The borrowed ghost has confirmed that the detention failed.
now.
"Yes, it is the safest to implement the two plans together."
Li Leping made his thoughts clear.
"How confident are you?" Wang Xiaoming asked.
He knew that Li Leping was showing his trump card.
Li Leping dared to accept the second plan, which was tantamount to telling Wang Xiaoming that he was suspected of having the supernatural ability to attack from a distance.
But it can only be said to be suspicious at present, because while accepting the second plan, he also requested that the two plans be implemented together.
This seemed to vaguely indicate that he himself was not sure whether the second plan could be successfully implemented.
Therefore, he needs someone to promote the first plan while he tries the second plan, so as to prevent everyone from staring blankly when the plan fails.
"grasp?"
Li Leping said: "There is no certainty, it is just an attempt. If it succeeds, the ghost borrowing incident will end here. If it fails, it will only depend on the positioning ability of the ghost controller at the headquarters."
He doesn't talk big, and he doesn't take big responsibility.
Everyone must know how far they can achieve, and they cannot just place their hopes on him alone.
"Okay, then I hope you can succeed."
"That's it, let's act separately."
After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, Li Leping hung up the phone.
Returned Jiang Hao's satellite positioning phone to him.
Later, Wang Xiaoming took out his own satellite positioning mobile phone.
He wanted to contact the headquarters and directly contact the ghost controller who was affiliated with the headquarters but kept a high degree of confidentiality to the outside world.
The call was quickly answered.
"Lu Zhiwen..."
Wang Xiaoming spoke.
He began to formally implement the first plan.
…
And on the other side.
On Xingfan Street.
The streets were extremely deserted. All nearby shops were closed. There were no pedestrians around, only some vehicles that had been abandoned on the road.
Everything here seems to have fallen into deathly silence. The only thing that moves is the plastic bag floating in the cold wind in mid-air, which also hints at the desolation here.
"It's really hard to cause a lot of trouble even if you die."
Looking at Wu Wu's motionless body, which had been dead for many days, Li Leping put down the phone and complained in his heart.
As a burst of thick smoke rose, Li Leping's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot.
But not long after, thick smoke surrounded the street again. When the black smoke dissipated, Li Leping reappeared on the street, standing next to the golden box where the borrowed ghost was originally kept.
However, at this moment, there was a bundle of gold foil in his hand.
It was a piece of gold foil wrapped in a long strip. I don't know what was wrapped inside.
After peeling back the layers of gold foil, a short black stick appeared in sight.
This is a very ordinary-looking piece of equipment, similar to the equipment used for training in martial arts schools in the past. It is about 60 centimeters long and about three centimeters in diameter.
But only when you hold it in your hand, you suddenly realize that this short stick is not made of wood at all, but a metal iron rod coated with dark liquid.
The dark liquid covered up the metallic luster of the short stick.
Put your nose close and take a whiff, and you can vaguely smell a faint smell of rust.
It smells a bit like blood, but not very strong.
"Sure enough, this is blood, not paint."
After a brief observation under the sun, Li Leping immediately determined what the black liquid remaining on the stick was.
It is not paint, but dried blood stains, showing a dark red color. If the light is slightly weaker, it will be mistaken for pure black.
The short stick is held in the hand.
When you open your hand again, you will find that the palm is stained with some dark red liquid.
"It's not that the paint on the stick has peeled off, it's that my hands are stained with blood."
"Is it a curse? It's like a locking mechanism. As long as I swing this stick, once the stick has exerted its power, the person stained with blood will be the one who has to bear the price."
Li Leping didn't think the dark red liquid was for show.
This thing is more like a curse, because the killing rule of the short stick is that it will only attack after it comes into contact with the shadow.
Just because Li Leping is a human being, he does not need to be forced to meet the rules of killing.
But that doesn't mean he gets away with using the short stick.
Whether you throw it away or just hold it in your hand and smash it.
The blood stain on the hands is a beacon, marking the person who uses the short stick.
And when the short stick is used successfully, the person whose hands are contaminated by the beacon will also suffer a terrible price.
"Shadow is just a medium."
"Direct contact with the body can be regarded as a medium of contact..."
Li Leping began to analyze.
"So, what if it's a medium made of memory?"
At this moment, his eyes moved slightly.
Countless figures began to appear behind him.
The figures presented one by one are all people remembered by Li Leping, all people who exist in his memory.
It is different from the one experimented on Dong Rui.
In the last experiment, Li Leping's test result was that he was able to surface the figures of people who remembered Dong Rui in the past three months.
As long as these figures are erased, these people will lose their memory of Dong Rui.
But Li Leping is different. No one can remember him, including Li Gui, who often gradually loses their memory of him.
So, he changed his strategy.
He did not allow those who remembered him to appear.
The people he asked himself to remember emerged.
Using his own memory as a medium, Chen Zhong, his dead wife and children, and the survivors who were sent out of Dachuan City by him.
Even the borrowed ghosts and the ghosts controlled by it appeared among these figures at this moment.
Whether they were human beings or ghost figures, as long as they were remembered by Li Leping, they all now appeared before his eyes.
There were men, women, and some children.
However, everyone's eyes are so cold, and the illusory figures are not as warm as the living flesh and blood.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Countless pairs of eyes seemed to be staring at Li Leping at the same moment.
It seems that they are not just borrowed ghosts and other ghosts, but these phantoms created by supernatural beings are also ghosts.
Ignore these indifferent, supernaturally constructed phantoms.
Li Leping was still thinking calmly.
"By erasing the existence of these figures, I can erase their memory of me."
"These figures are actually a kind of medium, and they are a means of launching forgotten ghost attacks on people through the medium of memory."
"I just don't know whether it's because the upper limit of the Forgotten Ghost is limited to this, or whether it's due to its incompleteness. The supernatural power of the Forgotten Ghost can only have some memory effects on these people."
"but……"
He looked at the short stick in his hand.
"All it takes is access to the vector to launch an attack."
"The Forgotten Ghost's attack capabilities are limited. So, if you use this short stick to hit these media... what will it look like?"
He began to think about this problem.
"Give it a try."
Li Leping glanced at the time.
It's now less than two hours until six o'clock in the evening.
Before the sleepwalker loses control, he still has time to try.
Once he succeeds, he can use the medium of memory to launch an attack on the escaped ghost.
Even if he fails, he will not suffer any loss.
Anyway, if the attack is unsuccessful, the cost of using the short stick will not appear.
"Whether the outcome is failure or success, we cannot delay at this time."
The sleepwalker will show signs of losing control at six o'clock in the evening. At that time, Li Leping's body will continue to release the supernatural power of the sleepwalker like a frustrated temper, and his own consciousness will also fall into a kind of
A confused state.
At that time, he wouldn't be able to test like he does now.
The closer it gets to twelve o'clock in the evening, the weaker the supernatural powers that the Forgotten Ghost can exert.
Because at that time, Li Leping would have to spend most of his forgotten ghosts and ghosts to fight against the dangerous sleepwalking ghost erosion.
"There is no need to delay."
Thinking of this, Li Leping looked at the figures appearing in front of him.
As long as his test succeeds, then he will have mastered an extremely terrifying ability.
Anyone who remembers him, or is remembered by him, may be attacked by that supernatural short stick.
Even if we are thousands of miles apart, we can't escape.
Immediately, the individual figures that emerged disappeared, ranging from humans to ghosts, and in the end only one figure remained.
Borrow ghosts.
It stood before him, motionless, because it was just a medium that existed in memory.
"It's time to come back."
As if admonishing the wanderer to return home, Li Leping slowly raised the short stick in his hand.
At the same time, the supernatural power of the Forgotten Ghost is also on call at any time.
The attack caused by the short stick is so terrifying that it seems that any evil ghost that exists in the physical sense will be hit and fall into temporary silence.
Fortunately, the core ghost that Li Leping controls is the Forgotten Ghost. The Forgotten Ghost that exists in his consciousness is the only card he has to fight against the terrible curse.
Immediately, he tried his best to swing the stick.
The black short stick was swung at the borrowed ghost's chest, hitting it squarely on the chest.
As long as an attack can be launched through memory, then the first target is the bloody face on the borrowed ghost's chest, not the borrowed ghost itself.
First, block the opening on one side of the bridge. As for the rest, let’s talk about it later.
A stick was swung out.
The short stick passed through the chest of the phantom.
"Um--!"
Suddenly, Li Leping let out a cry of pain.
However, the moment he couldn't help but speak, he closed his mouth forcibly and blocked the sound.
For a moment, he seemed to have experienced a horrifying baptism of pain. As he suppressed his shouts, his entire face turned red, and his forehead was covered with sweat drops caused by the intense pain.
His hair was wet with sweat, and his arm holding the short stick seemed to be poisoned. The entire arm turned dark purple in the blink of an eye, as if it had rotted away, and exuded a thick
The rancid smell.
But even so, his palm, which had turned dark purple, was still holding the short stick tightly.
However, his palms have been trembling, and he probably won't be able to hold it for much longer. He relies on his perseverance to hold on.
"Success?"
After a short period of severe pain, all his strength seemed to be exhausted in fighting the pain.
He slowly knelt down on the ground, and the short stick he was holding in his hand gently fell to the ground, making a slight "thunk" sound.
Although his forehead was covered with sweat drops and the pain from his arms was constantly stimulating his brain, his eyes were still looking at the stick so sharply.
He suffered the cost of using the stick, so does this mean that the attack with the stick was effective?