"The killing pattern of cyan paint has been triggered again, and it has revived again."
Li Leping instantly understood the cause of the sudden change that appeared in front of him.
The sallow paint that had been attacked by a ghost face was pushed back into his body and fell silent.
However, this silence will not last long, because the completeness of the paint is already very high, and even if the killing pattern is not triggered, it will quickly wake up as time goes by.
Not to mention that at this moment, the palms holding his neck were undoubtedly in contact with the paint.
And "contact" is the killing pattern of cyan paint.
all of a sudden.
The body that had just gotten rid of the green paint had a layer of waxy yellow paint on its hands.
It is precisely under this layer of waxy paint.
Li Leping felt that the tight grip on his neck had become much smaller, as if the evil spirit was showing signs of letting go at this moment.
"It's now."
Immediately.
Li Leping controlled the searching ghost in the sleepwalking ghost's body. While pulling off the lantern hanging from his waist, he raised his arm and slammed the short stick in his hand against the corpse in front of him.
With the first blow, he hit the corpse's palm that was holding his neck.
Suddenly, with the huge force and the influence of the supernatural power attached to the stick itself, the corpse suddenly fell backwards, and the skinny palms that showed signs of loosening were completely loosened at this time.
Withdrawing his hand, Li Leping swung the second stick without any delay, ignoring the rotten bruises on the Sleepwalker's arm.
The stick passed over and hit the corpse's head without any deviation, hitting the door in the middle, making a dent in the smiling face that had finally escaped the paint cover, as if it was going to dent the ghost's head.
I will not give up until I go down.
On this unrecognizable face, the grimace with a slight smile closed its eyes at this time, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth were also tightly closed at this time, as if falling into silence.
However, the angry face on the ghost's chest was still wide-eyed and looking at Li Leping ferociously, as if to express dissatisfaction with his slap in the face, and his face was full of resentment.
Looking at this sinister face, Li Leping's eyes seemed to move uncontrollably, with a faint tendency to widen.
The grimace began to affect his body.
However, Li Leping, who felt the supernatural influence, did not swing the third stick.
"Without restarting, the limit of my short stick swing is three sticks."
He glanced at an arm that was covered in bruises and seemed to have become useless. He could not even clench his hand.
In fact, this sign of body erosion not only appeared on his arms, but also on the areas covered by clothes. His entire upper body was now covered with bruises.
He has now used a short stick to attack Li Gui twice, and the effect is remarkable. But if he swings another stick, I am afraid that his whole body will be filled with the price of using the short stick.
For him, who was currently filled with paint and unable to restart, the cost of excessive use of supernatural items was obviously unbearable.
Especially the cost of using short sticks one after another, the cost of such use is more terrifying each time.
The more you use the short stick, the supernatural erosion your body suffers will stack up again and again as the number of uses increases, eventually forming a kind of oppression that is difficult to get rid of.
The sleepwalking ghost has already been suppressed enough. He does not want to have another extremely terrifying suppression at this time. This will seriously affect the recovery speed of the sleepwalking ghost and prevent it from performing its original function for a long time.
His supernatural power makes him unable to even perform simple movements.
However, giving up the use of short sticks does not mean that Li Leping will let this grimace stare at him.
"Ghosts like to look around, don't they?"
Looking at the face glaring at him, Li Leping smiled coldly and immediately peeled off the gold foil covering the surface of the lantern.
Losing the isolation of gold, the moment he touched the lantern, dim yellow light immediately emitted from the glass cover, reflecting on this angry face.
next moment.
Li Leping gently touched the back of the hand holding the lantern with his other hand.
In the blink of an eye, the lantern suddenly went out, as if the moment it was on was just an illusion.
However, even when the lantern was extinguished, he felt an inexplicable coolness slipping through his body, as if something had been taken away.
However, at the same time, the angry grimace in front of him seemed to have calmed down the anger in his heart. His wide eyes slowly closed, and his ferocious face gradually relaxed, and finally became like a sleeping human face.
, very calm, no longer showing the ferocious look before.
Under the influence of the lantern, the angry face, deprived of perception, naturally fell into a strange state where he could neither see nor feel anything.
After losing his perception of the outside world, the grimace with a ferocious expression became somewhat peaceful.
"Have all the supernatural powers on the corpse been suppressed?"
Li Leping looked at the body that had been knocked to the ground with some uncertainty, and never let go of his grip on the short stick.
If something goes wrong with this ghost again, or if there is still something supernatural about it that has not been suppressed, Li Leping will not hesitate to swing the third stick and attack the corpse again.
Even if the cost of swinging the third stick is a bit unbearable, it is likely that the sleepwalker will not be able to recover for a long time, which will result in him having to let the seeker ghost control the movement of the sleepwalker like a skeleton supporting the body.
But now that the confrontation has reached this level, it is obviously impossible to stop. There is only one way to go, either by killing the ghost here, or by being killed by the ghost here.
But at this moment.
When the grimace with a ferocious expression slowly closed his eyes.
Under Li Leping's suspicious gaze.
A strange scene appeared.
The gold powder smeared on the body suddenly moved for no reason.
As if driven by some force, the golden powder was actually swimming on the surface of the corpse's body at this moment, and this swimming had an obvious direction, and all the powder was converging towards the feet of the corpse.
"Um?"
This strange change instantly aroused Li Leping's alert.
He knew very well that this layer of gold powder could not move for no reason, it must have some purpose.
It's just that this swimming golden powder doesn't seem to be a precursor to a supernatural attack, because at this moment, the red paint in Li Leping's body has faded and disappeared.
This also means that there are no traces of supernatural attacks nearby, and the golden powder that suddenly swims is just an unknown supernatural phenomenon, not a counterattack by a ghost.
"I used a short stick to attack this corpse at least twice. In each attack, the short stick touched this layer of golden powder, and the ghost's supernatural power was always released, and it kept attacking this corpse.
Corpse."
"But these powders can still move."
"Didn't you really attack the source of this layer of golden powder?"
Li Leping looked thoughtfully at these golden powders that suddenly moved.
He vaguely felt that if this layer of swimming powder was not restricted, something would definitely go wrong in the end.
But the problem now is that he has never attacked the golden powder. To be precise, in every attack he launched on the corpse, which one did not also attack with this layer of golden powder?
Strangely, however, these attacks seemed to be ineffective.
Or is it because some factors caused all these attacks to fail?