Shrike gave an order, and the iron tower behind him completely collapsed and turned into countless blue-black lights.
There seemed to be endless figures of ghosts in the light, and they were drawn in angrily and desperately by the delicate little tower in the dark man's hand.
The small iron tower also made an overwhelmed creaking sound, as if it might lose control at any time.
"shooting!"
The shrike shouted sharply, and the object in his hand turned into a blue-black stream of light and flew towards the feast.
The cry of the fierce ghost sounded, and countless green-faced fanged figures wandered in the air, but they were pulled towards the feast.
The entire ghost story scene was slowly shaking, and the blood mist was dispersed by this majestic force.
The small metal tower quickly collapsed in the air and turned into a huge iron pagoda.
A ferocious face appeared above, and the slowly flowing light made people afraid to look directly at it.
"Fuck..."
Wang Jin took a breath of cold air.
An attack of this level can completely obliterate oneself.
He has heard the legend that Iron Buddha Temple can suppress evil spirits.
But what do you mean by directly bringing the evil spirit with you to hit someone?
This scene is too shocking.
Only now did Wang Jin suddenly understand the company's confidence.
Why did those senior executives dare to let weird people like Hu Xiaobei and Liu Qingqing become employees? Why didn't they have too much control over themselves with the Eyes of the Ancient God?
They don't need to.
There is no need to regard something as a threat if it can be solved with one iron pagoda.
boom!
A loud noise shook the sky, and a ghost-like wailing sound echoed throughout the scene.
The sounds of the feast were drowned out.
Everyone's hearts went cold at the same time, and boundless fear arose.
This is a strange explosion, a helpless and sacrificial blow from the demons.
Wang Jin even saw the huge green mushroom cloud with the faces of ghosts on it.
"Scary?"
The shrike grinned and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"This thing has been improved by the company in recent years. The specific operating principle is confidential and I don't know it."
"Compress the evil spirit to the extreme, turn it into energy, and finally detonate it...that's about it."
Shrike grinned and explained to the shocked Wang Jin.
"As for evil spirits, should they be considered the weakest ghost stories?"
"They just dissipated during the attack, but they still exist."
The dark man touched his chin and spoke again.
“You can think of the Iron Buddha as the super bomb in the world of ghost stories.”
"Fuck..."
Wang Jin opened his mouth, but still didn't know what to say.
Turning countless low-level weird stories into energy is truly something only a company can do.
"The company's research direction is new energy, probably Guantan cars."
Wang Jin suddenly remembered what Zhao Guangming said to him.
Damn weird cars!
He should have thought of it long ago.
Since ghost stories can be turned into energy, they can be turned into bombs.
The company cannot be satisfied with small things like lighters. Weapons of mass destruction like the Iron Buddha are the last resort.
"The electromagnetic gun is in position! Shoot!"
Shrike waved his hand again, and something like a super-large Qigong wave flew out towards the feast.
Compared with the Iron Buddha, this attack is not too terrible.
Although it was also very powerful, Wang Jin was already shocked to the point of numbness.
All he could think about was the weird bomb just now.
"Don't worry, you're fine."
Shrike patted Wang Jin on the shoulder and smiled happily.
"We have deployed defensive devices before and will not be affected by the aftermath of the explosion."