The left hand of the long-haired female corpse pierced her forehead, but Zhang Fan didn't feel pain, not even the slightest.

When he heard Sister System's voice ringing in his mind, Zhang Fan's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes showed fear and uneasiness.

He never expected that this female corpse would be able to forcibly take out Sister System, this kind of supernatural power is even more terrifying than the original pitch-black ghost.

Moreover, Zhang Fan couldn't figure out why the female corpse wanted to take out his system. Listening to Sister System's voice became anxious and sharp, Zhang Fan had no choice.

At this time, only his left hand wearing a golden glove could move, so he subconsciously raised his left hand and clenched his fist, aimed at the head of the female corpse, and smashed it hard.

"Bang!" With a punch, Zhang Fan almost used the strength of his whole body. I don't know if it's my own strength that plays a role, or because of some factors.

I saw the face of the long-haired female corpse, and was suddenly smashed by his punch into a large depression, and even the skin of the face was smashed out of a hole, revealing the scene under the skin.

Beneath her face, there was no flesh and blood, just countless hairs that were frantically intertwined. Zhang Fan, who watched it, was shocked.

Seeing that his attack had an effect, Zhang Fan took advantage of the victory to chase after him, and smashed down with another punch.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!" One punch, two punches, three punches, and three punches in one breath, the left hand that originally penetrated into Zhang Fan's forehead of the female corpse was also retracted because of the powerful impact of the fist, and then let go of the system sister together.

Without the pull of the female corpse, Sister System quickly crawled back to the depths of Zhang Fan's mind, obviously frightened.

The figure of the long-haired female corpse who was punched by Zhang Fan several times staggered unsteadily, and took a few steps back unnaturally, opening up a distance of nearly one and a half meters from Zhang Fan.

And her entire face, like papier-mâché, was completely torn, and the squirming hair in her head could be seen from the outside.

Repelling the female corpse, Zhang Fan gasped and looked at his left hand in disbelief, a little surprised and shocked for a while.

I didn't expect such a terrifying parasitic spirit to be repelled by a few punches from my own hand, which is really a bit too incredible.

However, he soon realized what was going on, and it must have been the golden glove he was wearing, which played a crucial role, and proved that gold could indeed deal with parasitic spirits.

Moreover, it will not be invaded by their spirits. Thinking of this, Zhang Fan suddenly had a bold idea, and immediately took off the backpack behind him and found the gold bar from it.

This gold bar is the one that will be handy in the second-floor base station. Looking at the gold bar in front of him, Zhang Fan suddenly thought of something, and his face showed excitement.

"I can move!" Zhang Fan was ecstatic. Because he found that he had just repelled the long-haired corpse with his left hand, and the terrifying supernatural power that had enveloped and bound him disappeared along with it.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, swallowed his saliva, picked up the gold bar in his right hand, and rushed towards the long-haired female corpse with a brisk stride, towards her head, and slashed it hard.

But he approached suddenly, and the overwhelming black hair suddenly broke out from under the earth, rose from the ground, and swept towards Zhang Fan furiously.

It's just that these countless hairs chose to avoid Zhang Fan's left and right hand when they approached it, as if they didn't want to be contaminated with the gold on it, so they chose to attack from the rest of him.

"Boom!!" After an earth-shattering explosion, Zhang Fan's whole person was swept directly on his chest by countless hairs, blasting him dozens of meters away, and directly slammed into the cold and damp wall.

The body slipped weakly against the wall and fell to the ground, Zhang Fan could no longer bear the outbreak of his injuries, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow, his expression was extremely sluggish.

Not only that, but under the wave of frontal impact just now, the gold bar he was holding in his right hand was lost and fell somewhere.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan was even more convinced that the parasitic spirit was really afraid of gold, otherwise he would not have knocked the gold bar in his right hand away at the first time.

Although he is afraid of gold, it does not mean that Zhang Fan can use gold to defeat the other party. After all, it is a parasitic spirit that has controlled a ghost hand, and this kind of terrifying strength is not a joke.

Maybe the power she has now, even if two red-clothed ghosts join forces together, it is definitely not enough.

Zhang Fan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and planned to take advantage of this time to be able to move, and wanted to escape quickly, but when he stood up and wanted to take a step, he found that he couldn't move again.

The terrifying supernatural power that had restrained hands and feet reappeared when Mount Tai overwhelmed him. Not only that, when Zhang Fan looked up, he found a long-haired female corpse dozens of meters away, and he reached out his left hand and beckoned slightly.

Under one move, Zhang Fan only felt that his body began to be uncontrollable, showing an upside-down flying shape, and was forcibly sucked over.

This feeling is like an ordinary person who has no power to restrain his hands, facing a martial arts master who can absorb the stars in legends, and he can't help himself.

While Zhang Fan was beckoned and sucked by the long-haired female corpse, he finally kept spitting out a large amount of black hair, making the pain in his body reach the extreme.

It seems that without the long-haired female corpse touching his face and killing him, he can be tortured and killed with the help of the power of black hair.

While he spit out a large amount of black hair, Zhang Fan also felt a chill in his clothes, and there was a cold and stiff palm, constantly groping.

The palm groped up from the abdomen, climbed up to his stomach, climbed up to his chest, and finally came to his neck, and pinched it directly.

Zhang Fan glanced down and saw a blackened and smelly man's left hand, appearing here.

After his left hand grabbed his neck, an unimaginable huge force suddenly erupted from above, wanting to strangle Zhang Fan to death on the spot.

Zhang Fan wanted to speak, but his throat and mouth were filled with thick black hair, and his voice couldn't reveal the slightest bit.

"Are you going to die?" Zhang Fan was desperate, and his left hand desperately touched the palm that was holding his neck, trying to break free.

Just as soon as it came into contact, the blackened and smelly left hand seemed to be stimulated by something, and it became more forceful.

"Squeak-" There was a slight sound of bones rubbing against the joints of Zhang Fan's neck bones, which were obviously about to break.

Zhang Fan's eyeballs gradually turned white upward, black hair drilled out of his eye sockets, and his body was still uncontrollably sucked towards the long-haired female corpse.

Whether it was being attracted to the past and being killed by the face of the long-haired female corpse, or the crisis of choking the neck at this time, it was not something he could resist more.

Without the help of any powerful ghosts and parasitic spirits, Zhang Fan is too fragile, as fragile as a lamb to the slaughter, with no ability to fight back.

At such a life-and-death crisis, suddenly, a deafening monster roar came from all directions of the fifth-floor base.

Immediately afterwards, the earth of the base station shook for a while, and a strong smell of blood suddenly permeated.

With the appearance of the monster's roar and the smell of blood, the terrifying parasitic spirit that was about to kill Zhang Fan suddenly stopped what he was doing.

Whether it was the black hair surging in Zhang Fan's body, or the scorched black ghost hand that pinched him, they all dissipated and faded like a tide.

"Plop!" Zhang Fan fell from mid-air, and his body fell on an iron frame, making him gasp in pain, and his back was wet with cold sweat.