The silent shopping mall building suddenly became a little noisy, filled with some kind of mechanical footsteps at exactly the same intervals.
Seeing the ghost slaves surrounding him from all directions, Fang Jun took action immediately without hesitation.
He unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing the terrifying body hidden under the shirt.
On his chest, small holes were densely packed one after another, as if he had been pricked by thousands of needles, which was horrifying.
Fang Jun gritted his teeth, and his chest moved strangely a few times, as if there was something hidden inside.
A face, or rather the outline of a person's facial features is revealed on his skin.
This face was crawling under his skin like an evil ghost, making various terrifying expressions on its face, as if it was trying to bite open the layer of human skin that restricted him and rush out from inside.
That's when.
"Uh-huh——!"
In Fang Jun's sight, whether it was because the environment was too dark, he always felt that there seemed to be a layer of fog on Li Leping's face, covering his appearance.
Time passed minute by minute, but Li Leping felt that the waiting time was like days.
Even though he was not even one meter away from Fang Jun.
"It's the circle drawn with corpse water."
Li Leping narrowed his eyes and quickly saw the reason.
In the dim environment, a figure vaguely appeared next to the glass railing on the third floor, walking towards here.
As he approached, the dissipation speed of the corpse water at Fang Jun's feet began to increase.
Li Leping, who had been observing the situation, also discovered a man with an old-fashioned camera hanging around his neck among the group of corpses that were ashen-faced, covered with body spots, and exuding a putrid smell.
The middle-aged man's body fell to the ground and did not affect the other ghost slaves.
Fang Jun roared, stretched out his hand with a painful expression, and touched the terrifying and hateful face.
There was no expression on their cold and pale faces, only a horrifying silence, like a walking corpse, but much scarier than a corpse.
His body was like a leaky barrel, and some fishy liquid suddenly seeped out of those weird holes, like corpse water taken from a long-rotted corpse.
That's when.
However, these ghost slaves all stood rigidly in place and did not take another step forward.
"Tap, tap, tap."
"It's him." Fang Jun, who was the first to notice this, immediately shouted.
But this situation cannot last long.
But suddenly, the body, which had no movement at all and lost the ability to move, seemed to have lost some kind of support. It fell softly to the ground and rolled down the stairs like mud.
It's like pressing a sponge that has absorbed water.
All the ghost slaves gathered around Fang Jun, and the mall fell into a strange silence with no one walking around anymore.
More and more ghosts are pouring into the first floor of the shopping mall, as if they want to fill up the empty first floor.
"Is this the ability of the ghost in Fang Jun's body?"
"not good!"
"It's Jiangcheng."
Li Leping and Fang Jun looked at the man's body lying on the ground in surprise at the same time.
As the power of forgetfulness invaded, the middle-aged man's body immediately stood still in place.
And Fang Jun's palm placed on the face was soon contaminated by the corpse water that exuded a strong stench.
Fang Jun seemed to realize something.
The weird corpse water on the ground has the effect of isolating supernatural beings.
The next moment, enduring the pain caused by the resurgence of the ghost in his body, Fang Jun's face became a little ferocious. He bent down and drew a circle on the ground around him with his palms stained with corpse water.
Soon, a middle-aged man wearing an old-fashioned black coat slowly came down the stairs.
Fang Jun had already mentioned this matter to Li Leping before.
Even though the ghost slaves were squeezing each other, they never crossed the circle drawn with corpse water.
It is impossible for a single ghost slave with only weak supernatural power to break through this alternative protective shield.
The power of forgetfulness instantly penetrated into the body of this middle-aged man wearing a black coat.
Not long after, a group of ghost slaves walking stiffly walked next to Fang Jun.
A man with a camera entered the mall earlier than him and was attacked by a ghost slave.
Sure enough, the supernatural cannot be described by common sense.
Li Leping recognized the body, but was not surprised.
"Tick tock, tick tock."
It was as if some external force was evaporating the putrid liquid.
"coming."
"Um?"
The fishy liquid flowed out of the hole, then squirmed strangely on his skin, and finally gathered on the face on his chest.
Li Leping, who had been observing secretly in the store, witnessed this strange ability.
"damn it."
Hanging around his neck was a camera exactly like the one in Li Leping's hand.
Li Leping tightened his grip on the camera in his hand with a somewhat heavy expression.
It was a body of a young-looking person with a blue face, who looked like he had not been dead for a long time.
Suddenly, a clear sound of footsteps sounded.
At this time, an incredible scene occurred.
The remaining ghost slaves still stood stiffly on the spot, motionless, as if they were waiting for the corpse water under Fang Jun's feet to be completely exhausted, and then rushed in to tear him into pieces.
Hundreds of ghost slaves surrounded Fang Jun so tightly that they could squeeze him to death just by their numbers.
In just a few blinks, he ran up to the middle-aged man and grabbed the man's neck.
Li Leping immediately turned his attention to the black-clad ghost slaves behind him.
Jiang Cheng ultimately failed to survive this mission.
He could only wait for Li Leping to restrain the ghost before he could come out.
"Has it finally appeared?"
Because it is visible to the naked eye that the circle Fang Jun drew with corpse water is becoming dim.
Maybe not even ten minutes had passed, but all the ghost slaves in the shopping mall had gathered in the center of the first floor of the building.
Li Leping and Fang Jun's expressions changed at the same time, and they suddenly looked up.
The supernatural confrontation began unknowingly.
Although the weird corpse water didn't look like much, it was able to last until he finished drawing the circle.
At the critical moment, Li Leping did not panic, but showed his extraordinary talent in dealing with supernatural events.
He found that the corpse water under his feet was still receding.
Fang Jun was surrounded and impenetrable. Even as a ghost controller, it was impossible for Fang Jun to break out with the power of the ghost. He would either die from the ghost's resurrection or die from the ghost in the building.
However, these ghost slaves all stood blankly outside the circle drawn by Fang Jun, not taking a step forward.
Suddenly, without any hesitation, Li Leping burst out of the shop decisively, rushed up the stairs, and faced the middle-aged man in a black coat head-on.
"what happened?"
"The real ghost must be among these people." He confirmed with a quick glance.
He immediately judged that he should have caught the ghost just now, but he did not catch the ghost's true body.
This ghost must be hidden among these ghost slaves. To be precise, it is hidden in the black clothes worn by these ghost slaves.
The corpse of the middle-aged man is not a ghost, the clothes are.
But now, Li Leping couldn't tell which ghost slave's clothes it had landed on.