Hong Fu has imagined countless times what kind of reaction he would be when facing Fang Shenyan, who had turned into a ghost.

But after thinking about it, he never thought that this scene would be.

At this moment, he could even be regarded as the power of the entire store of the Seventh Branch. He also considered himself a brave and decisive person.

But now, Fang Shenyan, who has transformed into a ghost, is on his head, and he actually feels fear of not wanting to resist.

A ghost that is truly powerful to a certain extent does not even need to use its power.

Just appearing in front of humans will cause the other party to lose all its ability to resist and have destroyed it mentally.

"Hongfu! Take action!!"

It was not until Jin Xi's shout that Hong Fu was completely awakened from his fear.

He immediately pinched all the money he had won from his backpack and threw it into the air.

Hundreds of underworld coins were sprinkled, like rain, on the front and back of Hong Fu's body, as well as the strange silk threads that penetrated the whole body.

The underworld coins can have a weak confrontation because they are a one-time crime, and they do not require any cost.

Hong Fu must have been scared. He did not keep it at all and spilled out all the sinful objects of the underworld coins in an instant.

While taking action, he grabbed Ding Wangshu, who was still hanging on the ground, and raised his legs and was about to run away.

However, Fang Shenyan's terror after turning into a ghost was still far beyond his imagination.

Even if all the ghost coins are thrown out at the same time, they cannot play a role in liberation and control.

The dozens of threads that penetrated the body were only broken seven or eight.

Fang Shenyan, who was high above and floating in the air, looked at his "performance" condescendingly.

Hong Fu's scalp was numb, and a cool air rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the sky's spiritual cover, and the trembling of his body was involuntarily generated.

In extreme panic, he was forced to sacrifice another crime again.

But with the body, the only thing that can really play a role is the script.

So Hong Fu threw the sinful object of the script towards Jin Xi at the first time. Before he could speak, he suddenly stood up uncontrollably.

Ding Wangshu, who was holding in her hand, was forced to let go and hit the ground. Blood kept gushing out of her mouth, obviously she had more breathing and less breathing.

Fang Shenyan's five fingers in his palm were really working above Hong Fu. His puppet-like killing technique was exactly the same as the original ghost.

But now, perhaps Fang Shenyan has surpassed the strength of the original line-up ghost.

Hong Fu's legs were broken to an exaggerated level, and the tearing of his muscles made him miserable, but this was not a fatal matter.

The most terrifying thing was that he found that his only left hand was stretched towards his neck at this moment.

As the two touched, a skeletal twisting sound appeared in his cervical spine.

The thumb of the left hand pressed the jaw, the four fingers held the neck tightly, and used force in the opposite direction frantically.

Hong Fu is like a fragile doll, about to be broken by force.

At the same time, Jin Xi dipped his fingers into the blood on his face, held the script and wrote two words:

"Ghosts"

It’s just that because the fewer words of sinful things in the script are, the smaller the cost and the faster the effect is.

In today's form, except for the second ghost who came to save the scene, it is impossible to solve.

However, just as the blood was written, the blood beads mixed with sweat on Jin Xi's face dripped onto the script.

The word "天" was blocked, and only the word "天" was written on the white paper.

Jin Xi's mind trembled, and she suddenly raised her head and looked at Hong Fu. Such a low-level mistake was made at the most critical moment.

There is only one word "ghost" and has no specific meaning. Not to mention saving Hong Fu, I am afraid that it will cause other bad things.

Just as he thought of this, the price for the effect of the sin was already rising. Jin Xi suddenly vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

Hong Fu was almost persisting until the end, and his neck was broken to the limit by his left hand.

His eyes were staring at the soles of his feet, where there was a dark red lotus seed, but at such a close distance, he could only look at it.

The moment Fang Shenyan appeared, Ding Wangshu was dealt with.

Now Hong Fu's death period has come, and only Jin Xi, who is almost incapable of moving, remains after his death.

In less than three seconds, it will be the end of the destruction of all members.

However, at this moment, it seems that there is really luck in the dark.

When Hong Fu was on the verge of death, he suddenly felt a number of chaotic and fierce supernatural forces attacking him from all directions.

The palm that was originally holding his neck suddenly loosened, not only did the dozens of threads that were wrapped around him, but were cut off one after another.

Hong Fu immediately regained his freedom when he lost the shackles of silk thread. Without having time to think about it, he picked up the backpack on the ground and ran towards Jin Xi.

"flood……"

"Stop talking, run away!"

Hong Fu put his bag on his shoulders and carried Jin Xi on his back, without even looking at it and running wildly towards the deeper part of the Republic of China Street.

Jin Xi, however, had time to turn his head and look back.

At this glance, her pupils suddenly contracted and her whole body trembled.

At its original location, Fang Shenyan's black fog was the most eye-catching, and countless three-color filaments of black, gray and white burst out around it.

With the scattered silk threads, the street behind seemed to be in a scattered state.

And around Fang Shenyan, countless ghosts that could not be seen clearly appeared.

Some of them are tangible and some are invisible, but with Fang Shenyan as the center point, all unknown numbers of ghosts gather towards their location.

There are even some ghosts with unknown identities coming through the fog of the streets of the Republic of China.

It was not until then that Jin Xi opened the script again. She was shocked to find that the two words she had just written were not completely contaminated.

Perhaps it was because of blood infiltration, or perhaps it was a coincidence that the "Ghost Comes" she wrote, by chance, turned into "Ghost Comes".

This meaning has not been changed, but there is ambiguity.

Originally, Jin Xi only specially made the ghost of Tongguan or Republic of China Street, but the script expanded the scope infinitely.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! She is not sure what scope it has expanded to, but she just looks at the scale and has formed a ghost tide.

I am afraid that all the lonely ghosts in Shanming City will come to the streets of the Republic of China because of this sinful object.

Jin Xi's eyes were full of hope, but he didn't expect that he would accidentally plant the willows and willows to form a shade.

If a ghost tide forms here, I am afraid that the subsequent tasks will be completed better.

Fang Shenyan has been dragged down, he can only transform into a ghost for two minutes, and now more than half has passed!

However, at this moment, something suddenly flashed past her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden sound of operatic voices came from my ears, accompanied by the faint crying of a woman.

The woman cried heartbrokenly, and even overshadowed the lyrics in the opera.

What Jin Xi is most concerned about at this moment is the success or failure of the task.

But for some reason, a female actress with a water sleeve swaying in her eyes appeared in front of her, and her whole body and soul were touched by the play.

She began to forget everything and focused on the scene in front of her.

The makeup on the female actor's face was dispersed by tears. She was owing her body and shed tears. The sword in her hand emitted a cold light in the moonlight.

His snow-white neck was exposed to the blade. When he was singing the most sad, Jin Xi's heartbeat suddenly stopped and was completely affected by the other party.

Just as the sword passed through the female singer's neck, a slight wound appeared on Jin Xi's neck.

A gurgle of blood gushed out from her throat, and the wound was still exaggerating.

But Jin Xi was unaware of all this, just a line of tears shed from her eyes, completely immersed in it.

Jin Xi is like this, and Hong Fu, who is running wildly on her back, is the same.

They forget their identity, their mission, and their life and death almost at the same time.

It was also at the same time that as the female actor cut her neck, they also entered the sensation of death.

However, just as the two of them were about to die, they suddenly found that the scene of the female actor in front of them suddenly disappeared, and the crying sounds like resentment in their ears also stopped at the same time.

A cold and extraordinary face suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

In the thick blue mist, my feet were stepping on a river of blood and corpses were everywhere in front of the ancient stage.

The cold man's hair was dancing in the wind, and the long hair that was originally waist-than-waisted now has grown to the ground when we meet.

The brightest thing was his unscathed eyes, his pupils turned pure gray, and he was looking at the two people who were stunned calmly.
Chapter completed!