiful, weak and explosive." ”

“……”

He Yin'er listened to the words of the two, and the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Thorn~!

Ye Zhen moved his neck for a moment, and then suddenly pulled out the thin sword at his waist.

He saw a man, a very tall man.

The man disgusted him.

"Ye Zhen, don't worry, let's go and contain the ghost painting first, the kings abroad, let's come."

Yu Zhile pressed Ye Zhen's sword-holding hand, squinting at the four people who appeared in the distance.

After the thin man, four people appeared again.

A woman who looks like a porcelain doll, a short man with clown makeup.

An old man with his hands always raised, and a middle-aged man with a short knife and a cold and dead expression.

Twins, clowns, killers, coffin bearers.

Four kings, and the lean man, the painter, five kings.

It seems that foreign countries are bound to get ghost paintings.

Ye Zhen frowned, thought about it and nodded.

The next moment, the blue-blue ghost snake unfolded, quickly heading towards the surrounding cover.

Ye Zhen rushed towards the ghost painting as if he flashed.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping were stunned for a moment, "Can he open a ghost?" ”

Yu Zhile thought about it for a while, and then knew the reason, "He replaced the suppression of the ghost painting with the sword I gave him. ”

He Yin'er was shocked, is this okay?

This guy is so strong?

"It's not easy to replace the dead." Zhang Xianguang commented sincerely.

"I'll help you kill one, you can leave that doll woman alone, you can't kill her, she's not a threat, I'll kill the clown, one minute at most."

"I'm going to do my own thing after I'm done."

"Try to be careful."

Saying that, Yu Zhile glanced at He Yin'er, was silent for a while, and said, "Please take care of her, she is slower to summon spirits." ”

"Well said." Zhang Xianguang pulled out the machete on his waist.

Nie Yingping tidied up his clothes.

Yu Zhile nodded, "Grandma said that it is better to be nice to women, especially to you, grandma admires you very much, but unfortunately she can't see you." ”

“？？？” He Yin'er had a question mark on her face.

"Where did you come from, grandma?"

Yu Zhile shrugged his shoulders, "You were born with it, don't you?" ”

He Yin'er stopped talking, she didn't want to speak anymore.

Yu Zhile didn't speak again, and his body began to exude a cold aura.

His body gradually moistened, and a cold breath emerged.

Droplets of water appeared on his clothes, at first a little, but eventually more and more.

The droplets fell to the ground and quickly formed a small puddle.

With the appearance of the puddle, the flesh and blood on Yu Zhile's chest parted strangely.

A beautiful human face appeared in the eyes of several people.

Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping looked at that face, beautiful, very beautiful, beautiful and not like words.

This face Zhang Xianguang has seen, it is He Yuelian's face, a face created by his own hands.

Now, the true source of that face has emerged.

A human face appears, and a corpse cut into three pieces is thrown out of the human face.

The three of them looked at the corpse, it was a ghost, but the level of horror was low.

This ghost is placed here and cannot be said to be useless, but it is really useless.

They were a little curious about what Yu Zhile was going to do with this ghost.

Thump~!

Three bodies fell into the puddle without making a splash.

Yu Zhile stared straight at the puddle, as if waiting for something, and suddenly, he reached into the puddle violently, grabbed the ghost who had just fallen in, and then re-imprisoned it and entered the face.

After doing all this, Yu Zhile seemed to be much more relaxed.

"That's right, what's the use of this level of horror?"

Yu Zhile muttered, and a piece of darkness diffused out of his body, quickly moving towards the distance.

Zhang Xianguang, Nie Yingping, and He Yin'er looked at Yu Zhile blankly.

No, how can you do it?

"Do you want me to give you a ride?"

The ghost snake quickly enveloped several people, and they were in the middle of a city, a city made of ghost paintings.

There is still a long way to go from those kings.

The black ghost snake turned into a black line in the air, and headed straight for the kings who were chasing the ghost paintings.

"How did you do that?" Zhang Xianguang asked in surprise in the ghost.

The remaining two stared at Yu Zhile in unison, waiting for his answer.

"The ghost's ability just now is to deceive people, but the level of terror is very low, which means that it can't deceive too scary ghosts."

"The ability of the ghost lake is to learn, I put the deceitful ghost in the ghost lake, and the ghost lake has the ability to deceive people."

"And the horror level of the ghost lake is higher than that of the deceitful ghost, so it can fool very scary ghosts."

"So, I lied to this ghost with a ghost in me, and the ghost that lied to it was not suppressed, and then that's it."

Yu Zhile explained casually.

The three of them listened to Yu Zhile's explanation, the corners of their mouths twitched, and three words instantly appeared in their minds, this is okay?

"You're very thoughtful." Zhang Xianguang nodded a little stiffly.

"You'll find out later." Yu Zhile has a strong killing intent in his eyes, and with the law of killing people and ghosts, what he can do is not just open ghosts.

The king in the distance suddenly stopped.

The painter hesitated for a moment and then stopped, looking up at the ghost that slammed into the source of the ghost painting, and there was some confusion in his eyes.

How did this person open the ghost?

And this person, how did he also open the ghost?

Four people appeared in front of several kings.

Zhang Xianguang, Nie Yingping, Yu Zhile, He Yin'er.

Four against five, it looks like the odds are a little small.

He Yin'er looked at the five weird guys opposite, hesitated and retreated behind Zhang Xianguang, and began to summon spirits.

"Dear Mr. Yu, we meet again, are you okay?" The clown's dry laugh rang out, and he looked at the four people who suddenly appeared, with fear in his eyes.

At this moment, Yu Zhile was drenched all over, looking like he was about to revive a ghost.

"It's not bad, I didn't get eaten by those mouths, aren't you disappointed?" Yu Zhile also showed a smile.

"How so? I can hope that Mr. Yu is alive and well, how can I think of you dying? Mr. Yu's like this, it really hurts my heart. The clown showed a sad look, as if he had been hurt by Yu Zhile.

"Is that so? That's really mistaking you. Yu Zhile said a little apologetically, but suddenly asked a question, "Our dear Mr. Clown, can I ask you a question?" ”

The clown was slightly stunned, but after thinking about it, he still nodded, "Mr. Yu, you said." ”

"May I ask Mr. Clown, do you know that you are actually dead?" The question asked by Yu Zhile made everyone present stunned.

The clown was the first to froze.

Then he reacted, "Mr. Yu, what are you talking nonsense, aren't I good here?" How could it be dead? ”

"No, you're dead, but you forgot, don't you want to think about it anymore?" Yu Zhile shook his head and looked at the clown sincerely.

The clown frowned slightly, as if there was something more in his head, something he had forgotten.

But he couldn't think of anything, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't remember.

Subconsciously, he had already begun to think about what he had forgotten.

And when he thought about it, the pupils of everyone present shrank.

I saw the clown at this moment, and a coldness suddenly appeared on his body, and his body was rapidly breeding corruption.

A corpse stench quietly emerged, and the clown's face gradually became dead and silent.

An aura that only ghosts possess is gradually appearing, and it is rapidly replacing the aura that belongs to the clown.

It was an aura called dead silence, an aura that can only be found in the dead.

The clown is dying!

"Joker! Wake up! ”

The painter whispered.

The clown looked up at the painter a little blankly, "What's wrong?" Mr. Painter? ”

Seeing this scene, the painter's pupils shrank, and his heart chuckled.

"Look at yourself!"

When the clown heard this, as if he had finally reacted, he hurriedly checked his body, his heart suddenly sank, and he quickly began to suppress the revival of the ghost.

"It's late." Yu Zhile looked at the clown coldly.

As if to make an announcement, the clown suddenly stopped, and the look in his eyes disappeared completely.

He just stood there, the coldness spreading rapidly around him.

The four kings quickly moved away from the jester.

Thorn~!

A withered hand eerily sticks out of the clown's chest and grabs the clown's face.

only heard a stabbing sound, and the clown's face full of makeup was directly torn off.

Dark red granulations drooped.

Thump~!

The clown fell to the ground.

The Joker died, dying from the revival of the ghost.

"What did you do?" The painter looked at Yu Zhile with a solemn expression.

"I didn't do anything, I just lied to him." Yu Zhile said lightly.

"Liar?"

"Yes, it's a lie, I lied to him that he was dead, I lied to him that the ghost on him was not silent, he lied that the ghost had been resurrected, and then he died."

"This man is really not deceived." Yu Zhile shook his head, not caring at all about the increasingly wet body on his body.

When he uses the ability to deceive ghosts, he is actually using the supernatural spirit of the ghost lake.

Only the ghost lake can trick an alien to death.

The painter was silent, the killer's eyes narrowed slightly, and the coffin bearer looked at Yu Zhile curiously.

"See? Be careful that I lie to you, the coffin has already landed. Yu Zhile suddenly looked up at the coffin bearer.

The coffin bearer's face changed slightly, "You...... How do you know. ”

Dryness, as if there was sand in the throat, and then the sound was made.

At this moment, Yu Zhile's danger level was mentioned by him to the highest.

"Alice." The painter glanced at the doll-like woman.

Alice didn't speak, and the figure disappeared suddenly, along with the clown's body.

Yu Zhile didn't move, just watched, and then he said, "You said, did she really take away Mr. Clown's body?" ”

"If so, then who is the corpse standing next to me?"

Yu Zhile pointed to his side, and he didn't know when the clown's body was standing next to him.

"What did Alice take with you?" The cold voice of the killer, who had not spoken, sounded.

"What else could it be? Of course it's a ghost, a ghost who has fully recovered and kills people irregularly for the time being. Yu Zhile said.

The killer looked grim.

The painter's face was not very good-looking, and the eyes of the coffin bearer turned slightly.

What the hell is this Yu Zhile?

"I died once, it wasn't a clown, it was a ghost, a ghost controlled by Yu Zhile." Alice reappeared, her expression still the same as before, but the coolness on her body was a little heavier.

At this moment, the four of them were like facing a great enemy.

Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping glanced at each other, thinking in their hearts, what is the significance of them here?

He Yin'er was still there snorting and snorting spirits.

"Oops, I'll go." A young man fell from the sky and fell straight to the ground.

The young man took the rusty sword and touched his head, the rot on his body was rapidly disappearing.

He looked around and sighed, "Huh? Why haven't you fought yet? ”

Yu Zhile looked at Ye Zhen who fell, and looked up not far away, "I'm thinking about a question, you fight with the ghost painting, it is impossible for the ghost painting to beat you, how did you fall down?" ”

The supernatural confrontation is not a fist-to-flesh fight, how can there be a situation where the ghost painting slaps Ye Zhen away?

He was puzzled.

"Ahem, disappointed, I didn't look at the road when I walked, and I accidentally fell down, you hit yours, Ye beat Ye." Ye Zhen was a little embarrassed, stood up and patted his clothes, unfolded the ghost snake and rushed towards the ghost painting again.

Before leaving, he slashed a sword directly at the killer.

The killer's face suddenly changed, and in his sight, a rusty thin sword appeared, slashing straight at him.

Without hesitation, Alice stood in front of the killer.

The next moment, Alice's body was directly split in half.

In the blink of an eye, Alice's body vanished, then reappeared, continuing to stand in the way of the killer.

This was repeated more than a dozen times before the rusty sword no longer appeared.

The killer looked up into the distance with palpitations, who is this guy?

"It's enough for vegetables."

"Lao Zhang, they will be handed over to you, clown, I will solve it, by the way, be careful of a cane and voice, that is the manor lord and missionary who are supporting outside, and they are also aliens."

Yu Zhile patted Zhang Xianguang's shoulder, took the clown's corpse, and rushed towards the city.

If the aliens that can threaten their consciousness are solved, they will be much more relaxed.

He just talked so much nonsense, and the time he bought was enough.

He Yin'er succeeded in summoning spirits, and they all died.

He specially asked He Yin'er to summon Zhang Daoling first, and then Li Qingzhi.

This time, I want to leave all these kings here.

He was going to find the coffin, and then forcibly shut down the entrance and exit of the ghost painting.

As long as he finds the coffin that doesn't exist, then Ye Zhen can pull out his hand.

When the time comes, the king will die quickly, quickly.

"These kings are so weak, why would the future captain deal with it so much?"

"I really don't understand, even I can trick a king to death, how weak does this have to be?"

Yu Zhile muttered, and then disappeared in place.

Zhang Xianguang smiled, "This kid doesn't have any knowledge of his own strength. ”

Nie Yingping shook his head, "Why do I feel like he feels weak all the time?" Why is that? Who gave him the illusion? ”

"Who else could it be? My father's old antiques, this kid has been a ghost rider since he became a ghost handler, most of the encounters are old antiques, if it were me, I felt that I was weak, not that those old antiques were too strong. Zhang Xianguang said helplessly.

"So, that's true." Nie Yingping nodded strangely.

"It's been a long time since I did it, I can't be ashamed this time, if I die here, I guess I'll have to be laughed at by that kid for the rest of my life." Zhang Xianguang said as he raised his knife and slashed at the king who was always holding his hands up.

The coffin bearer's expression instantly became solemn, and he put his hand down suddenly.

Thorn~!

A crack appeared, and something that could not be seen resisted Zhang Xianguang's attack.

"This coffin is kind of interesting." Zhang Xianguang became interested, and the knife was raised again.

The coffin bearer's face changed slightly.

The killer hesitated for a while, and quickly ran towards Zhang Xianguang, and the painter took out a painting and pressed it directly to the ground.

Alice, one of the twins, silently helps her teammates suffer damage.

The confrontation began.

(End of chapter)