Really had to create the blessing of the runaway person who was in the illusion of the encounter between red and white, Fang Zhe didn't take medicine, and simply called Xia Ran out because of extreme anger.

The two personalities are successfully swapped.

The slightly salty sea breeze makes you feel very refreshed.

This was the first time Fang Zhe had taken the initiative to enter his own spiritual world after an unknown personality appeared in the Third Hospital last time.

Nothing seems to have changed.

The isolated island underfoot, the endless sea in the distance, and the closed doors around the isolated island.

Only one of them was open, and only dark red could be seen surging inside, symbolizing the anger carried by Xia Ran's personality.

This was the first time Fang Zhe had carefully observed the door that belonged to Xia Ran's personality.

It was also the first time he saw Xia Ran standing in front of him.

In the past, when he entered the spiritual world, Fang Zhe stood alone in the middle of the island, and Xia Ran would leave him a few words at most, and he would not see him.

But this time, when Fang Zhe stood in the middle of the island, he found that there was a person standing opposite him.

Exactly the same looks, dress, the only difference is the color of the hair, and the kind of temperament exuded by the body.

If Fang Zhe gives people the feeling of being a very realistic and rational person, almost ruthless.

Then Xia Ran gives people the feeling that it is extremely dangerous.

"Waste."

Xia Ran's first sentence was so merciless, and he spit out these two words indifferently.

Fang Zhe smiled bitterly, thinking about why he scolded himself.

"The personality that appeared last time is called Du Sheng, that guy doesn't share memories with us, and I hate that guy very much, so I warn you, don't let him appear a second time."

Without waiting for Fang Zhe to complain and refute, Xia Ran disappeared.

Sighing silently, Fang Zhe lay on the soft grass, looked at the blue and cloudless sky, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Xia Ran, who had orange-red hair, opened his eyes and smiled evilly.

The limbs that had not obeyed the call and followed the funeral troops also stopped at this time.

He looked at the man next to him who was hiding his face and crying while scattering paper money, and quickly punched the person to the ground.

As soon as he saw that his fist worked, instead of passing through the man's head as if he had touched an illusion.

Xia Ran's face was even more smiling.

He has been imprisoned for a long time and is in dire need of movement.

What chainsaws, other hammers on his waist, were thrown to the ground with disdain, and he had to curse in his mouth, "Waste personality." ”

The fall of one mourner did not affect the walking order of the entire funeral procession.

The others, who hid their faces and wept, stepped on the body of the fallen man and continued to walk numbly forward.

Xia Ran's figure began to shuttle quickly through the team like a ghost.

I saw one after another people in white linen clothes fall, and the face revealed was actually a pink, with exaggerated red lips, big black eyes, and red circles on both cheeks.

Lifeless paper figures!

As more and more paper people fell, the funeral procession finally became chaotic, and many paper people began to no longer hide their faces or scatter paper money, but quickly gathered towards Xia Ran.

The number of teams on both sides is about thirty people, which is not too much, but it seems to be a lot.

Xia Ran kicked down all the paper people who surrounded him, to be honest, these paper people have no combat power at all, for Xia Ran, it is like a group of five-year-old bear children holding his thighs and begging for candy to eat.

The funeral procession was stirred up by Xia Ran inside, and the speed slowed down significantly.

And the red send-off team in the rear is gradually catching up.

When the band members who were at the forefront of the family sending off procession, after stepping on the paper figure wearing linen and filial piety, they immediately let out a sharp howl and trembled all over.

I saw several band members dressed in red clothes, their sallow faces gradually became hideous, and their godless eyes began to be scarlet.

Xia Ran grabbed a paper figure next to him and threw it at the red-clothed musician who was screaming.

The coffin was placed on the ground, and two of the four strong men took out the wooden sticks used to carry the coffin, and they held it and attacked Xia Ran.

The red-topped sedan chair was also put down, and the four strong men who carried the sedan chair lifted the red cloth covering their heads, revealing their thin and yellow faces, raised their hands full of sharp nails, and also ran towards Xia Ran.

"Uninteresting."

Xia Ran's legs bent slightly, and with a leap of strength, the heads of the two strong men were held in his hands by him, one left and one right, and the headless corpses fell down with a bang.

The scene was chaotic, red and white met, and only a rapidly flashing black figure was interspersed.

When the personnel of both teams fell almost down, the coffin moved, and the curtain in front of the sedan chair was also lifted open by an incomparably long nail.

What crawled out of the coffin was a dried corpse with a blue face and fangs, also dressed in linen and filial piety, and spit out turbid gas from its mouth.

When the curtain of the sedan chair was opened, there was a dried corpse wearing a phoenix crown, a string of beads covering her face, and a big red curtain, and her fingernails were extremely sharp and slender, like a knife.

Xia Ran saw the two dried corpses wrapping himself left and right, not only did he not have the slightest fear on his face, but he was even a little disappointed.

He shook his head slightly, and first walked towards the green-faced corpse.

This one should be slightly stronger.

Perhaps angered by Xia Ran's ignorance, the red-clothed corpse let out an unwilling scream, raised his ten fingers and ran towards Xia Ran.

The green-faced fanged dry corpse only had a face-to-face with Xia Ran, and was ruthlessly pierced through the brain with a fist.

However, the sharp nails of the red-clothed corpse also pierced Xia Ran's back clothes, and no matter how much he stabbed them, he couldn't pierce them.

Xia Ran looked down at his somewhat bulging upper clothes, and he didn't turn his head back, and his left hand struck an elbow to the back, and the head of the red-clothed corpse exploded directly, and his body fell straight to the ground.

As the two dried corpses completely fell, all the red and white things around them turned into flying ashes and disappeared.

Whether it was the white paper money in one place, or the red paper left after the firecrackers exploded, and the paper figures in linen clothes and the minions in red clothes, they were all gone.

Only the two dried corpses of a man and a woman remained, and they died miserably.

Xia Ran patted his bulging chest, felt the thickness of the two bulletproof vests inside, and searched for the treacherous smile that Fang Zhe showed when he was wearing the equipment.

Helplessly, he spit out: "What a waste." ”

He originally wanted to take off the two bulletproof vests inside, but he just lifted his shirt, but he thought about it again, and finally had to dismiss this idea.

The air began to fill the air again with the smell of food and the cacophony of sounds coming from every house.

Xia Ran placed the chainsaw and fire hammer in a conspicuous position, then turned around and walked towards the fourth floor.

The empty third floor, there is nothing to explore.

As for Chen Jielong's inexplicable disappearance, Xia Ran didn't pay attention to it at all.

He just wanted to quickly find the runaway hiding in the shadows while he could still move, and let him feel it.

What is called, countering violence with violence.