Let's Face Your Fear Together Chapter 121 Death Notice
What the hell is this?
As if he was dissatisfied with this stalemate, the ghost slowly raised his head, as if looking at Zhang Luo, and more and more corpse water flowed out of the black eyes. The passenger behind him held the death notice and stood up stiffly at almost the same time.
Not as neatly organized as them, they walked out of their seats and squeezed out of the aisle.
Not to mention how shocking this scene was, those people had their eyes closed, including the old, weak, women and children, but there were at least sixty or seventy people, and death notices were issued to people in several carriages.
Zhang Luo was not so frightened when he dealt with the culprit-level street lamp ghost alone. It was so weird that this ghost could actually control the person who was handed the leaflets! Could it be said that from the moment the leaflets were handed out, he was already dead?
Did it fall?
Instead, Zhang Luo's eyes became intense. If he wanted to kill someone in the future, he could just ask this ghost to throw a flyer and slap him in the face, scaring those bastards on the other side to death.
This ghost...
"I want it!" Zhang Luo tried his best to resist the power coming from the ghost's hand, and roared from his throat, "Wuxin!"
With a call, Wuxin fell down from the luggage compartment on the train, hugged the candlestick that rolled to the side and was thicker than her waist, and threw it out.
As expected of being unintentional, he was really powerful and had already gotten behind the ghost.
A candlestick was strongly inserted into the ghost's coat. The crowd behind the ghost suddenly seemed to have lost support and lay in a mess on the aisle. The notices in the hands of the passengers also fell to the floor.
Ghost feels that his own strength is declining. Although he sometimes seems rigid when it comes to rules, it does not mean that he does not know how to weigh the pros and cons and make adjustments.
He actually put down Zhang Luo's notice and turned his head to pull out the candlestick, just like the culprit Zhang Luo met a few days ago. Only a ghost could do such an action that completely ignored the human body structure.
Play like this.
But how could Zhang Luo and Wu Xin allow him to continue his evil ways?
Zhang Luo hit him on the head, but it was of no use.
But then he was surprised. The damn dog-skin hat actually blocked the physical damage of the ancient book. This was the first time he encountered it.
The ancient books that used to be used against ghosts have also lost their effectiveness.
"Fuck! I hate flags!" He thought of Bai Suli's flag before, and his mood became even worse.
Sure enough, something was wrong. There was actually equipment that was immune to physical attacks. This supernatural item was much more powerful than that poncho.
"No matter what, let's be brave!"
Zhang Luoe was so scared that he didn't know what he was thinking. He grabbed the notice on the ghost's arm and ran away. His hand speed was extremely fast, no worse than those great magicians who had been single for 30 years.
Seeing that his arms were empty, even the ghost was stunned for a moment.
This time it stirred up a hornet's nest. While Gui was entangled with Wuxin on the candlestick with one hand, Sa Yazi stretched out the other paw and started to chase him wildly. He was no longer as aggressive as he had just teleported to Zhang Luo.
Zhang Luo clearly saw that the black and white photos on the notices in his hand were all ferocious ghosts, and they were even moving, trying to break free.
There are ghosts on their hands, and there is another one chasing behind them. A group of defeated soldiers who had just suffered a huge loss at the hands of the other side actually dared to attack the culprit-level ghosts.
He is so bold that he knows no bounds.
Zhang Luo felt the wind behind his ears as the ghost scratched him, and a sense of pride arose in his heart.
It’s so fucking exciting to snatch things from ghosts!
Bai Su widened his eyes and saw Zhang Luo running towards him in front of him. Zhang Luo ignored the others and shouted directly: "Su Su! Run!"
Bai Su trusted Zhang Luo very much and ran with him.
However, Bai Su didn't know at all that the ghost was just chasing Zhang Luo. She only had to give way and she would not be targeted. The poor little girl had to be tortured in the middle of the night. Unknowingly, because of Zhang Luo, the destined one,
appears and life becomes unrecognizable.
Having said that, with a loud roar, the passengers who had fallen asleep due to the ghost's supernatural power were struggling to wake up. What if they saw a skeleton wearing a dirty coat chasing two teenagers passing by in the aisle when they woke up?
How big of a commotion will it cause.
Now it is basically certain that the opponent is the culprit level. After being suppressed by Candlestick for one level, he can still compete with Wu Xin with one hand. This in itself represents the tyranny of this ghost. And Zhang Luo actually wants to do this
It was so audacious to completely confiscate all the things. If he were not careful, he, Bai Su, and the whole car would all have to go back to their hometown to get married.
As for Wu Xin, whose strength had just been seriously injured, although the thin silk thread trapped the whole body of the ghost, it could only restrain one hand of the flyer ghost. And the corpse water that kept seeping out had almost wetted Wu Xin's palace suit.
The corrosion is breaking those threads one by one.
She won't last long.
Zhang Luo, who was chased by ghosts, walked with sparks and lightning, and the light bulbs kept flashing. It was also because the light bulbs on the train were durable, otherwise they would have exploded.
"This is not the way to go!"
He thought of the structure of the dog-skin hat and seemed to have made up his mind.
He suddenly exerted force on his feet and jumped up, widening the distance between him and the ghost.
The ghost is also speeding up.
Zhang Luo turned around, picked up the ancient book, and thrust it directly in front of his face. The book was completely eaten by the chasing ghost with his face.
The flyer ghost had his head knocked off.
That's right, this is not an adjective. How strong do you expect a skull without the protection of a ghost coat to be able to withstand a blow?
Even the hand that the ghost used to block it was broken apart. A skull with a dog-skin hat rolled far away, and muddy water was sprinkled all over the floor.
Now, he has no head to go to Canada.
Although there is no Canada in this world.
"This is the time!" Zhang Luo opened the ancient book. The ghost who had lost his head was still moving instinctively, but his only intact hand was still under unintentional control.
Zhang Luo quickly tore off a piece of paper and printed it on the ghost hand without any hesitation.
"Clang." The ghost disappeared in an instant, along with the coat. It seemed that the ancient book determined that he had lost the ability to resist and was imprisoned directly. Wuxin and the candlestick fell down.
Zhang Luo picked up the candlestick and small puppet, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and called Bai Su back to his seat.
A male passenger had just woken up when a little girl seemed to pass by him, but his focus soon changed.
"Damn it, some red guy brought in the rotten eggs and smashed them..."
Screams and curses sounded from behind, and Bai Su, who had been running away but was still a little confused, walked faster and returned to his seat as if he was running away.
Zhang Luo took the bag from her and put the books, candlesticks and wet and smelly puppets into the bag, but he felt happy in his heart. In his hand was a stack of death notices.
"I'm sorry, sir, we'll clean it up right away..." the stewardess over there apologized.
The sound came, as if they had just arrived. Some guests here who had been given death notices woke up. Although there was a smell here, it was nothing compared to the weird death notices around them.
The carriage here also became noisy.
"Fuck, who the hell sent me this, to die within seven days? Bad luck!"
"Me too. Who is this so wicked? What's the situation? Is it a threat? What's going on with this train?"
"Why am I lying on the ground?"
"my heart……"
"Hey, come here quickly, is there anyone who knows first aid!"
…
"Brother Luo?" Bai Su wanted to say something as he looked at the big sister in uniform running over in a hurry.
"Stop talking, we still have things to do. Professional people will handle this kind of thing. Anyway, we have got rid of the ghost."
There was a lot of noise there, so Zhang Luo subconsciously stuffed the notice into his bag and looked out the car window pretending to be nonchalant.
He felt a little guilty. He was afraid that he would be caught and beaten as someone who distributed leaflets.
Moreover, he doesn't know how to save people, and he is just as good at killing people. He still needs professionals to clean his butt.
But his heart was filled with confusion. What was going on? Wasn't the ghost already imprisoned? Why were there still flyers? In addition, would it be useful if he distributed the flyers himself?
That matter is very strange, but I believe the people from the railway bureau will handle it well.
Instead, he pretended to read a book and actually looked at the newly obtained pages. The content on them made him a little concerned.
The ban on the culprit - giving (incomplete)
(Explanation specially provided for a certain idiot): The ban is a list of imprisonment. Imprisonment is not for punishment, but to make up for losses.
He is a taboo at night, wandering between life and death. He must not be touched, approached, or lied to. He is the ruthless god of death, announcing the end and destination of living people. For those targeted by him, death is unstoppable.
It cannot be changed or canceled.
Aside from this slightly neutral introduction, there is also the hint that is full of malice.
This ghost is so awesome.
This thing sounds like a causal weapon. From the moment the flyers were handed out, those people were destined to die. In other words, Zhang Luo glanced at the passengers over there. Those unlucky guys were doomed.
And he's the kind of person who knows how to die.
It can only be said that they are unlucky. It is not easy to survive in this strange world.
At the same time, we can also see the danger of this ghost.
Even if Zhang Luo doesn't control him, he can throw the ghost towards the opponent when necessary, and they will have their work done.
But it was incomplete... Zhang Luo was silent, recalling the skull wearing a dog-skin hat and a hand that he had knocked away.
In other words, part of this ghost has escaped.
It's just a head anyway, so it should be fine, right? Thinking about it, Zhang Luo felt relieved. It's just a head. Is it possible that it can grow back?
Okay, another flag is set.
On the luggage compartment of the train, a skeleton spider crawled over with its head pressed on its hand, and muddy water oozed from its dark eye sockets, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
A few hours later, the train arrived at the station and it was already dark.
When Zhang Luo and Bai Su got off the train, a group of soldiers with guns surrounded him, and he was so frightened that he jumped up and down.