Zhao Ziliang's whole body was shaking, not only because of his injuries, but also because of the terrifying ghost in front of him.
He still can't understand what Shen Lin did. The madman personally released a ghost that was so terrifying that it made him cringe.
Zhao Ziliang was even thinking about the possibility of running away.
After thinking for a long time, I decided to give up.
First of all, this shabby village might be full of ghosts now, especially the ghost sedan and the half corpse. He didn't want to touch them even if he died.
Secondly, he didn't want to offend Shen Lin. Up to now, Zhao Ziliang had no doubts about Shen Lin's abilities and was even a little impressed by him. In order to prevent Shen Lin from settling accounts in the future, he kept thinking carefully.
If you can't beat them, just join. It's so simple.
While her thoughts were in turmoil, the dust near the hole was shaking, as if the Republican woman in the hole was struggling violently, very restless.
This made Zhao Ziliang a little uneasy. He once confronted this ghost through the gap in the golden coffin. In his heyday, his ghost skin almost collapsed.
Seeing that this ghost seemed to be getting out of the hole and waking up, Zhao Ziliang was ready to make a move.
The cracked wounds all over his body were constantly flowing with yellow-brown liquid, exuding a strong fishy smell.
There may be sweat in there, and it may be cold sweat.
There was no movement near the pothole for the time being, but what happened just now didn't seem to be fake.
It's more like the calm before the storm.
Zhao Ziliang gritted his teeth and cautiously approached the direction of the pothole.
He did not forget what Shen Lin had told him before leaving.
Take a good look here.
If I understand correctly, this also means to be optimistic about the ghost in front of me.
Shen Lin seemed to have suppressed the evil ghost in front of him in some incomprehensible way. If so, he seemed to have room for maneuver.
Zhao Ziliang was saying to himself.
He carefully approached the pothole and stood two meters away.
This is a safe distance so that you can take action at any time and escape at any time.
The scene fell into silence. Zhao Ziliang stood motionless and looked at the ghost in front of him. He remained extremely alert.
"Bang~"
In this silence, any sound was like an explosion. Zhao Ziliang quickly looked in the direction of the sound source, preparing to take action.
The source of the sound seemed to be some distance away from him, and it disappeared after this sound, which made Zhao Ziliang breathe a sigh of relief.
When he turned his head, his pupils dilated and his heart skipped a beat.
If he read it correctly, this fierce ghost was a little different from before.
Eye! The other party closed his eyes tightly when he was suppressed, but now he opened them.
With its white eyes and streaks of black threads, it stared straight ahead, moving every move.
It's almost like...
Looking at myself!
Fear enveloped Zhao Ziliang. He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, and a cold air could not stop coming out of his back.
I hope nothing happens, but I hope nothing happens!
Having come this far, looking at Shen Lin's posture, he must have some kind of solution.
This is the last step. He, Zhao Ziliang, must not fall in this last step.
His breathing was rapid, his teeth were clenched, and he didn't even dare to blink his eyes.
Zhao Ziliang is doing his best to protect everything.
A gust of wind seemed to blow out of thin air all around, which made Zhao Ziliang, who was nervous, take action reflexively. When his attack was about to arrive, he realized that there was a person standing in front of him.
Shen Lin!
If there are several manifestations of tears in the eyes, then Zhao Ziliang's current one must be one of them.
He even wanted to shout, "You are back, ancestor."
No matter how reluctant he was to admit it, Zhao Ziliang completely recognized the Fengmen Village incident and regarded Shen Lin as the backbone of the incident.
Now that Shen Lin appeared, he almost breathed a sigh of relief.
There is a feeling that everything is finally okay, which feels ridiculous, but it is.
Zhao Ziliang wanted to ask something excitedly, but saw Shen Lin step forward and push him aside without even thinking of talking to him.
The suppression was still there, and there were no signs of struggle near the pothole. The ghost mother's suppression was better than she had imagined.
This made Shen Lin breathe a sigh of relief.
The plan went better than he imagined.
On the chest, the ghost figure has been completely divided into two halves under the horror of the half corpse. The two halves of the ghost figure that are a puzzle to each other seem to maintain some kind of connection, and are moving closer to the middle and merging.
But Shen Lin would not give them such a chance.
All is ready except for the opportunity.
The bone pen in his hand moved, and Shen Lin extended the tip of the pen to half of the ghost form without hesitation.
The ghost pawnshop gave him a chance to use this bone pen, and also gave him a chance to control the ghost.
This opportunity should be in this scene!
The tip of the pen settles, turning ghosts into ink.
The ghost phase melted like liquid and was gradually absorbed by the bone pen.
Everything went as smoothly as planned.
Five seconds, ten seconds, half a minute, one minute.
Until half of the liquid ghost phase was completely absorbed, Shen Lin suddenly raised his pen and moved forward.
The preparation work has ended, and things have reached the most critical node, which is also the most important node.
If you succeed, you will ride on the wind; if you fail, you will be completely defeated.
He wants to transform into a ghost!
That stroke was made without hesitation.
The tip of the pen landed firmly in front of the ghost mother's eyebrows.
This scene is frozen.
So similar to everything in that photo.
One hand holds a bone pen, which seems to come from the sky to draw the woman's eyebrows.
Shen Lin's writing was very steady, and he felt great, as if he had gone through countless trainings, as if he was born with the ability to draw pictures.
That brushstroke traced the ghost mother's eyebrows, and Shen Lin saw that the ghost's skin that had been traced by the stroke of the brush was healed in a manner visible to the naked eye, and remained intact as before.
Apart from being pale, the skin is almost the same as that of ordinary people.
What's happening here? Shen Lin was stunned.
Just think of it as inevitable in the painting, with the arrow on the string, there is no room for too much consideration.
Shen Lin picked up his pen and took action again.
At this moment, the ghost mother's eyes full of whites seemed to be moving, and her eyelids were slightly raised, as if she was looking at Shen Lin.
That look made Shen Lin's scalp numb.
A terrifying aura erupted at the same time, and Shen Lin was almost out of breath due to the suppression. The ground around the suppressed ghost mother actually trembled, and cracks started to form at the edge of the pothole.
Shen Lin's eyes were about to burst. Everything in his brain storm made him quickly realize what the current situation represented.
Puzzle Request!
He can control the ghost mother and use the ghost mother as an extension of the ghostly appearance puzzle.
The ghost mother can naturally suppress the ghost aspect in this process and use herself as the core of the puzzle.
Li Gui's puzzle pieces are inherently mutually exclusive, and this phenomenon is normal.
Shen Lin gritted his teeth. He had to speed up the progress. The ghost funeral and the suppression of this cemetery were still there. If the painting could be completed before all this.
With the linkage between the ghost puzzle pieces, coupled with the ghost funeral and the suppression ability of this cemetery, he may be able to take the initiative.
Shen Lin picked up the pen and moved it again. This stroke was placed between the eyebrows. The ghost mother under the pen trembled, as if she was violently resisting all this.
With one stroke, starting from the center of the eyebrow and extending to the left, the cracked skin disappeared again and became smooth and white.
Jigsaw's request cannot be understood. The ability of the ghost phase seems to fit well with the ghost mother, especially since he once transformed into the ghost mother. This fit may be even higher.
Use ghosts to draw images, and then transform them into images.
This idea is too crazy.
The cracks in the earth continued, and the ghost mother's struggle became more intense.
Shen Lin's third stroke landed on the bridge of his nose. When that stroke passed by, the outline of the ghost mother's original appearance could barely be seen.
The smiling face slowly began to overlap with that of the woman in the photo, as if they were reappearing across time. This phenomenon was both wonderful and frightening.
Shen Lin's fourth stroke starts from the tip of his nose.
Since then, the transformation has lasted for more than half, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, and a stiff smile gradually appears on Shen Lin's face.
The fifth stroke, starting from below the nose and above the lips, Shen Lin was about to finish the stroke.
At that moment, the ground beneath his feet exploded, and a pair of withered hands with a bluish-black color rushed out of the cage and grabbed Shen Lin's legs while he was stunned.
The force seemed to be very strong, and Shen Lin could already hear the cracking of bones.
He was glad that his body looked more like a corpse now, otherwise the blow alone would have been enough to make him miserable.
He was even more fortunate that the ghost mother's ability was still being suppressed. Otherwise, according to past experience, he would have been eroded by the ghost's power the moment he touched her, and then the terror would crush him.
Shen Lin gritted his teeth, the suppression of the pothole was disappearing, and the appearance of the bone pen stimulated the ghost mother even more.
All this won't last long, maybe in a minute, maybe in half a minute, the ghost mother will be completely out of trouble.
He had to hurry up.
The sixth stroke started from the bright red lips and was completed very quickly. Shen Lin became more and more familiar with this process after using the pen several times.
At the same time, the ghost mother's body seemed to be rising slowly, reaching her waist.
The seventh stroke started from under the lips. At the moment of life and death, Shen Lin's hand was still steady.
Being timid can't solve any problems, he is trying his best to accomplish all this.
The eighth stroke, the last stroke, fell on the chin.
The moment the pen tip settled down, a dim red light erupted from Shen Lin's body, and his hand that had not moved directly pressed down on the ghost mother who was about to escape.
The remaining power of the ghost is being released.
With his mind divided, he had to get it done.
The moment the stroke was completed, the hole in front of him completely exploded.
With Zhao Ziliang's trembling body, the ghost mother escaped from the trap, just like an unparalleled demon king that escaped from the trap, and anyone could feel its bloodthirsty desire.
Terror struck at that moment.
Shen Lin's calm eyes finally showed a trace of panic, and he gritted his teeth.
Did it fall short in the end?
Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, it was a throbbing in his chest.
On the chest, the originally split ghost form suddenly collapsed and reorganized into thousands of lines. When it reappeared, it already looked like a complete upside-down ghost.
Even though he was a smaller upside-down ghost, Shen Lin felt stronger than before.
No! He did not fail!
He succeeded!
Facing the dark night, Shen Lin smiled wildly.
