Osa Miyake was able to come back to life in his life, and he was inseparable from a group of old ghosts.

They chant mantras all day long, beat beats, and finally transformed them into alien zombies on the Midyear Festival decades later, and their mana should not be underestimated.

What's more, the object of Zhong Daochang's aerial fighting method at the beginning was actually this group of old ghosts, and the three spirit runes flew away, and he couldn't see the slightest splash of water......

A leopard can be seen in the tube.

Hearing Meng Fan's warning, Jin McGee was no longer enthusiastic.

In this way, the two of them maintained a little excitement, so that the reaction nerves were more rapid, and they were able to react quickly without being paralyzed, and stepped up the stairs step by step.

Unlike the ornately decorated and brightly lit club floor, the second floor is eerie, with only a little light coming through the cracks in the staircase.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a mahjong parlor inside, and then pass through the papier-mâché shoji gate in the depths, which is where the old ghost gate casts spells."

"There are at least three old ghosts, a little zombie form, and in addition, there must be an urn containing the head of the dead man of Issey Miyake, the leader of the invading army."

Meng Fan tells Kim McKee about the plot.

This time, Kim McGee didn't ask him why he knew so much information, and swallowed silently, feeling a little tight inside.

Old Ghost ...... Zombie Osa ......

"Ji Zai, don't be nervous, although I don't know what spell Zhong Daochang used in the end, but you also saw the power just now, and the injuries of this group of old ghosts inside must not be light."

Meng Fan didn't look back, as if he had guessed Jin Maiji's current state, and analyzed in a comforting tone:

"What's more, the sun hasn't set yet, we have yang energy to protect our body, and that Miyake will need to be resurrected until the Midyear Festival, a full seven days away."

"Don't be afraid, go up and them!"

After speaking, Meng Fan rushed forward with a resolute momentum, without the slightest stagnation in the middle.

"I'll pick!" Kim McKee, who was behind him, was shocked and said with emotion: "The sergeant is really brave, and he deserves to be the pioneer of the police force in the mouth of the chief." ”

After saying that, he followed closely and rushed forward.

In fact, Meng Fan was not as brave as Jin McGee imagined, and his words were actually analyzed for himself, and he did not forget to carry out self-hypnosis:

Game...... Game......

At a certain price, you can actually be resurrected.

In addition, the newly accepted little brother looked at him behind him, Zhong Daochang's determined gaze before he fell unconscious.

All kinds of factors added together, Meng Fan broke through, and his mood went up I don't know how many steps.

At least after rushing into the gloomy haunted house, he did not have a trace of regret and fear, one hand used the sword, the other hand rushed slightly, and the hand holding the gun was still wrapped around the ghost whip.

And after Kim McGee entered the room, he shouted:

"Devil, grandpa is here!"

"Pick that star! A group of street boys, come to move me! Come on! ”

As he spoke, there was a thud, and the shotgun pierced through the shoji door in the depths, and the white paper pasted on it flew all over the sky.

Syllable......

Syllable......

At this moment, there was a strange movement in the dark depths of the cubicle, as if something was clapping.

Bang Bang Bang!

This strange rhythm is getting faster and faster, and Meng Fan, who has read countless films, feels that he can't delay it any longer, and if it is late, it will change, and he must not give the old devil time to breathe and be a demon.

"Ki Tsai, cover me."

After whispering, Meng Fan took the lead again, walked quickly to the door, and kicked it to pieces.

Sure enough.

In this deepest hidden room, there are three figures standing tall, dressed in suits and leather shoes, perfectly interpreting what kind of well-dressed beasts.

Through the faint light, Kim McGee noticed that, as the sheriff had said, the three beasts were indeed quite old, with only a few strands of white miscellaneous hair standing on the top of their heads.

On the side, Meng Fan's attention was not here, the three-headed old ghost didn't care about their sudden intrusion, let alone the provocation of words, and always stood in the shape of a character.

As for the middle of the word "product", there is a pitch-black urn and an adjutant knife that often appears in anti-Japanese films.

"Kill."

Meng Fan pinned the shotgun with his trouser belt, threw it back behind his back, and rushed forward with a whip and a sword.

The whip coated with cinnabar is depicted with a gossip diagram, and when it encounters a fierce ghost, the supernatural naturally appears, it turns into a brilliant golden light, with a sharp sound of breaking the air, and slaps at the old ghost in the middle.

In this way, it is not good to play dead anymore.

I saw that he was beating the beat, and he lowered his body to avoid it, and before Meng Fan could raise his sword and press closely, Jin Maiji swung the peachwood sword that the Taoist had opened in advance and stabbed it.

Earlier, after killing so many imps below, the two also summed up their experience, and the head and heart are still their Achilles' heels.

So, the tip of the sword pierced the old ghost's heart straight and straight, peeking through the back, and stabbing it in half.

One thing to say, neither Meng Fan nor Jin McKee expected things to be so easy.

You know, this is an old ghost, looking at its location and appearance, you know that it is not simple.

Can ...... now

He's dead?

I saw that the old ghost who was strangled by the law rope and had his heart pierced gradually turned into powder.

But even so, it still did not forget to clap its palms and make a final effort.

Such a scene, even if Jin McGee no longer understands the form, he knows in his heart that he must quickly kill the remaining two old brutes.

There must be something strange about them trying to do this.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan, who knew the plot, jumped directly into the stream, didn't care about taking back the whip, lifted the magic sword, and stabbed the white-haired old ghost on his right.

A sense of stagnation came.

Then, rancid blood spurted out of the wound, Meng Fan did not hesitate, his wrist stirred hard, and the hole immediately came out, and the whole process flowed smoothly, like an experienced executioner.

After the operation, the strange slapping sound that lingered in the ears finally disappeared.

Kim McGee, who also succeeded smoothly, breathed a sigh of relief, with the joy of the rest of his life on his face:

"This peachwood sword is sharp enough! Specifically beheaded the little Japanese and the two devils, hung back at the head of the bed to ward off evil spirits, and no matter how fierce the ghosts looked, they had to take a detour. ”

Meng Fan put away the whip, wrapped it back around his wrist, smiled rarely, and said, "Sir said in the morning that he would take you to hit a ghost, isn't this a fulfillment now?" ”

"Hehe, Brother Fan, I knew it was so cool to kill ghosts, so I came in a hurry." Kim McGee looked smug.

Meng Fan was in a good mood, and he thought that he had successfully interrupted the three old ghosts to cast spells, and he was just about to chat with this guy, and put on a heroic posture, when he heard:

Boom...... Boom...... boom

Strange noises, looming.

"Shhh

The sound is clearer.

"It's an urn." Kim McGee's smile froze, revealing a very ugly expression.

"Hmm."

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Meng Fan's forehead, and he tried his best to dilute the image of the ghost king in his memory, which was difficult to match, and opened the submachine gun safe.

It is difficult for ordinary magic weapons to hit Issey Miyake, and due to its particularity, the power of magic weapons will also be greatly reduced, so Meng Fan plans to use the physical transcendence method.

No need to say hello.

Kim McGee, who was standing diagonally across the corner, had already raised his gun.