When Wang Chaling was targeted by the three kings, Lu Zhiwen was also targeted.
His situation is even worse, because he is not the kind of captain who is good at confronting supernatural beings head-on, and now there are also three kings who come to attack him.
The three kings who took action were the gentleman, the butcher, and the gravedigger.
"Mr. Lu, I have admired you for a long time. This is the first time we have met, but it will also be the last time we meet. I hope Mr. Lu will not make meaningless resistance and can cooperate with us to end his life here."
A gentleman wearing a hat appeared in front of Lu Zhiwen.
The first words he said when they met was to tell Lu Zhiwen to die.
This is polite, but not very polite.
However, the strange thing is that there seems to be some confusion in the words of this man code-named Gentleman. After Lu Zhiwen heard his voice, he felt a little conscious and had an urge to stand still and continue to listen to what he said.
"not good."
Lu Zhiwen woke up suddenly. He noticed something and immediately looked behind him.
But this gentleman's goal has been achieved. All he has to do is disturb Lu Zhiwen, and there is no need to do anything deliberately.
Turn around once.
A kitchen knife with a curled blade and stained with blood immediately struck Lu Zhiwen's forehead head-on.
Nothing happens.
The curled-edged kitchen knife had already been embedded in Lu Zhiwen's forehead. He opened his eyes wide in shock, and his whole body seemed to freeze. He stood motionless, as if he had lost his soul, and as if he had been killed instantly.
, but his body did not fall.
"Did it succeed?" The gentleman held up his hat and said slowly.
"It failed and let him run away, but he was injured, but not enough to kill him completely."
The butcher stretched out his thick palm, grabbed the curled kitchen knife and pulled it out directly from Lu Zhiwen's forehead.
There was no blood splattering as expected, and the split forehead actually showed wooden textures, which did not look like the body of a living person at all.
This is actually a strange wooden man.
"The gravediggers are already waiting for him. He can't escape."
The gentleman was not in a hurry, but seemed very calm and unhurried.
"The three of us should have taken action together just now, and there shouldn't have been any strategy."
The butcher expressed dissatisfaction.
The gentleman still had a polite smile on his face: "It's very troublesome for a captain to run away. To ensure that he can kill the opponent, he must find a way to block the opponent's retreat. It's easy to make mistakes with one hit. I don't like this.
Method, you don’t have to complain, no matter how hard he struggles, the result will be the same.”
the other side.
Lu Zhiwen, who had escaped, walked out of an inconspicuous alley.
"It's really dangerous. Do these guys want my life when they come up? In this case, I shouldn't show up and fight with them. I should deal with it. If the three of them dare to surround me and kill me alone, it means that some of our teammates don't have it at all."
If you are attacked by the king, once you react, you will definitely come to support."
He felt that the top priority should be to protect himself.
But at this moment, he felt something.
He stopped and reached out to touch his forehead.
Thick blood gradually seeped out from his forehead, and as time passed, more and more blood flowed out.
"There is obviously no wound, but the blood is still oozing. Is it because of the kitchen knife? It's really scary. If he was really hit by the knife, he would definitely die."
Lu Zhiwen looked stern, thinking of the dangerous experience just now.
"It seems that even a wooden man can't avoid the attack of that knife. If I get slashed a few more times by the butcher, I will probably die."
Lu Zhiwen could already feel his head beginning to hurt violently, as if he had really been struck by a knife.
But no matter how much blood oozed from his forehead and the pain worsened, there was actually no scar at all on his head.
Feeling bad, he planned to move to avoid staying in one position for a long time and being targeted.
However, Lu Zhiwen had just taken a step forward when suddenly his feet were empty.
Then a terrifying pulling force came from that foot.
Looking down, Lu Zhiwen's eyes suddenly shrank, and he saw that there was a pothole in front of him at some point.
This hole seemed to have been dug by man, but it was bottomless and pitch black inside.
The most horrifying thing was that there was a dirty, skinny cold hand in the pothole grabbing his ankle and pulling him down desperately.
This pulling force is astonishingly strong, or it may be said that this is not a simple force at all, but an irresistible supernatural force that is making Lu Zhiwen fall into a deep pit.
"Is it another king's method? This place has been sealed off for a long time. No wonder only two people showed up before. It seems that they had expected that I would escape."
Lu Zhiwen didn't hesitate at all and immediately took out a pen.
This is a bleeding brush, but as soon as it is taken out, blood drips from the tip.
When the blood dripped onto the palm protruding from the black pit, it penetrated the palm directly.
The strange palm began to rot, and the rotten area spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a few seconds, the palm holding Lu Zhiwen would be completely eroded.
"It's too late. I won't give you another chance to escape."
But at this moment, a familiar voice sounded.
The gentleman appears.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Zhiwen's head went dark, and a piece of black cloth fell from the sky above him.
Before the black cloth came into contact, Lu Zhiwen smelled a strong corpse smell. This black cloth was no ordinary cloth at all. It gave him the feeling of a terrifying ghost, but this ghost was made of black cloth.
The image just exists.
"This is the end of you."
The butcher also appeared. His fat but lifeless body was like a wall, blocking Lu Zhiwen's escape. The kitchen knife with a curled blade and blood in his hand struck Lu Zhiwen again. At the same time, the surrounding environment became even more...
been affected.
Some kind of unknown ghost realm directly blocked this place, not giving Lu Zhiwen any chance to turn around.
The three kings are taking action together at this moment. Even if Lu Zhiwen has some life-saving means at this moment, it is not enough at this time. Even if he can fight back, so what, at most he can hurt the opponent, but he has to pay his own life as the price.
"It's over now."
Lu Zhiwen's numb face showed a hint of despair.
Although he still has some supernatural props in his hand, such as scapegoat dolls and ghost candles, these supernatural props were too weak under the king's joint attack to affect the situation. What's more, even if he wanted to use them now, he couldn't.
It's that time.
The opponent's attack came so fast, there was no time to breathe.
Seeing this, the gentleman showed a sneer on his lips, thinking that he should succeed.
In this time of crisis.
A memory that did not belong to the three kings suddenly came to mind.
In their memory, it seemed that this was not the first time they came to Dahai City, nor was it the first time they came to this street.
But in my memory, this street did not face the threat of evil spirits like it does now. It looked normal. Passers-by and cars could be seen on the street.
People walked by here normally as usual, nothing strange.
However, among this dense crowd, a young man holding an ax in his hand, who looked very unruly, but did not alert any passers-by, slowly walked towards him.
In his memory, this young man with an ax in his hand was slowly walking towards him.
Such memories appear in the minds of gentlemen, butchers and gravediggers.
Suddenly.
The three kings couldn't help but look in a different direction.
Although the streets in their memories are the same, they are all on the same road, and there is also the young man holding an ax unexpectedly.
But in the memories of the three people, the young man appeared in different places.
In the gentleman's memory, the young man appeared next to Lu Zhiwen, holding an ax high at the moment, as if he wanted to split the fallen black cloth.
In the butcher's memory, the young man had already come to him. When he was about to kill Lu Zhiwen with a knife, the young man also raised his ax and planned to hit him on the head.
In the memory of the gravedigger, although the young man also appeared near Lu Zhiwen, the young man in front of him raised his ax and was not slashing towards the sky, but towards the dead beast underground.
He grabbed Lu Zhiwen's palm and chopped it off.
this moment.
Something strange happened.
Memory and reality overlap.
There were actually two more young men beside Lu Zhiwen. The appearance of this man was exactly the same as the young man who appeared in everyone's memory. At this moment, he really raised his ax and struck at different places.
"Die to me."
It was the young man next to the butcher who spoke.
Just like the scene in his memory, he appeared next to the real butcher. At this moment, he roared and struck the butcher's head full of fat with the ax.
"damn it."
Feeling the murderous intention, the butcher decisively gave up attacking Lu Zhiwen and struck the ax that was coming towards him with his backhand.
The sound of metal clashing sounded.
The curled-edged kitchen knife had a gash in it.
However, there was also a clear edge on the ax in the young man's hand.
"Shen Lin? Is support coming?"
Lu Zhiwen was immediately happy when he saw this.
He didn't expect that Shen Lin would appear at the last moment when he was about to be killed.
But when I calmed down and thought about it, I found it reasonable. After all, Shen Lin had been missing before this, and the King's Organization had no idea that he had returned to the headquarters.
"Damn, it was almost."
The attack was stopped, and the Butcher, who almost received an ax on his head, did not choose to continue the attack. He took a few steps back with an angry look on his face. Unexpectedly, an unknown ghost master would suddenly appear at the critical moment.
If he hadn't reacted in time, let alone attacking Lu Zhiwen, he might have had his head chopped off with an ax by the other party.
However, compared to the butcher who was lucky enough to use an axe, the gravedigger hiding in the soil was not so lucky.
"Ah~!"
Piercing screams came from the ground.
The hand holding Lu Zhiwen's ankle was rotting away, and now it was chopped off by Shen Lin with an axe.
Although the dirty and rotten palms were still holding Lu Zhiwen tightly, the force trying to drag him into the hole had disappeared.