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But when we were about to fight in the hot spring villa, I suddenly saw the treacherous smile on Blackbeard's face, and I almost wrote the words "You have been tricked" on his face.

The devil sent the gods, and I opened my mouth and said, "It's not good!"

Zhang Wuren also knew that something was wrong, almost snatched a strong flashlight from the hand of a Wen family boy next to him, and directly swept around, and then I saw three black flags, and I don't know when they were quietly erected.

Because it was night, the black flag almost blended into the night, and we were so focused on the fight that we didn't notice that anyone was already around.

Especially the three black flags are very familiar! The ruined town in the Siberian wilderness, the criminals who died inexplicably in the Tacheng area, all had this kind of black flag!

Every time this black flag appears, it will bring death, and it is all a piece of death, and now it suddenly appears in the hot spring villa, and looking at its position, we are exactly surrounded by the black flag.

Zhang Wufor's face suddenly changed color, and he opened his mouth and said, Wen Chenggong! You dare to collude with overseas soul collectors!

Before Wen Chenggong could answer, three green lanterns appeared around the black flag.

The soul lamp is paired with the soul gathering flag, this is the rhythm of killing and taking the soul! We were in a hurry on the spot.

Everyone knows how powerful the overseas soul gathering flag is, so Zhang Wuren and I didn't hesitate to go left and right, and directly rushed towards two of the flags. The remaining wind-chasing little Taoist priests and the Zhong family brothers glanced at each other and immediately separated.

The little Taoist priest rushed towards the third banner, but the Zhong brothers rushed directly into the villa, thinking that they were going to tear their faces directly and arrest Wen Chenggong.

The Soul Gathering Flag opposite me was actually planted on the roof of a villa, and in addition to the Soul Gathering Flag, there was also a black shadow with a green lantern. In the winter, he was only wearing a black single coat, which looked thin, but his whole body was shrouded, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

I think of the painting painted by Su Zi'an, it seems that overseas soul collectors have three eyes, if you beat him down this time, you must take off the mask to see if it is three eyes.

As a result, I only ran a few steps, and someone chased after me, and some people said, boy, the fight is not over yet, is it not a rule to run like this?

In my busy schedule, I glanced back and found that it happened to be the ghost carver from Jiangsu, who was holding a very small carving knife in his hand, but his footsteps were very fast, and he caught up with me in an instant.

I said, Wang Zicong, you bastard! Do you know what those three black flags are? Soul collectors overseas! As soon as this group of grandchildren comes out, I don't know how many people will die, you are fucking stopping me now, are you sincere and can't get along with all the exorcists?

The ghost carver's real name is Wang Zicong, and he is also a well-known number one person in Jiangsu, and he eats both black and white. He knows how to borrow God's means, and he is also very good at carving knives in one hand, but his personality is a bit perverse, and he used to mix in the road when he was young, and he seems to be a gold medal fighter of a certain gang.

Later, I felt that mixing with people on the road was really a bargain, so I could be regarded as retiring. It is said that the gang he joined was unwilling to let Wang Zicong wash his hands, and the two sides fell out.

This outfall was so great that a well-known gang in Nanjing died overnight. The most important thing is that the death of this group of people is really weird, all of them are running around Xuanwu Lake, exhausted to death.

According to eyewitnesses, a group of gangsters with dragon and tiger tattoos ran from nine o'clock to the second half of the night, and many of them ran without stopping when they vomited blood, and there were weird smiles on their faces.

Someone tried to stop them from running, but they were punched and several ribs were broken.

When Zhang Wuren told me about this, he said that the ghost carvers in Jiangsu know how to borrow the means of God, which is very peculiar, you must know that everything in heaven and earth has spirits, plants, trees, and animals, all of which have their own thoughts.

Having a mind does not mean having a soul, but from a scientific point of view, thought is also a kind of energy.

By means of God, it is to use these powers to strengthen one's body, not only to see things that are not normally visible, but also to cause harm to those things.

In fact, the hundreds of gangsters who ran at night were possessed by borrowed ghosts and gods, controlled by ghost carvers, and then ran until they died.

But it was said that the ghost carver came galloping, his steps were light, his movements were quick, and his eyes were blank. Where do I still not understand that he has borrowed something to enhance his physical fitness? And this guy also sneered and said, take people's money and eliminate disasters for others. What do I care about what those soul collectors are trying to do? Wen Chenggong paid me, and I was going to help him do this!

Sometimes the people in the circle are so stubborn, they would rather die than smash their own signboards. The ghost carver is ruthless, but he is very disciplined, and it is useless to talk nonsense to him.

So I drew my knife and slashed, and my heart said, "You yourself are helping to abuse, and you deserve to be hacked to death."

The demon knife town ghost flat slashed over, thinking that even if he couldn't kill him, he would have to be forced to take a few steps back. As a result, this guy's speed increased dramatically, and he stuck directly to me, and the carving knife in his right hand slashed my wrist, but in his left hand he pinched a small red figure to stick to my forehead.

The little man was actually a piece of red paper, but cut into the shape of a child. The paper figure was red all over, only the eyes were white, and when it was about to be pressed against my forehead, the villain's mouth grinned.

This smile made me laugh creepy, but fortunately, my means were not bad, the ghost text on the demon knife town ghost knife suddenly dispersed, and recombined, and when I looked at it again, the demon knife town ghost had become a scimitar.

The scimitar was right in front of me, blocking not only the carving knife in his hand, but also the red figure.

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said when will this demon knife be deformed? Grandma's, this doesn't conform to scientific common sense!

Zhang Wuren once told me that the demon knife town ghost was the saber of Zheng Kexiu, the first warlock in the late Song Dynasty, and the ghost text on it cannot be studied by science until now. Usually I use the demon knife to suppress ghosts as a general machete, but in fact, there is still a lot of room for development of demon knives and ghosts.

The exact extent of development depends on your understanding of ghost texts.

But it was said that the sudden deformation of the demon knife and the ghost made the ghost carver Wang Zicong also taken aback, but any strange means in our line of work may be used, he was only slightly surprised, and he didn't mess up, his body spun around in a circle, and he had gone around behind me.

I said, bastard, the ghost is still gone?

This guy is too fast, and it's the most idiotic thing to do to compare his speed. So I stopped abruptly, and as soon as I stomped my foot, a circle of ghost texts spread from under my feet in all directions.

The ghost carver never thought that there was a mystery on the ground, and he was accidentally entangled in his calf by the ghost text. The guy fell to the ground with a thud and fell to his feet. I slashed at it, but he rolled away on the spot, leaving only a knife mark on the hard concrete floor.

This guy couldn't get up for a while, and I said in my heart that I should hurry up and finish the work, but he threw out several colorful villains with his hand, and those villains fluttered, but they didn't fall to the ground, and they circled around him.

I slashed at a green paper figure.

A girl's screams came directly, followed by a whining cry. The crying infiltration made me goosebumps in the middle of the night. The most important thing is that after the paper figure was split, a black gas came out directly, and there seemed to be a little girl without a head in the black gas.

Is this the means by which God is borrowed? The paper figure I chopped is actually a borrowed ghost or spirit?

I couldn't figure out what it was for, and the little girl whose head had been cut off cried me upset, so I hesitated a little and turned to run. After all, the black soul gathering flag on the roof is the point, if this thing can't be done, everyone will have to die here.

Overseas soul collectors are famous, and the prestige of the Soul Gathering Banner makes Colonel Di Ming dare not be careless. Now three soul-gathering flags are surrounded by the hot spring villa, and I know that this is a conspiracy with my ass.

The black-clad soul collector stood at the top of the villa, constantly turning the soul lamp in his hand, and every time he turned, a wisp of black qi was attracted to it, and then he was sucked in by the soul gathering flag.

I looked back and saw that more than a dozen people had fallen to the ground and did not know whether they were alive or dead, obviously having been snatched away by the spirit lamp.

Kick open the door of the villa and climb up the stairs. The height of the three-story building was instantaneous, and he used a knife to split the lock on the balcony, and when he pushed the door open, he saw the Soul Gathering Banner and the man in black standing there.

The man in black heard the movement behind him, looked at me coldly, and then turned his head away, he didn't even pay attention to me at all. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with him, since Colonel Di Ming said that the soul collector should die, then just cut it down.

As a result, as soon as I was about to start, I saw a black air on the balcony, and I don't know how many shadows were standing. These shadows stood in a dense row, and I am afraid that there were not more than a dozen.

That's right, it's a dozen imps. Their bodies were full of black gas and resentment, and several of them were still wearing hair and green light in their eyes, obviously they were all powerful ghosts who had killed many people.

I gasped, this guy's methods are really powerful! You can control so many imps!

The methods of controlling ghosts, the people in the circle more or less understand it, especially the ghost keepers in Wangwushan, Henan, the Taoist priests in Maoshan, and the black-clothed Azan in Thailand, who are the best in the circle.

Raising ghosts and controlling ghosts are actually two different things. They can raise a lot of ghosts, but there is a big limit in the number of small ghosts to control them.