Zhang Luoneng, who was a little surprised on the side, could see more clearly that under the light from the opposite side, the pale skin on the face of the corpse had quickly turned into an iron-blue color, and the throat was completely cut open by a string that was unintentionally manipulated.
You can even vaguely see bright red blood vessels.
This was also the reason why the other party died quickly, after all, his neck was almost cut in half.
It's a bit disgusting anyway, and I'm afraid he doesn't want to eat meat these days.
The large pool of blood on the ground has reached your feet, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood, which mixes with the original smell in the air-raid shelter.
"Ugh——!" Someone made a sound of vomiting.
Zhang Luo was wearing a mask and his sight was blocked but he still felt disgusted, let alone other people. Just saying that the dead moved was terrifying enough.
He prepared the ancient book. Although the dead man seemed to be unintentionally controlling it, he was still subconsciously on guard. This is the instinct of the living.
But then he forced himself to put it down and whispered an order to the dead man: "Except for the two guys who were brought in, get rid of everyone else."
If you are even afraid of the ghosts under your control, you will not be able to control those ghosts who kill humans like pigs and dogs, let alone under such a fragile equal contract relationship in the ancient book.
Zhang Luo doesn't think that Asasi can move ghosts, just like a pig relies on love to influence a tiger and make it give up eating meat. That would be cheating ghosts.
Therefore, he cannot escape, at least he must maintain a certain degree of strength, just like a rider who controls a ferocious bull, he must learn to guide the power of these ghosts.
Fortunately, the little puppet Wu Xin is not violent and untamed, giving Zhang Luo, a novice, room to try.
However, the Wuxin-controlled corpse did not rush in as Zhang Luo imagined, but stagnated at the door, looking very fearful.
Zhang Luo quickly noticed this, and he frowned, feeling a little troubled by this supernatural event. Could it be that Wu Xin, a ghost, didn't dare to step into this room? What on earth is in this place?
He remembered the disaster-level incident in Liugu Academy, which was a shadow in the hearts of all those who escaped from Liugu Academy.
"No, it's impossible. If it's a disaster, it's impossible for Qiao Xi not to know about it. At least people from the administration will come to evacuate the residents."
After all, this news has started to spread on the Internet, so there is no reason why this place cannot be discovered. It can only be said that this place is not a big threat in the eyes of those people.
However, Zhang Luo doesn't know exactly how the so-called Abnormal Event Management Bureau works. He can only say that there is something weird about this place. It may not be lethal, but it is weird enough. But it is not impossible to solve. There are no supernatural incidents that can be solved by physical knocking.
It can't be solved by hitting it.
But there were a few reckless gangsters inside, holding small pistols and banging them, so he had to huddle here carefully to avoid being shot in the head. He didn't dare to go in, and they refused to come out.
This has turned into this weird deadlock, which is really a headache.
Zhang Luo rolled his eyes, then had an idea and spread out the book.
Xiao Lin and others loaded the bullets into the chamber. Just as they were wondering what to do, they suddenly saw someone throwing something in. They were startled and quickly took a few steps back.
It seemed to be a ball of paper, still burning.
What does it mean?
Before these people could figure it out, a skin-haired person suddenly appeared in front of them.
A little boy with green eyes and black eyes.
Since you don’t know what it is, let’s test it with an ancient book: “Kids, get those tattooed ones out!”
The kid who had just been summoned by the contract was thrown into the weird room by Zhang Luo with a blinded look on his face, and was treated as cannon fodder.
If humans were treated like this, they would have rebelled long ago. At least this kid helped him a lot in the early days of clearing up wasteland.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, new people came and the old people were used as cannon fodder. I have to say that Zhang Luo really has the potential to be a bit of a scumbag.
Of course Zhang Luo doesn't care what this kid is thinking, since he can't resist anyway.
I saw the little guy appearing aggrievedly in this strange room, and instantly there was a loud sound of gunshots.
"Ah——! Ghost!"
"Help! Mom!"
Zhang Luo, who had been ready to cover his ears, let go and heard that it started to become noisy inside. He couldn't understand what the other party said. At most, he could hear someone calling mother.
In order to break the deadlock, he was even prepared to sacrifice the kid, but when he poked his head out of the shielding wall at the door, a black line suddenly appeared on his face.
These guys seemed to be funny. The kid was chasing them, but those guys didn't dare to run to the door. The two guys in the middle who were brought in didn't know whether they were frightened or something, one was standing and the other was sitting.
Standing, motionless.
Then a funny scene appeared. It was obviously a mysterious and serious atmosphere, but these guys and a stupid kid started to circle around the two ordinary people, clockwise, counterclockwise, and then in a figure eight shape.
Are you practicing fancy eagle catching chickens?
"Mo Lei, you idiot? Why do you have to go around those two people? Aren't ghosts able to ignore physical obstacles?" Zhang Luo covered his face, feeling that he had lost all his dignity.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have any helpers, such a malicious and cute guy would have been kicked out of the team long ago.
Zhang Luo had to reconsider how to break this strange deadlock.
At this time, exclamations and curses suddenly appeared in the room, and then stopped abruptly.
Zhang Luo was stunned for a moment, then carefully poked his head out, and saw that the man who had been standing with his back to him was standing up from the gang member who was already lying on the ground. The flashlight that fell on the ground illuminated half of his body.
Those people seemed to be unconscious, and Mo Lei stood there blankly, at a loss.
Zhang Luo's heart tightened and his pupils shrank sharply. This man has such fast movements and fighting skills!
He actually knocked down the four gangsters as soon as they met each other, although it was deliberate and unintentional.
Zhang Luo thought for a moment, and without the help of supernatural powers, ten of him probably wouldn't be able to defeat each other.
There is no way, I am just an ordinary fat house in this world, and my physical fitness is purely used to lower the average level of human beings.
Alas, supernatural events are becoming more and more dangerous nowadays. Not only do we have to deal with ghosts, but we also have to deal with people.
"Classmate, goodbye Liu Gu, long time no see. How have you been?" The other party slowly turned around and pushed up his glasses. The half of his poker face appeared under the light. It didn't feel like he was saying hello, but reporting.
data.
Zhang Luo's expression under the mask became a little surprised, and he slowly walked out of the shadows, but his voice did not change: "What are you talking about? I don't remember seeing you?"
Who can't pretend to be stupid? If you really want to admit it, you'd be a fool.
, why do you need this mask when your identity is revealed by just cheating?
But when he saw that face, he seemed to have an impression. Wasn't this a very awesome-looking student union secretary that he met in Liugu Academy that day?
Of course, it was obvious that he had forgotten the person's name, which was a bit rude.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me introduce, my name is Xing Nan." The former student union secretary looked at Zhang Luo, without any apology at all, and said without changing his tone, "What are you here for?"
He didn't dwell on it, and the question was straightforward.
Zhang Luo's heart sank, what is this guy doing here? To get other people's money, fame, wealth or beauty?
Unexpectedly, this guy's sanctimonious face and frigid appearance turned out to be fake...
He just thought about it casually and spat at the other party in his heart, but when he talked nonsense, his face remained calm and enthusiastic: "You can call me the puppet master. Of course I am here to solve this supernatural incident, yes
In order to prevent people like you from using the power of ghosts to seek your own interests and harm others. It is for the justice of this world! What, do you want to stop me?"
He said this with righteousness, as if he was the kind of superhero who would risk his own life for the world and love to meddle in other people's business.
He always plays a lot.
"Oh, that's right. Sorry, I hope you give up. This supernatural incident won't go away for the time being." Xing Nan said.
His expression didn't even change,
The corners of Zhang Luo's mouth twitched, this guy has facial paralysis, right?
"Tch! A person who doesn't know how to talk and complain. If such a person lives in this world, don't you feel that he has lost the meaning of being a human being?" Zhang Luo just without authorization dragged a group of people into the ranks of inhumans.
He muttered for a moment and continued loudly, with some sarcasm and ridicule in his voice: "In order to get other people's money, power, or beauty? Don't you want to talk about it?"
What he substitutes is the thinking of normal people. When ordinary people get this opportunity, of course they want wealth, fame and fortune, and beautiful girls. In essence, it is for reproduction. Otherwise, why work hard?
"Your power comes from the supernatural, right?" Xing Nan asked.
Hiss——! This is so novel. Zhang Luo himself half guessed and half speculated about the power of ancient books. How did this guy know about it?
Or is it just speculation? We can only wait and see how it changes.
"Oh? What do you want to say?" Zhang Luo raised his eyebrows under the mask, not hiding his doubts.
He picked up the pistol at the feet of the corpse with his gloved hands. The hem of his poncho was stained with sticky blood and dripped slowly. He glanced sideways at the opposite side, but sat on the ground with Xing Nan.
A slightly fat man was already frightened out of his wits.
He didn't even know what was going on, it just existed as background and music. At this moment, looking at the bloody pistol in Zhang Luo's hand, his face felt like he had eaten bitter gourd, with snot and tears all over his face.
The muzzle of the gun was slightly raised, as if he could shoot at the boy who was about his own age at any time, and as if he was just looking at him casually. He didn't panic at all, and the situation was still under his control.
But Xing Nan's expression remained unchanged: "I discovered that only ghosts can deal with ghosts, so I'm here."
Zhang Luo couldn't see anything at all on his expressionless face. He admitted that he had indeed met his opponent, a troublesome guy.