Shanqiu has been holding back here for a long time.

After receiving the message that a ghost has been born.

He was quickly informed.

As the leader of the anomaly investigation team, Shanqiu's strength has not actually reached the level of ghosts and gods, but... The Federal Research Agency has been working on this for so long, and since the dawn of horror games, they have been working to combine the power of the supernatural and the power of technology to see if they can make something extremely powerful.

And the surging halo-like thing that Shan Qiu is wearing now is a new product developed by the Federal Research Agency, which can resist the attacks of most of the supernatural forces, and has a very strong recovery ability, which is also the key to his ability to last for so long.

But...

Now he can't hold it anymore.

The long battle has now depleted the power in his body... If it weren't for the support of this "semi-finished product", I'm afraid that Shan Qiu would have died dozens of minutes ago.

Although I have a life to live now, to be honest... His eyes were all looking ahead now.

The mold lake is not clear... I can't really see anything, I can only see a blood-colored figure shaking there, and Shanqiu can only judge with this figure of the mold lake, what kind of attack the other party is going to use, and... Let's see if we can dodge or defend.

As for the counterattack.

At first, I had some spare energy, but now... Shanqiu didn't have such an ability at all, if he didn't know that there were still more than 100,000 people behind him who hadn't evacuated.

I'm afraid he's down now...

can still stand trembling like this, relying entirely on his willpower.

Drink the last bottle of medicine you were carrying.

The fog in his eyes gradually became a little clearer at this time, and the blood-colored figure was no longer a lake... You can see the child's hole hidden in the mist burning like an open flame, and the murderous aura that seems to swallow life alive.

"How the hell did this thing come about..."

Looking at this figure, Shanqiu smiled bitterly, and in the next second, the incense that was wrapped around the ghost god of Fanjiang rushed over angrily, and it was closer... These incense flames revealed their hideous faces, and they came to kill, making people feel their scalps tingle.

The moment it approached, the dark light covering Shan Qiu's body brightened, reducing its power, and the giant sword in his hand slammed down at this moment, directly cutting off those ghost-like creatures.

The ghost god of Fanjiang seemed to have known that this thing could not cause any harm to the other party, and the blood-colored figure disappeared in the next second, and with a wave of his hand, the mist quickly condensed into hundreds of blood-colored long blades, which sank with his hand and flew over directly.

Helpless, Shan Qiu put the heavy sword in front of him, and then immediately tossed around, dodging the attack, despite this, the hundreds of long blades were far beyond his reaction limit, this side dodged, and the next second the other side was reluctantly inserted into his body, a hundred blood blades fell, Shan Qiu had a few more blood holes on his body, his blood was about to dry up, and he just relied on the things developed by the FBI to survive.

The ghost god of Fanjiang seemed to realize that the human in front of him had lost his initial vitality, and he didn't have much strength, as if he was torturing ants, and his fingers were gently raised.

The mist centered on Shanqiu instantly approached the past, and at that moment, it seemed that a thousand catties of heavy burden were pressing on his body, and he couldn't move his body at all, and even the flow of blood in his body began to slow down under the embrace of these mist.

Shanqiu tried to swing the sword, but his body was already firmly clamped, and besides, he really didn't have any strength in his body, so he waved the giant sword in his hand. It all needs to be described by the word saving, and every time he swings his sword, he needs to accumulate strength for a very long time.

Seeing this, the Fanjiang ghost god waved his hand, and the next moment, hundreds of blood-colored long blades condensed around Shanqiu, and they were suspended beside him like this.

It's still exactly the same trick just now.

But now that Shanqiu is surrounded by these fogs, there is no way to dodge it at all.

It's like humans playing with ants on the ground... The simple act reveals a complete contempt and crushing, as if playing with people as ants.

The bloody blade approached.

The blood-colored figure gradually approached, and just stood in front of Shanqiu and watched quietly, as if he wanted to see how this ant that had blocked him for a while died.

The bloody blade approached.

The sharp aura that emanated, even if it was a distance away, there was a faint pain in the cheeks at this time.

I'm going to die...

Looking at the blood-colored figure in front of him, Shanqiu gathered his last strength and spit at her fiercely, indicating his last stubbornness.

He looked back at the cities that were covered in a hazy blood-colored mist, and his ups and downs calmed down a little...

At least, he didn't do useless work, the battle just now still delayed many people, and every second, hundreds of people may be saved from death...

As the saying goes, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and if you don't have hundreds of thousands, at least tens of thousands... After death, you shouldn't go to hell, right?

Thinking about it, Shanqiu looked at the long blades that were gradually approaching him, and the last trace of resistance in his heart gradually disappeared, and finally turned into nothingness.

It seems that he realizes that the ant in front of him has no intention of continuing to resist.

The ghost god of Fanjiang shook his head, his hand sank, and he was about to execute him directly.

Those blood-colored blades suddenly froze at this time.

Seeing this, the ghost god of Fanjiang was stunned for a moment, looked at his palm, and his breath moved over, sinking down again.

This time.

The blood-colored blade moved slightly, but it only trembled for a moment, and then froze.

She didn't understand what was happening.

Just when I was about to try again.

All of a sudden.

A white stick slid past the other man's head.

Straight and straight, he knocked the ghost of Fanjiang to the ground with a stick.

An unknown underworld yin cha stepped on the fallen body of the ghost god of Fanjiang, emitting a dark fire, instantly evaporating those blood-colored long blades, and then directly stuffed the teleportation rune into Shanqiu's arms.

Shanqiu is waiting there to die.

Suddenly, a voice was heard.

"What are you doing in a daze... Now with this rune, I might be able to salvage it."

Human voices?

Shanqiu was stunned, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a guy with a mourning stick standing in front of him, stuffing himself with a broken rune.

Moment.

He understood what was going on, and after thanking him wordlessly, he immediately used the rune and teleported to the FBI camp a few miles away, receiving treatment at the speed of light.

And on the other side.

The Fanjiang ghost who had been hit with a stick inexplicably got up from the ground, covered his head, looked at the strange figure in front of him very confused, and then looked to the side.

What happened?

What about that guy just now?

Why is it another person in front of you?

Wait...

Who gave me a stick?

The ghost of Fanjiang was filled with a lot of questions in his heart at this time, and he wanted to ask about it.

But the next second.

Li Ling took the lead, glanced at the blood-colored figure in front of him, and stretched out his hand: "Where's the thing?"

Fanjiang Ghosts: ?

"What's that?"

A murky voice came to my ears.

Li Ling frowned: "Sculpture."

"It's the one you hide in the mist, don't hide it, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me."

In Li Ling's sight.

this

The specific appearance of the blood-colored figure is still very clear.

She was like a statue of a god that had been broken and put back together, filled with a strange feeling... The child's hole burns with fire, and on the chest, the body is used as a shrine, and a smaller idol is enshrined...

And that...

It's what Li Ling needs.

Hear the words.

The blood-colored figure was stunned, she didn't say anything more, and in an instant, the blood-colored mist swarmed up, like a demon pounced on it, wanting to devour Li Ling directly.

But in the next second.

The flame erupted from Li Ling's body towards the outside...

Melt it away in an instant.

The blood-colored figure was stunned for a moment, not realizing what was happening.

The next second.

The Demon Suppression Seal hanging on Li Ling's waist reluctantly emitted light at this time, and with the cooperation of the Soul Restraint Technique, it gathered on the blood-colored figure.

At this time, the thick fog quickly thinned out at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, and returned to the opponent's body.

Distance.

The inhabitants who were still in the city, observing the situation, found that...

The fog, which was originally as vigorous as a demon, shrank suddenly... Turned into a little ghost.

The situation on the field was reversed in an instant.

Li Lingmeng took a step down, this time...

The body seems to be carrying a Mount Tai, and it becomes the ghost of the Fanjiang River.

？？？

What's going on here?

Under the effect of the Demon Seal.

It's not just those breaths.

The ghosts and gods of Fanjiang could even feel that the divinity in their bodies was suppressed at this time.

Obviously, something is not right.

But now it's no longer a question of right or wrong.

A certain incumbent bully of the underworld is approaching at this time.

waved the mourning stick in his hand, and aimed at the dog head of the ghost god of Fanjiang was a heavy blow.

She immediately gathered her blood-colored aura and condensed it into a shield, intending to block it.

But this breath, under the mourning stick, is as fragile as a paper lake, and it has no defense ability at all.

Smack...

The whole body was crooked by half a point.

But there's no need to rush.

The next moment.

Li Ling shot again, and kicked over with another positive kick, knocking it to the ground.

There is no need for too many bells and whistles.

There's no need for dazzling props and equipment.

The simplest beating, the most enjoyable.

As a bully who has been in the thriller game for a long time.

Li Ling didn't allow weirdness to pretend like this in front of him.

And so.

Before snatching its items.

Li Ling first beat him up controversially.

The process is too cruel... It cannot be described.

But...

In the distance, those who thought that a catastrophe was coming, at this time, looked at the shrinking fog and were stunned.

If it is said.

At first, the mist gave them the impression of death coming at any moment, a scythe around the neck, and a demon that pounced on it.

Well now.

This mist is miserable, like a lonely soul wandering the streets, and finally freezing to death in the streets and alleys, screaming and wailing on the streets.

Well...

Although the metaphor is a little abstract, it reflects the truest thoughts of these ordinary people at this time.

Even...

Some of the most timid and timid people also gathered together at this time and began to observe what was going on here, but they didn't make it

It's too close, but take out the phone camera and zoom in on the picture...

Then.

They captured a picture of a mold lake.

It seemed to be two figures.

One was covered in blood, staying on the side and holding his head and being beaten, his body curled up together, looking vaguely strange, and the overall proportions were a little incongruous, not like what a human should be.

And another figure.

Holding a baton-like thing to beat the other figure hard, beating and kicking, just like a bully when he was beating others after school, it was extremely vivid.

Well...

Although the description is a little more down-to-earth.

But in fact, in the video, the picture of the two fighting can be described as a little terrifying...

Looking around, the ground was full of withered grass and flowers, and the blood-colored figure couldn't beat it and wanted to run away, but the other one with a baton chased and beat all the way, and there was a tree in the way, so the tree melted in an instant, as if in a movie.

It's not just these ordinary people who are watching this picture.

The other side.

Located a few miles away in a temporary FBI base.

Guan Gang, as well as some of the core members on the side, were looking at the feedback on the screen at this time, and fell into deep thought.

Guan Bang pointed to the blood-colored figure of Mohu who was being chased and beaten, and looked at the other people on the side in disbelief, and his voice trembled a little: "This is the ghost of Fanjiang who is being chased and beaten?"

The members took out the pictures of the messages they had collected and compared them, and for a moment they choked up: "I was beaten so badly... It's a little unrecognizable, but it should be."

Guan Bang:...

It's not that they're stupid, it's that the information they get back is incredible.

In the beginning.

This Fanjiang ghost god is still flamboyant, treating everyone as ants, crushing human life like ants... Directly start the blood sacrifice, a few towns are not enough, and you have to go to a city with a lot of people.

Right now.

She was like a rat crossing the street, fleeing in a hurry under the beating of a certain underworld bully, desperately protecting the idol enshrined on her chest, looking back from time to time in a panic, and behind, Li Ling was like a robber, shouting and handing over things, while carrying a mourning stick to pursue and beat frantically.

"Or... Wake up the team leader?"

It was proposed.

Guan Bang looked at Shanqiu, who had been injured and recuperating in the past, and shook his head: "Forget it..."

"He's seriously injured right now and needs to be recuperated, so don't irritate him."