There were constant rustling sounds in the black mist, which was made up of mist and looked like a monster with a human head shaking in it.
Black iron chains exuding a cold atmosphere were also sliding slowly in the mist, connecting to a tall black figure.
The monsters formed by these resentments were quite cautious, staring at the retreating Ren and Susanna with a pair of vicious eyes.
They hesitated for a while before starting to approach them.
The wind is blowing, the mist is misty, and the distorted smoke-like heads are so close at hand, this can scare an ordinary adult crazy.
"Drink~"
A roar like thunder echoed, and the thing in the black mist did not move further. It seemed that it had received some signal, and it just surrounded Ren and Susanna.
The shaking of the chains became more and more obvious, and the sound was sonorous and deafening, making people's blood boil. A black figure that was two meters tall and with disheveled long hair gradually approached.
He wore a simple gilt mask, covering the part below his nose, and was wrapped in dark iron chains, with faint blue flames dancing on the iron chains.
"Hoo~"
There was a dull exhalation sound, and black air seemed to come out of his mouth and nose. His scarlet eyes stared at Ren and the others.
Staring at such terrifying eyes, Susanna's face turned pale, and her whole body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. Her ears seemed to echo the wailing sounds of countless people before they died, and their faces of pain and despair appeared in front of her eyes.
She frowned, her expression began to look a little painful, and she couldn't help but recall the scene when she saw her boyfriend's body.
The messy black hair, the blood-stained pale cheek, and the bloody hole on her forehead after being shot were so dazzling that Susanna gradually became trance-like.
Anger, pain, confusion and helplessness were all intertwined in her heart, and the dark side in her heart gradually expanded, as if it was about to drown her.
"Where's the promised Headless Horseman, Susanna, why does he have a head?"
A slightly frivolous voice suddenly appeared, with a hint of ridicule in its leisurely tone. Susanna was startled and came back to her senses.
"Beauty, what are you talking about? Are you scared to death?" Ren pulled out his long knife, and the surging energy of the stars came out of his body, forming a small whirlwind around the body surface, and dots of silver light illuminated the surrounding corner.
He made the noise on purpose. When the Headless Horseman appeared just now, it seemed as if his soul was dusty, a shadow shrouded his heart, and his negative emotions surged. Naturally, he needed to break this influence.
Susanna, who was somewhat relieved, couldn't help but take a few steps closer to Ren, and stood behind him with the drunk man on her back. Affected by the dark aura of the cursed spirit, her mind was a little unstable.
The little bits of fluorescence on Ren's body dispelled the black fog several meters around, and this was the only place that could give her some sense of security.
Susanna realized something and took the initiative to speak: "The rumors are not credible. I once hunted down a gangster nicknamed Hei Mazi, and I tried my best to catch him.
But that man’s skin was fair and there wasn’t a pockmark on his face!”
"Sure enough, it's like there is no wife in the wife cake, it's all a routine!"
After complaining, Ren clenched the handle of the knife with his right hand, calming down and getting rid of the negative emotions in his heart.
"Boom~"
Several heavy footsteps echoed in the black mist, and accompanied by the roaring sound of chains sliding, the tall figure of the Headless Horseman had appeared not far away.
At the fourth level of [Spell Spirit], the spirit body can be transformed into a physical entity in a moment of thought.
His red eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the two of them, like a fierce ghost, with a strong sense of oppression.
The cold breath seemed to come from the Netherworld. Ren took a deep breath and said loudly: "Brother Knight, we have no enmity in the past and have no enmity in the near future. Why make things difficult for us? How about we go to each other's side with the road facing the sky?"
The Headless Horseman remained unmoved and did not say a word. It was impossible to see the expression behind his iron mask.
But he didn't get close, just stared at the two of them.
Ren put his left hand on his back, gestured to Susanna, and continued to beep: "Brother Knight, I know that you have always adhered to your principles. You have noble and proud moral integrity, and you will not join the ranks of other monsters and monsters!
Let’s do this, I know I’m angry at the Kangao people, and I’m going to make trouble for them soon. They’re one of my own, so how about I use a few of their heads to make a case, and let’s make a target together?”
The extremely tall Headless Horseman didn't react at all. His scarlet eyes were fixed on Ren. He didn't move, he just watched.
"It's useless, he seems to be unable to communicate." The tacit understanding was not enough, and Susanna did not understand his gestures, so she reminded him aloud.
Ren Xian glanced at her and secretly cursed his stupid teammate, nonsense. Do you think I care about whether he can communicate?
If you can't beat him, you can just talk nonsense. If you can beat him, I will chop him off!
Looking at Ren with a constipated look on his face, Susanna misunderstood something.
She stamped her foot, put down the drunkard on her back, took out the Force pistol, and said with all her heart, "What are you afraid of? You will die anyway, you will still be a hero twenty years later!"
You put it so lightly, it's better to live than die.
With a sigh, Ren had a tragic face and a desolate voice: "There is no other way but to fight!
Brother Knight, I admire your style of daring to love and hate, but I really don’t want to go to war with you..."
'Soul-cutting knife - blood-cutting!'
Halfway through his words, Ren suddenly raised his sword, the black steel blade filled with cold light.
He waved hard, and a blue sword light nearly twenty meters long shot out!
Susanna's expression was astonished, and the Headless Horseman seemed not to have expected that the "lully, sloppy" boy in front of him would turn his face in an instant.
"Whoa!"
The sword light was as powerful as breaking bamboo, plowing a crack in the ground, blowing away the black mist, and flew towards the Headless Horseman.
The sound of clanging chains was heard, black mist surged, and with a flash of red light in his eyes, the Headless Horseman raised his right hand wrapped with iron chains.
"Clang! Click!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the sword light struck the iron chain in his palm, causing sparks to fly. The Headless Horseman clenched his fingers and pinched the blue sword light into two pieces!
One of the signs of a master-level transcendent is that psychic energy can be materialized. The psychic chains on the headless horseman who have reached the fourth level are even stronger than real iron chains.
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At the same time, Ren roared angrily, and Susanna gritted her teeth, pulled out the silver-white scimitar from her red leather jacket with her right hand, and prepared to fight.
"Whoa!"
Ren suddenly turned around and slashed with a sword, breaking the black mist behind him, then grabbed her left hand and ran away!
As for the drunkard lying on the ground, he is already unconscious and is a complete burden. Just wish yourself well.
He couldn't save himself, but he was in no mood to save someone he didn't know.
Susanna looked confused and was pulled by Ren to run away quickly. She subconsciously blurted out: "Don't you want to fight?"
"Silly bitch, are you crazy? What do you use to hit someone who is at least level 4? Howl?" Ren scolded.
The spirit body has no physical body, and its defense is weaker than that of a normal master-level transcendent. But the knife just now only cut off a few chains on the headless horseman's hand.
He, Jones, Steve and the others once faced a Blood Marquis of the Tremere Tribe, and the pressure the Headless Horseman gave him was even greater than that of the Blood Marquis!
At least they are in the fourth level, or even in the fourth level. Opponents of this level are not something he can deal with now.
Besides, I have been roaming the Pugni Plain for hundreds of years, and I must have encountered fourth-level extraordinary beings. They are still alive and well, and maybe they have some means to suppress the situation.
Seeing Ren shouting "Charge" and turning around to run away, the Headless Horseman was slightly startled and seemed to be a little unresponsive.
His scarlet eyes glanced at the drunk man on the ground, but he ignored him.
Under normal circumstances, the Headless Horseman does not attack foreigners, and Ren is also puzzled as to why the other party would target them.
After a slight hesitation, the figure of the Headless Horseman gradually faded into a black light and chased after him.
Originally, he was only attracted by the aura of the second-level demon ghost. After all, the demon ghost is a semi-spiritual body, somewhat similar to a resentful spirit.
But then he saw a familiar item on the young man's body. It was hers...
