After that battle, the Red Ghost directly lost most of his manpower, and even the three deacons were killed and seriously wounded, and almost all the troops were wiped out.

In order to ensure that there were no surprises in this plan hidden under the wings of the "Heroic Spirit", the Red Oni also applied for manpower from above, but only a few Devil-Faced Cultists and Priests were transferred.

This red ghost is also very helpless, not only is there a shortage of manpower from the Hate Heaven Hunting Demon Force, but the high-level ghost faces cultivated by their "Heroic Spirit Dao" are also stretched, and a large number of ghost faces have been dispatched in this cover operation.

But the only thing that made him feel at ease was that the monster in the warehouse, its perception range has been all over this large block, once someone breaks in, it will send a warning, and the demon hunting team that accidentally broke in last time was discovered by it.

"Throw the group of people who came first, and feed them to the monster, don't waste time. The red ghost commanded.

The burly ghost face nodded, and ordered the surrounding ghost faces to move the group of people leaning next to the warehouse first, which he specially prepared for tonight, and the burly ghost face who was also a deacon naturally had his share, but he came earlier, and had already moved those people off the transport truck.

When the nearby Ghostface Deacon received the order, he immediately went into action.

Feeding time has begun!

......

The night was dark, and thick dark clouds were low.

Zhang Lin stood in the middle of the block shrouded in darkness, his eyes looking solemnly into the depths, his gaze passing through the desolation in front of him.

He followed the markers on the map all the way, and when this neighborhood came into view, Zhang Lin didn't dare to drive deeper, the target was too big to avoid exposure, and he could feel the abandoned city in front of him like a huge dark cage at the moment.

But tonight, the dead silence here is destined to be broken.

Zhang Lin knew very well that those ghost-faced people came in by car, and the top priority was to find the two transport trucks.

And the entrance in front of me is only the wide avenue in front of it, on both sides of which are densely packed houses, criss-crossing streets and alleys, connected, like this withered and decaying blood vessels, all over this long-dead heart.

As long as he goes all the way down the street in the center, Zhang Lin will definitely be able to find those guys, Black Moon is already on the way, and a demon hunting team urgently dispatched by Ke'er is also about to rush over.

But he was already anxious, knowing that Tian Xin was in the abyss in front of him, where could he still calm down and wait for support.

These yin spirits hidden in the darkness thought that they were making a big disturbance in Jiangcheng, and with such a protective umbrella, they could unscrupulously hide their conspiracies.

Zhang Lin wants these guys to pay the price for their inhuman ambitions tonight!

Going deeper down the main street, Zhang Lin began to look for traces of the transport vehicle.

He didn't dare to blatantly shuttle through that street, and he was sure that in the unknown shadows, there were definitely eyes of the Yin Spirit Dao.

His figure moved quickly along the main road, relying on his strong physical fitness, on the roof of the house on the side of the street, such a height was simply a decoration for Zhang Lin, easy to cross, in this way, it was very easy for him to sneak into the depths of the street quietly.

The Force aura in his body was sealed by him with the method of Force pulse, and he didn't dare to leak the slightest.

"Strange, what stinks!" Zhang Lin squatted on the edge of the roof of a moving house, only to feel that suddenly a foul smell lingered on the tip of his nose, lingering, very strong, and he almost vomited out of his breath.

As he walked on, he found that the stench was getting stronger and stronger, and the center of the neighborhood seemed to be overwhelmed by the invisible smell of decay.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a black figure flashed by the window of a private house not far from Zhang Lin, although the light was very dim, Zhang Lin could still vaguely recognize that it was a figure, because the mask full of patterns was too obvious in this dimness.

"It's the dark whistle of the Yin Spirit Dao, and they are really squatting in the corner. Zhang Lin hurriedly retreated, hid on the roof, and observed the window of the building not far away with the help of the line of sight that was almost in the blind spot.

Soon, the strange mask appeared next to the window again, and he didn't know if he was observing the situation on the road, or if he was like Zhang Lin, he was so smoky by the stench that he wanted to stick out his head and breathe fresh air.

......

"Did you hear anything?" said a ghostface sitting on a couch full of holes in the room.

"I heard it, it seemed to be on the roof, and it was very soft. A ghostly face leaning against a nearby wall said.

"I think you're stupid by this rancid stench, isn't it just a little noise, maybe some cat or dog is jumping around, or some smoked bird falls and smashes on the roof, what's the fuss. The ghost face by the window said.

"Something is wrong, let's go up and take a look. The ghost on the couch said with a moving expression.

"Neurotic, if you want to go, I don't want to move. ”

Ignoring the other two, which ghost on the sofa got up and walked straight down the stairs to the rooftop little by little.

He did hear a noise, but it couldn't be the sound of animals, because their sense of smell was several times stronger than that of humans, and even they couldn't bear it, let alone the beasts, who had already fled far away when they smelled it.

After reaching the rooftop, he walked and walked, and suddenly kicked a stone, making a crunch sound.

The ghost face frowned and looked around vigilantly, he was a cautious man, he had inspected every corner of the building when he used this place as a base, this stone should not be here.

However, just as he turned his head to inspect the rear, his back suddenly cooled, and a sharp blade pierced him fiercely, piercing his heart deeply.

After the blade entered his body, the ghost face suddenly felt a burning pain in his entire chest, and even the air exhaled could smell a burning smell.

At that moment, a flash of lightning flashed through his heart: "There are intruders!"

He struggled, trying to shout to alert the two people downstairs, but a strong hand grabbed his throat and crushed it so directly that he couldn't even make the faintest sound.

The ghostface struggled in vain for a few moments, and then he went limp, and never moved again.

Zhang Lin's figure slowly appeared from behind him, like a ghost, silently pulled out the black tooth short blade in his hand, and then made up a few more knives on him, confirming that he was dead, and in the process, no blood splashed out, because it had already been burned and dried up by the hot green flame.

Zhang Lin dragged the body to a corner and spent a few minutes wiping some of the traces he had left behind.

In the dim corridor, Zhang Lin cautiously walked down against the wall little by little, he was very cautious, he didn't dare to be careless, he felt that in this building, there was still a ghost face.

......

"Why haven't you come down yet. The ghost-faced man leaning against the wall turned grim and stared at the darkness in the corridor ahead.

"After going up for so long and not coming down, he won't be making an excuse to run, right?" The ghost face by the windowsill was also a little strange, but he went to check the situation, and it was only a matter of a minute or two to go up and down the stairs, but now why is there suddenly no sound, not even the sound of footsteps, this is too quiet!

"Stop talking nonsense, go up and have a look. The ghost-faced person leaning against the wall also smelled a strange atmosphere.

The ghost face by the window nodded, and some pitch-black force was already slowly swirling around his hands.

The dark fine black scales appeared, covered by the Yin Spirit Armament, extremely vigilant, in such a solemn situation, any wind and grass is worth taking seriously.

Zhang Lin was hiding at the inflection point of the corridor at the moment, with a broken and broken staircase under his feet, and the inferior fragments on the wall were cracked everywhere, densely covering it like a spider's web.

At this moment, Zhang Lin's gaze shifted slightly, looking out at the angle of the almost blind spot, and he was very cautious to hide himself completely in the shadows.

Listening to the faint footsteps, Zhang Lin could distinguish that these were two different footsteps, the two of them came up one after the other, and there was not much Yin Spirit Force overflowing from them, indicating that their strength was not strong, which was the standard strength of the first-level armament.

Zhang Lin listened carefully to all the sounds of this building, not even the slightest part, it seems that these two are the remaining ghost faces in this stronghold.

Now Zhang Lin has a rough idea of the class of the Yin Spirit Dao.

The lowest-level Yin Spirits are called cultists, most of them hide among ordinary people, exchange their souls for the Yin Spirit Dao, use the resources given to them at the cost of their lives, ignite the first origin, and use their abilities far beyond ordinary people to seek their own interests, and they will be used as cannon fodder at critical moments.

One level higher is a priest, such strength is not weak, and he is already qualified to use it as a pawn of the Yin Spirit Dao.

One level higher, that is the deacon, just like Liu Chang, who was burned by Zhang Lin not long ago, such a person is no longer to be underestimated.

And at present, Zhang Lin has seen the highest-level ghost face, which is the former crazy red ghost, he is a ghost-faced deacon, and there are countless ghost faces under his hands to give him his life.

The deployment of the Yin Spirit Dao is very similar to that of Lihingtian, with an archdeacon having three deacons under him, and three priests under the deacon, and so on......

At this time, Zhang Lin downstairs was a cannon fodder team composed of Ghost-faced Cultists.

In order to avoid too much movement, Zhang Lin knew that he only had one chance.

He must kill with one blow!

Zhang Lin's chance is that the opponent will not think of this, and he actually sneaks in a third-level armed man quietly.

It's not difficult to kill them, but it's about how to make them die without saying a word!