Looking at the talisman drawn with yellow paper and cinnabar, Zhang Tong, whose yin and yang eyes were opened, suddenly saw that this talisman was unusual.
In the decaying world, the cinnabar is like blood, the strokes are like dragons and snakes, and a desolate and distant atmosphere rushes towards the face.
It's as if this talisman was originally carved in the spiritual world...
"interesting……"
Zhang Tong squinted his eyes. He didn't know why, but he had such a feeling in his heart.
"Is there anyone in Zhengyi who was in the extraordinary game and was powerful enough to imprint his power in the spiritual world?"
"Like the indescribable old mother in the spiritual world?"
Feeling Wang Xinyao's solemn and kind gaze, Zhang Tong, who was wearing a mask, nodded and said with a smile:
"Okay, give me a few."
"If it hadn't been for the revival of spiritual energy now, who would have thought that Zhengyi's talisman actually had such power?"
Wang Xinyao nodded slightly, flicked her wrist, and several talismans stuck to Zhang Tong's body.
Possessed by the talisman, Zhang Tong could clearly feel a warm force continuously seeping from the talisman into his body.
Even his own dignity vaguely formed an invisible layer of protection.
The magic of talismans is evident.
"Is this the benefit of inheritance?"
"Wang Xinyao, who is also a Sequence Nine apprentice and has received seal training, obviously has many more methods than me."
"But it doesn't matter. The progress of the extraordinary game is in my hands. I can continue the game at the most appropriate time."
"Revival of spiritual energy... The whole world is waiting for me, so what if there is no inheritance?"
Thinking of the chessboard hidden under the bed, Zhang Tong's expression under the mask became obviously much more relaxed.
"They're coming!"
At this moment, Xiang Youming's steady voice sounded, accompanied by a strong coldness.
Zhang Tong quickly looked behind him and saw a large number of paper-tied people swarming in like a tide.
Although Xiang Youming's marksmanship was accurate and he could shoot one at a time, there were too many people hit by paper!
A mere police revolver is a drop in the bucket.
"It would be great if there was Gatling."
Zhang Tong muttered something, which happened to be heard by Xiang Youming, who couldn't help but turned to look at him:
"According to the provisions of Chapter 2, Article 5 of the "Donciguo Firearms Management Law": If it is really necessary for the people's police to use guns when performing their duties in accordance with the law, they may be equipped with official guns."
"There are 7 types of guns for official use: pistols, submachine guns, assault rifles, automatic rifles, sniper rifles, squad machine guns and anti-riot guns. The specific equipment is based on the work nature, characteristics and actual combat needs of the gun-equipped position, combining different guns.
I just said it casually. No matter how stupid I am, I know that you can't possibly match Gatling!
"Then why don't you deserve a submachine gun?"
As a senior keyboard warrior, Zhang Tong responded almost instinctively.
At the same time, he threw the rotating Thor's hammer, disrupting the charging rhythm of those paper-throwing people.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Tong held the fire ax across his chest, and he was ready for battle.
"I'm just a detective."
Click!
Taking advantage of the action of changing the bullet, Xiang Youming said dryly.
Changing bullets quickly, Xiang Youming continued to fire with a calm face, stabbing people one by one until the end.
Whoosh!
At this moment, two beams of fire shot out from behind Zhang Tong, and with the explosion of the flames, the flames suddenly dispersed in the crowd.
Zhang Tong stretched out his hand and the hammer flew into his hand.
Looking around, he could clearly see that almost all the paper-tied people on each floor were concentrated on the first floor, with only scattered paper-tied people still on the second and third floors.
"We drag out these paper-jammed people, and you go deal with that ghost."
"If my guess is correct, he is responsible for all the weirdness."
Zhang Tong moved his shoulders, stared at the approaching Zhizharen, and at the same time gave Wang Xinyao instructions.
However, Wang Xinyao shook her head and glanced at the failed communication device on her shoulder:
"The three of us alone are simply not enough. You guys hold on while I go out and call for support."
Buzz!
The hammer was thrown out by Zhang Tong again. With the sound of the hammer breaking through the air, Zhang Tong said in a deep voice:
"It's useless, you can't get out once you get in."
"Although I don't know if you were affected by that weird power when you came in, but going out is countless times more difficult than coming in."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Xinyao's expression became obviously more solemn.
She stopped trying to leave, bit her plump red lips, and then said firmly:
"Protect me and kill me!"
"kill!"
Zhang Tong was like an agile cheetah. With his strong physical fitness, Zhang Tong and Xiang Youming rushed out almost at the same time.
Use pistol bursts to attack those paper-hit people from as far away as possible.
The fish that slipped through the net were dealt with by Zhang Tong's weird hammer, coupled with the output of the fire ax in his hand!
With the power of supernatural and technology, and the assistance of talismans, several people started to push toward the elevator among the crowd like tigers descending the mountain.
"I don't want to be a tank, I should be the wild king!"
He growled in his heart, except for the power of illusion, Zhang Tong had no reservations at this moment.
The reason why the power of illusion is not used is because the current position of the tank does not require him to use illusion at all.
The most important thing is that Wang Xinyao seems to have never used illusions.
I don’t know if it’s because my apprentice’s formula is special or because of other reasons.
On the fourth floor, the extraordinary being called Yinhun by Wang Xinyao saw this scene, and the black energy surrounding his body fluctuated violently.
"Damn it, have you attracted the attention of the police?"
Scarlet eyes stared at the few people who were pushing towards the elevator among the paper-bound people, and their blood-like eyes kept flashing.
It wasn't until he saw Wu Caixuan, who was still like a marionette surrounded by several special paper figures in the center, that a crazy and resentful expression appeared on his face:
"Police...hehehe, what can the police do?"
"Although I don't know why you have such strange power, when I turn into a ghost, you will all die!"
In the aura of cruelty and madness, the ghost on the fourth floor suddenly roared with a sharp voice:
"Continue the ceremony!"
"Kill them for me and use their blood to make the ghost bride's wedding dress!"
"Kill! These rich people deserve to die! Kill them!"
ps: I forgot to ask for votes and subscriptions yesterday, so I’m going to ask for them today. Brothers, I’m so miserable!!