Dark attic.

The dreary air smelled of decay.

A force wrapped around Alvin's neck and lifted his body slowly up to the beams and roof.

He kicked his feet in the air, his hands pulling at his neck desperately, but the cold, piercing force was like steel tongs, almost crushing his bones.

Unable to resist.

It's only about ten seconds.

His face turned from red to pale, his eyes bulged out, his mouth opened unconsciously and his tongue out, his brain began to lack oxygen, and his vision became blurred.

Fear and reluctance welled up in my heart.

No!

How could I die without seeing Panon?

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud and loud noise like an earthquake below the attic.

Alvin's spirits perked up, and he immediately realized that it was Dean who was fighting Alexander on the first floor.

So who was in the attic who choked him by the neck?

He thought of a possibility, as if grasping a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

Emotions are high!

The heart is pounding, and adrenaline is pumping into the body that is on the verge of suffocation.

He let go of his hands pulling his neck, and with his left hand he pulled out a water gun full of gasoline from the pocket of his cotton coat, and with his right hand he pulled out a lighter.

Aim at the front and spray fuel and ignite.

A wailing flame erupted in midair.

The strength between the necks disappears.

Alvin slammed into the dark bed in the attic, clutching his chest and greedily breathing in the fresh air, looking up.

An irregular ball of flame scurried in the air in terror.

"Is that you, Panon?"

Alvin shouted excitedly, but the ghost fire was extinguished.

The invisible force swooped down again.

He rolled to the left side of the attic in embarrassment, hid behind the dark bed, and turned his head to look for his relatives who had been absent for many years, but the ghost could not be seen by the naked eye.

"Don't you recognize me, we're brothers."

All he could do was the shrill whistling in the air.

He fled left and right in confusion, swept the funny water gun in his hand, drew an oil line on the wooden board in front of him, and lit it.

The flames created a spurting crimson trench that spewed heat, blocking the ghosts that attacked.

"We've lived together for twenty years."

Alvin stared into the void through the flames and recounted his memories,

"Do you remember, when I was studying, the first thing I did when I came home from school every day was to play football with you, you guarded the goal, I came to play, and you would deliberately let me score a few goals every time."

"The school's football captain scolded you for being a fool and a freak, so I beat him up in order to get angry for you, and secretly threw a snake into his cabinet, making him cry in front of his girlfriend, and he showed his appearance!"

…

The wooden walls around the attic began to burn, sparks crackled, and the temperature quickly rose.

The smoke was so thick that Alvin coughed.

But the ghost, showing no mercy, overturned the black bed of more than two hundred pounds and smashed it at him.

Flames spread everywhere.

With nowhere to run, Alvin screamed, his right ankle was smashed backwards, and the broken bone pierced through the skin and drilled out.

Blood gushing.

The sharp pain made him hiss like a snake in his throat, and he almost fainted from the pain.

nevertheless

He still had a pale face, and spoke in a staccato voice,

"Every night before you go to bed, you listen to a bedtime story... Ahem... Once I told the story of my brother. ”

"You said... Let's not be like the king brothers in the story who fought for the crown, they are worse than the enemy... We must always live together in harmony, caring, accompanying, and protecting each other. ”

"You did, and you stood in front of me and protected me when that car crashed into me."

The sound stopped abruptly.

A force struck Alvin's nose mercilessly, blasting it open like a ripe tomato, spurting blood that stained half of his face and beard.

Alvin fell backwards in a state of dizziness.

Blood gushing out of his nose rolled to the edge of his eyes, blurring his vision.

His neck was choked again.

Harder than before, and pulled him whimpering and gliding on the ground like a dead dog, his broken ankle dragging a trail of blood on the floor.

He was lifted up against the wall again.

The cervical spine is out of place.

Alvin struggled to open his puffy eyes, raised his right hand and aimed the gasoline-filled water gun at the air in front of him.

But the moment he pulled the trigger, he let go of his hand and let the weapon fall.

His eyes stared into the void in front of him, his eyes were full of guilt, and his throat emitted deep self-reproach,

"But I broke my promise and didn't protect you... David asked me to take care of you, but I left you alone. I selfishly abandoned a family member... I'm damned! ”

Cold tears rolled down his cheeks, and with the last of his strength, Alvin opened his hands to embrace the void form in front of him.

"I'm sorry..."

Bang!

A loud explosion was heard downstairs, followed by screams of pain.

The screams were loud.

The walls trembled, the beams cracked, and the flames erupted!

Hiding in the attic, Alvin felt a tingling in his eardrums.

The ghost in front of him let go of his hands like a power-off machine and froze in place.

Alvin landed on the ground narrowly and looked away.

At this moment—

Tears and blood mixed on his pupils, and the two ordinary substances reacted magically.

He blinked.

A figure emerged from the darkness that had been empty.

Dressed in black robes, suspended in mid-air, his body flickering like an unstable electric current, black dotted lines jumping around him.

The face under the hood resembles Alvin, with a straight nose bridge and slightly thick lips, but it looks older than Alvin, with deep nasolabial folds and crow's feet, a ridge like a mountain on his forehead, and half of his brown hair is gray.

A benign change is taking place in him.

His eyes turned from pitch black to the blue of the sea, and his hideous, distorted features regained their calm and serenity.

Panon, my brother, you're getting old, too.

Alvin stared at the strange and familiar face in a daze, his lips trembling, and he was speechless with excitement.

Panon turned quickly, and an invisible force lifted the heavy black bed into the air.

It slammed into it with a flicker.

There was a few muffled bangs.

The huge black bed is like the earth that has been dried by the sun, and it has been knocked open countless cracks in an instant.

It then crumbled into a cloud of dry cement that littered the burning attic wooden floor.

Smoke billowed from the air.

A horrific corpse, so thin that only a layer of skin remained, fell.

It doesn't matter.

The face and muscles are sunken and blackened.

The eyes, ears, mouth and nose were stitched together with needles and threads.

The only skin that is still intact is tattooed with dense mysterious black characters, exuding a creepy evil aura.

All of this happened in a matter of seconds, and when the corpse hit the ground, the ghost's expression changed again, and the eyes that looked at Alvin turned pure black, shooting out a resentful light and a cold murderous intent.

But he didn't do it.

His translucent cheeks showed a struggling expression, and his body swelled and contracted, as if it was ready to disintegrate in place at any moment.

"Alexander, that demon... Ahem... I've hurt you... Pouring you into cement, manipulating you? ”

Alvin asked anxiously,

"What should I do, Panon? Ahem... How can I help you? ”

The ghost's gaze turned to the surrounding flames, then to the dried corpse.

Alvin understood in an instant, grinning as he supported his badly wounded body and dragged the dried corpse into the fire, and threw the water gun filled with gasoline into it.

Bang!

The fire is in full bloom.

The flames burned flesh and skin.

The grease melts.

Smoggy.

The pungent smell of gasoline, the smell of burning wood, and the smell of barbecue are mixed together.

The smoke made it difficult for Alvin to breathe, and he desperately covered his mouth and nose with a padded jacket, but it was useless.

His body was crumbling.

But along with those evil symbols, burned to ashes by the flames.

In his pupils mixed with blood and tears, Panon's ghost instantly underwent a series of changes.

It was as if he had traveled through time, fading his lifeless black robe and terrifying countenance, and changing into a young and energetic gray tracksuit.

The illusory body quickly became thin and flexible, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, his gray hair returned to its pure brown color, and he returned to the childish appearance of a twelve- or thirteen-year-old like a child.

Those bright blue eyes looked at Alvin.

Just like 28 years ago, it is full of love, dependence, and longing for his family.

Panon rushed towards Alvin, his translucent hands hugged each other fiercely, and shouted with a crying voice,

"Woo, Ami... Ami... I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for you, for a long time... Ten years, twenty years... You're finally back, you're finally home. ”

Panon's voice stuttered and stiff at first, but soon became smooth and full of emotion, and his juvenile face was crawling with translucent tears,

"Woo... I've learned to do laundry, cook, go to the supermarket, learn to clean the house... Talk and communicate with people. ”

"I won't hold you back any longer, don't leave me... Don't leave me alone, I'm afraid, I'm afraid. ”

Alvin stared at the face that was familiar to the depths of his soul, and in this moment their blood, soul, and emotions were intimately connected.

"No, Panon... You're not a burden, you're not a burden! You are my brother! ”

The sparks crackled and exploded, illuminating Alvin's flushed face,

"I'm sorry for you, I shouldn't have abandoned you, made you lonely, let you suffer a lot of grievances, and let you be killed by old things."

"But I'm back... Ahem... Our brothers are together again. ”

The attic flames were blazing and everything was surrounded by firelight.

Cut off.

But in the thick fire and misty smoke, Alvin was so red that tears of relief and excitement welled up in his eyes,

"My brother... Ahem... We can play football together, go to the playground together... Let's beat up those little bastards who are squirting feces... Finally, we will leave together. ”

"I'll take you to David to visit my mother, whom we've never met, and we'll be reunited as a family!"

"Ami!" Panon nodded desperately, staring at him with illusory eyes,

"I'm here, I swear to you! Ahem......" Alvin hugged his mist-cold body and coughed violently, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, "I will never leave you again..."

"We'll never be apart again."

"Ami, Ami."

Crunch –

The beams that caught fire beneath the roof were burned off and slammed down in the suffocating heat, golden flames amplifying in Alvin's pupils.

"My brother..."

Alvin muttered, feeling a strong warmth envelop him, and he smiled with relief and relief,

Completely plunged into darkness.

……

In the corridor.

Dean threw a gasoline canister down the stairs behind him, and the shot set it on fire.

Explosions roared.

The staircase collapsed completely, the ceiling cracked through the gap, glass poured down from the window frames, and the crimson flames spread wildly.

Dean breathed for a moment, turned around without hesitation, and ran almost to the second floor.

There was a sudden jolt in the hallway.

A piercing scream came from behind him.

Dean lunged to the side, dodging the hot wood flying behind him at the last second, and a throwing knife grazed his thigh, cutting a furrow through the floor.

He rolled out of the bedroom door on his left, ducked behind the wooden door, and raised his board to look at it.

A large piece of wood was manipulated by an invisible force, suspended in mid-air in violation of physical conventions, ignited by the explosion just now, and erupted in flames, and in the midst of the flames there was a sharp knife and fork surrounding the wheel of death!

A pair of pure black eyes cast a glimpse behind the roulette wheel, like a hellish gaze.

Brush –

A flaming prismatic plank flew over and struck the wooden door where Dean was hiding, and the wooden door suddenly split in half, breaking away from the door frame and scattering to the ground with a raging flame.

Escape!

Facing psychic ghosts, shooting, fighting... Completely ineffective.

The flames could not hit Alexander, who was hiding behind layers of planks!

Almost helpless, Dean rushed to a bucket of gasoline in the corner of the hallway, and suddenly a roar came from behind him.

The sound waves passed through the entire corridor on the second floor, and a large piece of crystal glass slag was shaken into the air.

Dean's running body slammed suddenly, as if it had been pierced into the brain by thousands of steel needles, and blood oozed from his eyes, ears, and nose.

In the next second, a row of flying knives all shot out of the circle, flying towards his back with a terrifying sound of breaking the air and a piercing coldness!

There is no shelter in the hallway.

Dean hurriedly bent his knees and rolled toward the left corner.

Chop chop!

Half of the knives stabbed into the wooden floor and walls, and the other half, the three knives pierced through Dean's padded jacket with a popping sound, stabbing him in the back, and stabbing him into a hedgehog.

Blood spilled into the air.

Dean stumbled forward and fell to his knees, the pain nearly tearing his skeleton apart, he gritted his teeth and got up with his hands on the ground and trembling.

But I didn't have time to take a step.

A dozen large and small planks of flame flew like meteors, smashing into his body, flying forward with him, landing and continuing to glide until they hit the wall in the corner of the hallway.

It's not over yet!

Bang dang!

A large, invisible hand tore off the ceiling at the top of the hallway.

The heavy wooden wall collapsed in an instant, carrying a large amount of dust and wood chips, and pressed on Dean's body.

He didn't move, as if he were dead.

"Ho-ho!"

Laughing playfully from far and near.

"Run, little mouse!"

"Keep running, stupid mortal!"

The invisible ghost floated to the ruins,

"Do you feel it now? The flesh is so weak, and you have to endure all kinds of sickness and pain, and now, I have come to give you liberation! ”

……

The voice landed.

The ruins of the wooden walls slowly parted in all directions, revealing a lying Dean, covered in smoke, his eyes closed, his face covered in blood and charred black, and he could no longer see his true face.

Only the chest was still rising and falling faintly.

He seemed to have completely lost the ability to resist.

"Come on, cheer, join my party!"

Alexander's wild laughter.

A throwing knife flew up in the hallway and shot at Dean's neck, and with a single blow, it could pierce the vital point and kill him.

But the knife only stabbed the floor.

The body lunged to the side at the last moment, and got up again with lightning speed.

Dean opened his eyes, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

With a grasp of his right hand, the gasoline barrel with the flames behind his back flew towards the nothingness that was close at hand—between man and ghost, there was no longer any obstruction!

The left hand pulls the trigger continuously and continuously.

Bang bang two shots!

Bang!

Explode!

Overwhelming flames swept through the corridors like waves, and angry and painful wails rang out from the heat purgatory!

Battered again, Alexander Raphael wailed bitterly, powerful waves and currents of sound and air surging in all directions, parting the sea of fire, and the flames bent humbly to the sides like the trunk of a tree broken by a violent wind.

The fire gradually stopped.

A bloated figure rushed out of the billowing smoke, crossed several meters in the blink of an eye, and crashed into Alexander's arms, who had just shown his might and guarded against emptiness, and slammed the glowing board held in both hands into the invisible body in front of him.

Give it all!

The air is humming!

The spirit, the will, an indestructible force, passed with this thorn.

Space seemed to freeze in an instant.

The demonic flames, the wriggling smoke, and the falling beams were all solidified.

Loss of voice, breathing, arrest of heartbeat.

Five seconds, or five minutes.

When Dean regained his breath.

Alexander Raphael's black ghostly body was strangely exposed to his naked eye.

It had a dagger-like blade stuck in its chest and heart, and its pale and twisted face froze in disbelief and horror.

"No!"

It took a step back in horror.

The pitch-black figure cracked inch by inch, and a faint blue light emerged from the cracks, engulfing it, turning it into burning pages, withering and flying.

The powerful psychic ghost, Alexander Raphael, turned into ashes in front of Dean in an instant, leaving no trace.

The board then fell back into Dean's palm.

A large bright red prompt flashed in front of his eyes:

You used the strange artifact "The Sleeper's Puppet Board" to destroy a psychic ghost.

Mastery +20, Combat lv1 (80→100/200)

You've slain a supernatural being for the first time!

There is a huge difference between you and its strength, and you have completed a difficult challenge with the weak defeating the strong!

You've awakened a valuable specialty – the Occult Hunter...

……

Call... Suck...

Dean felt a rush of heat rush into his body, and his spirit lifted.

Now is not the time to catch your breath.

"Alvin!"

Dean bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the fishy sweetness poured into his mouth, and the sharp pain around his body was relieved.

"Alvin! Where are you? ”

He shouted loudly, but there was no response.

Turning around, there was smoke and scorching flames all around,

God's perspective could only sweep a dazzling red light.

Suddenly, a piece of the burning ceiling fell in front of him, and a large hole in the floor was broken, revealing a raging sea of fire below.

The crimson Grim Reaper beckoned to him.

No time!

He dragged his scarred body and rushed to the bottom of the attic of his bedroom, where waves of fire erupted from the dark space, and with a sweep of God's perspective, a humanoid figure lay in the flames of the attic and burned quietly.

Alvin was burned to death like that?

This is how their brother ended!?

Fack!

Never!

Dean gritted his teeth and grabbed a piece of broken wood from the bed frame, and stabbed and stabbed wildly at the ceiling, allowing his hands to be burned with blood blisters.

Bang dang!

The charred planks above his head finally broke through the big hole.

With a flash of red light, a fiery and smoky figure fell from the tongue of fire surging in the attic, and with a pop it fell straight to Dean's feet.

He slumped short and picked up the burning body and jumped out of the second-floor window!