Gu Yang, Zhao Zhengyang and others have gone crazy. Although they have more or less used their own special moves, they are still not completely sure when facing the increasing number of skeletons.
"Oh my God! There are so many!"
Assistant Xiaotian couldn't help but sigh.
He was exhausted and could pass out at any time. Almost everyone in the building turned into skeletons.
The speed of killing is actually far behind the mutation speed of the skeleton man.
Zhao Zhengyang is still immersed in killing, with no intention of stopping.
Before there was any change, he could only grit his teeth and persevere, and he was determined to do his best.
Gu Yang's mysterious mailbox was already trembling, reminding him that another strange incident had occurred in the building next door, but it was too late for him to deal with it.
Just like Zhao Zhengyang, he can only fight with all his strength.
At this time.
During the pause for breath, Zhao Zhengyang suddenly thought of something, his eyes flashed quickly and said:
"Hey, Gu Yang, you, do you remember what Xie Lin said before?"
Gu Yang thought for a moment and said, "What did you say?"
The corners of Zhao Zhengyang's mouth curved slightly and he said in a deep voice:
"He said before that when he met Guiwu, he heard someone in the void saying 'Give me my eyes', 'Give me my eyes', and said it twice in a row, and then the eyes of his two sons Xie Wenhao and Xie Wenxuan
Died.
"He said that the voice seemed to come from the mouth of an old man. By the way, he seemed to have seen this old man before. In short, it felt like deja vu.
"Also, do you still remember the weird wig that said, 'Give me my hair, give me my hair'?
“It’s almost the same template!”
Gu Yang was a little confused and murmured: "It does have something to do with it, but I don't know what you want to say."
Zhao Zhengyang couldn't help but excitedly snapped his fingers in the air and said as if he was sure of winning:
"I want to say that there is a way to attract ghosts, which is called 'talking like ghosts', and then the ghosts will appear in front of you. This method is similar to summoning spirits. Although it seemed very mysterious in the past, in our current era,
That’s the truth.”
"Huh?"
"Okay! Even if I tell you, I may not understand."
Zhao Zhengyang was a little impatient. Of course, he also felt that there was no time. It would be useless to talk more, so it was better to take action directly.
He knew that if he continued to fight like this without trying to change his thinking, he might really lose control.
"Give me my eyes back!"
Zhao Zhengyang imitated the ghost and made a shrill and resentful sound in his throat.
Make the first sound.
Phew!
An eerie cold wind suddenly blew in the classroom corridor, and several scraps of paper floated into the void in regular patterns, as if controlled by a mysterious force.
Assistant Xiaotian said excitedly:
"Bureau Zhao, it worked, it worked, look...that piece of paper."
Reach out and point to Zhao Zhengyang.
However, Zhao Zhengyang said nothing, struck while the iron was hot, and continued to shout a second time.
"Give me my eyes back!"
The words just fell.
Gu Yang felt a strange cold breath, and instinctively, the tentacles on his neck were activated, and countless fine pores began to sense the strange movements around him.
While secretly thinking: "Does this trick really work?"
Although he still doubted or even didn't believe in the so-called feudal superstition, the cold aura just now was indeed different from the one emanating from the skeleton man.
This shows that at least Zhao Zhengyang’s method is correct.
"Give me my eyes back!"
……
……
At the same time.
In another girls dormitory building.
Mu Yuqing, Mu Lingyun, Ma Hongchao and others also sensed a strange cold aura.
Several people suddenly froze, looking around at the surrounding environment. For a moment, the entire dormitory was eerily quiet, and the air seemed to be frozen.
Ma Hongchao took the lead to break the silence and said loudly:
"Uncle Mu, do you feel it? I suddenly felt a chill on my back. This, this must be the skeleton man's fault."
Mu Yuqing followed: "I feel it too, but I feel that this cold aura seems to be the same as that coming from Gu Yang. It is too obvious."
Ma Hongchao asked: "Where did Gu Yang go?"
Mu Yuqing said: "Didn't he go to deal with other strange stories?"
Ma Hongchao said: "I know, I mean, could he be——"
He did not continue speaking, as if he had touched some taboo.
Mu Yuqing immediately said: "Impossible, he can't frame us intentionally."
Ma Hongchao explained: "Well, I just doubt this. No one knows the specific facts."
After a slight pause, he immediately said:
"However, I feel that the aura emanating from Gu Yang is somewhat different from the one that was emitted just now. If you don't believe me, please feel it carefully."
Mu Lingyun didn't understand what they were talking about at all.
Watching with a confused face, not forgetting to make a defensive posture.
His rich experience tells him that no matter what abnormalities appear in the surrounding environment, the first thing to do is to protect yourself. If your life is not protected, everything is a luxury.
He shouldered the AK rifle and made an emergency killing posture.
The rifle is equipped with a dagger bayonet, which can be used directly as a knife at critical moments.
But at this moment.
Ma Hongchao seemed to have seen something and said anxiously:
"Mu, Uncle Mu, look."
Less than thirty meters away from them, a faint black mist suddenly appeared, like a human-shaped landscape painting, slowly moving towards them.
"Quick, run!"
Mu Lingyun shouted hurriedly and pushed Mu Yuqing hard. Mu Yuqing was accidentally pushed back five or six meters and almost fell down.
Immediately, Mu Lingyun grabbed the AK rifle and started shooting.
Da da da!
Da da da!
Hundreds of rounds of bullets were fired in a row, and one person would probably have to sieve them into pieces. But the strange thing is that the ghost mist was not affected at all, and still slowly and staggeringly moved towards Mu Lingyun.
"Give me...eyes!"
"Give your eyes back?"
Mu Lingyun was stunned, thinking that this might be a strange story different from the skeleton man.
After all, in a strange world, any unexpected situation may happen.
"It's really a wave of ups and downs!"
Mu Lingyun said coldly.
"Boss, it, it seems like it can't be beaten away!"
One of his subordinates said tremblingly, already frightened by the black mist in front of him.
Mu Lingyun reacted very quickly and said in a deep voice:
"That's right, this kind of weird talk can no longer be dealt with by hot weapons. At this time, it has to be a guardian spirit."
After saying that, he immediately summoned the guardian spirit in his body.
It is also an AK rifle. This kind of gun is generally invisible to ordinary people. Only those who have awakened the guardian spirit can see it.
Mu Lingyun held it firmly in his hand, put a ball that was like an elixir and shone with a faint golden light into the barrel of the gun, hung the trigger, made a shooting posture, and coldly snorted:
"Hey, come here!"
"Give me...eyes!"
Black mist kept repeating this sentence slowly and leisurely.
The sound is eerie and empty.
It never stops moving forward. Although it moves slowly, it does not mean that it will always be slow.
The experienced Mu Lingyun is always vigilant. If necessary, he will not hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot into the black mist.
"Come on! Hurry up... get closer!"
"A little closer..."
Mu Lingyun's lips twitched slightly, and he desperately longed for the black mist to get close to him, because then he would be more sure to hit with one shot.
"Give back...my...eyes."
"Return your mother's target!"
He snarled angrily, and the next moment, he pulled the trigger and fired. The bullet hit Heimu's body without any bias.
But the strange thing is that the black mist is still intact, not only darker than the original color, but also moving faster than the original speed.
"Give me...eyes!"
The voice began to become resentful and shrill, as if he was collecting debt from Mu Lingyun.
Mu Lingyun was stunned for a moment, thinking that this was impossible. There was no way his "soul-capturing gun" could not kill a vicious ghost.
Unless the level of this evil ghost is higher than mine.
Thinking about it this way, I felt a little panicked.
"Boss, how about we retreat quickly! We are obviously no match for this evil spirit."
The subordinate on the side suggested kindly.
But how could Mu Lingyun be willing to admit defeat?
Continue to add balls into the gun chamber, pull the trigger, and shoot...
Mu Yuqing had already escaped a hundred meters away. When she saw her father and several of his subordinates struggling against the ghost fog, she gritted her teeth and turned back.
"Mu Yuqing, don't you want to live?"
Ma Hongchao roared angrily and grabbed Mu Yuqing's arm to pull her back.
Obviously, anyone with a discerning eye can see that even Mu Lingyun, who has great supernatural powers, seems to have no way to deal with this ghost mist. If this stalemate continues, it will definitely lead to disaster.
"You...let me go!"
Mu Yuqing struggled hard.
"Listen to me and evacuate quickly, otherwise our lives will not be saved."
"Ma Hongchao, you are a despicable person!"
He yelled angrily, and the next moment he summoned the 'moon' in his body and struck towards Ma Hongchao coldly.
Ma Hongchao dodged in time, and at the same time, the hand holding Mu Yuqing's arm loosened.