In the dim sky, mist surged, Ye Zhen sat cross-legged on the tallest building, with an unsheathed sword on his lap.

Ye Zhen looked blankly in one direction, his eyes full of fighting spirit, the strange bride was coming soon.

"Look at me, Mr. Ye, defeating all kinds of magic with one sword today."

The breeze blew by, blowing the tips of his hair, and his handsome face was full of indifference.

"In the past there was Lin Wudi who was invincible in the world, but now I have Ye Zhen who can kill ghosts and gods with one sword."

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Source of ghost paintings

The Tianhe is bright, the lake is sparkling, red lotuses are swaying, and a red boat is floating in it.

The stars were reflected in the water, and the red moon hung high. Lin Qian was lying in the boat, his eyes twinkling and his face expressionless.

Beside him, a bride wearing a wedding dress was leaning on him, and the wedding dress was spread all over the boat.

"When you're drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars?"

Lin Qian laughed and closed his eyes slightly, not paying attention to the strange bride lying on him. This was a ghost painting, not a real bride.

"When I wake up, it will be over."

As Lin Qian closed her eyes, the beautiful bride's body flashed with red light, slowly covering Lin Qian's body.

The supernatural begins, and the fight for control of the ghost painting starts from here.

The boat is drifting, the breeze blows, the wedding dress is blown, the waves are sparkling, the stars are in the eyes, and the Milky Way is in the world.

What a dream journey to Tianhe Wonderland.

As Lin Qian began to control ghost paintings, a strange change began to occur.

Dajing City, headquarters, basement.

Mr. Qin looked at an open gold box, which contained several faded and yellowed photos.

"Here we go, this guy moves really fast."

Mr. Qin had a smile on his face and reached out to take out the photo from the gold box.

But a strange scene occurred. Before Mr. Qin could take out the photos, they turned into ashes.

Mr. Qin's hand paused for a moment, then he suddenly realized and shook his head helplessly:

"It's really stingy to take back the supernatural power completely."

After pouring out all the ashes from the box, Mr. Qin stood up, turned and walked towards the basement.

"Since the Cunning Bride has gone to find Mr. Lin, I have to make some arrangements. Dajing City will not be peaceful next time."

Mr. Qin whispered softly, his voice so subtle that it was inaudible.

At the same time, in a grocery store, a middle-aged man looked at a book on the table with a smile on his face:

"Not a bad young man, he moves really fast."

The middle-aged man touched the name on the book and curved the corner of his mouth.

Painting: Lin Qian (time unknown)

Hungry: Lin Qian

"There is no possibility of failure in driving. Boy Lin is very good."

The middle-aged man looked up at the outside of the shop, looking very, very far away.

"Let's start. If the headquarters satisfies me this time, I can agree to Xiao Qin's request and sit in the headquarters."

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of smiles, and most of his disappointment about the Republic of China period had disappeared. That stupid woman was in power in the harem and messed around. If he hadn't been out of reality at that time, he would have killed her long ago.

You even declared war, and you would rather treat your allies than your domestic slaves.

When he came out, he was so angry when he heard this.

"You idiot, you don't want to deal with supernatural resurrection, you just want to control power."

The smile in the middle-aged man's eyes slowly disappeared, and his teeth started to itch when he thought of this woman.

"If I had known that she would be such a virtuous person, I would have killed her when she was a child, so as not to cause so much trouble."

The middle-aged man murmured to himself.

Because Lin Qian began to control ghost paintings, all the supernatural powers of ghost paintings in the world were taken away. Many people discovered that the paintings placed at home suddenly faded.

All turned into white drawings, like Zhang Xianguang, who was eye-to-eye with Nie Yingping in the tattoo parlor at the moment, when he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

I quickly took out a painting from my pocket, but the color on the painting had disappeared.

"Starting to drive? It's really fast."

After hearing Zhang Xianguang's words, Nie Yingping was expressionless and drank tea by himself.

He is too lazy to care about this now, the plan has failed, and the ghost painting is destined to be out of reach.

"Old Zhang, do you think we still need to block that passage?"

Zhang Xianguang put the painting aside casually, looking a little lonely:

"Why are we going? It's just the two of us. The rest are dead. Nothing can be solved if we go."

"It's better to go find Lin Qian after a while and ask him to take a look. Maybe he can solve it."

"You have a good idea. Just look at that boy's temper. If he knows you are not dead, he may not want to chase you to the end of the world."

Nie Yingping directly revealed the truth. He was not optimistic about Zhang Xianguang's behavior of going to Lin Qian to kill him.

"That's right. I tricked this guy quite a lot. He can have such a deep connection with the Bride of Deception. I have contributed a lot."

The corner of Nie Yingping's mouth twitched, and he was complaining in his heart. He had been doing it for a long time, and you know it.

"Forget it, if we fail, we will fail. Let's stop moving. Let's welcome the full recovery of supernatural beings honestly. If we can, we will do our part."

Zhang Xianguang sighed, feeling helpless.

"Well, judging from the current situation, that's all we have. Except for my success this time, neither you nor Chen Qiaoyang succeeded in our plan."

"You're lucky. Chen Qiaoyang basically died instantly. When I saw the Bride, my heart was numb."

Nie Yingping's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he was terrified.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the mysterious bride would become so terrifying. When I saw it before, it was still a mummified bride wearing a wedding dress."

"As a result, just a short time ago, it turned out like this. Who could have imagined that."

Zhang Xianguang picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. I plan to go back soon. Do you want to go with me?"

Hearing Zhang Xianguang's words, Nie Yingping's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Zhang Xianguang and felt something was wrong:

"Old Zhang, are you serious? You don't know the old man's temper. I'm afraid you will be beaten to death by him if you go back now."

"He has been trying to kill you since you were forty years old before you even let him hold your grandson. I met him once more than ten years ago, and I was almost beaten to death by him that time."

Having said this, Nie Yingping rubbed his neck subconsciously, then shook his head and stopped thinking about the horrific scene:

"If you want to go back and die, go alone. Don't drag me there. I just want to live a few more days."

Seeing Nie Yingping's unwillingness to go even to death, Zhang Xianguang let out a long sigh, thought for a while and said:

"Forget it then, I won't go back. My dad is getting older and is prone to misbehavior. I might really get beaten to death if I go back. When I was a kid, my dad would beat me very hard. If I was told to hang him up, I would be beaten to death.

The best thing is to hang him up and smoke him."

"I still won't get into trouble with this."

Speaking of his old man, Zhang Xianguang had a headache. He was the strongest in the previous era, but he couldn't change his temper.

Seeing that Zhang Xianguang gave up the idea of ​​going home, Nie Yingping nodded:

"Well, just think about it. You should stay here with me recently and stop running around. I'm afraid that the old man will be very angry recently and come over to beat you to death himself."

Zhang Xianguang:......

"Okay, what you said makes sense. I'll hide here with you until the old man forgets what happened recently."

Nie Yingping nodded, drank tea, looked at the darkness outside the door, his eyes were a little blurry, and he began to wander around.

Zhang Xianguang rubbed his cheeks and looked at the darkness outside the door, with some memories in his eyes, but more of a pity.

The plan that had been laid out for decades failed when it failed. There was no room for remediation, even if they had backup plans.

Zhang Xianguang let out a long breath, but suddenly his body suddenly stiffened, and then he stood up and ran away without saying a word. Nie Yingping didn't move at all, calmly put down the teacup, and walked aside silently, looking at his nose and eyes.

Heart.

"Run? If you can't run, I lose."

After hearing this, Zhang Xianguang stood up and slowly sat back.

"Dad, why are you here?"
To be continued...