Pain!

It was as if thousands of steel needles were piercing the internal organs at the same time.

Dean sat down on the ground clutching his chest, his eyes rolling and a brief moment of distraction.

But Alexander did not immediately pursue.

"Bang!"

Broken glass!

The searchlight that radiated a blinding light towards the hall was struck by a force and exploded.

The light fades.

The surroundings were dark again.

Sharp glass slags splattered in all directions, one of which slashed across Dean's left cheek, pulling out a thin bloody mouth the length of an index finger near his cheekbone.

The coldness of entering the flesh instantly woke him up from the severe pain, clutching his chest, and standing up with his back against the wall.

Glancing at the dark living room.

Hearts move!

The Shadow of the Past jumped out of his body, desperately away from the board in his hand, struggling to resist the noise, pushing the tape recorder that was playing music not far away back in front of Dean.

Dean put the tape recorder on his shoulder, letting the galloping music dispel the panic in his heart.

It all happened in one breath.

Shadow suddenly sensed the danger and rushed straight out into the darkness!

Fly out not far.

Rumble!

The air is booming!

It crashed into a hard wall of air, and the originally hazy humanoid form was instantly squeezed into a pitch-black sphere by the tremendous force of the impact.

A strong air currents swept through the air, and the ripples spread out in all directions, like ripples on the surface of a calm lake.

Dean brought the board to his eyes again, and was shocked to find that the "shadow" was clinging to the hideous-looking Alexander, and was frozen in mid-air.

Bang –

In the next second, two ghosts rampage through the hall at a dizzying speed, creating an incredible chaos.

Bang dang!

The old chandelier on the ceiling was swept away by an invisible force, fell to the ground, shattered, and a large piece of crystal glass slag spread out on the floor!

Katz!

The TV screen exploded suddenly, and the entire chassis fell off the counter, and two forces lifted it into the air as a target, aiming at it left and right, impacting, and in a few breaths, it disintegrated into a pile of parts and wires.

Ping!

A few rusty kitchen knives and dinner forks flew into the air, crackling and poking at each other, large dazzling cold lights dodging and moving in mid-air, and sparks flickering and disappearing like stars in the night sky.

The wind gusted in the living room, the walls exploded, and the air was filled with piercing air explosions, whistling sounds, roaring sounds, and ping-pong sounds.

The various decorations of the hall were disturbed beyond recognition by the ghosts of the two sides, as if they had been baptized by a torrential rain and floods.

Their combat effectiveness has exceeded the limits of ordinary people.

Dean, who was watching the battle with a board, couldn't keep up with the speed, and could only barely catch two entangled black shadows.

Colt in the other hand could not aim at the target.

It's too late to even give an order to the "Shadow", so it can only fight by instinct!

The gap is too big to meddle in!

Dean gritted his teeth, glanced at the corridor not far away, and leaned over.

He wore a dark blue cotton coat, carried a radio on his shoulder, and played earth-shattering music in his ears, like a soldier carrying a bazooka on his shoulders sprinting through the trenches with the sound of artillery fire to rescue his comrades—

Alvin was dragged up to the second floor by another ghost, he had no "shadow" to protect himself, he was in danger, and he was in urgent need of support!

But Dean had just stepped up the stairs.

A strong wind hit the back of his head.

Instinctively, he bowed his head.

Bang!

The house slammed.

A large shadow swept across his neck, and the black couch in the living room was thrown by an invisible force, smashing the wooden staircase and breaking a large board of wood, blocking Dean's path up the stairs horizontally.

Di An'an turned to the left with palpitations, and then his pupils constricted—

Shadow hastily ended the fight and fled back to him.

But its originally solid body became illusory and transparent, and conveyed a feeling of extreme weakness.

The normal summoning time is six and a half minutes, and after only half a minute of fierce fighting, "Shadow" will soon be unable to hold on.

"Shet!"

At this point, Dean couldn't keep his hand anymore.

Summon Shadow to the couch behind him to destroy the road.

Pulling out his pistol, he gritted his teeth and fired a tracer bullet into the corner of the living room.

Bang!

Tracer bullets ignited the gasoline.

The flames instantly ignited the wooden floor at the edge of the living room.

The leaping light of the fire tore through the darkness and spun around the living room.

The crackling of the planks formed a crimson wall of fire, enveloping the ghost of Alexander Raphael.

……

"Actually using the whole house as a trap?"

"You're going to die with me?"

Behind the scorching flames rang out several frightened voices, which reverberated layer by layer, full of penetrating power, and even suppressed the noise of the tape recorder.

Dean held up the board and looked at it.

Alexander Raphael was shrinking his body under his wide black robe, trying to avoid the flames that were coming from all around him.

Very good.

The flame works, and the arrangement is not in vain!

But don't wait for Dean to make further moves.

Alexander suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of wind that pressed down on the flames in front of Dean.

The scorching wall of fire was swept by the wind, and it suddenly bent down and clung to the ground, becoming bright and dark, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

But the wind came and went as fast as it came, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The flames that could not be blown out returned, carrying a large amount of gasoline arranged by Dean, and rose with even more violent momentum, tumbling upwards like boiling water vapor in an iron pot, licking to the ceiling!

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline and the burnt smell of wallpaper on wooden boards.

Dean covered her nose.

There was an unwilling roar from the other side.

"Well, cunning boy."

"I won't kill you for the time being, but you have to answer me honestly with a question!"

"You, the body of an ordinary person, have a little spiritual talent, but you have not been able to awaken your spiritual vision."

"How can you drive a ghost? The great Alexander Raphael did not yet possess such divine powers. ”

"Why do you have any secrets?"

"You want to know? Let's make a deal. ”

Dean continued to step back, aiming the muzzle of the Colt gun at the gasoline canister that was quietly placed on the coffee table on the left side of the living room—Shadow telepathized to Alexander's immediate vicinity.

After this psychic medium became a ghost, although he possessed all kinds of magical abilities, his intelligence seemed to be impaired.

Failure to notice that danger is around him, of course, may also be that he is too arrogant.

"Tell me about it." A hoarse voice came from the air.

"Send me back the souls of Alvin and Panon intact first." Dean said, "I'll tell you the secret. ”

"Ho-ho! Boy, why don't you throw the board over first, and then tell me the secret of your control of the ghosts, and I'll release them. ”

The voice was filled with longing and a hint of jealousy.

Dean couldn't help but clench the teardrop-shaped plank in his hand when he heard this.

Alexander actually asked for the board first, which must be more important than the secret of his control of the ghost.

It's bound to come in handy!

Never say yes!

"Honorable Psychic Master, we respectfully summoned you to the real world and offered you candles and incense, but you attacked without permission." Dean began to stall, "Aren't you supposed to be sincere first?" ”

"Ho-ho."

A gloomy breeze walked around the living room.

"You were a master medium-sufficient who was admired by the world during your lifetime, and you should be equally wise, wise, generous, and generous after your death."

"Don't slap me on the back! Brat! ”

"This is true, there is no undying hatred between you and me, and it has not yet caused irreparable consequences, how about sitting down and negotiating peacefully and amicably?"

The fire spread faster than Dean expected, and before he knew it, he was already covered in hot sweat, and his skin was burned red and stinging.

Worst of all, the massive amount of smoke from the burning planks began to affect his vision and breathing, which was more dangerous than the flames.

Only then did he realize that he had made a huge mistake - he forgot to buy a fire mask.

However, his efforts to stall for time worked, and Shadow used the last of his residual heat to blast the couch blocking the road behind him in half, and then returned to his body in a puff of black smoke.

The windows in the staircase corridor were opened to let in fresh air.

The road to the second floor is also back unobstructed!

"Nonsense!"

Surrounded by flames, Alexander's impatient, imminent eruption voice rang out,

"I'll make the decision, I'll help you get rid of the shackles of the flesh, embrace eternal life, and then you will send the secret and the board obediently!"

"Dream! Die, old dog! ”

Dean kicked his feet, bent his body like a folding bed and jumped back, his hips deftly burrowed into the middle of the sofa that was divided into two halves, and at the same time, he snapped his index finger and shot continuously at the gasoline barrel!

Bang!

Bang!

A tracer bullet penetrates a gasoline drum.

Bang!

The echo of the explosion echoed through the hall on the first floor, the wooden walls tilted and the floor cracked.

The frantically swirling flames enveloped nearby Alexander like ocean waves.

Flames gripped it, battered old ghosts screamed, shattering the remaining window panes around the hall.

Dean paused as he ran upstairs, his hands covering his eardrums as if they had been pierced.

The tape recorder fell to the ground in his arms, rolling down the stairs into the flames behind him, and the music stopped abruptly.

At the same time, several pieces of burning wooden floors in the hall were forcibly pried up by an invisible force, flipped up and down, and flew towards the staircase to extinguish the wall of fire at once!

And Alexander Raphael roared and flew out of the sea of fire, with a circle of rapidly spinning cold and glittering blades, and shot towards Dean, who fled to the second floor!