Before he could find other ways, something even more terrifying happened.
He saw a lifeless old woman appearing next to him, but what followed was that the old woman's body quickly faded, and finally disappeared.
Then a vague and strange figure began to appear next to the gravedigger, as if this person was going to replace him in this world.
"We must get out of here as soon as possible."
The gravedigger felt something was wrong. He wanted to escape again, but then a tall figure enveloped him.
The terrible shadow is like a huge mountain, which can make people unable to breathe.
And this is not an illusion, but the gravedigger really feels that his body can no longer move, and he can only watch himself disappear little by little, and there is no way.
This was the first time he experienced this feeling of despair.
He cast his desperate eyes on the butcher and the painter, but they couldn't care about him at the moment, and each used supernatural means to escape.
For example, the painter took the butcher directly into his painting, trying to use this method to avoid supernatural attacks.
"What kind of monster is this? Its strength is so terrifying. Each doll has supernatural powers that make people feel desperate. And how many such dolls did that woman bring?"
"Who knows how many there are, but there must be more than a few. She seems to be able to control the number of dolls like that."
The butcher's face was also covered in sweat at this moment, his ferocious face was full of fear, and his heart was already overwhelmed by fear at this moment.
It's not that he never thought about counterattack, but after a brief supernatural collision, he found that he was no match at all. The gap between them was too big, and even one of the puppets was enough to kill him.
"The more powerful the supernatural being, the higher the price. Such a terrifying puppet will not be able to maintain its activity for a long time. As long as I survive this dangerous period, I can escape from here safely."
While talking, the painter and the butcher were running very fast, trying to escape.
Although his decision was okay, he never thought about one question: how could he escape from these puppets who had inherited the supernatural powers of the ghost masters of the Republic of China?
The answer is impossible.
Because among the puppets are the cemetery owners Luo Qian and Meng Xiaodong.
The supernatural combination of these two top ghost masters during the Republic of China was enough to seal the past and bury the present. No one can escape from this supernatural presence.
soon.
The two people in the painting were blocked in their path. What stood in front of them was an endless cemetery. This cemetery broke through the artist's supernatural powers and appeared in the world of the painting. It was an insurmountable supernatural place.
"How can it be!"
Immediately, the painter took out his pen and wanted to erase this supernatural world that did not belong to his own world.
However, the moment he took out his paintbrush, several strange puppets immediately appeared in front of him.
One puppet has a face covered with corpse spots and is lifeless, one puppet is carrying a basket and looks like a middle-aged woman, and the other puppet is decayed and cold, like a corpse in a grave.
"Damn it, did it come so fast?" The painter was shocked and angry.
He had lost the courage to resist at this moment and did not dare to take action against these people. Now he just wanted to stay away from these terrible guys.
Without the slightest hesitation, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and then he actually pushed the butcher beside him forward, trying to let the butcher delay the upcoming terrorist attack.
"Painter, you bitch!"
A look of rage flashed across the butcher's face. He never expected that the painter would push him out at this moment and use him as a target so that he could escape.
It's not that he doesn't have this idea, but he is in the painter's supernatural world. Even if he pushes the painter out, it will be difficult to find a way out.
Unexpectedly, while he was still hesitating, the painter had already taken action.
The next moment, the butcher's eyes suddenly went dark, all light was lost, and then he felt a spin in the darkness.
Without any warning, his head was cut off by something, and it fell directly from his neck to the ground.
There is no defense against such an attack.
If they just lose their heads, ghost masters of their level will not die immediately. They can still live as long as they can reattach their bodies.
However, before he could think about it, the butcher felt endless amounts of grave soil coming toward him.
"How could this happen..." The butcher wanted to shout, but the grave soil covered his mouth and covered his head and body.
In less than ten seconds, an inconspicuous new grave was added to this endless cemetery, and the butcher disappeared from this world.
Knowing that the butcher alone could not delay the puppets for too long, the painter decided to release the evil ghosts he had imprisoned in order to delay them for a longer period of time.
As for what will happen next, he can no longer control it. He can only think about the problems ahead after getting through the immediate crisis.
However, just when the painter took out a picture scroll containing countless ghosts from his pocket, a lifeless puppet man with a face full of corpses took action.
Suddenly, the light around the painter dimmed, as if a light was suddenly extinguished, and then there was the sound of a door opening creaking in the darkness, and this sound did not only appear in one place, but also sounded like this in all directions, as if
At this moment countless doors are opened.
Following the appearance of these supernatural phenomena, the surrounding area fell into a dead silence, and no more movement could be heard.
Just wait for some kind of terrible supernatural phenomenon to dissipate and the light to return again.
It was only at this time that we could see clearly that the painter had long since lost his breath of life, and the scroll full of ghosts was quickly buried in the graves on the ground.
At this point, this wave of attacks against the headquarters captain ended, ending with the death of the three kings.
Lu Zhiwen, who was watching the scene in front of him, widened his eyes in surprise. He never imagined that the three kings of the king's organization would be wiped out by a woman of unknown origin in just a few minutes.
The supernatural power this woman possesses is too terrifying, right?
What's even more bizarre is that there is no record of such a number one person in the headquarters' data, as if he appeared out of thin air.
"Tell Su Yuan that I have done what I promised him."
But no matter what he thought, Sister Hong left behind those words, hummed a retro tune, stepped on her high heels, and slowly left with her waist swinging.
To her, this is just a trivial matter.
After all, her era is over.
In the new era, characters like her who survive from the past are destined to be lonely.