The other half is under a gray sky.

A cowboy hat, bearded Simon with a seeping smile on his lips and a pair of green eyes emerging from the darkness behind him, standing motionless on the roof of a black-and-white movie theater, looking down at the people below.

He had an old double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and after aiming at Liang Wensong, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang."

Gunshots exploded.

Liang Wensong's face changed, and almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out, a thick dark aura quickly spread out from his body, enveloping his figure.

The thick darkness spread, and the surrounding buildings immediately deteriorated and rotted after being covered, and even the pavement beneath their feet became potholes, as if they had been ravaged for decades.

As soon as the ghost spread, his figure disappeared in place.

He knew exactly what the double-barreled shotgun was filled with, bullets made from ghosts.

Once hit by a shotgun, it is equivalent to being forced to control a ghost, which will forcibly make the supernatural balance in the body fall into a state of ghost recovery.

And precisely, the puzzle pieces of Luo Wensong he got are incomplete, and the current way of control is balance, if he falls into a state of revival of ghosts, it is equivalent to leaving the game early.

Cowboy Simon is very decisive, he is better at taking the initiative than defending counterattacks, and the paranormal weapon is a terrifying double-barreled shotgun, and the speed of the attack is the first in the King's organization.

Liang Wensong hid in the ghost snake, leaving him too little time to react, and in a moment of thought, he chose the ghost snake, hoping that the ghost snake could help him avoid this attack.

But the next moment.

A trace of pain flashed on Liang Wensong's face, and a sharp pain came from his chest, as if he had been hit by something, and his body couldn't help but take a step back under the huge impact.

He was hit by a bullet.

But there was no blood flowing in the chest.

The black robe he wore fluttered strangely a few times, as if someone was passing in front of him, blocking the attack for him.

The bullets made of black cloth strips from the double-barreled shotgun could not penetrate Luo Wensong's ghost clothes before his death, and he was forcibly stopped.

"And this kind of thing!"

On the roof of the movie theater, Cowboy Simon's expression became hideously distorted, and a pair of pale green eyes ignored the darkness as he witnessed the factors that made the attack a failure.

His supernatural weapons are specially designed to deal with ghost riders, and coupled with the forcible locking of the ghost snake and green eyes, he almost misses every shot.

However, the bullet was blocked by a strange suit on the other party's body, which had never happened before, which made him unbelievable.

And the dark ghosts.

"I can't expose myself to the other person's gaze anymore, maybe the next time I'm aiming at my head." Liang Wensong gritted his teeth, trying to regain his composure, and with a slight movement under his feet, the ground began to collapse and dent, forming a pitch-black and deep doorway.

As soon as the doorway appeared, he immediately fell in, was engulfed by the darkness inside, and disappeared in place.

"Want to go?"

Cowboy Simon moved, and the dark aura behind him began to surge, it was a cold haze, and a pair of green eyes in the haze were particularly eye-catching, like a beast lurking in the night, spying on people lost in the dark.

The powerful ghostly quickly shredded the knocker's ghost, exposing the doorway hole in the ground.

"Bang."

Cowboy Simon stepped down from the roof, didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, and fired a shot at the doorway.

However, when the bullet entered the darkness, it lost all trace, and it was unknown where it went.

"Crunch! Crunch! ”

A piercing sound of the door opening rang out, loud in the night-like ghost, and some kind of terrifying curse began to spread.

Cowboy Simon was shocked, and without hesitation, he turned around and shot.

Although he had been very careful, he did not expect that his ghost snake would be silently invaded by the other party.

An old wooden door appeared on the wall behind him.

The wooden door was opened, revealing darkness and depth, revealing the strange and ominous.

There was a dark humanoid silhouette standing inside the door, the specific appearance was not real, and the darkness inside the door seriously interfered with the vision of the green eyes.

Although the bullet of the shotgun fired later, it hit the silhouette of the human figure in the darkness first, as if repelling, and the figure disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

However, Cowboy Simon could no longer pay attention to the outcome of the third attack, and the curse of death had already spread to him.

Simon's eyes shrank suddenly, and a cold, permeating chill enveloped him, and his pale skin quickly darkened, festering, and eroded by the cursed spirit.

His body immediately fell into a state of immobility, supernatural death.

The ghostly glow of the night dissipated, and a pair of green eyes in the gloom dimmed, and finally disappeared.

But the chill of the curse comes and goes as fast as it goes.

As an alien, he had no problem surviving this supernatural attack.

It only took a few seconds to get back on the move, but he was afraid that the other party would take advantage of it again.

Hopefully that shot hit that guy!

It's just that this hope is more like a luxury.

"It's a pity I don't have a coffin nail in my hand, otherwise I ......"

Liang Wensong walked out of the deep darkness behind the door with a gloomy face, staring at his opponent Simon tightly. The third bullet was fired without locking, hit the black tunic and was blocked.

It's just that he knows in his heart that the curse of opening the door and dying, can't trap the other party for long. Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to raise his withered arm, gently rested his palm on the wooden door, and knocked it down with a special regularity.

"Knock~Knock~"

The killing law of knocking on the door is triggered.

Simon shuddered, the permeating chill in his body became even stronger, his body could not move, and the supernatural power that had been quickly recovered fell silent again.

His eyes widened with an incredulous expression.

Two mortal supernatural beings!

Liang Wensong snapped his fingers and said in a cold tone: "Don't struggle, let me send you on your way." ”

The ground beneath Simon's feet began to crumble and dent, creating a large pit like a door, and the darkness was deep and dark, swallowing everything that fell.

"No ......"

Simon's eyes immediately turned red, and the killing intent in his heart boiled, he still had no means to use, and he was unwilling to be defeated like this.

However, at this time.

A tall, thin figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost, this person's body did not look like a physical object, as if it was a very illusory shadow, and he still held a dagger in his hand.

The figure stretched out its slender arm and grabbed Simon as he fell, and the shadow spread into the distance, carrying Simon away from here.

"The King's support came so quickly!"

Liang Wensong angrily watched Simon being rescued, and then looked down at his thin arm that was covered with corpse spots at some point, and felt stiff and sluggish from above, knowing that his limit was almost reached.

There are too many supernatural beings on his body, and the delicate supernatural balance is being broken, and he is on the verge of reviving the ghost.

He needs to rest to regain his supernatural balance, otherwise even if he is protected by the curse of the post office, he will not be able to stop the evil ghosts in his body from losing control.

Liang Wensong reluctantly retreated into the darkness behind the door, reached out and pulled the handle of the wooden door, and locked himself up.

The wooden door on the wall disappeared, and there was only one wall there.

……

A slender shadow spreads into the distance.

"Simon, I gave up the guy behind the sneak attack in order to save you, how can you thank me?" The king, codenamed Killer, played with the dagger in his hand, his voice low and without mood swings.

Simon moved his body, the chill on his body subsided, he stood up with his double-barreled shotgun, shrouded himself in darkness, and said in a deep voice: "It's very simple, when you are dying, I will also save your life." ”

The killer sneered: "No one can kill me!" ”

He can hide in the shadows at any time, undetectable. The best thing is to secretly approach the opponent and use the dagger to complete a one-hit kill.

In his country, the fear that the name of the killer has been imprinted in the hearts of all ghost handlers, giving him great confidence.

Simon's eyes oozed green light, and he said: "The other party is not simple, and my strength has not been brought into full play at all." The killer, even if it's you, doesn't necessarily take him. ”

"Rough agitation, loser!"

The killer seems to have lost interest in conversation, and his body disappears into the shadows like a ghost.

Simon's green eyes oozed chill, and he raised his hand to press down the brim of the cowboy hat he was wearing on his head, hiding his hideous and distorted expression, and suddenly turned his head to look in one direction.

The surrounding scene dimmed, and a dim alley with eerie graffiti and unreal spills spread out from afar.

The four kings, a down-and-out painter, a butcher, a twin girl, and an ascetic carrying the coffin, came out of the depths of the alley.

After exchanging information with each other, Qi Qi fell silent.

The painter said expressionlessly: "Although we ran two, we still have a chance." The battle on the missionary's side isn't over yet, and I can take you there. ”

Oil painting can isolate the perception of ghost paintings, and can prevent the other party from discovering to a large extent, so as to achieve the purpose of approaching quietly.

The six kings, without any objections, rushed to the last battle.

()

1 second to remember the vertex: dingdiannn. m.dingdiannn