Zhang Tong's words made the weird atmosphere a little strange.
In the entire shopping mall, those who were so driven by fear that they lost their minds almost instinctively understood the meaning of this sentence.
After a while, some veteran drivers came to their senses, and even in this weird and terrifying environment, they couldn't help but show moving expressions.
Which mental hospital did this masked guy come from?
After all this, you still drive?
The crowd seemed to be much calmer at this moment. The scene that was almost out of control several times seemed to be controlled by himself in a unique way?
Before Zhang Tong could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold aura full of resentment and madness locked onto him from afar.
Zhang Tong raised his head and met the fourth-floor transcendent's scarlet eyes that concealed murderous intent.
Although there are five personal pronouns in Zhang Tong's sentence, it is difficult to understand.
But as long as your IQ exceeds 100, you can understand the meaning of this sentence with a little thought.
To ordinary people, this sentence may mean simply racing.
But for the extraordinary person standing on the fourth floor, Zhang Tong's words seemed to have shattered his last dignity, causing him to boil crazily with black mist all over his body.
Scarlet eyes stared at Zhang Tong, and the vicious voice echoed in the shopping mall like the cold wind:
"Damn it! You damn bastard!"
"I want you to die, I want you to die!"
"Ahhhhh!"
A manic roar of anger came from the mouth of the transcendent. The next moment, he suddenly turned into a black energy and rushed directly towards Zhang Tong from the fourth floor.
A piece of black mist fell from the sky, and there was a vague outline of a human figure in the black mist.
Zhang Tong raised his head and could clearly see traces of blood-red lines appearing on the face of the vague human figure, just like veins bulging out of an extremely angry person.
The face covered with bloody veins was also suddenly elongated at the rapid speed of falling from the sky.
On his long, narrow and twisted face, his mouth expanded to the extreme.
"roar!"
A shrill roar came from the incredibly huge mouth, and the impact visible to the naked eye quickly penetrated the black fog that filled the entire shopping mall and hit Zhang Tong.
Feeling the majestic pressure coming from above his head, Zhang Tong nimbly dodged, and the invisible shock wave instantly hit the ground.
Waves of waves spread to Zhang Tong's body, causing Zhang Tong's coat to flutter in the wind.
"Becoming stronger?"
The powerful power made Zhang Tong's face covered by the Big Big Wolf mask look solemn.
Quickly moving towards Wu Caixuan, who seemed to have a bloody skirt but was still wearing underwear, Zhang Tong probably knew something in his heart.
"Is it really related to Wu Caixuan?"
"The so-called marriage of the Ghost King should be a ritual that can make him stronger."
"Is it similar to Bai Huiya's advanced ritual? No...if it's an advanced ceremony, where did these paper-zombified people come from?"
Under the mask, Zhang Tong's eyes were still full of doubts. There were still too many mysteries about this ghost with extraordinary meaning.
The most important thing is that the ghosts, full of spite and madness, didn't seem to give Zhang Tong a chance to think. After a missed blow, his hands were filled with bloody red nails.
As if a basin of water was poured onto the ground, a large amount of black energy surged, and the ghost rushed towards Zhang Tong at an incredible speed, its scarlet nails flowing with a strange light.
The cold breath hit his face, making Zhang Tong, who had practiced Hongquan to an almost perfect level, feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
However, what Zhang Tong relies on is not the national martial art of Hong Quan, but the spiritual power of his apprentices.
Squinting his eyes towards the strangely powerful ghost, Zhang Tong could see at a glance that his movements were unorganized.
With such power, bullying ordinary people will definitely make them unable to resist.
But when it comes to an extraordinary person like Zhang Tong, it's different.
There was a white light like rooted lotus seeds vaguely emerging in Zhang Tong's eyes, and the ghost's movements suddenly slowed down a lot in Zhang Tong's eyes.
The cicada realized it before the autumn wind moved, and with the advantage of his mental power to help cheat, Zhang Tong took half a step back without haste, and at the same time punched out fiercely!
According to Chinese martial arts, this punch is a punch that condenses Zhang Tong’s energy and spirit!
The mental power and muscular power were perfectly combined in this punch, and in the sound of breaking through the air, there was a faint white light flashing away like ocean waves.
"ah!!!"
Amidst the ear-piercing screams, the ghost seemed to be hit by a holy force. Before his sharp nails could pierce Zhang Tong, he flew backwards.
"Is it true..."
"Existences like ghosts have no so-called physical power at all."
"The biggest reliance is just the cold breath and the weird blood-colored energy."
Just like the night a few days ago, the ghost was still knocked back by Zhang Tong with one punch, which gave Zhang Tong a certain understanding of the nature of the ghost.
As for the ghost, the familiar power made him frightened and angry, and at the same time, his eyes became more malicious.
"It's you again!"
"Last time you showed up at her house and ruined my good deeds."
"You show up here again this time!"
"Bitch! Bitch!!"
"You must have had an affair with her too!"
"Kill him, kill him for me!"
In the gloomy black air, the ghost flew lightly to the top of the stairs, roaring viciously and madly.
At the same time, a large number of paper-tied people turned their heads and looked at Zhang Tong strangely, as if they had been given some kind of command.
Zhang Tong's hollow and sinister gaze made the hairs on Zhang Tong's body stand out!
From the fact that people with paper sticks can easily smash people's heads, Zhang Tong can tell that these people with paper sticks are no weaker than extraordinary beings.
The most important thing is that there are too many paper-tied people!
Let alone hitting people with paper, it's hard to say whether I, a sequence nine apprentice, can hit more than a hundred living people.
Looking at the paper-punched people moving towards him quickly, Zhang Tong didn't care to think about the amount of information contained in the angry voices of the ghosts. He picked up the fire ax on the ground and became cautiously alert.
The next moment, the Zhizharen closest to Zhang Tong arrived in an instant. With a strange smile on his face, the Zhizharen stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Tong.
Under his yin and yang eyes, Zhang Tong could clearly see that there was a strange force that was as cold as black iron condensed in the paper-pierced little hand.
"You can't go head-on!"
When he thought that a human head was like a ripe watermelon in front of this little hand, Zhang Tong's body reacted faster than his brain.
Hong Quan's flexible footwork allowed Zhang Tong to narrowly avoid the slap from an incredible angle. Then, with the fire ax in his hand densely packed with mental power, he fiercely aimed at the slap from the paper.