The darkness brought up ominousness, especially after seeing the man who was clearly a ghost, except for Ye Zhen, the other two became solemn.

A ghost with an unknown law of killing, except for Ye Zhen, it is estimated that no one will not be afraid.

Zhou Zheng looked at the ghost, his bloodshot eyes were full of lust, ghost, the most disgusting existence in his life.

There is a ghost in his stomach, which is also the origin of his code name.

Ghost baby Zhou Zheng, the person in charge of Dachang City.

"I'll go first." Zhou Zheng glanced at Fang Shiming, didn't say anything, and rushed towards the ghost walking towards them with a big belly.

Zhou Zheng's speed is very fast, almost all ghost handlers can do it, and becoming a ghost master is already inhuman.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Zheng arrived in front of the man.

A pungent and unpleasant corpse stench emanated from the ghost in front of him.

Zhou Zheng wrinkled his nose slightly, and then his expression became fierce, his upright stomach suddenly squirmed, and a child's face emerged, as if it was about to break out directly through the stomach.

Zhou Zheng's expression turned cold, every time he used this ghost's ability, this ghost would act like this, before he was gnawing on internal organs, but now it seems that he is planning to come out.

After eating all the contents of his stomach, he plans to abandon him, a cheap father?

There is no such good abacus.

The coldness emanated from Zhou Zheng's body, and he grabbed the ghost in front of him without hesitation.

The spirit belonging to the ghost baby went towards the suppression of the ghost.

It seemed to have worked, and the moment Zhou Zheng grabbed the ghost's shoulder, its body stopped.

Looking at the fierce ghost who was motionless and had a dead expression, Zhou Zheng was slightly stunned, "This is suppressed?" ”

He looked around, and quickly put away this fluke mentality, the darkness around him had not diminished in the slightest, and the source had not been completely restricted.

Fang Shiming looked at the suppressed ghost, his eyes were a little surprised, and his gaze towards Zhou Zheng couldn't help but change.

On the file, this Interpol named Zhou Zheng is just a ghost.

But now, he actually restrained the ghost's movements.

Although it was not completely suppressed, at least the source was limited.

If you limit the source, then the rest of the matter will be much easier.

Fang Shiming let out a breath and made a move, and the sooner the better, the sooner he suppressed it, the less effort he would have to exert himself.

Next, I have to do a fight with Ye Zhen.

Thinking about it, Fang Shiming's body suddenly disappeared, and a strange gust of yin wind blew in the tunnel, blowing towards the ghost.

"Ahh

At the moment when Fang Shiming disappeared, Zhou Zheng suddenly let out a miserable scream.

I saw ahead, Zhou Zheng's hands were lightly grabbed by the ghost.

Click~!

With just a slight pull, Zhou Zheng's arms twisted strangely, and the bone fragments protruded, bringing out a large piece of black blood.

Zhou Zheng's face was gloomy, and his expression was full of pain.

The weird little face that originally protruded from the belly suddenly popped back.

The situation reversed in an instant, and Zhou Zheng's face began to turn gray, and he actually had a tendency to die.

Ye Zhen's eyes flickered, he licked his lips, and he was a little moved, but suddenly, he frowned and looked around.

At some point, there was a sound of rustling around me, followed by a terrifying scene.

Bodies were rotting all over the place, and some people with hanging eyes and intestines were coming around this way.

Ye Zhen turned his head and looked in the rest of the directions, the same was true.

"Ghost slave?" Ye Zhen squinted slightly, with a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Waste."

In the darkness, Fang Shiming's voice suddenly sounded, and then the fierce ghost who grabbed Zhou Zheng's arms suddenly retracted his hand as if he was burned by fire.

The yin wind blew, and Zhou Zheng disappeared abruptly.

"Ye Zhen, only if you survive can you talk to me." Fang Shiming's cold voice sounded in the darkness, and then turned into a yin wind and disappeared.

Hearing Fang Shiming's words, Ye Zhen looked around, and then turned his gaze to the powerful ghost who withdrew his hand and walked towards this side.

The ghost slave and the ghost surrounded, and the terrifying death of the ghost slave was chilling.

Who is Ye Zhen?

"I haven't made a move for a long time, and the world may have forgotten what it means to be truly invincible."

"Ye is not in vain."

Ye Zhen looked indifferently at the ghost slaves surrounding him, "The carving insect skill also dares to get an axe?" ”

Ye Zhen sneered, took a step out, and the surrounding darkness disappeared in an instant, and a dazzling white light appeared from the top layer of darkness.

Ye Zhen sat cross-legged on top of the white light, bowed his head slightly, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Ye Mou's strength is not enough for outsiders." ”

A finger fell, and a ghost slave whose whole body was rotten and could barely see the appearance of a human could not be seen instantly turned into a pile of flesh and blood.

Under the white light, there is no pure land.

"Neuropathy ......"

In the distance, Fang Shiming looked at Ye Zhen, who was pretending to be a ghost, and his face was not very good-looking.

Zhou Zheng's face next to him was a little dead, and his twisted hands were slowly repairing.

"Go, look for those who are still alive, as many as you can find." Fang Shiming glanced at Zhou Zheng and said indifferently.

Zhou Zheng looked at Fang Shiming, was silent for a while, turned around and walked forward, where he saw a rusty high-speed train with many ghost slaves banging on the window.

Looking at Zhou Zheng who was leaving, Fang Shiming's eyes were full of disdain, he thought he was a capable person, but he turned out to be a three-second man.

Blind his good mood.

Looking back at Ye Zhen, Ye Zhen's side was grinding ghosts, and the source ghost was not in his eyes.

"Go see the wild ghost rider."

It's a ghost rider who has controlled two ghosts, let him join the circle of friends, and the strength of the circle of friends will be raised by at least one level.

In the current circle of friends, there are not many people who control the two ghosts.

This is also the reason why Wang Xiaoming takes care of their circle of friends.

Fang Shiming glanced at Ye Zhen more, turned around and walked straight into the darkness.

But in the darkness, dozens of people looked at the dead people who suddenly appeared and surrounded them, and their hearts were terrified.

Panic, panic and so on.

Some people were immediately scared to the ground, crying and shouting for help.

"Sister...... Sister ......"

The little girl who was holding Yu Zhile looked at a woman whose face was trampled on, her arm was broken, and her chest was sunken, her face was full of tears.

Yu Zhile also saw the woman, and he could vaguely recognize that this was the woman who was looking for his sister before.

In his early twenties, he was still very young, and he didn't see her when he was counting people before, but he didn't expect to be trampled to death.

"Ghost slave?"

Yu Zhile's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the panicked and panicked crowd around him.

Some people are afraid to the extreme, but they are bleeding bravely, shouting in their mouths, they will die sooner or later, it is better to fight with these ghosts.

So many people rushed up directly, punching and kicking the ghost slave.

The ghost slave is very fragile, almost one by one, and when the first person kicked over these ghost things, he was directly stunned, thinking to himself, why is this thing so brittle?

Almost instantly, everyone saw hope.

But the next moment, more and more ghost slaves appeared, pounced directly on the young people who kicked over their companions, and then directly gnawed on them.

The miserable howl rang out, echoing in everyone's hearts.

Yu Zhile looked at this scene with a calm expression, he looked around, and did not find the existence of the source ghost.

The next moment, Yu Zhile's eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and a pair of scarlet eyes appeared in the darkness.

With the appearance of the ghost eye, the darkness in the distance was suddenly dispelled by blood red.

He saw a lot of ghost slaves, not to mention hundreds of them.

All sides, all of them.

But the existence of the source ghost was not discovered.

Here's your chance!

Yu Zhile knew that this was an opportunity, the source ghost was not there, this was his chance to escape from here.

Ignoring the passengers who were scared to show their ghost eyes, Yu Zhile ran straight in the direction of the tunnel exit.

The little girl on her shoulder hugged his neck tightly, her eyes were closed, and she didn't dare to open them.

A few steps away, Yu Zhile broke away from the crowd.

"Follow him! He might have a way to live! ”

Someone saw those blood-red ominous eyes, and they were startled at first, but when they saw Yu Zhile rushing out of the crowd without hesitation, they immediately realized in their hearts that this person might know how to get out of here.

In a word, at least a dozen people were mobilized to follow Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile didn't look back, nor did he stop it, letting them follow.

In the darkness ahead, the ghost slave seemed to rush towards him.

"Get out of here!"

Yu Zhile's eyes were cold, and a blood shot out of his body strangely, directly into the body of the ghost slave.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Zhile felt that he had gained control of a ghost slave.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly controlled this ghost slave to intercept the rest of the ghost slaves who pounced.

At the same time, one of his fingers spread out strangely, and the silk threads twisted forward.

As far as the eye could see, all the ghost slaves were touched by blood-colored threads almost in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, more than a dozen ghost slaves changed camps and began to open up a path for Yu Zhile to intercept the ghost slaves that appeared in front of him.

Yu Zhile looked at the ghost slave who was knocked down and then manipulated in front of him, but he did not breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

The ghost in the body is restless, and the ghost eyes actually have a tendency to disperse.

This means that the ghost silk thread has begun to assimilate the ghost eye.

"It's going to be fast, I can't hold it for long."

I don't know why the source isn't there, but I think it's in trouble.

I guess support has arrived.

There must not be many people coming in, otherwise the ghost would not leave directly, and it is just the instinct of the ghost to give priority to attacking the person who triggers the killing law.

In the blood-red world, he saw the railroad tracks, and it wouldn't be long before he could get out.

The passengers who followed behind him were pulled far away by him, and ordinary people couldn't run away from ghost handlers, especially those like him whose bodies had completely turned into abnormal ghost handlers.

All over the body, except for the head, almost all of them are ghosts.

Yu Zhile saw ahead, and he should be almost at the exit.

Hold on a little longer.

The skin began to shatter, pulling silks, red silk threads flew out of his cheeks, and as the controlled ghost slave exceeded a hundred, his body began to change, and the ghost directly began to recover.

There was no way, he could only take back half of the control and keep the number below fifty, but even this could not delay the recovery, it only slowed it down.

The supernatural is always being used.

Looking at the ghost slaves in front of him, Yu Zhile's face was a little ugly, how many did he kill, how could there be so many?

Could it be that all the passengers in the high-speed train have been exterminated?

But if it was extinct, why didn't the ghost attack it before......

Wait a minute......

Yu Zhile looked at the strange figure that had been following him not far away, and suddenly he seemed to realize something.

"I see!"

Yu Zhile's face changed, but suddenly, a pair of hands appeared behind him and grabbed his legs.

He stumbled, and the owner of the hands fell to the ground.

"Everyone, run, I'm holding him!"

"Damn, Lao Tzu has also been an athlete, and he almost didn't beat you!"

A man let out a mouthful of spit, not caring about the injuries on his body because of the fall just now, he shivered when he saw that this person was not a ghost or a ghost.

Without hesitation, without saying a word, he turned around and ran forward, and the little girl who was thrown out of her shoulder covered her nose and lay on the ground aggrieved.

But the next moment, "Get out of here!" ”

Immediately afterwards, a strong kick appeared and kicked the little girl's waist, directly kicking the little girl out.

The little girl didn't say a word, and she didn't make a sound at all from being kicked to the ground, which shows how hard she is.

Yu Zhile looked at the figures running briskly from his side one by one, his eyes were cold.

He tried to get up, but his arms were scattered into a pool of blood-red threads.

Yu Zhile's face became extremely ugly when he saw this scene.

The ghosts are starting to recover.

"I didn't expect that I would be revived because of a terrible ghost who was killed by an ordinary person."

Yu Zhile sat up with difficulty, looking at the arm that turned into silk threads and wriggled on the ground, his face was cloudy.

His feet also began to disintegrate, and in just a moment, he lost the sensation of his feet and his left hand.

The ghost eye suddenly blew one up, and the blood-red silk thread crawled out of the eye socket and converged in front of Yu Zhile.

The dense silk threads wriggled and gradually began to coalesce, and slowly, these silk threads began to combine into a blood-colored humanoid silhouette.

A bloody aura suddenly appeared, emanating from the humanoid silhouette.

The red line of manipulating the ghost slaves was withdrawn, but those ghost slaves no longer stared at Yu Zhile, but instead chased after the people in front of them.

Yu Zhile looked at the ghost slaves who abandoned him like a shoe, and there was some mockery in his eyes.

The only remaining ghost eye swayed, threatening to disperse at any moment, and it struggled to resist the assimilation of the ghost thread.

The silhouette of the humanoid figure in front of him is getting more and more perfect, and there is already a scarlet ghost eye on the facial features that are blurred so blurred that they can no longer be blurred.

The red silk threads passed more and more, and Yu Zhile could feel that his body was rapidly losing consciousness.

His vision began to blur, and his willpower was weakened.

"I didn't fight against the source ghost, just because I used the supernatural, and then I was knocked down by ordinary people, I was resurrected."

"The recovery time was much shorter than I expected."

"It turns out that I only need to use it once and it will revive ......"

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Yu Zhile's mouth, the ghost on his body was very strange, and he could hardly predict the approximate time of the ghost's recovery.

I thought that if I could survive a few more times, I would at least let him withstand a ghost attack.

But now......

It's that he thinks too much.

The surrounding coldness dropped rapidly, and Yu Zhile's face was already half scattered, and he looked more and more terrifying, more and more weird, more and more like a person's blood-colored silk thread.

There was a bit of confusion in his slightly dim eyes.

The bloodshot was already almost up to his chest, and in a moment at most, he would have to become a part of this ghost.

Yu Zhile looked at the ghost, and suddenly smiled, and a blood-red human skin suddenly rolled out of the clothes on his chest, as well as a small gold bag.

The blood-colored human skin fell to the ground and slowly opened.

Yu Zhile fell to the ground in a dejected manner, muttering to himself, "I promised to go out alive to give you ten ghosts, and find the seven grass nails you want." ”

One muttered, but no one responded, as if it were just a nonsense from a dying man.