Zhang Huai stared at the pitch-black palm prints on the wall - the palm prints were five fingers, but each one was much more slender than a human, especially at the fingertips, which were close to an awl in shape.

This is not a human palm print!

Such a hand even has a feeling of sharpness like a sharp sword.

On the first day of crossing, I was half starved to death, and finally found a job, solved the problem of food and clothing, and hit a ghost again that night, why am I so unlucky?

Zhang Huaisheng forcibly suppressed the negative emotions such as "frustration" and "fear" that arose in his mind, and his brain was running rapidly.

"Every time the gaslight comes on, it leaves its own handprints, but it doesn't attack me directly."

"Does this mean that this ghost is intimidating me? It doesn't want me to stay next to the gaslight. ”

If this speculation is true, it means that it is safe under gaslighting. But what does that mean? Can't it attack me directly? ”

"No, that's not all! It should not want me to stay in a place where there is light. Maybe this ghost needs to meet some kind of killing law to attack me? ”

In just a few breaths, a series of speculations had flashed through Zhang Huaisheng's mind.

He suddenly remembered a phrase in the book of mysteries: it is visible when it is not visible, and it is not visible when it is not.

When I first heard it, I was embarrassed, but I thought it was an inexplicable whisper.

But now that we think about it, if we don't take the "literal translation" but the "literal translation", it is simple: disappear when you can see, and appear when you can't see.

"I seem to get it."

"This is indeed a 'gift,' not a disaster."

"Because the Book of Mystics has told me about the worst flaws of this evil spirit."

Clutching the revolver in his hand, the brass body was soaked with sweat.

Because of nervousness, his hand holding the gun trembled a little, and the index finger placed on the trigger was even more stiff.

No, it will never work.

He took a deep breath and tried to adjust his emotional and physical state.

Until the gaslight comes on again.

Smack-

On the white wall, a pitch-black palm print suddenly appeared on it again, overlapping most of the previous palm prints.

"Should I believe the author of the Book of Mysteries?"

"If you guess wrong, it's fatal!"

Zhang Huaisheng's face was pale, sweat soaked through the lined shirt, if the guess was true, then next, he was going to start "doing death".

As the glow of the gaslamp dimmed again, he quickly looked around.

The evil spirit, which existed somewhere, still did not appear.

Is it because it's dark at this point, but it's not enough to be completely "invisible"?

Zhang Huaisheng looked at the dark corridor—that should be the place where this evil spirit wanted me to flee, because the gas lamp in the corridor had fallen into disrepair and had long been completely scrapped.

It was really pitch black, and there was not even the slightest light.

Thinking like this, he actually closed his eyes, and the whole world fell into complete darkness in an instant.

At the same time, a strong sense of crisis suddenly came over him, like a locked prey, and every cell of him was frantically warning him to flee.

I saw that when Zhang Huaisheng closed his eyes, above his head, a terrifying figure appeared very abruptly.

The pitch-black arms resemble the asura of Donghua mythology, entrenched on the wall in the form of a web-forming spider.

Its face was like that of a beautiful woman with her eyes closed, her black hair fluttering, except for one mouth, but it grinned to the base of her ears, revealing a mouth full of fangs.

Of course, Zhang Huaisheng couldn't see this scene.

But as he closed his eyes, the terrifying evil spirit that suddenly appeared was visibly stunned for a moment, as if it hadn't reacted.

After about half a second, he took action, and the pitch-black arm brushed towards Zhang Huaisheng.

The wind was blowing.

Zhang Huaisheng did not hesitate at all, the muzzle of the gun that had already been raised, aimed at the top of his head, and slammed the trigger three times in a row, shooting out the two bullets in the magazine.

The stench of blood spilled over the head and face.

The fishy, rotten, and dusty filth fell on Zhang Huaisheng's face.

A strong desire to vomit welled up in my heart, making people want to fall to the ground directly and vomit.

Can't spit up.

If you vomit, you will die.

I don't want to die, I want to live!

At this juncture, Zhang Huaisheng became surprisingly calm.

Even though his face was full of fishy things, he still forcibly widened his eyes, and the fishy wind that seemed to be close to him actually stopped abruptly.

"Sure enough!"

"That's right."

Sweat mixed with the smell of fish, a little stinging.

But he only blinked his left eye slightly, and opened it again.

I saw him purse his lips, slowly retreat two steps back, and then took out his gun, aiming at three feet above where he was.

Close your eyes.

At the same time, the shot was fired instantly.

Coherent.

This time, he fired only one shot.

And, when the bullet came out of the chamber and the sound of hitting the flesh and blood, Zhang Huaisheng immediately opened his eyes again.

The blood that flowed on the ground was still there, but the ghost was still invisible.

In the dark, Zhang Huaisheng, whose face was covered with blood, had the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and he had already found the law of action of this seemingly ferocious "ghost".

"When it's in a state where it can be seen by humans, it disappears, which is mandatory, and although it can't be attacked at the target, it can't be attacked."

"But when it can't be observed by the naked eye, it will automatically appear, and although it can attack the target at this time, it will also be attacked."

It's just that, although the pattern of this evil spirit's action has been investigated, there are only six bullets in total.

In the absence of any doubt that these six bullets will be able to kill the evil spirits, it seems that it is too early to rejoice.

Zhang Huaisheng concocted the same method, closed his eyes, opened his eyes, and opened his eyes......

If you look at it from the perspective of a bystander, you can see that the evil spirit hanging on the wall suddenly appears and disappears suddenly, and when it appears, it is shot, and it disappears after being shot.

After the fifth bullet was discharged.

A sharp female voice full of unwillingness instantly pierced Zhang Huaisheng's eardrums.

Bang –

A crisp sound sounded like glass breaking.

In the stairwell, which was originally empty, above where Zhang Huaisheng was originally located, a large pool of fishy, filthy, dusty debris fell with a clatter.

It was like a building had collapsed, and it was dusty.

Is that the remains of an evil spirit?

As soon as Zhang Huaisheng had this idea, he was horrified to find out.

When those filthy fragments landed, they seemed to contain life, and the stumps and broken flesh flew up one after another, turning into a foul-smelling storm and swarming towards Zhang Huaisheng's mouth.

He tried to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't muster his strength, as if some mysterious force had taken control of his body, making it necessary for him to complete the series of movements.