Looking at the evil spirit in front of him that had become eroded and transformed into a human form, Gao Weiguang dragged out his last breath and begged for mercy from his throat.
But it’s too late.
Ten twisting and boundless black nails crawled up Gao Weiguang's neck like snakes.
Click!
Blood splattered on the walls, and Gao Weiguang died on the spot.
When he died, a trace of regret flashed through his brain, eventually spreading to his blood-red eyes.
"I'm going to... kill your whole family!"
The terrifying roar instantly spread throughout the entire room and living room.
Xia Shujuan was still struggling to death. When she heard the howl of ghosts and wolves, she froze in fear again. The instinct of survival had erased the price of the dress in her brain.
She desperately crawled towards Xiao Song, begging for his mercy.
Although my legs were stiff and numb, my hands still struggled to grasp the ground.
His fingernails were cracked, he was bleeding from digging, his eyes were bulging anxiously, and the veins on his neck were bulging. At first glance, it seemed that he was not here for survival, but for revenge!
Xiao Song instinctively kicked her in the face again.
At this moment, she no longer felt that she was punishing her boss, but that she was kicking a pile of dead flesh, a zombie, which had made her disgusted to the point of terrifying psychological defense level.
"Xiao Song..."
Xia Shujuan's voice trembled.
I was so frightened by the ghost that I forgot about the pain, and all I could think about was pleading for Xiao Song's pity.
Still unyielding, she crawled forward with all her strength. There was a "magical power" in her brain that constantly supported her to live and live.
"Xiao Song, I will give you 100 million, you...you save me!"
"As long as you save me...Xiao Song, Xiao..."
Paji!
Another kick.
Hearing Xia Shujuan's voice, Xiao Song felt disgusted and horrified. He could not think of money.
She was extremely scared. Now it was no longer the ghost at the door, but the woman in front of her who frightened her more than the ghost...the old woman...the old aunt!
We must get rid of her first, she is scarier than a ghost!
In a hurry, he saw another iron rod on the ground. In a hurry, he hurriedly grabbed it in his hand, aimed it at her head and beat it straight down.
"Bah!"
At this moment, Xiao Song couldn't feel his cruelty, but felt that he was a victory...a pleasure he had never experienced before.
Bang!
With a dull loud noise, a blood hole the size of a fist was knocked out of Xia Shujuan's head, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Part of it splashed directly onto Xiao Song’s white work clothes.
Xiao Song was so frightened that he staggered and collapsed on the ground.
The strange thing is that Xia Shujuan is still not dead, and that magical power still seems to be effective.
While talking to himself with difficulty, he suddenly thought that the 800,000 bonus for today's live broadcast had not yet been settled. Suddenly, the magical power increased a bit.
"Xiao, Xiao Song, save, save me!"
His whole head was stained red with blood!
Xiao Song was so frightened that he cried!
Oh my god! Why is she not dead yet?
Her brains popped out! Ah! She’s not dead... Ah!
She, is she a monster?
At this time, Xiao Song was already mentally disturbed and did not dare to fight anymore. She had been completely conquered by her tenacity.
In her eyes, the woman in front of her is a madman, she doesn't know pain at all, she is a monster!
She has forgotten the ghost in the room.
She has completely shocked people.
"Please, please let me go, please, please..."
She cried and begged for mercy, and her body began to retreat uncontrollably. She was so scared that she had gone crazy.
Her hand suddenly touched the strip of cloth, which was like a magical possession, instantly triggering her nerves to escape.
"Run! Run...I run!"
She shouted wildly.
She had no way out. Although she vaguely thought of her colleague Xiaojiao falling from here because the rope broke, what better choice could there be?
She has no choice.
He grabbed the cloth, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and jumped down.
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Emergency time.
The entrance door has been broken open by Zhao Zhengyang.
Seeing that the person on the ground had no vital signs, he quickly ran towards the living room.
Fang Zheng followed at the end.
When I saw the middle-aged man who had died stiffly on the ground, he looked eighty-nine times like Gao Xiaofei, so I concluded that he was Gao Xiaofei's father.
The death was extremely miserable.
His hands made a begging gesture, and his two eyeballs bulged strangely, which was very scary.
A member of the Folklore Bureau stepped forward and explained with a serious expression:
"The bulging eyeballs indicate that the deceased regretted something very much before death, and the hands begging for mercy indicate that the deceased had a strong desire to live."
Fang Zheng said: "Yes! This is very obvious!"
After saying that, out of respect for the corpse, he stretched out his hand and pressed the bulging eyes into the eye sockets, and stroked them three times in a row before reluctantly closing the eyelids.
I couldn't help but sigh:
"It's so miserable!"
I couldn't help but shudder, and once again I was lucky to be alive.
After passing the oversized living room and arriving at the side room, Zhao Zhengyang finally saw the so-called clone.
At the same time, I also sensed some life breath from the powerful ghost energy.
Although it is very weak, it is indeed the breath of life.
"Xiaotian, go and save people, let me deal with this kid."
"Yes."
Assistant Xiaotian led people to other side rooms.
"Little devil, where can I escape!"
With a command, Zhao Zhengyang waved his embroidered spring knife and slashed at the evil ghost in front of him.
The evil ghost looks almost the same as the little ghost, but now his face is covered with corpse spots, many parts of his body have rotted, and even his bones are exposed.
The shroud on his body was in clumps, and the stench was extremely bad. The whole body looked like it was made of a pile of garbage, which was unsightly.
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Zhao Zhengyang felt extremely sick even when the sword was used, for fear of contaminating his guardian spirit.
Unexpectedly, the ghost was agile and dodged with a huff.
All of this relies on its powerful ghost aura, which is almost as good as Zhao Zhengyang's guardian spirit aura. If one cannot suppress the other, then you can only use your mental strength.
Obviously, the evil ghost's ghost power is almost the same as Zhao Zhengyang's spiritual power.
What's more important is that the evil ghost can also release clones, which means that it can choose to use clones to save its life in dangerous situations.
Cutting down with one knife is in vain.
Zhao Zhengyang was a little surprised. He had been killing monsters for decades, but he had never encountered such a powerful opponent. He didn't expect to meet him today.
Of course, not only today, but also for a long time recently, Zhao Zhengyang has had a strange feeling.
The frequency of ghost stories seems to be getting higher and higher, and their severity is getting bigger and bigger. Even Zhao Zhengyang has a vague feeling that he may not live until the end of this year.
This is a very experienced psychic’s prediction of the strange phenomenon in the current society.
This intuition is ridiculously accurate.
Fortunately, everything is in harmony with each other. What makes Zhao Zhengyang even more gratified is that there are many more awakened guardians this year than in previous years, and some of them are kings as soon as they wake up, and they are full-level bosses as soon as they start.
For example, Gu Yang.
This made him feel gratified and proud.
Facing the evil ghost, Zhao Zhengyang has fallen into self-doubt.
Gu Yang moved forward quickly and saw that Zhao Zhengyang was fighting equally. He was a little curious and walked over and asked:
"Uncle Zhao, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Zhao Zhengyang said with a sip of saliva.
Looking back at the evil ghost, I didn't know when it had leapt to the ceiling.
It looks like a shriveled fake monkey, with a faint black mist emitting around its body, getting thicker and thicker.
Zhao Zhengyang immediately said:
"It, it's going to run away!"
Assistant Xiaotian also followed:
"The release of ghost energy is a deception method that evil ghosts always use. We must be vigilant and eliminate it immediately."
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Zhengyang slashed at Li Gui again with his sword.
This sword almost used half of the body's vitality. The Xiuchundao flashed a lightning in the void. The tip of the knife suddenly became longer. The blade suddenly flashed with sword light. The cold air was overwhelming. Wherever it passed, all the ghost energy was absorbed by it.
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Boom!!!
The diamond chandelier on the ceiling was cut into pieces, the decorative boards were shattered all over the floor, and even the hard floor almost broke a big hole.
The evil ghost seemed to be fixed on the ceiling, motionless for a while, like a squashed monkey specimen.
There is only a little residual ghost energy left around.
"Director Zhao, that's great, that evil ghost has been killed by you!"
Assistant Xiaotian cheered excitedly.
However, Zhao Zhengyang didn't take it seriously. At the same time, he felt a vague sense of foreboding in his heart.
I stared at the ghost on the ceiling, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt something was wrong.
Even though I am as powerful as the evil spirit, how can I eliminate it so easily?
This is unscientific!
While he was wondering, someone screamed:
"The devil is here, here..."
Zhao Zhengyang hurriedly looked back and saw that he was referring to the freezer.
Through the guardian spirit in his body, Zhao Zhengyang quickly sensed the main body of the ghost, which turned out to be somewhere in the freezer.
"Everyone, be careful, it has been hidden." Zhao Zhengyang reminded loudly.
One member said: "Yes, I saw it too. The door of the freezer was closed just now. It must have hidden in the freezer."
.........
Fang Zheng and other members of the Folklore Bureau had entered another side room and found an old woman lying on the ground with a big hole in her head.
Go forward and rescue him immediately.
Seeing the old woman's bloody appearance, Fang Zheng couldn't help but sigh.
"Eidi mother! She is not dead yet! Ah! What a great fate!"
"Quickly, help her out quickly."
However...
The moment the old woman's body was lifted up, her neck suddenly softened, and there was a gurgling sound in her throat as the sewer pipe was being unclogged.
It's like taking your last breath.
It also seems to be roaring or shouting.
His eyes were as big as bells, and his eyes were completely gone.
"Quick, listen to what she is saying?" Fang Zheng said anxiously.
"Eight, eight, it seems like eight."
"Eight what?" Fang Zheng was puzzled.
I quickly closed my ears and listened carefully, and then I barely heard it clearly. My face sank, and I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Uncle Fang, what did she say?" someone asked curiously.
Fang Zheng was silent.
I glanced at the man and then strode towards the window.
I was dumbfounded when I saw it.
"Quick, come quickly!"
Everyone heard the sound and rushed forward. In front of the window, the body of a girl of various ages was hanging in the air, her life was in danger.
"Pull her up to me quickly!"
At this moment, Fang Zheng unknowingly became the boss among these people, and she felt a vague sense of accomplishment.
However, his eagerness to save others also made him happier.
Unexpectedly, a few people pulled up less than five or six meters.
Click!
The strip of cloth broke in the middle, and the girl quickly fell downstairs.
Just like Xiaojiao, it made a huge roar.
Everyone's hearts twitched together, their faces were stunned, and they were speechless for a long time.