Aoba Office

Chapter 1684 Fight to the Death (2)

The resentful spirit behind Zhang Yifeng rushed to reach out his hand.

Together with Shen Wangshu, they grabbed Zhang Yifeng and pulled him into the phone booth.

Zhang Yifeng wanted to resist, his eyes were splitting, and he kept struggling.

His feet left traces on the ground.

A shrill scream came from the blood mass. As if it was summoned, it rushed towards Luo Mu.

Luo Mu closed his eyes and didn't feel any danger at all.

The woman raised her eyes, raised her hands, moved her lips, and muttered something.

The blood mass stopped in front of the woman's palm.

I heard a weird laugh under the woman's skirt.

There was no wind, but the hem of the woman's skirt fluttered, and something crawled out from underneath.

That's a doll...

It wasn't the cursed doll that Wu Ling took out, but a rougher rag doll with eyes that seemed to be missing and a mouth sewn out with thick red thread. It was wearing a gray dress similar to that of the witch. Her hair was a black strip of cloth, flying behind her head.

It jumped up and instantly opened its bloody mouth.

The thick threads snapped, and I saw its head almost split in two. The inside of the mouth is black, like a black hole.

The blood mass screamed again.

It is being devoured.

"Ah!" Zhang Yifeng roared.

His body was covered in blood and flesh, and there were many fingernail marks scratched by the resentful spirits.

He supported his body, but his upper body had already entered the range of the phone booth.

Shen Wangshu bit off a piece of meat on the back of Zhang Yifeng's neck, swallowed it directly, opened his mouth again, and bit the wound.

"Ahhhh-" Zhang Yifeng roared, and his body was pulled into the phone booth.

Liu Miao let go of his hand, and with a bang, the door of the phone booth closed automatically.

In the phone booth, Zhang Yifeng, Shen Wangshu and the resentful spirits were all crowded together, filling the entire phone booth.

The blood on Zhang Yifeng's body continued to flow out, dyeing the glass of the phone booth red.

Liu Miao exhaled and turned to look at the blood group.

The rag doll has eaten the blood mass. Its mouth returned to its original shape, and it lay obediently on the witch's shoulder.

Luo Mu still closed his eyes and worked nervously, with veins popping out on his hands.

Liu Miao looked at another field.

Suddenly, there was a whoosh, and something flew from there at great speed!

The witch turned her head suddenly, and the rag doll flew over and was penetrated directly!

The light passed through the witch's body.

As if it encountered resistance, it deflected and passed through Luo Mu's shoulder.

Luo Mu was hit by the collision and was thrown forward, falling to his knees.

That light hasn't stopped yet!

The target is the phone booth!

It wants to save Zhang Yifeng!

My eyes widened and I had no time to react. I only saw Liu Miao's reflex nerves suddenly moving and reached out to grab it.

Blood beads splashed.

The light deflected again and slowed down.

I saw the original shape of the object in the light.

A sword...

Flying sword?

What a joke!

This kind of thing only appears in fairy tales...

Liu Miao had already fallen to the ground, and it was too late to do anything else.

If that sword hit the phone booth—

The sword with its dazzling light stopped motionless in my eyes. The flow of time becomes strange, as if it has stopped.

My brain doesn't think very deeply.

Not well thought out.

However, just like Liu Miao's action just now, an instinct broke out at this time.

I stretched out my hand without grabbing the sword.

I have been following Liu Miao just now, and I am now at the phone booth.

As soon as I reached out, I touched the phone booth.

Time seems to be running again.

The tip of the sword hit the glass of the phone booth. The glass cracked and made a crisp sound.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

The tip and body of the sword penetrated the phone booth bit by bit, penetrating several resentful spirits. They were reduced to ashes, leaving no trace.

There was hatred in Shen Wangshu's eyes.

Zhang Yifeng's eyes were filled with surprise.

The sword continued forward and touched the glass on the other side of the phone booth.

That side of the glass was also shattered.

The sword penetrated the glass and flew out.

At this time, the abilities in my body began to operate.

I'm slow, but that's okay.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Luo Mu raise his head and look here anxiously. In the peripheral vision, the witch's figure was disappearing.

The phone booth is falling apart, but not right away.

I am extremely calm and rational at the moment.

The ability is activated, the hole in the phone booth is repaired, and the phone booth returns to its original state.

I made eye contact with Zhang Yifeng in the phone booth.

He looked at me in shock, his eyes immediately turning to anger and hatred.

But, it's too late.

His figure was swallowed up by the phone booth!

Done!

I was feeling happy when I suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the sky again.

I turned my head and saw the flying sword spinning in a circle and speeding towards me.

I was shocked. This time I didn't see a paused scene or any slow motion. I can clearly feel that the speed of the flying sword has slowed down. But my reaction was slow!

The flying sword penetrated the phone booth for the second time!

On the other side of the phone booth, a figure is blocking it!

I looked blankly at Liu Miao who jumped up from the ground.

"Erase them together!" Liu Miao yelled, with a ferocious look on his face.

He grasped part of the flying sword with both hands. The entire sword body was trembling. Part of the sword tip seemed to have been inserted into Liu Miao's chest. Blood overflowed from Liu Miao's mouth.

I didn't have time to think too much, and poured out my ability according to Liu Miao's order.

The phone booth disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The sword is not there yet!

I reached out and grabbed the sword trying to escape, and continued to use my ability.

The sword is resisting!

Moreover, its "life" is too long!

It should have been made many years ago.

The most "long-lived" thing I've ever erased before is probably the cornucopia.

This sword is older and more...

"Ugh!" Blood overflowed from Liu Miao's mouth, and his hands seemed to be cut in half by the sword blade.

I gritted my teeth and used my abilities crazily.

The light on the sword has disappeared, the long sword has become plain and simple, and the material does not look like metal.