Weird Regulator

Oh, why are you still doing the same thing?

Hong Fu has always been crazy and stupid. Even Ji Li can't tell whether this is because he is crazy or really stupid.

Such a person never knows fear, but always responds to terror with a funny and ridiculous attitude.

Before him, only Yu Guo could do such a thing.

But Hong Fu seemed even more unreasonable. Ji Li didn't understand why he had such confidence. Is it the lucky value he always believed in?

From this time, he wanted to know more about whether Hong Fu was really a great blessing.

Ji Li! Ji Li!

Tang Duan, who was pulled into a different space and released by Ji Li, fell to the ground and covered his knees, wailing in pain.

His eyes were full of hatred: If I don't die this time, I will drag you to the burial!

Ji Li didn't even look at him. He was observing these black ghosts transformed from trees.

They seemed different from the ghost tides seen in the wild ghost village before. They walked very slowly, although they seemed to be numerous and there were no dead ends.

But it would take about a minute before he actually arrived at Ji Li's side.

Theoretically speaking, this kind of ghost killings have certain patterns and commonalities. As long as you find this pattern, you can escape from the attack.

Just like the model from the previous mission in Kyoto and the residual ghost from the Wild Ghost Village.

Ji Li once again carefully observed the appearance of each ghost. They did not look like humans.

It was all a black shadow with no face and no details, just attacking in human form.

Is it to cover up the details of the human body?

There wasn't much time left for Ji Li. He only had one minute to think about how to be born, otherwise he would definitely die.

Bang bang bang!

Thinking of this, Ji Li took out his pistol and fired three shots into Tang Duan's hands and feet.

The gunfire here startled Hong Fu, who was also observing the ghost tide on the other side, What the hell?

Seeing Ji Li attack Tang Duan again, Hong Fu couldn't accept it this time. He quickly stepped forward to stop Ji Li's move.

I said, Manager Ji, don't let this happen. If you really hate him, just kill him with one shot. This is too much.

Tang Duan now felt a trace of regret. He had underestimated Ji Li's cruelty and ruthlessness. He never expected that this man didn't take him seriously at all.

He raised his hand and fired without any scruples.

He no longer dared to say harsh words, and at the same time he knew that he didn't have much time. Even if he wasn't killed by Ji Li, he wouldn't be able to go very long.

Now the survival instinct drives him to survive for a while.

Ji Li held the dying Tang Duan in his hands and began to take off his coat to cover his facial features and limbs, barely turning him into a humanoid, with no details visible.

Finding out the commonalities of the ghost tide is the key to survival. I need to use my life to test it.

Tang Duan was treated as a tool by Ji Li before Meng Po took action.

Ji Li has never been a mindless murderer. Even though he did some cruel things, it was all to better achieve his goals.

So, he pushed out the Tang Duan in his hand and threw it into the place where the shadows were about to arrive.

Tang Duan's screams came without strength, just bursts of sad moans, compared to those black shadows stepping on his body with their feet.

It was not as painful as the wounds on his limbs. He just hoped to die quickly, if ghosts could exist.

Then he will turn into a ghost after death, and he will kill Ji Li to take revenge!

At the same time, Ji Li was observing Tang Duan's death, and he found that hiding the details did not work.

However, this move kills two birds with one stone. He can not only judge the way to survive by covering up the details of the human body, but also observe the murderous methods of these shadows.

Sometimes, the killing methods of ghosts can also be used to determine the path of survival.

Tang Duan was stepped on by black shadows, but no ghosts actually killed him with their own hands.

But every inch of his body that was stepped on by a shadow would leave a dark footprint, and this process took less than five seconds.

Tang Duan has been completely trampled into a pure black man. From the surface, he has become the same type as those black shadow ghosts.

In the shocked eyes of Ji Li and Hong Fu, Tang Duan stood up again in the form of a black shadow ghost.

He got mixed up in the ghost tide, lost all consciousness, and staggered towards Ji Li and the other two.

In another form, Tang Duan fulfilled his long-cherished wish before his death and had the opportunity to kill Ji Li with his own hands.

When Ji Li saw this scene, four words rang in his mind:

Assimilation kills?

…

Illusion killing?

Li Guanqi's eyes showed doubts. The maple leaves scattered around him had fallen on his shoulders, but he remained still, staring straight at the chess game in front of him.

There were originally thirty-two white stones on the chessboard, but at this time, the three white stones in the middle changed abnormally.

But it has not disappeared. This situation means that there is indeed spiritual interference around, but it is incomplete.

If the entire world was an illusion constructed by Po Meng, then those three white stones should have disappeared after trembling.

This shows that this place is both illusion and reality.

Everyone is surrounded by countless maple leaves, and the maple leaves are falling all over the ground, just like a fairyland on earth.

But amid this wonderful appearance, Li Guanqi, Li Congrong, Shi Dalu and even the fifth and seventh branches, a total of nine people, all had confused looks in their eyes.

Because Li Guanqi was protected by the white piece, he was half sane for the time being. He could still sit in front of the chessboard and analyze the situation.

Shi Dalu relied on his advance prediction of the supernatural power and could only withstand it for a moment, but now he was also attacked. He was covered with antagonistic evil objects, and he would not be able to get rid of the hallucination for a while.

Li Congrong did not escape from it in a short period of time, but every few seconds, a trace of black energy would emit from his body, which looked extremely strange.

Du Xiyue and others who were left in the fifth store were completely trapped in hallucinations, but with the protection of the soul jade, it was okay for the time being.

The situation of the Seventh Branch was relatively unbearable. First of all, Chang Nian, Yu Guo and Dong Yuan immediately fell into a fantasy.

However, they are closest to Li Guanqi, so their safety is not a problem for the time being.

And while no one here was awake except Li Guanqi, Yu Guo, who had not performed much since entering the mission, did not know how to get rid of the torment of hallucinations first.

And on Yu Guo's thin face, I don't know when a tear dropped.

He heard Li Guanqi's theory of illusion murder and said softly: To be precise, it's the intertwining of illusion and reality to kill people!

Li Guanqi's thoughts immersed in the chess game were interrupted, and another idea was proposed by Yu Guo. He suddenly looked up at the ordinary young man standing in front of him.

Yu Guo gently placed the coffin behind him on the ground, stroked his chest and said:

Using illusions to draw people into the lost realm and witness the most irresistible inner demons in their hearts is Po Meng's first method.

But the maple leaf forest we are in now is also part of the illusion.

This time, its killing method is an illusion within an illusion!

Li Guanqi frowned and couldn't help but ask: But what you mean by the intertwining of illusion and reality is...

Yu Guo didn't wait for him to finish. He raised his head and looked in a certain direction in the maple forest. From there, a figure covered in black mist slowly walked out.

It was a rickety figure, walking slowly, leaning on a cane, like an octogenarian.

But this image corresponds to only one existence in Naihe Bridge and Wangchuan River, and that is Po Meng!

Yu Guo felt a little depressed, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he smiled slyly:

Li Guanqi, I bet you and me on the same sinful thing. Do you think this Mrs. Meng is real or fake?