Weird Regulator

Hong Fu had imagined countless times how he would react when facing Fang Shenyan who turned into a ghost.

But after thinking about it, he could never have imagined that it would be this scene.

At this moment, he can even be said to have the power of all the sins in the Seventh Branch. He also considers himself a brave and decisive person.

But now, with Fang Shenyan transformed into a ghost right above his head, he actually felt a sense of fear that he didn't want to resist.

A truly powerful ghost doesn't even need to use strength.

Just appearing in front of a human being will cause the other party to lose all ability to resist, destroying it psychologically.

Hong Fu! Take action!!

It wasn't until Jin Xi shouted again that Hong Fu was completely awakened from his fear.

He immediately picked up all the coins he had won from the gambler from his backpack and threw them into the air.

Hundreds of Ming coins were scattered like rain on Hong Fu's front and back, as well as on the strange threads running through his body.

The ghost coin can play a strong role in confrontation, because it is a one-time crime, and there is no price.

Hong Fu must have been frightened. He didn't hold back at all and spilled all the evil coins in an instant.

While doing this, he grabbed Ding Wangshu, who was still hanging on the ground, and started to run away.

However, the horror of Fang Shenyan's transformation into a ghost was still far beyond his imagination.

Even if all the coins were thrown out at the same time, they would not be able to free themselves from control at all.

Of the dozens of threads running through the body, only seven or eight were broken.

Fang Shenyan, who was high up and floating in the air, looked down at his performance.

Hong Fu's scalp was numb, a cool air rushed from the soles of his feet to the sky, and his body trembled involuntarily.

In extreme panic, he was forced to sacrifice another sinful object again.

But up and down, the only thing that can really make a difference is the script.

So Hong Fu immediately threw the crime object in the script at Jin Xi. Before he could speak, he suddenly stood up uncontrollably.

Ding Wangshu was holding Ding Wangshu in her hand and was forced to let go and fell to the ground. Blood kept pouring out of her mouth, which was obviously more air coming out and less air coming in.

The five fingers of Fang Shenyan's palm really started to work in the sky above Hongfu. The puppet-like killing method was the same as that of the original ghost.

But now, perhaps Fang Shenyan has surpassed the strength of the string-pulling ghost back then.

Hong Fu's legs were broken to an exaggerated degree, and the muscle tearing caused him unspeakable pain, but it was not fatal.

The most terrifying thing was that he found that his only remaining left hand was reaching towards his neck at this moment.

When the two came into contact, his cervical spine made a bone-shattering sound that was heartbreaking.

The thumb of his left hand pressed his chin, his four fingers firmly grasped his neck, and he exerted force in the opposite direction crazily.

Hong Fu was like a fragile doll, about to have his cervical vertebra broken.

At the same time, on the other side, Jin Xi dipped his fingers into the blood on his face, held the script, and wrote two words:

The ghost is here

It’s just written this way because the fewer words about crime in the script, the lower the cost and the faster the results.

The current situation can no longer be solved except for the second ghost coming to the rescue.

However, just as the bloody words were written, blood droplets mixed with sweat on Jin Xi's face dripped on the script.

It happened to cover the word arrive, and only the word 鬼 was written on the white paper.

Jin Xi's heart trembled. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Hong Fu. Such a low-level mistake was made at the most critical moment.

There is only one word ghost, which has no specific meaning. Not to mention saving Hong Fu, I'm afraid it will attract other bad things.

Just when he thought of this, the price of the sinful thing's effect was already rising. Jin Xi suddenly vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

Hong Fu, on the other hand, was almost holding on to the end, and his neck was stretched to the limit by his left hand.

His eyes were fixed on the sole of his foot, where there was a dark red lotus seed, but at such a close distance, he could only stare helplessly.

The moment Fang Shenyan appeared on the scene, he eliminated Ding Wangshu.

And now Hong Fu's death has come. After his death, only Jin Xi, who is almost incapacitated, is left.

Within three seconds, everyone would be wiped out.

However, at this moment, it seemed that there really was such a thing as luck.

When Hong Fu was on the verge of death, he suddenly felt multiple chaotic and fierce supernatural forces attacking him crazily from all directions.

The palm that was originally holding his neck suddenly loosened, and not only that, the dozens of threads entangled around him were cut off one after another.

Hong Fu immediately regained his freedom after losing the restraints of the silk thread. He didn't have time to think too much, picked up the backpack on the ground and ran towards Jin Xi.

flood……

Stop talking and run away!

Hong Fu slung his bag over his shoulder, carried Jin Xi on his back, and ran deeper into Minguo Street without looking.

Jin Xi had time to turn his head and look behind him.

At this glance, her pupils shrank suddenly and her whole body trembled.

At the original position, Fang Shenyan's black mist caught the most attention, with countless black, gray, and white filaments erupting around it.

Under the swaying of various threads, the street behind seemed to be falling into pieces.

Around Fang Shenyan, countless invisible ghosts appeared.

Some of them are tangible and some are intangible, but with Fang Shenyan as the center point, an unknown number of ghosts all converge towards its position.

There are even some unknown ghosts coming through the mist of Minguo Street.

Only then did Jin Xi open the script again. She was shocked to find that the two words she had just written were not completely contaminated.

Perhaps it was due to blood infiltration, or perhaps it was just a coincidence that the Ghost Arrival she wrote turned out to be Ghost Arrival by chance.

The meaning has not changed, but ambiguity has emerged.

Originally, Jin Xi was just a specially made ghost in Tongguan or Republic of China Street, but the script expanded the scope infinitely.

She didn't know exactly how much it would expand to, but just looking at that scale, a wave of ghosts had already formed.

I'm afraid that all the lonely ghosts in Shanming City will come to Republic Street because of this sinful thing.

Jin Xi's eyes were full of hope, but she didn't expect that she would be so unintentional.

If a ghost tide forms here, I'm afraid the subsequent missions will be better completed.

Fang Shenyan has been held back. He can only turn into a ghost for two minutes, and now more than half of it has passed!

However, at this moment, something suddenly flashed before her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of playful sounds suddenly came from the ears, accompanied by the faint sound of a woman crying.

The woman cried so heartbreakingly that it even overshadowed the lyrics in the opera.

It was obvious that what Jin Xi cared about most at the moment was the success or failure of the mission.

But for some reason, a female actress in green clothes with water sleeves appeared in her mind and eyes, and her whole body was involved in the drama.

She began to forget everything and only focus on the scene in front of her.

The makeup on the actress's face was washed away by the clear tears. She leaned forward and wept lowly. The sword in her hand gave off a cold light in the moonlight.

The snow-white neck was exposed to the blade. When she reached the saddest part of her singing, Jin Xi's heartbeat suddenly stopped and she was completely affected by the other party.

And just when the sword passed across the actress' neck, a slight wound appeared on Jin Xi's neck.

A gush of blood spurted out from her throat, and the wound continued to expand.

But Jin Xi didn't know anything about all this. She just shed a line of tears from her eyes and was completely immersed in it.

This was true for Jin Xi, and so was Hong Fu, who was running wildly with her on his back.

They almost forgot their identity, their mission, their own life and death at the same time.

At the same time, as the actress cut her own neck, they also entered the immersion of death.

However, just when the two men's injuries were about to be fatal, they suddenly found that the scene of the actress in front of them suddenly disappeared, and the complaining cries in their ears also disappeared at the same time.

A cold and extraordinary face suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

In the thick blue mist, I stepped on a river of blood and dead bodies in front of the ancient stage.

The stern man's hair was blowing in the wind. It was originally waist-length hair, but now it has grown to the ground.

The most dazzling thing was his calm eyes, a pair of pure gray pupils, which were calmly looking at the astonished two people.