Zhang Fan spat out a mouthful of blood on his back, his body staggered backwards, and there was a strong sense of death. It was an unknown cursed power that was eating away at his body and mind.

"Whew! Why do you bother? I didn't mean to kill you! But you ......" Mulan sighed, her face full of sighs, looking at Zhang Fan who vomited blood, there was a kind of indescribable complication.

"Without further ado, aren't you trying to kill me? I'm right here, and your so-called wish doesn't seem to work for me!! Come on...... Come and kill me!! Zhang Fan's state is getting worse and worse, and the terrible curse that hangs over his body is gradually waking up.

Perhaps with the real outbreak of the curse, Zhang Fan will also die.

"Dream Demon's right hand!!" Zhang Fan laughed miserably, not talking nonsense, under the terrible wish of the wishing monkey claw, perhaps, the only thing that can compete with it at present is the right hand of the dream demon.

You know, the dream demon's right hand has the effect of avoiding all supernatural powers. The moment Zhang Fan shouted out the Dream Demon's right hand, his right hand began to fade away from flesh and blood quickly under the gaze of Mulan and the nine black-clothed men standing on the high slope, and was replaced by a white blurred mosaic.

"What is this?!" Among the nine black-clothed people, some of them spoke up, shocked by the supernatural power that Zhang Fan displayed at this time.

It was the first time they had seen this type of supernatural method, and for a while, they were all a little curious.

Compared to them, Mulan didn't speak, but looked at Zhang Fan's dream demon's right hand without blinking.

This is also the first time she has seen this method.

"It works!!" Almost in the right hand of the dream demon, the moment it was completely revealed, Zhang Fan only felt that the inexplicable palpitations in his heart had also dissipated, and the pain in his body was also reversing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the terrible curse that enveloped his body was gone. The wishing spirit of the Wishing Monkeypaw did not kill him.

But...... The price was that the dream demon's right hand opened a blood-colored eye on his thumb, with scarlet eyeballs in it, and after a few turns, he looked at Zhang Fan deadly.

That's the price! At the cost of reviving a dream demon's eye! According to Wishing Lake, once the eyes on the Dream Demon's right hand and five fingers are all opened, at that time, Zhang Fan will also become the puppet of the Dream Demon and will never be reborn.

"Pretending to be a ghost!! Kill him!! The nine men in black, seeing that Zhang Fan did not die in the wish monkey's paw, some people suddenly became angry and shouted.

But all the survivors who can enter the union basically start with at least three white-clothed ghosts. So this man in black summoned all the three white-clothed ghosts he owned and went straight to Zhang Fan.

And after Mulan used the Wishing Monkey Claw once to make a wish to kill Zhang Fan, she didn't make a move, but put away the Wishing Monkey Claw.

Although he didn't know how Zhang Fan survived under the terrible wish, it must have something to do with his right hand shrouded in a supernatural aura.

Since making a wish doesn't work, there's no need to do more. Mulan didn't rush to make a move on Zhang Fan, just looked at the man in black and summoned three white-clothed ghosts to attack Zhang Fan.

She was cautious and careful not to act rashly. The three white-clothed ghosts of the black-clothed man were three female ghosts with their capes, they were covered by terrifying spirits, and the frost with an icy aura spread, and at this time, they had reached the range of less than three meters from Zhang Fan.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly raised the necromantic fire gun in his hand and aimed it at the three white-clothed ghosts who attacked.

There are not many bullets left in the Necromantic Firebolt, so this attack must be hit.

"Bang!!"

"Bang!!"

"Bang!!" Zhang Fan did not hesitate, and fired three shots in an instant, and each shot was fired, and a huge roar and explosion came out.

The terrifying white bone bullet roared in the air, drawing a blood-colored arc and rushing towards the three white-clothed ghosts that attacked.

The Necromantic Fire Bolt is terrifying, and its lethality is extremely amazing, not to mention the white-clothed ghost in seconds, but at least it can still be done with heavy damage.

The three white-clothed ghosts didn't pay attention to the three white-bone bullets at first, but it wasn't until the bullets passed through their chests that they noticed the terrifying spirits spreading in them, and then, the three white-clothed ghosts let out a terrible scream, and white smoke appeared all over their bodies, obviously they were hit hard, and then fell straight to the ground, losing consciousness.

The man in black, who was the owner of the three white-clothed ghosts, saw this scene, his face changed suddenly, he never expected that Zhang Fan still had such a means to easily hurt the white-clothed ghosts.

This son can never be kept, making a move on him today is already equivalent to tearing his face, if he is allowed to leave alive, in the future, once he has more supernatural power, it will be even more difficult to suppress.

"This Zhang Fan is very weird, let's do it together!"

"First..... Take the gun from his hand, or else..... It will be a big threat to us!! The man in black didn't dare to hold up, and shouted loudly to the man in black beside him.

"You don't need to remind me of this, I'm very interested in the talisman in his hand, don't grab any of you from me!!" One of the men in black made an old voice, like a dying old man.

There was a touch of excitement and greed in his words, and when he opened his mouth, he wanted to take away Zhang Fan's necromantic fire.

"What can you do?" Someone asked suspiciously.

"It's not difficult!" The man in black with the old man's voice said confidently. Before he finished speaking, he took out a pair of blood-stained white gloves from the system backpack and put them in his hands.

"Your amulet, it's mine!!" The old man's voice The man in black put on his white gloves and sneered at Zhang Fan, and then his two hands disappeared out of thin air.

The disappearance was short-lived, only a second. A second passed, his hands reappeared, and at the same time, the Necromantic Fire Bolt appeared strangely in his hands.

And at this moment, Zhang Fan's pupils contracted rapidly, revealing a sense of shock, he looked at his empty hands, and made a shocked voice: "How can this be ......" Just now, the necromantic fire was still firmly held in his hand, how could it be snatched by the other party in the blink of an eye?

He had no idea what was going on. The loss of the necromantic firebolt is unconscious and defenseless.

"What a baby! I want it!! The black-clothed man with the old man's voice sneered, put the necromantic fire into the system backpack, and then looked at Zhang Fan with a hint of coldness in his eyes and said: "Okay, if he doesn't have this thing, he will have no reliance, and he can do it!" ”