"How is it possible? Why is there a heartbeat in my body?"
The missionary's eyes moved and he felt incredible.
Because none of the kings present had a living body, they were all ghost bodies.
How could there be a heartbeat in such a cold and stiff body?
"Sure enough, you guys are all ghosts in human skin, none of you are normal people anymore."
Zhang Xuan's face became a little pale at this time, and the bloodless look on his face showed that his condition was getting worse and worse. Obviously, having such a supernatural heartbeat six times in a row was a huge burden for him.
The ghost heart beats six times in a row, which is equivalent to a five-level ghost realm that can affect reality, which means that everything in the ghost realm will be affected and given the concept of heartbeat.
As long as you keep this heartbeat rate for a long time, these things will completely become a member of the ghost world with heartbeats again and again.
If an ordinary person were to be in this state of the ghostly heart and ghost realm, they would definitely die suddenly if their heartbeats were six times in a second.
Even ghost controllers are no exception, because in this ghost realm filled with heartbeats, even evil ghosts will be suppressed by the weird heartbeats, and the ghost controllers will lose the supernatural power to maintain their lives.
However, the more terrifying the ghost is, the less affected it will be by the heartbeat.
What Zhang Falcon didn't expect the most right now was that none of the kings who came to attack him this time were normal, not even ghost controllers. They were all a group of terrifying aliens, real ghosts.
Six consecutive heartbeats are simply not enough to kill these guys who have outgrown the category of human beings.
"It seems like you can't kill us, so we'll have to kill you."
The missionary had already approached at this moment. He stared at Zhang Falcon and opened the old book in his hand.
On a yellowed page, Zhang Falcon's entire appearance appeared on the page at some point. He was exactly the same in appearance and body shape.
The missionary who had been planning and waiting for Zhang Falcon to appear on the paper finally launched the attack.
But just when the missionary was about to attack Zhang Falcon in the book and then himself.
The faint blue covering the alley immediately became darker, and the deepening of the color seemed to indicate that this place had been completely invaded by the ghost realm of ghost hearts.
"Shet!"
In reality, the painter in front of the drawing board shrank his eyes and looked at the oil painting that had been painted into a dark blue with a face full of astonishment, and it was almost impossible to see the original appearance.
And in the alley.
"How...what...return..."
Within seven heartbeats, whether it was the missionary who was about to launch an attack, or the manor owner who was already approaching Zhang Xuan, who was also planning to launch an attack, they were stunned.
Because they felt an inexplicable sense of sluggishness, both their bodies and minds seemed to be slowed down, and even the activation speed of supernatural power was much slower.
The whole world seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and everything slowed down at this time.
And in this world where everything is forcibly slowed down seven times, the only person who can move freely is Zhang Falcon.
Seven heartbeats meant that the speed of the entire supernatural space was slowed down seven times, but as a person who could continuously heartbeat seven times, he entered a strange state, ignoring the effects of the ghost realm as if one was ebbing and the other was ebbing.
Slow and will not be affected by this strange phenomenon.
However, Zhang Falcon himself was in a very embarrassed state.
At this moment, he was like a person who was draining all his body functions and kept moving but couldn't stop. There was no blood on his face, even his lips turned white, and his whole body seemed to have lost all water.
Became as dry as skin and bones.
"That's enough, I'll send you on your way."
Zhang Xuan's voice was hoarse, as if he was on the verge of reaching his limit.
The attack by the missionary and the manor owner was slowed down by seven heartbeats, and it had not yet affected Zhang Xuan at this moment.
And Zhang Xun also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill the two kings who approached them on their own initiative.
But just when he suddenly opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to swallow the missionary in front of him alive, and then let the ghost's stomach corrode him.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Behind him, the sound of someone stepping on the stagnant water echoed.
In addition, you can vaguely hear the sound of something dragging on the ground, which is very dull.
"What?"
Upon hearing the noise, Zhang Falcon turned his head in disbelief. An inexplicable sense of crisis surged into his heart. He simply couldn't believe that someone could walk normally in the ghost world where his heartbeats echoed seven times per second.
Not to mention the ghost controller, even the most dangerous ghost he had ever encountered was not so unreasonable.
However, facts speak louder than words.
When he turned around, he saw a strange figure slowly walking towards him.
This man's face was cold and numb. He was holding a heavy and old hammer in his hand. He was wearing a black suit and a pair of brown leather shoes that seemed to be made of human skin. He also had a pair of brown leather shoes on his back.
There is a large object like a coffin, but if you look closely, you will feel that this object does not look like a coffin, because the head of this thing is oval, like the back of a grandfather clock.
However, Zhang Falcon no longer had the time to figure out what this thing was. All his energy seemed to be absorbed by the gadget on the warden's waist.
It was a nail, which looked rusty, but was much larger than an ordinary nail, like a nail used to nail a coffin.
"Coffin nails? This thing is actually in your hands? Who are you?"
Zhang Xuan stared at the approaching person.
This person seems to be the one who appeared on the wall of the dead end just now, a king whom the missionaries call the warden.
However, in the face of Zhang Falcon's series of questions, the warden did not answer. He still looked at Zhang Falcon with a numb and strange expression on his face, as if a evil ghost had set his sights on a target, and walked slowly towards him.
Although this slow pace is slow, it does not seem to be caused by the slowness caused by the influence of ghosts. It is more like the warden is deliberately slowing down, as if he is deliberately using this method to squeeze his opponent.
The living space makes the opponent feel suffocating oppression.
It is precisely in this slow approach.
The blue ghost domain covering the surface of the alley began to slowly shrink.
It seems that every time the warden takes a step forward, the blue ghost realm shrinks a step.
"Damn, how come there is such a guy in the King's organization? Are the leather shoes under his feet affecting my ghost realm? Or is it the suit on him?"
Zhang Xun looked at the warden who was silent and slowly approaching. Cold sweat could not help but form on his forehead. He was still calmly analyzing the situation in his heart: "No, it's not just these things that are causing trouble. This guy has other things.
The supernatural means are interfering with my ghost realm, and it is only through layer upon layer that my ghost realm is compressed like this."
However, after some analysis, he became even more surprised and uncertain: "But how is this possible? How many ghosts are there in this guy? How can a ghost controller control the supernatural to such an extent that even aliens cannot ignore it?
Only a real ghost can control so many supernatural powers in a balanced manner..."
But at this moment.
Zhang Shuan's expression froze while he was deep in thought, his eyes moved, and he began to wonder if he was hallucinating.
Because he suddenly discovered that the scenery around him had changed.
At this moment, he unexpectedly came to a desolate open space. The ground was covered with condensed cement, which was dark and depressing.
Glancing back, I found that the missionary and the manor owner who were just beside me had disappeared.
Looking nearby, you can see a series of low buildings.
These buildings are also made of cement, but they have not been decorated and painted. They still maintain their original appearance and look very solid. There is a narrow window built on the thick wall, and an anti-theft net is installed on the window.
It was dark and gloomy inside, giving people the feeling of a prison cell.
"This is... a supernatural place? This guy called the warden actually controls a supernatural place? No wonder he can ignore the influence of my ghost realm, because this guy has always been in his own ghost realm."
Zhang Falcon's eyes were solemn, and he understood his situation at the same time.
The opponent's ghost realm is stronger than your own, so you can force yourself into this supernatural place.
It’s not like Zhang Shun has never been exposed to supernatural places.
However, such supernatural places are extremely strange existences, and even top ghost masters may cross the boundary between reality and the supernatural unknowingly and enter a supernatural place.
So, how terrifying is this king who controls a supernatural land in front of him?
The warden was still approaching at this moment, and his moving speed was still so slow. He seemed not impatient, as if Zhang Falcon had become his meal and had nowhere to run.
"Can I only turn on eight heartbeats? But seven heartbeats is already my limit. If I turn on eight heartbeats, the ghost heart will definitely lose control like last time."
Zhang Falcon, who could not sit still and wait for death, thought about many things in an instant.
Once, in order to solve a terrifying supernatural incident, he had to break his own limits and chose to increase his heartbeat to eight beats.
One second, eight heartbeats, the changes brought about are incredible.
But the more incredible the supernatural power, the higher the price it needs to pay.
That accelerated heartbeat directly led to the resurgence of the ghost heart. In order to regain control of it, Zhang Falcon naturally suffered a lot and used all his methods. Coupled with that crucial bit of luck, he survived.
The method of suppressing the resurgence of the evil ghost cannot be replicated, just like it is impossible for Yang Jian to hang himself again.
But now, Zhang Falcon has to face such an extremely difficult choice again.