He cautiously followed, the poncho seemed to blend in with the darkness.

It is naturally best for someone to lead the way, and he turned left and right a little bit of temptation.

After experimenting, Zhang Luo found that although this poncho could not make him completely invisible, it could be subconsciously ignored, as if it was integrated with the background.

To put it simply, it is a prop that can reduce the sense of presence. As long as he doesn't move, ordinary people and ghosts won't pay attention to him, and of course, the sense of presence is extremely prominent.

The San people were unaware, but in a few minutes, the road was smooth, and they came to a room with a thick door, on which part of the gray paint had peeled off, with a dark red rust color.

It may be that the door lacks lubrication, and the two men can only pull it open with difficulty, and it will take a long time for Zhang Luo to estimate it himself.

Following a few people inside, Zhang Luo probably guessed that this might be a semi-abandoned air-raid shelter.

There are no street lights lit here, and someone will take out the flashlight they have brought to light the road ahead. But as Zhang Luo continued to follow up, his face under the mask gradually became solemn.

The walls of this strange underground space began to become mottled, faintly seeping out like water stains, and I don't know what kind of liquid it was. Although his nose had failed in the poncho, Zhang Luo could tell from the performance of those people that the taste here was not very good.

This strange sign Zhang Luo had seen before he met the coke ghost, and he once suspected that the ghost had the ability to change the environment like this, but he didn't know why, he didn't feel it in Wuxin, so he didn't think much about it.

But now that he met again, he had to think about it more, plus the difference in thinking between the ghosts.

Between ghosts and ghosts, maybe there is something different between them, there are big classifications, but I don't know why these classifications are not displayed.

But he quickly put that behind him and slowly pulled out the book.

He never wanted to count on one thing, especially as he delved deeper and deeper into the truth of the supernatural events.

But you still have to use the good things, don't you?

"I'd like to see what's going on this time," he muttered, putting Wuxin down, "Little Wuxin, follow me later, and eat it if you can." ”

As he landed unintentionally, the figure of the little puppet disappeared in a flash, and he didn't know where he went.

And he was holding a book, wearing a wide poncho, and carrying a ...... Strange masks silently followed those people, like cultists holding a dark Bible.

After noticing the change in the walls, they soon came to a room, where several people opened two bags, and two people got out of it.

Those Sang people scolded, but Zhang Luo couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

"Cut!" Zhang Luo couldn't help but spit at the mouth, hating this city for the first time.

Other traversers used to be able to do anything, so why did they get to him so troublesomely.

It seems that a unified language is imperative.

Of course, aside from these, Zhang Luo can still see some of them.

Although the two men who came looked scared, he could feel that they had come here of their own free will, otherwise they would not have struggled when they were in the bag.

Zhang Luo stood at the door and looked into the room, surprisingly, this room did not look shabby. In the light of those people, the walls took on a dark red hue and were covered with paintings.

But because of the faint light in the hands of those people, he could not see the paintings clearly.

After sending the people here, several of the San people left them and turned back, seemingly ready to wait outside the room for them to complete the ritual.

Then before Zhang Luo could react, the light shone on him.

Immediately, Zhang Luo was embarrassed.

"Hey?"

He barely said hello, but the other party turned around too suddenly, and he didn't react at all.

A poncho will diminish his presence, but it doesn't mean he's completely invisible.

The man with the flashlight froze suddenly.

Anyone who suddenly turns around and finds a guy in a poncho behind him wearing an Ultraman mask will also be dazed.

This strange situation made his brain stunned for a moment, but then reacted.

"What people!"

Just as Zhang Luo was about to say something, he saw that he was digging out the guy, and he was so frightened that he hid in the dark: "Damn, no, what the hell, you still have a gun when you come to such a ghost place!" And this kind of behavior of pulling out a gun first without saying a word is really not a villain at all. ”

Zhang Luo still cherished his little life, and decisively hid in the shadows to prevent the other party from striking first. If you really want to wipe the gun and become a destiny who is killed by ordinary people, it is estimated that you will be laughed to death.

"Heartless!" Zhang Luo hesitated for a moment, and shouted in a low voice, "No one is allowed to step out of this room for half a step!" ”

There's no way, this ghost place is so big, Zhang Luo doesn't want to be beaten into a hornet's nest yet. It's just that he doesn't know if he can resist it, and he is still a little worried about it.

And the other side.

"Yaga! Are you all blind? Why no one was found to be following. ”

Xiao Lin has never felt so irritable, this mission was supposed to be nine out of ten, the same as usual, but I don't know how to let people follow a tail.

"Big, big brother, we ...... I'm sorry! ”

He glanced at the bowing men beside him, these guys were literally a pack of pigs.

It seems that it has been comfortable for too long, and such a conspicuous person can't be found with it.

If it is not handled well, I am afraid that the adult will make a human pile and drive it into the foundation of the construction site. Such fear was enough for him to judge.

You must not let people run.

"Idiot! I don't need your apology, get him! Xiao Lin held his forehead, and then had to put down his hand and roared angrily.

"Hey!"

As if in shame, the others pulled out their pistols and electric shockers and rushed forward decisively.

But soon a puppet appeared in front of them, and they were stunned, and the puppet in a light-colored dress looked up as if it was watching them.

"What's that?"

A person subconsciously kicked and tempted, but he didn't know that this act of death immediately annoyed some kind of irresistible existence.

The man was hung up in an instant, and such a strange thing frightened these underworld people to immediately take several steps back.

"Smack——! A gunshot rang out, and the pistol in someone's hand went off fire under the sudden attack.

"Ah——!h A young man brought by them screamed, as if he was frightened by the slaughter of a pig.

"Boss!" The other three turned to look at Kobayashi.

"Shut up, who fired!" Kobayashi yelled at the screaming man, looked at his henchman who was being hoisted, and then at the puppet, even he felt a kind of fear that slowly crept around his heart.

The other three looked at each other, apparently not them.

"Guys, what the hell is going on......" The "goods" brought behind him asked cautiously.

There was a dead silence on the field, and the paintings hanging on the walls of the room seemed to be awakened, and there were inexplicable changes. The humanoid gaze seemed to shift, staring into the darkness of the doorway.

"What's that? I haven't seen it before when I came here. Xiao Lin barely showed timidity in front of his subordinates.

As moths at the bottom of society, these people naturally have their own way of living, they are usually not highly educated, and they are very reverent of certain occult sciences. Of course, there are some things that they also know better than ordinary people and even those officials.

He wanted to save the man, but after a little hesitation, he realized that it was not necessary.

The man kicked his legs and twitched, hot blood flowing down his toes like a stream.

Zhang Luo was holding his ears and had a headache, the sudden gunshot almost didn't deafen his ears, and his brain was still buzzing.

Shooting in such a small space is clearly a group injury.

Then he saw a corpse fall from above, and his pupils narrowed, and he probably knew how this guy had died.

In the morning, he helped Wuxin buy a good fishing line when he bought breakfast, and he didn't know where Wuxin hid the fishing line. This kind of fishing line is thin and tough, which is different from the puppet line, and if you hang it so heavily on it...... The consequences were obvious, and the blood almost splashed on his face.

"Hiss——!" Although the order was given by oneself, it was different when I saw a person die in front of me.

Although he had seen dead people and ghosts more than once, it was the first time that he had died indirectly on his hands.

He thought that he would be very entangled, but the corpse was not very good in front of him, maybe it was because the other party was holding a gun or the underworld. But that kind of impact, there is a faint feeling of being at a loss.

Zhang Luo soon stopped being entangled and shifted his attention to the living.

But before he could say anything, "Bang Bang——! A few gunshots rang out, and the puppet disappeared in place.

Zhang Luo covered his ears and scolded his mother in his heart, did these Sang idiots use shooting as firecrackers?

For Xiao Lin and the others, they were already terrified to the extreme, and they couldn't care about anything.

The mysterious masked man who followed and disappeared inexplicably, the strange puppet that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the accomplice who was inexplicably hung up and bled to death like a pig. The sudden change of events simply scared them silly.

Originally, it was a small task that could easily earn 20,000 dragons in the future, but it turned out to be a strange supernatural event in an instant, and anyone felt frightened, only modern weapons can bring these people a sense of security.

Then, when they were panicked like trembling quails, the bloodied corpse, like a domestic pig, actually moved.

"What's that?" In the horrified gaze of Kobayashi and the others, the corpse was like a stiff machine, or a puppet on that puppet show.

In short, it stood up, and even Zhang Luo didn't expect it.

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