This guillotine gave Zhang Meng the feeling that it was too dangerous.

The bullet passed through the body of the decapitated ghost, and the scorching temperature caused ripples on its body, and it let out an earth-shattering howl, and after Zhang Meng and the others shot an unknown number of bullets, it finally turned into a condensed white mist and annihilated.

Zhang Meng looked creepy, why is it also a ghost, but this decapitated ghost is much more difficult to deal with than the tongue-pulling ghost.

"Mom, why is this thing so difficult to kill, it's the same as Xiaoqiang."

The fat man wiped a cold sweat, he didn't dare to let go of the trigger just now, and the huge shock force of the submachine gun almost shook half of his shoulders numbly.

Just now, the few of them didn't have the slightest intention of fighting the severed head, this thing just stood there like a tiger, and if they approached him, it would definitely be a one-sided slaughter.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Gao Jin, who was on the fat man's back, suddenly let out a violent coughing sound, and his face was a little distorted, as if it was the intense pain in his body that made him involuntarily make this expression.

"How's that, can it still be turbulent?"

The fat man frowned and asked, they are indeed a little miserable at this time, without Gao Jin, a strong man, not only the fat man has to carry him, but Zhang Meng They also have to carry that huge launcher, and they almost suffocated to death when they came here.

Gao Jin jumped off the fat man's back, he moved his arm, and then looked at the somewhat charred position on his chest, although the action was still a little awkward, but he was obviously no problem walking by himself.

"Thanks, that's a good idea."

Gao Jin said softly, he frowned and took a pistol in his hand, there was such a big crack in his chest on the right side, even if it had been temporarily healed by fire, it was definitely unbearable, so now he only held the weapon with one hand.

"Ah Meng give me that transmitter."

The fat man took a breath, and he hurriedly said to Zhang Meng, Zhang Meng was also tired at this time, panting like a dog.

He handed the package of the launcher to the fat man, and then took the rocket launchers from Xiao Lou, and now they were a lot more relaxed when they came together.

"Keep going, the yin qi here is too heavy, maybe there will be this kind of thing again later."

Wang Daxian's tone was a little solemn, and he stared a little solemnly at the front on Lady Na's back, not knowing if he saw something.

Zhang Meng and the others also nodded, although they went through a burst of vigorous exercise, and there seemed to be a lot of sweat oozing on the back of their foreheads, but I don't know when the sweat had quietly turned into a layer of frost, and suddenly suppressed the little heat that had just surged up in their bodies.

No wonder they felt as if they were in a refrigerator before, the further down they went, the more it froze, it turned out that there was no yang at all here, it was simply a place where yin spirits lived, gathering so many yin spirits, no wonder it was so cold here.

Suddenly, vaguely, Zhang Meng seemed to hear a miserable howl from a far away, and next to Zhang Meng, there was a white ball of petal-like things slowly unfolding, and soon the mass of things slowly unfolded, and a strong smell of blood diffused from between the masses.

At the same time, another puff of milky white smoke came out of it, and fell to the ground like a dandelion, and then the smoke immediately turned into a roaring guillotine, like a fierce tiger, and pounced on them like a tiger.

"Shoot!"

The fat man yelled loudly, and he was about to shoot with his gun on the leash.

"Don't shoot, we're running out of bullets, if there are a few more of these things we won't have enough bullets at all, use blood against him!"

Lady said coldly, their current weapons were all found in the abyss later, some of the bullets have been completely corroded, and the remaining number is not much, if they are all used to deal with these ghosts, once they really need to use these ammunition, they will be in trouble.

"Don't waste that bit of blood, you can't die with less blood, cut the arm, the closer to the heart, the hotter the blood, the higher the damage to these decapitated ghosts."

Wang Daxian squinted his eyes and said, he took the dagger and slid it over his arm, and then the dagger smeared a thick layer on the blood gushing out, and the whole dagger exuded a palpitating smell of blood.

Zhang Meng also slashed his arm, there are fewer nerves here, and it is easier to get better if he scratches.

The fat man and they are all like this, especially the fat man accidentally cut deep, this guy's blood gushed out like no money, Zhang Meng felt distressed for a while, what a waste this is, the fat man simply picked up a shovel directly, and took the pointed part of the shovel as a spoon, and then got a puddle of blood, and he poured down towards the top of the guillotine next to them.

Yes!

A terrible sound came from the body of the severed ghost, and the sound of wailing made Zhang Meng startle, wasn't this sound exactly the screams they had heard before, and it was exactly the same, could it be that they had always had these ghosts around them before.

That's why they hear that horrible scream from time to time.

Zhang Meng stared at the guillotine ghost, a large cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded in the guillotine ghost's body, and the inside of his body was red, and it seemed that the cry had suddenly become violent.

The fat man's shovel inserted into the guillotine ghost didn't know what was going on, but it actually bounced out for a burst of resistance, and the bloodstains on the shovel turned into a small ball of frost, and the blood stains on it seemed to be absorbed empty.

And the severed ghost also began to melt from its shoulder, and it melted to his abdomen at once, and the sound of that miserable howl was really like a real person's miserable howl from the shoulder to the abdomen, which was really chilling to hear.

"Not good."

Wang Daxian stared at the blood mist in the body of the guillotine ghost, the blood seemed to be constantly compressed and destroyed in its body, like a time bomb that could explode at any time, as the body of the guillotine continued to shrink, the blood mist seemed to be gradually compressed.

His pupils shrank, as if he had thought of something, and then immediately exclaimed:

"Get out of the way!"

Rumble!

Before his words fell, Zhang Meng hadn't reacted to what was happening, he felt that he had been pushed away with a huge force, and then he felt that there seemed to be a shockwave exploding violently in front of him, and he just slammed this shockwave away.

A cold breath hit Zhang Meng's body like a speeding motorcycle, making him squirt out a mouthful of blood, Zhang Meng fell to the ground with indescribable discomfort, and the whole person's internal organs seemed to be displaced, making his face a little purple.

At the same time, his whole body shivered involuntarily, and there seemed to be a cool air drilling through his body, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Ah Meng, be careful!"

Before Zhang Meng could react, he heard Xiao Lou's frightened voice in the distance.

A cold aura suddenly enveloped his whole body, and he didn't need to look at Zhang Meng to know that the other guillotine must be looking at him coldly at this moment.

Bang bang!

Zhang Meng didn't care if his wrist bones would be shattered, and the desert eagle in his hand didn't meow to the back to frantically empty the magazine, and then smashed the desert eagle back, Zhang Meng only had time to look for a while, and saw the huge guillotine equivalent to the size of the two of them standing behind him.

The six bullets seemed to only emit a layer of green smoke on its body, and it had no huge impact on it at all, Zhang Meng first touched this guillotine at such a distance, he looked at the slightly transparent body, and seemed to see a fine human face in that body.

Did this guillotine devour a lot of ghosts, and there were only so many human faces in its body?

Zhang Meng only had this thought in his head, and he didn't even want to dodge it, because he couldn't avoid it at all, so he pulled out his dagger and held it tightly, staring at this thing deadly.

There was a 'chirp' sound in the distance, and the blood-soaked dagger in Wang Daxian's hand flew out violently, instantly passing through the body of the guillotine ghost, as if a pot of hot water was poured into a bucket of ice, and a large amount of mist instantly appeared, as if it was evaporating the ghost at this end, and its body seemed to become blurred a little bit in an instant.

"I'll kill you!"

The fat man also rushed diagonally at this time, and the bloody shovel in his hand was about to be sliced to the body of the guillotine.

Oh!

The guillotine roared violently, and the dagger inserted into his body was actually firmly grasped by its palm, and it was torn off with a sharp 'open' sound, and then it made an unbelievable movement, crumpling the dagger into crumbs, yes, crumbs, and then slammed into the fat man's shovel.

The punch hit the handle of the shovel, and the wooden stick with the thickness of the arm was directly beaten into two pieces, and the fat man's whole person also slammed away with a huge force, if he didn't see the right thing and let go quickly, I am afraid that the whole person would be directly lifted into the air.

Zhang Meng saw that the dead soul was in danger, and almost sat down on his knees, they thought that this thing was at most using the yin qi of the body to attack them, but they didn't expect the strength of this ghost thing to be so terrifying, it could directly crumple the steel quenched dagger into pieces, which could not sit at all without the strength of six or seven hundred catties.

The decapitated ghost roared and pounced towards Zhang Meng, and before the fist could burst out, Zhang Meng felt a gust of yin wind cutting his skin like a knife.