I did not experience a mysterious revival!

Chapter 19 Funeral Garment and Demon Fang

If you want to be the boss, you naturally need to have the demeanor of a boss!

Ye Feng was very confident in his own strength and had experienced Lin Yuan's methods before, so he did not think that the supernatural force was particularly difficult to resist.

However, if one can subdue the other, this method of launching an attack and controlling the other's actions simply by staring at their shadow is an extremely terrifying method, whether against ghosts or humans.

Even a single breath of control would be enough for him to launch an attack.

However, the expected attack did not occur, which surprised Ye Feng.

Could it be that Lin Yuan has already been won over by him?

"Didn't you want to see what's under the mask?"

As a man with his own background music, even though only he can hear it, and it's the kind that's deadly to him, Lin Yuan still has his own pride.

Ye Feng is arrogant, and he has the right to be arrogant, but so what?

They're just a bunch of NPCs from a dream, at most minor bosses. They think they can subdue me?

"Sure, if you're willing." Ye Feng frowned slightly. He had already sensed something was amiss and became even more vigilant, but he remained confident.

He's now a master of both offense and defense!

Lin Yuan used his free right hand to remove the mask, revealing a face covered in opera makeup. The moment he removed the mask, the opera and operatic singing in his mind seemed to grow stronger.

It's as if the sound source was originally a hundred meters away, but now it's more than ten meters closer.

Lin Yuan looked up at Ye Feng, and the opera-style painted face pattern that was originally only in his left eye also appeared in his right eye.

Ye Feng was on high alert, but the feeling of his body being under control that he had expected did not appear. Instead, his left hand, which he was holding, was rapidly losing sensation.

He quickly lowered his head.

The same opera-style painted face pattern had appeared on Lin Yuan's left hand. Moreover, these patterns seemed to come alive, climbing up the back of his hand from where the two were shaking hands, and then rapidly moving up his wrist and arm.

For a moment, Ye Feng felt his consciousness becoming somewhat hazy.

The next moment, a sharp pain shot through his body as his clothes tightened violently, almost snapping him in two.

However, there was another force in his abdomen that was resisting this state.

Stimulated by the two kinds of intense pain, Ye Feng regained consciousness. Only then did he realize that the trench coat he was wearing was mostly torn to shreds.

Almost the entire left side of his body was exposed.

The most conspicuous thing was the burial shroud worn under the trench coat.

The funeral shroud was an old-fashioned style, decades old, with scattered bloodstains on it, making it look somewhat dirty. It was also printed with large and small dark red "Fu" characters, exuding a chilling aura, as if it had just been pulled out of a coffin.

Ghostly Clothes!

This is one of the two vengeful spirits he controls, a terrifying existence capable of withstanding most supernatural attacks, and also the absolute foundation that gives him the confidence to live longer and acquire more than others!

Also exposed was his left arm, which was so pale and bloodless that it resembled a corpse.

At this moment, the left arm was covered with patterns of theatrical makeup, almost identical to those on Lin Yuan's left face and left arm.

They seemed to be alive, constantly trying to burrow into Ye Feng's body.

However, an unknown force blocked them, preventing them from breaking through the shoulder area.

"A terrifying tactic, but unfortunately, it's still a little lacking."

Ye Feng's expression remained calm, but feeling the shock in his eyes as he realized he had completely lost his terrifying left hand, he had to try his best to hide it.

The strength Lin Yuan displayed had exceeded his expectations.

Fortunately, the ghost shroud helped him withstand this supernatural attack; otherwise, even if he had ghost teeth that could bite off the makeup lines, he wouldn't have been able to save his left hand.

"Haha! Lin Yuan, it seems you still haven't given up! Ye Feng is someone who can control two ghosts; no matter what kind of supernatural attack he faces, it can't harm him!"

Ye Jun felt incredibly relieved.

Although the cost of confronting Lin Yuan was too high, making him unwilling to take action personally, he was quite pleased to see Lin Yuan suffer a setback.

"Indeed, the Ghost Burial Robe's defensive effect is too good, but the price must be high, right? I see this Ghost Burial Robe is a tight-fitting style, doesn't it feel uncomfortable?"

Lin Yuan felt no sense of defeat; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

Ye Feng frowned and said, "Every power comes at a price, as long as you can bear it. Lin Yuan, if you have any other methods, feel free to try them."

That's true, but he was already prepared.

If Lin Yuan really didn't know any better, then he wouldn't be passively taking beatings anymore.

By taking all of Lin Yuan's attacks with an overwhelming and invincible attitude, one can certainly create an image of invincibility, completely intimidate and subdue the opponent.

However, his skills were still lacking.

Just as Lin Yuan said, he also had to pay the price for this attack, and the price made him regret his overconfidence.

Since we can't remain nonchalant, we might as well teach Lin Yuan a lesson and beat him into submission!

"Let's forget about it. It's just that the two of you aren't really worth it."

Lin Yuan sighed softly, which made Ye Feng's face darken and he felt a strong sense of unease. But before he could make a move, he felt a tremendous force coming towards him.

The force was immense, pulling him up from his seat and causing him to stumble uncontrollably toward Lin Yuan.

"You're asking for it!"

The car was already on the ring expressway and was traveling at a very high speed.

If an ordinary person jumped out of a moving vehicle, they would be seriously injured, if not killed. But such injuries were insignificant to a ghost tamer like Ye Feng.

It's foolish to try and fight him to the death using such methods!

Lin Yuan held her left hand, but her right hand remained free.

Ye Feng had long since mastered the skill of untying a burial shroud with one hand. With a roar, he had already untied the shroud, revealing his pale chest devoid of any color.

The muscles on his chest were turned outward and torn, revealing a gaping, lipless maw with a row of hideous, blackened fangs that constantly oozed blood, bits of flesh hanging between them, emitting an unbearable stench.

At the same time, he stopped controlling his body and instead used the force to lunge towards Lin Yuan.

The fangs on his chest suddenly opened, making a screeching, grinding sound, and at the same time, they stretched the muscles on Ye Feng's chest, biting down on Lin Yuan's left hand.

A foul stench assaulted their senses, but Lin Yuan showed no fear in the face of the ghost fangs that were powerful enough to tear apart the ghost realm. Instead, he smiled, dodged the attack, and to the astonishment of Ye Jun and Ye Feng, he leaned back and quickly disappeared into the car window.