The sun is shining brightly in Egypt, the yellow sand has submerged everything, and the towering pyramids are extremely majestic.
But on this pyramid, a man suddenly fell into pieces and fell from the top of the pyramid.
Rotten flesh molded onto the pyramid's face.
Death Canyon, above the canyon, seven people are staring at the darkness below.
There are men and women, and their expressions are different, but without exception, they all have indifference and coldness in their eyes.
"Eric, how long do we have to stay here?" A red-haired woman asked with a dissatisfied look.
"Alaya, are you thinking about men again?"
Sitting under a rock, a middle-aged bearded man smoking a cigar looked at the red-haired woman with some interest.
"Shut up, Deeks, I don't want to talk to you." Alaya said in disgust.
"Don't be like this Alaya, I didn't offend you, I just didn't satisfy you at night. The great Satan can prove that I have tried my best."
The sun shone on the bearded face, making his already weathered face seem even more weathered.
"Haha... pagans who believe in Satan." Alaya sneered and stopped looking at Dix.
Dix was not surprised. He seemed to have been used to it, so he just smiled and didn't take it seriously.
"Eric? You seem very uneasy?" Alaya frowned and looked at a man standing not far away.
He was wearing a coat, his face was slightly pale, and his whole body exuded a faint corpse odor.
"Well, I feel like something is about to happen. It's very dangerous and I might die. This makes me very uneasy." The man said, his face a little solemn.
Hearing this, Alaya sneered, then shook his head and said:
"Eric, stop being suspicious. You have been saying this every day for the past two months. Do you know what impact you will have if you say this?"
"There is a story in the East called Wolf, do you want me to tell it to you?"
Eric looked at Alaya, thought for a while, and sighed helplessly:
"Maybe it's my misunderstanding again."
Hearing what Eric said, the other six people shook their heads, already used to it.
"Eric, you are like this. You are too suspicious. You should vent your anger on Alaya. This will help your physical and mental health."
"Of course, Alaya may not be willing to let you vent. After all, the corpse odor on your body is too strong, and Alaya won't like it. Besides, can your thing still work?"
At this time, a man in his thirties joked with a meaningful smile on his face.
Eric tightened his windbreaker and said nothing.
"Baroque, shut up now. I don't want Eric's rotten thing to enter my body. It's so disgusting and will make me want to vomit." Alaya waved his hands with a look of disgust.
"Hahaha, Alaya, you should leave some space for Eric..."
Stab
bang, bang, bang
"Um?"
Alaya wiped the blood on her face in confusion, looked around, and then her vagina suddenly shrank to the minimum.
"No! Impossible!"
She looked at the torn corpses of her teammates and Eric's exploded head, and her mind went blank.
"Alaya! Run!"
Dix shouted to Alaya with a frightened expression, and then he ran away without looking back.
But just for a moment, with a pop, Dix's head shattered and his brains splattered everywhere.
With a plop, his headless body fell to the ground, and Alaya looked at everything in confusion.
She couldn't believe that her teammates, who were chatting, laughing and joking with her one moment, were the only ones who died the next moment.
"How is that possible! What happened!" Alaya's eyes were filled with fear, and she turned around and ran away.
Stab
A headless corpse ran towards the distance, and Alaya looked at the corpse in confusion.
It looks so familiar, oh, it turns out to be my body.
Darkness fell, Alaya was plunged into darkness, and his headless body fell to the ground.
The smell of blood filled the air, and the surrounding area fell into silence, followed by the sound of bones twisting.
A headless corpse stood up and stood there, then the second corpse, the third, the fourth... until the seventh...
The recovery of Li Gui is completed.
Paris.
In a certain opera house, a woman who was performing an opera on the stage suddenly exploded and blood spattered on the faces of the audience.
Everyone was confused for a moment, and a woman wiped the blood from her face tremblingly.
"ah!"
Screams rang out, and the noble and elegant opera house was in chaos.
In a library at Harvard University, an explosion occurred, and students who were studying quietly in the library showed doubts.
Someone curiously looked in the direction of the sound. Blood filled the air, and the classical and fragrant books were covered with blood.
A female student stared blankly at the scene in front of her. The handsome senior who had been chatting and laughing with her just now and invited her to have dinner with her.
Just exploded like that?
The girl opened her mouth in horror, but the fragments of internal organs on her lips made her subconsciously close her lips.
"ah!"
Screams erupted one after another in the library, turning the quiet library into a screaming paradise.
London.
Thames River.
Not far away, London Bridge is slowly merging. On the riverside corridor, many people are taking photos with their mobile phones.
The classical architectural complex has a strong sense of age, which is also one of the attractions for tourists.
The water of the Thames is not very clear, it can even be said to be a bit turbid.
At this moment, many people are on the riverside corridor, looking with interest at the slowly merging London Bridge.
The big bell tower next to it is very classic. A middle-aged man wearing a windbreaker is lying on the corridor by the river, quietly looking at the turbid river.
He also held a bottle of rum in his hand and drank it sip by sip, not caring about the couples taking pictures next to him.
The alcohol content of rum is very high, as you can see from the packaging, Bacardi 151 rum is 75.5% alcoholic.
But looking at the appearance of the middle-aged man, he doesn't seem to care about this either.
He looked at the turbid Thames River with cold eyes:
"It's really a leisurely time, but that's all."
The middle-aged man murmured to himself.
boom
The wine bottle fell into the river, and a couple taking pictures next to it looked forward in confusion.
Their minds were filled with blanks, and the blood stains and flesh fragments on their faces made them faint on the spot.
White brains splattered on the corridor, and the middle-aged man's headless body slowly slid into the Thames.
A splash appeared, and the turbulent river water could not cover up the terrified screams.
Today is destined to be unrest, so the people involved in formulating the Noah's Ark plan, whether they are ordinary people, ghost masters, or the head of a country.
All died suddenly today, without exception.
On the Eiffel Tower, Lin Qian flicked the ashes of his cigarette with a smile, his eyes full of disdain:
"The king's organization, several countries joining? One country's top ghost controller?"
"Haha...a joke."
Lin Qian blew out a puff of smoke, looked up at the sun, and muttered:
"The sun in foreign countries seems to be no different, but why do so many idiots like foreign countries?"
"Is it because foreign countries have a short history?"
Lin Qian was a little confused. After thinking about it, he didn't bother to dwell on these issues.
Now I still think that people who come from abroad must have had their brains pressed with a hydraulic press, otherwise they would not be so stupid.
After looking at Ye Zhen and Yang Jian, Lin Qian's eyes flickered and she thought about it and closed one eye.
"Go in and take a look. Yang Jian and Ye Zhen shouldn't beat people to death so quickly."
As he spoke, a coldness appeared, and one of Lin Qian's eyes disappeared, but Lin Qian didn't care at all.
Among the nightmares.
Under the dim sky, the world around him was extremely depressing.
"Is this the dream world? It doesn't feel as comfortable as Lin Wudi's ghost paintings."
Ye Zhen put his hands behind his back and looked around. In front of him was a European-style castle.
The iron door was ajar, rusty, and entangled with many weeds and vines, as if it hadn't been cleaned for many years.
Yang Jian looked at his body, it was intact and there was nothing weird about it.
I looked at Ye Zhen and saw the same thing.
"The supernatural has disappeared, and I have really become an ordinary person, and the disappeared emotions have been restored again. This is really interesting." Yang Jian had a smile on his face.
"Master Yang, where is the person we want to fight? My Baguazhang is already thirsty." Ye Zhen rubbed his hands and looked around.
"It should be inside. Lin Qian said there are a lot of people. I don't know how many people there are. I should be able to beat seven or eight people. What about you?" Yang Jian looked at Ye Zhen and asked.
"Me? Just say a dozen or so." Ye Zhen said with great confidence.
"Well, okay, I'll let you hit a dozen of them later." Yang Jian smiled and patted Ye Zhen on the shoulder, then pushed open the castle door and walked in.
Ye Zhen looked a little unnatural. He looked at Yang Jian, hesitated for a while, and still felt that a man should not be cowardly.
The two walked into the castle, but as soon as they entered, a voice sounded in the castle.
"Who on earth are you! We have no grievances, why do you take action whenever we disagree?" an angry voice sounded.
Yang Jian looked very calm when he heard this voice. It was the voice of a missionary.
"He is Yang Jian of Dachang City, one of the captains of the headquarters. As for the one next to him, if I am not mistaken, it should be Ye Zhen, Captain Ye of Dahai City."
At this time, a voice sounded and answered the missionary's question.
"Captain of the headquarters? Yang Jian and Ye Zhen? It's them!" The missionary suddenly appeared in the castle hall. He looked at Yang Jian and Ye Zhen as if they wanted to eat people.
"Okay, okay, great protector of Jesus, how dare you enter the nightmare."
"Conceit and arrogance will be your lure to hell!"
The missionary stared at Yang Jian with murderous intent in his eyes.
As the missionary's words appeared, five figures appeared in the castle hall.
A woman, a strong white man, a Chinese, a white man with sunken eyes, and a European mixed race.
They all held a long sword in their hands, and the big white man even held a hammer.
They were very powerful. On the other hand, Yang Jian and Ye Zhen looked very weak even though they were unarmed.
"Captain of the headquarters? It seems they are going to die here today." The strong white man stared directly at Yang Jian and Ye Zhen, his eyes full of fierceness.
Ye Zhen reached out and pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his cuffs, and looked at them with a smile on his face.
Yang Jian took off his clothes. The Interpol uniform was not convenient.
"Are you Luo Sheng? The person in charge of Tai O City?"
Yang Jian looked at the Chinese man with a smile, his eyes flashing with meaningful meaning.
"Oh, Captain Yang, do you know me?" The Chinese man was a little surprised.
"That's not true. I just have a good memory. I looked through your files before, but I just took a quick look at them."
Yang Jian moved his muscles and worked hard to adjust the bones and muscles in his body.
Hearing this, Luotuo smiled and said nothing.
"Kill them," the missionary said sullenly.
"my pleasure."
"I've had this idea for a long time."
The strong white man rushed over with a sledgehammer, followed closely by the others, even the woman rushed over with a dagger.
When Ye Zhen saw this scene, he moved his neck and walked forward calmly.
"Leave the hammer-carrying one, the malnourished one, and the hybrid to me. I won't beat women, so you can do the rest."
Yang Jian walked towards the other side, with some helplessness in his eyes:
"Okay, leave it to you."
As he said that, Ye Zhen dodged a blow to the head from the strong white man.
The ground shook slightly. Ye Zhen slid across in one step and came to the side of the strong white man. With his elbows crossed and his back turned, he climbed over and stood on the shoulders of the strong white man.
Ye Zhen looked down at the three people who attacked, his expression calm.
The strong white man's face was distorted and his body was slightly bent. Ye Zhen just hit him directly in the waist with an elbow.
Since he was not taller than Ye Zhen, Ye Zhen hit him in the kidney.
"Fake!"
Feeling the weight on his shoulders, the strong white man looked ugly, and the two people who Ye Zhen said were malnourished and hybrids, after seeing where Ye Zhen was.
They were all a little afraid. They were not afraid of Ye Zhen, but they were afraid of hurting their teammates.
The strong white man suddenly exerted force, trying to knock Ye Zhen down, but before he could exert any force, Ye Zhen kicked him directly in the eye.
Blood splattered, Ye Zhen easily jumped off the shoulders of the strong white man, his expression was very calm.
"Scheißkerl! (Chop suey!)"
The strong white man covered his eyes and stared at Ye Zhen, blood seeping out between his fingers.
The malnourished man and the hybrid man looked at this scene with confused expressions.
In just one meeting, one of their teammates was blinded in one eye. This method...
"Come."
Ye Zhen put one hand behind his back, stretched his hand forward, and called to the three of them.
The two of them were a little hesitant, but the strong white man didn't care so much. Seeing Ye Zhen being so arrogant, he simply didn't even look at me and rushed forward with a sledgehammer in both hands.
Seeing this, the other two people didn't hesitate and rushed forward at the same time.
Ye Zhen smiled, took a step forward, dodged the sledgehammer, and then leaned forward to avoid the incoming sword.
He turned around, grabbed the undernourished man's sword-holding hand, and lifted it up, just in time to intersect with the hybrid man's sword.
The clash of gold and iron sounded, and Ye Zhen let go of the malnourished man's hand, stretched out one hand deftly, and suddenly touched the malnourished man's neck with two fingers.
The malnourished man's penis shrank slightly, and then a pulling force appeared. When he reacted, he only felt a whistling sound behind him.
Katsa
The sledgehammer hit, and the malnourished man's chest was directly dented.
The big white man was a little confused. He had clearly hit Ye Zhen on the back, but why did he hit his teammate's chest in the blink of an eye?
But before he could react, there was a kacha sound and the sound of bones twisting.
The big white man turned his head subconsciously and saw Ye Zhen slowly taking his hands away from the hybrid man's neck.
The strong white man who saw this scene looked a little confused.
Ye Zhen calmly picked up the sword with his foot, put it in his pocket with one hand, and walked towards the strong white man with the sword in his hand.
"You are really weak. Don't you people know that our country still has killing skills?"
"Or to put it more simply, it's kung fu, or martial arts. I don't know where you got the courage to challenge us."
"Don't you know that all the old men in our country practice Tai Chi?"
Hearing Ye Zhen's words, Tong Kong, a strong white man, shrank slightly. In less than a minute, he lost an eye, and his two teammates died immediately.
"This is impossible! Isn't Kung Fu a lie?!"
The strong white man looked at Ye Zhen, who was walking slowly, and subconsciously took a few steps back, but soon he felt that this was a shame.
He was actually frightened away by a skinny monkey. This was simply a shame and humiliation.
"Oh~ Is that so? Then you are really ignorant."
Ye Zhen looked at the strong white man expressionlessly, with mockery in his eyes, and then he took a step forward.
But he said Yang Jian.
He looked at the three missionaries holding long swords with helplessness in his eyes.
"Ye Zhen just loves to show off."
As he said this, Yang Jian laughed and looked at Luo Sheng without saying anything.
"You are just an ordinary person now. Do you think you can beat the three of us? Even if one of us is a woman, she has a weapon in her hand."
Luo Sheng looked at Yang Jian who was smiling and didn't understand why he was still smiling.
Hearing this, Yang Jian shook his head, exhaled, and then slowly walked towards them, mumbling:
"Wen has Tai Chi to stabilize the world, and martial arts has Ba Ji to determine the world. I really didn't believe it before I learned it, but now I believe it. Ba Jiquan is really ruthless."
Yang Jian's pace was slow at first, but the further he walked, the faster he got.
When Luo Sheng saw this scene, he shrank slightly and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
When he saw Yang Jian sprinting over, he punched the woman on the chest, then grabbed the dagger and cut her throat with the sword.
Luo Sheng felt a big trough in his heart:
"Nima, you actually know martial arts!"
Luo Sheng wanted to turn around and run, but then he heard a stabbing sound. He rolled his eyes out of the corner of his eye, and then he was stunned. The missionary's throat was cut before he could even get down.
Crisp and crisp, without any sluggishness.
"Fuck, it's a rip-off! Isn't this the wrong script?"
When Luo Sheng saw the situation on Ye Zhen's side, his whole body went numb.
Poof
Luo Sheng stumbled and fell directly to the ground, blood gushing out from his chest.
Yang Jian pulled out the sword from Luo Sheng's back expressionlessly and muttered:
"I can't even run away."
plop
There was a sound of falling to the ground, and Yang Jian looked back. It was Ye Zhen who penetrated the strong white man's neck with his sword, and then the strong white man's body fell to the ground. The sound that was made just now was this.
"So weak, Master Yang, how do you feel over there? I didn't even use the starting position here." Ye Zhen let go of the sword hilt, put his hands in his pockets and walked over.
"It's worse than what you did there. This woman even held the sword in the wrong posture. I just snatched the sword away, and then, that's it."
Yang Jian threw the sword on the ground and wiped his hands, feeling a little unfinished.
"Alas...I still haven't finished my thoughts." Ye Zhen sighed.
Yang Jian felt the same way. For the first time, the two of them felt that using martial arts to kill people was really cool, and it was just like using supernatural powers to kill people.
"Why don't we let Lin Wudi do some operations before we go out?" Ye Zhen thought about it and suggested.
Yang Jian touched his chin and felt that this proposal was good:
"In this way, after we go out, let Lin Qian create a gladiatorial arena, and then use supernatural powers to create some living people, and I will implant the memories so that we can fight comfortably."
"As for the venue, it would be good to use this Dream Demon."