In the dark alley, the siege of Zhang Falcon by the King's organization was still going on.
"The other party has at least five top ghost controllers. The king's organization is spending a lot of money to keep me here."
Zhang Falcon, who realizes this, will not just sit back and die.
He stretched out his hand and took out an old double-barreled shotgun from his loose cassock.
This shotgun is of an old style and looks like it has been abandoned for hundreds of years. It is covered with traces of corrosion over time, giving off an aura of ominousness and disaster. It is a supernatural object.
But for this shotgun, the really scary thing is not the gun body, but the bullets inside the shotgun.
Every bullet in the shotgun is made of ghosts, so once the shot is fired, these bullets made of ghosts will be shot into the target instantly.
Perhaps these ghosts that can be used to make bullets are not scary, but with so many supernatural puzzle pieces injected into the body at the same time, if the ghost controller is hit, he will be instantly out of balance and die suddenly on the spot.
Take action!
Zhang Xun, who was already surrounded, would definitely not give the other party a chance to strike first. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and shot at the old woman in front of him.
at the same time.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump."
A strange heartbeat echoed in the quiet alley.
This heartbeat sound was not like the heartbeat of a living person, as if there was no interval, it beat five times in a row in just one second.
For ordinary people, a person's heartbeat basically maintains about 1 beat per second.
As for Zhang Falcon's ghost heart, when the number of heartbeats per second exceeds 2, it means that the heartbeat has entered an abnormal state and begins to show a supernatural and weird side.
Taking 2 as the limit, a heartbeat beating five times in a second is approximately equal to four levels of ghost territory.
now.
Amid this weird heartbeat, a faint blue light spread from Zhang Xun's body, extending all the way to the old woman's side, wrapping her inside.
The ghost land is locked, and the old woman has nowhere to escape.
Zhang Xun's purpose is very clear, that is, to repel the old woman blocking the road with one strike and forcefully open a way.
"boom!"
With the sound of a gunshot, the confrontation between siege and counter-siege began.
The muzzle of the old shotgun immediately sputtered out strange black bullets.
These bullets exuded a putrid, cold atmosphere, and echoed with the strange screams of evil spirits, as if evil ghosts were rushing towards the old woman not far away.
It was at this moment that the old woman's corpse-like expression changed, and a trace of humanized fear appeared in her eyes, clearly sensing the danger approaching.
But because the distance was too close and she was locked by Zhang Falcon's ghost realm, she had no chance to escape even if she wanted to.
"thump!"
Bullets were shot into the body one after another, and the huge impact caused the old woman to lose her balance and suddenly fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, each fierce ghost revived at this moment.
Various horrific phenomena appeared on the old woman's body. Her body was twisted out of shape, her arms began to fester, the skin on her face began to fall off, and corpse spots appeared on her skin. The internal organs in her body seemed to be suffering.
Due to some strange erosion, the whole person looked like a corpse that was rapidly decaying, becoming particularly hideous and terrifying.
And this process is irreversible, because this is not just an attack by a ghost, but a group of ghosts that have entered her body, become entangled with her body, and are rapidly reviving in her body.
Many terrifying supernatural powers are eroding her.
"Isn't she dead? Sure enough, this old woman is no longer a living person."
Zhang Shuan, who had successfully fired the shot, looked shocked at this moment, because he saw that the old woman who had been injected with many supernatural puzzles was still struggling on the ground. Even though her body had been tortured to the point of being deformed, she was still not dead.
Not even a ghost master can withstand such terrifying supernatural erosion.
Only ghosts can withstand this level of supernatural loss of control, because ghosts cannot be killed, they can only be suppressed.
However, although his sudden attack did not completely kill the old woman, it would not be very pleasant to inject so many supernatural puzzle pieces into a strange body. The unkillable old man finally withdrew from the confrontation.
If it were a one-on-one confrontation, then Zhang Shun's attack would have been considered a success. He could have taken the opportunity to find a container to imprison the old woman's immobile body.
But now it is obvious that there is no such a peaceful environment for him to be detained.
The absence of an old woman does not mean that the other kings will retreat.
"Let's go together and finish him off right here."
The missionary's voice echoed. Compared with the cold tone before, this time there was a hint of cruelty in his voice, as if he was angry because of Zhang Falcon's successful raid.
Immediately.
On the roof, the figure surrounded by thick black fog moved, and the thick fog floating around began to spread crazily towards Zhang Falcon.
Behind the old woman, a figure appeared. This man was holding an old bookcase and was dressed like a missionary. He looked gloomy and gave people an extremely dangerous feeling.
"Is it that easy to kill me?"
Looking at the two kings approaching, Zhang Xuan took off the long stick behind him with a gloomy expression, held the rusty stick in his hand, and walked quickly towards the approaching missionary.
Suddenly.
He just took a step forward, but suddenly his feet were empty, and then a terrifying pulling force came from his ankles.
When he looked down, he saw that there was a pothole under his feet.
The hole looked like it was dug by man, but it was pitch black and bottomless underneath.
The most horrifying thing is that there is a skinny, cold hand in the pit at this moment, grabbing his ankle, trying desperately to pull him in.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This pulling force is so amazing that it is not a simple force at all, but a weird supernatural attack.
Obviously, this was the method of the king who just stretched out his palm from the ground. He dug this big hole at some point and was waiting for Zhang Falcon to jump in.
"court death."
However, Zhang Xuan swung his long stick with a cold look on his face and hit the palm that was holding his ankle directly.
"Ah~!"
As soon as it hit, cracks appeared on the surface of that strange palm, and it started to fester like a piece of broken porcelain.
Not only that, the cracks were spreading deeper along the palm, all the way to the king hiding in the soil, causing him to let out a scream full of pain.
In an instant, the hand that grabbed Zhang Falcon retracted, and the big hole that was just under his feet suddenly disappeared, leaving only one of Zhang Falcon's feet still buried in the soil.
Without the supernatural power, this so-called soil is just ordinary land. Zhang Xun used force and the buried foot broke free.
"It's really powerful, but how many times can you use this method?"
Suddenly, the missionary holding a book wandered in front of Zhang Xun like a ghost, and the distance between them was only two or three meters.
The missionary was numb at the moment, staring expressionlessly at Zhang Falcon, who also had cracks on his arm.
Obviously, Zhang Falcon, who used this long stick to defeat a king, also suffered a huge price from using supernatural items. His arms were now covered with cracks. If he took off the cassock on his body, he would be injured.
It can be seen that these cracks have spread to most of his body.
The cost of using a ghost stick to smash ghosts is this. The user himself will also be in pieces. Even Zhang Falcon at this moment can only launch three such attacks at most, and the third attack will still be the same as death.
However, the missionary did not know this information. He could only tell that Zhang Falcon was not feeling well at this moment and could not continue to use this long stick to launch attacks.
Despite this, the missionary's heart was still filled with fear.
He didn't expect that so many kings would join forces and still suffer a loss from Zhang Xuan.
Fortunately, the guys he brought this time were all aliens, otherwise Zhang Xun's two counterattacks just now would have been enough to kill two kings in an instant.
"Is the captain of the headquarters actually so powerful?" the missionary thought to himself.
"Don't waste time, missionary, hurry up and take action. This guy's ghost realm is getting stronger and stronger. I can't trap him anymore."
At this time, a voice echoed in the alley, sounding a little anxious.
Judging from this voice, there are actually not only five kings on the field, but a full six.
The screen changes.
On the nearby street, a homeless painter looked like he was staring at the painting board in front of him.
There is a piece of white paper hanging on the drawing board, and an oil painting is drawn on the white paper.
The alley in the oil painting is extremely dark, with various graffiti painted on the walls. It looks like the alley where Zhang Falcon is located is exactly the same.
However, at this moment, the oil painting corresponding to the alley where Zhang Falcon was located was changing. The seemingly real oil painting seemed to have been painted with a light blue color, and as time passed, the blue color on the painting
The color tone continues to deepen, as if it has been eroded.
"The owner of the manor and the warden, hurry up and kill him."
The missionary who heard the painter's urging decisively ordered Zhang Xun to stay here completely.
"Have you been spotted? Then you have to fight to the end."
Zhang Xun's face turned grim. He was already in poor condition after using the ghost stick once. However, facing the attacks of several kings, he could only choose to continue fighting.
At this moment, he covered his left chest, and his heartbeat, which was originally beating five times a second, changed.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump."
The heartbeat sounded one more time than before.
But just this extra heartbeat made a huge difference.
The blue ghost realm spread in all directions at this moment, covering the entire alley.
The missionary and the approaching black mist were all dyed with such a faint blue light.
"Um?"
The next moment, both the missionary and the owner of the manor in the black mist all had expressions on their faces, as if they had discovered something was wrong with them.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump."
Weird heartbeats echoed, but this time the heartbeats did not come from Zhang Xun, but from their own bodies.