"Did the spiritual caller from Taiping Ancient Town recruit me?"
Then, the decayed old man looked at He Yin'er and the spirit tablet in her hand, and said as if whispering in a low voice.
This is enough to prove that the old man still has residual consciousness and has not lost control and turned into a real ghost.
He Yin'er was slightly relieved after hearing this.
The more terrifying the existence, the greater the risk of losing control after summoning the spirit. When the time comes, a terrifying ghost may be summoned that even the person summoning the spirit may want to kill.
"Why don't the dead souls just stop making trouble and die in peace?" Zhang Xianguang said coldly.
"You're right, but you're not young anymore. I won't be lonely if I have you by my side on the road."
The decayed old man looked at Zhang Xianguang's appearance and vaguely seemed to see the look of another person on his face.
The old man sighed, knowing that he had not been conscious for long, so he felt that he still had to do something.
He slowly walked towards Zhang Xianguang.
"There's something wrong with the ground..."
Wei Jing, who was unable to move, noticed something and looked at the ground.
There was dirt on the ground.
Black rotten soil.
Zhang Xianguang also realized something, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid these mutated soils.
But it's too late.
The next moment, his two arms turned into soil without knowing when, collapsed and fell down.
With a stagger, his legs turned into dirt and rotted away, and then his body began to quickly turn into decaying dirt.
"You can't stand too close to him. His supernatural power uses soil as a medium to corrode living people, and the soil should be some kind of terrible grave soil, which can suppress supernatural powers..."
Zhang Xianguang was a little shocked, staring at the rotten old man, but at this moment he had no time to retreat, and his head collapsed at this time.
A total of five people didn't even have a chance to fight. They all turned into a pile of soil, forming five raised mounds, standing in place like five old tombs.
A face-to-face meeting.
Zhang Xianguang, who had almost forced all the captains to a dead end just now, was completely defeated.
However, the old man could not exist in this world for long, and it was no longer clear at this moment, and began to gradually become blurred.
Obviously, the more powerful the deceased soul has supernatural power, the harder it is to maintain it for a long time.
"good."
Zhou Deng was so excited when he saw this scene that he almost stopped applauding and cheering.
He Yin'er also felt happy.
The number of dead souls summoned this time far exceeded her expectations. She originally just wanted to let the dead souls summoned to delay as much time as possible. It would be best to kill a few Zhang Xianguang, but she did not expect that the dead souls summoned this time would be so terrifying.
It's just a little bit more powerful than the three dead souls just now.
"It was solved so easily?"
Wei Jing is incredible.
He had fought against Zhang Xianguang. Although Zhang Xianguang did not show any other supernatural powers, he was still very difficult to kill.
Whether it is a mortal curse, the suppression of a vicious ghost, or the attack of consciousness, he can withstand it, and combined with that weird broadsword, it is simply unreasonable.
But all of this seemed not worth mentioning in front of this rotten old man.
He Yin'er's second summons directly changed the situation completely.
The five Zhang Xianguangs who appeared in the second wave were all turned into a pile of grave soil under the attack of the old man, becoming five short grave mounds on the ground.
Such grave mounds are very familiar and seem familiar. They appear in many supernatural places. I wonder if those grave mounds are the traces left by the rotten old man who was summoned by his spirit.
"Guigui, this Lao Deng is so powerful. He killed all Zhang Xianguang in one go."
Zhou Deng is now surviving a disaster and feels indescribable joy.
"Zhou Deng, don't talk nonsense."
He Yin'er glared at him fiercely.
The souls summoned are conscious and cannot be treated as an existence that can be manipulated at will.
Even as a spiritualist, she would not dare to point fingers in front of such a scary old man.
Who knows what this rotten old man's temperament was like when he was alive. If he offended this dead soul, the dead soul might turn around and deal with people like him.
Although the figure of the decaying old man was gradually blurring, after hearing Zhou Deng's words, he still glanced at him slightly: "Don't young people know how to respect the old and love the young?"
"I'm sorry, he is illiterate and can't speak. Please don't get along with him." He Yin'er apologized hastily.
"I can only exist for a short time. I can't help you take away this descendant. You have to rely on yourselves for the rest. After all, I don't want to interfere too much in the affairs of your descendants. If it's a haunted matter, I, an old guy, can still help.
You guys can settle it, but it’s rare for Soul Resurrection to reappear in this world, so you have to leave something behind, otherwise you’ll really be unable to live up to your original promise to Taiping Ancient Town.”
The rotten old man took a brief look at the abandoned building in front of him, and did not choose to take action. Instead, he sighed as if he was sighing for something.
Finally, his eyes rested on Li Jun and Wei Jing.
A piece of human skin burning with will-o'-the-wisp fire, and a corpse that was almost broken into pieces by Zhang Xianguang.
I looked again at the darkness shrouding the playground.
"I will simply help you finish what you didn't finish at the beginning. This may be fate."
Finally, the rotten old man walked towards Wei Jing, picked up Wei Jing from the ground, and then left alone.
He walked towards the darkness. Although his steps were slow, in just a few steps, the person was already gone.
"This old Bi... what is this old man going to do? He took Wei Jing away."
Zhou Deng said in astonishment: "Do you want to stop him?"
"Don't come up with bad ideas."
He Yin'er looked at Zhou Deng with an ugly face: "He wants to do something while he is conscious and can still move. It seems that he wants to help Wei Jing."
Lu Zhiwen's stiff face showed a hint of emotion: "He went for the ghost chariot, he didn't want to help Wei Jing control the ghost chariot, right?"
Although it is just a guess, if it is true, it will be a big bargain.
While they were getting through the crisis and even had time to talk, Yang Jian, Liu San, and Li Leping had already rushed into the abandoned teaching building.
"The five Zhang Xianguangs outside have been dealt with."
Through the low wall, they saw the fact that five Zhang Xianguang were killed by the souls summoned by He Yin'er.
But this does not mean that the situation on their side will get better.
On the contrary, the situation on their side may be the most dangerous.
"If the other party can still restart, then the situation we will face is the most dangerous. We only have three, but Zhang Xianguang has five. By then we will face the attack of five Zhang Xianguang, but for us
It’s also the only chance, don’t hold anything back, just decide the outcome right here.”
Yang Jian's eyes were cold and he kept walking up the steps.
"On the third floor."
Liu San raised his head and looked at a classroom on the third floor.
Some kind of precognitive ability allowed him to see some things that would happen next at this moment, thus avoiding many meaningless things.
"There is a restarted supernatural being appearing nearby."
Suddenly, one of Li Leping's hands also turned pale at this moment. This whiteness was not the paleness of his skin, but a grayish tone, like the color of paint.