"Leave Li Leping alone and work with me to deal with the captain." The ghost snake in the dim alley stretched out, and Liu San's figure walked out of the ghost snake, looking at the battle on the captain's side, his expression suddenly became very solemn.

The four revenants summoned by He Yin'er were snuffed out by the captain, and the last one was struggling, but it couldn't be delayed for much time.

Soon, Liu San rushed over, and lifelike paper figures came out of all directions of the port, and they also supported the battle area.

Zhou Deng and Lu Zhiwen glanced at each other, left Li Leping's corpse, and rushed over. He Yin'er stayed where she was, her pair of black and white pupils flickering, she took out a piece of spirit from her backpack and began to summon spirits again.

"Who?" He Yin'er stopped what she was doing, as if she had found something, and suddenly turned her head to look. Diaphragm

"It's me." Liu San's ghost dissipated, revealing the figure of a young man, who was Wang Chaling.

Wang Chaling paused, cautiously did not approach He Yin'er, and looked ahead. Seeing that the only remaining soul was also caught by the captain, his face was nervous, and cold sweat couldn't help breaking out in his palms, and he whispered: "Grandpa, help me kill the captain." Mom and Dad, you protect me. Behind him emerged two lifeless old men, dressed in Republican clothes, their faces wrinkled, and their bodies were black and white, like dead souls coming out of the posthumous photos.

The two illusory and strange old men turned their heads to look at the captain in unison and walked over hand in hand. Before it was over, two middle-aged couples with illusory and cold bodies appeared around Wang Chaling again.

The middle-aged man was tall, with his arms outstretched, and his body blocked in front of Wang Chaling, as if he could stop all risks.

The middle-aged woman became illusory, and slowly walked into Wang Chaling's body, protecting her in the form of storage.

Even if the ghost can bypass the middle-aged man's block, the middle-aged woman will withstand the supernatural attack for Wang Chaling and prevent him from dying.

The other side. The captain's eyes were dead and numb, and he grasped the remaining soul in his hands as if he were grasping a weak moth.

The metallic palm gradually strengthened, and the body of the revenant man quickly began to dim, twisted for a while, and exploded into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.

But the next moment. Liu San's killing intent burst out, leading dozens of paper figures to pounce on him, surrounding the captain impenetrably.

The yellowed papyrus on his palm peeled off, revealing a strangely thin palm underneath, and slammed it onto the captain, trying to confine him in place.

However, he soon discovered that something was wrong, the old corpse he was controlling seemed to be completely asleep, and the supernatural power was declining.

The source was restricted, and the dozens of paper figures around him lost their supernatural support and lost their ability to move.

"Something's wrong, I can't touch this guy." Liu San's eyes widened, and he was a little anxious in his heart. Just when he wanted to pull away, it was too late.

A thin black mist rose from the captain's side again, and the sound of riding the wind and waves came from the fog, and an old and dilapidated ship began to appear.

"Suffered!" Yan Liusan's face changed, and an even more terrifying suppression befell him, making him completely unable to move.

But fortunately, Zhou Deng and Lu Zhiwen have arrived in time. Zhou Deng's eyes under the mask rolled slightly, and he didn't know when he was holding an old small toy, which was a slingshot that children used to play with in the past.

The bow was the shriveled child's palm of an index finger and middle finger, and the two strips of leather were stained with blood that could not be washed, like tendons pulled from a corpse, and the hanging slingshot pocket was a piece of blackened and blue dead human skin that had been peeled off.

Obviously, this is an extremely strange supernatural item. He first took out a blackened fingertip and used it as a projectile and put it in his slingshot pocket, then pinched the slingshot pocket and put it on the side of his eye, and after quickly aiming, he fired this severed finger at the captain.

The remaining nails on this severed finger seemed to have been carefully trimmed and sharpened, and there was a dark glimmer on the nails, which were instantly nailed to the captain's body under some strange supernatural influence.

Cracks appeared in the area where Captain Yan was hit, and then there were more and more cracks, and his body was shattered like porcelain.

Soon. Lu Zhiwen's supernatural attacks also followed, and after getting closer for a distance, he waved the brush in his hand and threw a drop of rancid and blackened blood from the tip of the pen on the captain's body.

The blood-stained area of the "sneer...... rapidly decays, and the decaying area spreads rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The captain stood in place, his rotten face expressionless in sight. But the black mist drifted, and the traces of decay and countless cracks were erased out of thin air in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

In the black mist, even the severed finger that pierced the body disappeared. Lu Zhiwen's face changed suddenly, and he found that when he entered the range shrouded in black mist, the supernatural power in his body began to decline rapidly.

The captain stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Zhiwen's head, which was close at hand.

"How is that possible!" Lu Zhiwen's eyes widened, and at this moment he finally understood why Li Leping let himself be torn apart after falling into the hands of the captain.

Under the suppression of the terrifying supernatural, the harnessed ghost fell directly into a deep sleep. In other words, during the period of suppression, he became a ghost rider who was inferior to ordinary people.

The horribly rotting palm of the hand grew closer and closer, as if obscuring the sky, gradually covering his vision.

Lu Zhiwen desperately urged the supernatural power in his body, and wanted to get out of his shell through the supernatural golden cicada of the wooden man, but the supernatural was suppressed too hard and couldn't do it at all.

"It's over." Just when Lu Zhiwen was desperate. Suddenly. A cold, thin palm grabbed the captain's hand.

It is Wang Chaling's grandfather. The two old men were expressionless, and walked hand in hand into the enveloping range of the black mist, and under the suppression of the dark spirit, they still had the strength to stop the captain's attack.

Wang Chaling's grandfather touched the captain's body, but the supernatural power was not suppressed to silence.

"Saved." Lu Zhiwen was short of breath, and his chest rose and fell violently. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he pulled Liu San and kept running towards the back, desperately trying to stay away from the influence of the supernatural ship.

The captain was completely indifferent to Lu Zhiwen and Liu San's escape, but turned his head and stared at the two illusory old men holding hands with dead eyes, and a trace of emotion flashed on his face.

It's straightforward. The strange old woman next to Grandpa Cha Ling also reached out and grabbed the captain's other arm.

The attack of the two ghosts came in an instant. The next moment. The captain's body turned into a thick darkness as he was pulled by the ghost, gradually deformed and distorted.

But the captain's body is like a tough rubber glue, no matter how much it is pulled or deformed, it is not torn in half.

The fog is rising. The captain's face was expressionless, and the old and dilapidated ship was fully revealed, and began to sail through the mist, directly crushing the two illusory and strange old men who attacked him.

This was the captain's most terrifying supernatural attack, as there was no supernatural ability to fight against a ghost ship.

"Bang~Bang." Two dull crashing sounds sounded, and the two old men did not let go, so they were hit by the ghost ship and flew out of the darkness in the form of a parabola.

On the other side, when Wang Chaling saw this scene, the blood on his face faded cleanly, and he exclaimed in disbelief: "How is it possible." The two old men of the Wang family were slammed on the ground, motionless, their bodies seemed to be crushed, and they were so broken that they seemed to be really dead.

After crashing into the two old men of the Wang family, the captain did not attack the captain of the headquarters again, and turned around and flew towards the ghost ship that stayed in the air.

"Still want to get on board?" Yan Shenlin was armed with a scarlet axe and resolutely blocked the captain's route.

He Tianxiong was sweating profusely, holding the dead doll in his hands, standing beside Shen Lin without saying a word, and did not retreat.

The captain looked at them with a rotten face and a numb expression, sailing through the black fog in an illusory ghost ship, and rushed head-on without hesitation.

Shen Lin's face changed, the ship in his pupils continued to expand, aiming at the captain and throwing the axe in his hand, and then pushed He Tianxiong and pushed the other party away.

And he also disappeared directly at this moment. The captain is menacing, and there is the tragic situation of the old ghosts of the Wang family, and no one will be stupid enough to use their bodies to withstand the attack of the ghost ship.

With a burst of breaking sound, the Scarlet Axe's flight trajectory was strangely deflected after approaching the captain, and it flew away without slashing.

It wasn't even a while. The captain stopped abruptly, as four figures appeared out of thin air in front of him, blocking his way to the ship.

It was Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang and Ye Zhen who had just disembarked. After a moment of confrontation, all of a sudden, everyone looked in one direction.

Over there, a dark red ghostly snake spread, covering the sky above them at an incredible speed.

The sky was dyed red, as if layers of fiery clouds were gathering. Within the range shrouded by ghosts, the tone of the world changed to a dark red.

A dark red sun slowly rises into the sky.