A small car drove out of the Peace Hotel.

Sitting in the car is the most tempting bait.

And following behind the car was Yang Shou on a horse.

A knife and four guns, all hung on horseback, were within reach.

Patting the horse's neck, the steed with demon blood, tapped its hooves, and then followed the car.

In the car, the bartender who was in charge of driving was still nagging the woman: "Once you get on the boat, don't look back, the boat will send you to the island country first, the boss has contacted the Dharma monks over there, they will protect you, and then you will take a plane from the island country to Australia, where you can live with peace of mind and don't have to worry about being disturbed again." ”

The woman looked out the window attentively, and those lonely flickering neon lights seemed to have turned into fragments in the night.

Yang Shou followed behind, this horse with demon blood, like a shadow, shuttled in the dark.

For those ghosts, the night is their protective color, the background of their recklessness.

The same is true for Yang Shou, the 'ghost killer king'.

Only in the darkness of the night is he the strongest.

He can indulge his murderous intent and mania without trying to disguise himself as a gentle and kind person as he does during the day.

At this moment, what he is about to run to is a killing game and a trap against him.

In Yang Shou's opinion, the Ghost Slayer King knew this.

But he still stepped in without hesitation, precisely because the pain in his heart could not let go of himself.

Ten years ago, he almost let his wife die tragically.

Even if he slaughtered all the ghost caves, it would be useless.

Now that he has chosen again, he would rather die than miss this step.

Lonely car, in the darkness of the night, quiet driving.

The flashing signs, if not to please the ghosts, are probably just a little bit of a small sense of security for those who have not returned late at night.

Suddenly, a flash of electric sparks.

A large light sign fell from the buildings that crisscrossed the two sides.

As if the bottle mouth had been tightened, the surrounding buildings became extremely distorted.

Boom!

The car was hit by the light sign, and sparks burst out in an instant.

However, the car was already empty.

In the dark night, ghosts leaped one after another.

They chase the smell and smell it.

Soon, in the alley at one end of the corner, the woman and the bartender were blocked.

The bartender pulled a match from his bosom and lit it with a snort.

In the light of the matches, those ghosts looming in the shadows revealed their hideous and vicious figures.

The bartender took out the flask again and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

The wine was in his stomach, and in an instant he revealed his ghost body.

The burly body, the face was red, the nose and the mouth were still swallowing terrifying flames, and the steaming smell of wine filled the alleys, making the hazy night even more indistinguishable.

"Up!"

A ghost roared.

Immediately after that, these ghosts became larger and elongated in the flickering lights and firelight.

All kinds of weapons were also manifested in their hands, and they besieged the bartender.

At the same time, there are also a group of ghosts hiding not far away, secretly putting cold guns.

It's just that before their cold guns could be heard, Yang Shou rode a horse and dragged his knife, jumping in the shadows and darkness, and he had already cut off their necks and tore their ghost cores.

Yang Shou at this moment, still into the realm of no ghosts, people and horses perfectly coordinated, the four hooves of the horse stepped on the shadow, but the flames were bubbling up, the flames and Yang Shou's saber were combined together, and the power was doubled.

Between jumping and running quickly, the sword light in his hand always brings a cold glow of fire.

On the saber, the constantly flickering runes seemed to be covered with a bloodthirsty halo at this moment.

Bang Bang Bang!

In the end, there were still some bullets that fell against Yang Shou's figure, blasting holes one after another into the wall and the ground.

More powerful ghosts, like a tide gushing out of the darkness, appeared from all corners in all directions, and then crowded towards Yang Shou's position.

As for the woman... It doesn't matter anymore!

There is always only one target they want to kill.

At the same time, the Peace Hotel was also attacked.

The news that the Ghost Slayer King violated the 'agreement', left the hotel without authorization, and interfered with the grievances of the outside world has spread throughout the hotel in a short period of time.

A large number of guests checked out, and some witchers and ghosts who were originally attached to the hotel also chose to leave one after another.

This restaurant, which supports the fragile balance between humans and ghosts, seems to be about to collapse overnight.

Only a handful of people and ghosts continue to hold on here.

They divided a part and came to find and support Yang Shou.

The rest is more in the hotel, waiting for the day.

Night··· It's still a long way to go.

The danger has just begun!

With a sweep of the saber, he burrowed into the small gap and slashed a fierce ghost covered in armor to death.

Yang Shou's originally flexible body shape has been greatly restricted.

A fog rose around them, and a very viscous evil force filled it.

It not only erodes Yang Shou and the horses under him, but also restricts their movements.

At this time, Yang Shou took out his first gun!

Kiss of Death!

The only drawback is that it has a short range and only kills for a single target, with no group damage effect.

It's like a kiss from the Grim Reaper.

By the time the shots rang out, death had already arrived and taken the soul.

Knife and gun, perfect handover.

One near and one far, alternately.

It's not a beautiful movement, but it's exceptionally clean and neat, and every blow can harvest the soul of a ghost.

In the deep darkness, there were some eyes watching from afar, they were whispering, but they did not intervene in the fight.

If after tonight, the Ghost Slayer King did not die, then even if he violated the agreement, he would still prove his strength.

The Peace Hotel will reopen on a day before it opens.

After tonight, the Peace Hotel and the Ghost Slayer King will become a thing of the past.

"Surround! Fence! ”

"Can't let them run away!"

The bartender had already died in the flames of the spirits, in the thick and dark mist.

Yang Shou grabbed the woman, put her on horseback, and the two of them rode quickly in the night.

Demonized hot weapons and ammunition are blooming all around them.

It's like a red lotus blooming out of hell.

This killing game against Yang Shou was originally considered from the beginning, how to restrict him and consume him.

"We can't run away that way."

"Their target is me, you ride the horse first!" Yang Shou said to the woman.

The dagger hidden in the woman's arms was clenched tightly and trembled unconsciously.

"I lied to you!" The woman said with difficulty, as if she didn't even have the sound of breathing.

"I know!" Yang Shou dismounted, untied the other three guns hanging on the horse's back, and slapped the horse's buttocks hard.

The horses neighed and rode away on all fours.

Under the dark long street, the shaking neon and the sparse stars and moon, Yang Shou had four guns in one person, blocking thousands of troops.