Liu San cursed loudly, because the evil wind blew his paper body directly from the ground into the air, and hit the ceiling heavily, making a dull and loud "winter" sound.
The dark wind roared, as if he had fallen into weightlessness. Unable to let himself return to the ground, Liu San kept rolling on the ceiling, reaching out to grab something to stabilize his body, but the ceiling was basically smooth, and there was nothing that could move him.
Caught.
Even if he caught it, he couldn't maintain his figure in the cold wind like a roar, let alone run to Fang Shiming.
The wind showed no tendency to stop, and what frightened Liu San the most was that more and more figures appeared around Fang Shiming in the cold wind.
"Being able to push me to this point is a sign of your ability. Ye Zhen didn't push me to this level back then."
Fang Shiming's tone contained the thought of dying together, because the ghost he controlled was very special and could invade reality using a special photo. This was only because Fang Shiming used the ghost in his body to suppress people and achieve a supernatural balance with it.
, so there has never been any loss of control.
However, as the number of uses or the number of people he recruits increases, Fang Shiming cannot guarantee what will finally come out of the photo.
And judging from his current state, it seems that this time is his limit.
I used all the dozen or so photos I had on hand to borrow the third ghost's ability to continuously invade from the photos into reality.
However, just like the Fang Shiming who was killed by Li Leping before, these Fang Shiming who invaded reality are still in a state of supernatural derivatives that can be killed.
This is actually equivalent to a signal.
Because when a certain Fang Shiming cannot be killed, it means that Fang Shiming has revived as a evil ghost, and the Fang Shiming who invaded reality from the photo is no longer a derivative based on that ghost, but a real evil ghost.
"Fang Shiming, if you work so hard, aren't you afraid of dying on the spot?"
Liu San continued to have close contact with the ceiling while shouting loudly, but his voice was covered up by the wind.
Fang Shiming was still sitting in the front seat, but his voice sounded hoarse, as if he had entered a state of weakness: "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"
"I have worked hard all the way until today and have built a circle of friends. What dangers have I not seen? What kind of ghost masters have I not seen? Death has long been a common occurrence for me, but it is always others who die, not me."
"I am confident that I can kill Yang Jian, and I am confident that I can kill any one of you captains."
While speaking, strange figures suddenly appeared under Liu San in the cold wind.
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Judging by their height and body shape, these people are all Fang Shiming, or Fang Shiming who invaded reality from the photos.
The dark wind blowing was a ghost realm, and Fang Shiming used the ghost realm to bring Fang Shiming and others to Liu San.
However, compared to the Fang Shiming who was killed by Li Leping before, these Fang Shiming who reappeared are no longer as smart as the last one. They all have indifferent expressions and dead eyes. They just raised their heads slightly and looked at Liu San rolling on the ceiling.
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This should be because Fang Shiming himself did not let his consciousness control these Fang Shimings.
"You fucking want to kill me? Then do it."
Liu San, who was blown to the ceiling by the dark wind, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but anyone who knew Liu San's temperament knew that he could not be slaughtered by others.
Suddenly, he reached out his hand and tore off the layers of yellow paper stuck to his other hand.
As the thick layer of yellow paper was blown away by the cold wind, a skinny, blackened arm was revealed under the peeling yellow paper.
Stretching out his hand, his palms changed from open to clenched. At the same time, the cold wind seemed to be held by this strange palm. The force of the cold wind began to weaken rapidly, as if it was held by this hand.
As if, the cold wind that was howling just a second ago receded instantly, as if it had been dispersed by something.
"Plop!" Lan
The strong wind receded, and Liu San, who was blown in the air, finally landed again, but what came face to face was a dozen Fang Shiming with gloomy expressions.
They have been waiting here for a long time.
"You son of a bitch, come here!"
Liu San, who had been holding back his anger, immediately shouted angrily, and his skinny palm immediately stretched out to the other palm with yellow paper pasted on it.
The yellow paper was torn open, revealing another skinny palm, and the smell of rotting corpses wafted out.
immediately.
This palm grabbed Fang Shiming who was approaching.
Immediately, Fang Shiming froze when he encountered this strange palm.
The strange aura spread quickly, and Fang Shiming's pale skin began to turn black, and then began to rot. In just a moment, Fang Shiming completely rotted, and was thrown to the ground by Liu San as if he was throwing away garbage.
Average garbage.
However, more than one Fang Shiming pounced on him.
In an instant, countless pale palms grabbed Liu San, and the paper man's sallow body seemed to have suffered some supernatural erosion. The paper skin began to fall off, revealing another paper man hidden underneath.
Like a matryoshka doll, who knows how many paper figures there are under this layer of yellow paper?
"That's it?"
Liu San sneered, and then, as if he slapped anyone he saw, he slapped Fang Shiming one by one, and he didn't hit anywhere else, but just slapped his face.
Several Fang Shiming seemed to react and wanted to grab the arm he was waving to restrain the attack of the terrifying arm.
However, after Liu San uncovered the yellow paper attached to his arm, his entire arm seemed to be in an uninhabited state. The force was so terrifying that these Fang Shiming could not stop it at all.
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One by one, Fang Shiming was constantly touched by that strange skinny palm, and then began to turn black, rot, and fell to the ground without moving.
At this time, Fang Shiming, who had been sitting in the front seat, changed his expression.
Seeing Liu San in front of him like a murderous god, easily killing each of himself, Fang Shiming finally figured something out.
Not to mention the life and death of Yang Jian, who was cut by his two scissors, none of the captains carefully selected by the headquarters is a living person.
This man named Liu San suppressed his ghost wind and clone ghost one after another with two hands. He was simply ridiculously strong.
Only after meeting other headquarters captains did Fang Shiming suddenly realize that it turned out that this era was not just about him and Ye Zhen. How could the other ghost controllers who had survived until now be ordinary people?
These captains are different from Li Jun or Cao Yang, who are directly affiliated with the headquarters. The direct affiliates of the headquarters are supported by the headquarters, and the city they are responsible for is close to Dajing City, so they will naturally receive various cares from the headquarters. Regardless of the abilities of these direct captains, the headquarters in order to maintain the
Due to the balance of forces on the side, several captain spots will always be allocated to the direct lineage of the headquarters.
But it is undeniable that compared to other local leaders, the environment in which these direct descendants of the headquarters live is a bit similar to flowers in a greenhouse.
Although they have the priority material support provided by the headquarters, and can even be the first to enjoy the resource tilt from the headquarters, in this supernatural era, truly outstanding ghost controllers will be forged only after the collision of layers of supernatural beings, just like the waves washing away the sand.
Under excessive protection, the speed at which ghost masters like Li Jun can grow and the abilities they can develop are limited.
Just like when it comes to controlling the second ghost, the ghost selected by the headquarters for Li Jun must be the ghost with the lowest risk of losing control and at the same time ensure the stability after control.
They have a choice, but how can ghost controllers like Li Leping and Liu San have a choice?
Among the captain-level ghost controllers such as Liu San and other places who worked hard, which one does not defend a city alone?
Once a supernatural incident breaks out in the city they are responsible for, they do not have the support of ghost masters from other cities, and even apply for supplies they have to discuss with them.
Many times, they have no choice but to fight for their lives.
If you succeed, you will naturally grow.
In the end, which of the ghost controllers who can stand out from such a difficult environment and live to this day will be simple?
"Liu San, and that strange captain..." Lan
Fang Shiming was a little ashamed, feeling the pressure that went straight into his heart.
My previous arrogance was a bit naive.
But the next moment, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
"Where's that strange captain?"
Suddenly, he thought of this.
It seemed that up until this moment, he had been fighting with Liu San.
But the question is, what about the ghost controller who suppressed ghosts and people?
Why did this person disappear after the evil wind swept through the entire conference room?
No, it didn't disappear. He didn't know why, but subconsciously ignored this person's existence.
It was as if he had forgotten that there was a third person on the field.
Realizing something was wrong, Fang Shiming immediately took out a worn-out rag doll from his body.
He planned to use a scapegoat. Although he had not been attacked yet, he always felt that something was getting more and more wrong around him.
It seems that some kind of terrible supernatural attack may come at any time.
But just when he was about to cut his finger, drop blood on the surrogate doll, release the doll, and escape alone...
A cold hand suddenly reached out from behind and pressed on the head of the rag doll in his hand.
"How can this be?!"
Fang Shiming could no longer keep calm, and turned around with a horrified look, only to see a man with a cold breath standing behind him, looking at him with an indifferent expression, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"when?!"
"When did he come behind me?!"
"How could I have no defense at all, not even any sense?"
Regarding the disbelief on Fang Shiming's face, Li Leping just said calmly: "Let's go."
The next second.
Fang Shiming's body stiffened, and the few gleams in his eyes quickly dimmed. His dry body began to turn black, and then began to rot. The skin and flesh close to the bones began to fall off, and a rotten smell emanated from his body.
Stink.
"thump!"
Once again, Fang Shiming's body fell from the chair to the ground. He opened his eyes wide and showed an expression of extreme shock, as if he could not understand why this person was not affected by the ghost wind and how he appeared behind him.
The attack was too sudden and unsolvable. When Fang Shiming had no ghosts to use, even the opportunity to use a scapegoat was deprived by Li Leping.
There is no miracle in the confrontation between supernatural beings, and there is no possibility of explosion like in hot-blooded novels.
Fang Shiming is dead.
The consciousness was wiped out, and the body rotted to the ground along with it.
This dispute between the headquarters and the circle of friends has come to an end.