I created countless illusions

Chapter 61 Bloody Battle at Night
A small car drove out from the Peace Hotel.

Sitting in the car is the most alluring bait.

And following closely behind the car was Yang Shou riding a horse.

A knife and four guns are all hung on the horse's back, within easy reach.

He patted the horse's neck, and the horse with demon blood patted its hooves, then followed the car.

In the car, the bartender who was in charge of driving was still nagging at the woman: "When you get on the boat, don't look back, the boat will take you to the island country first, and the boss has already contacted the mana over there." Monk, they will protect you, and then you will take a flight from the island country to Australia, where you can live in peace without worrying about being disturbed again."

The woman looked out the window in a daze, those lonely flashing neon lights seemed to turn into fragments of bubbles in the night.

Yang Shou followed behind with his horse. This horse with demon blood was like a shadow, shuttling through the darkness.

For those ghosts, the night is their protective color and the background for their wanton actions.

The same is true for Yang Shou, the 'King of Killing Ghosts'.

He is the strongest only in the dark.

He can indulge his murderous intent and mania at will, instead of trying to disguise himself as a gentle and kind person like he did during the day.

At this moment, what he is about to rush to is a killing game and a trap aimed at him.

From Yang Shou's point of view, the King of Killing Ghosts knew this.

But he still stepped in without hesitation, precisely because the pain in his heart couldn't let him go.

One step closer ten years ago caused his wife to die tragically.

Even if he slaughtered all the ghost caves, it would not help.

Now that he chooses again, he would rather die than miss this step.

The lonely car drives quietly in the night.

If the flashing lights are not for the pleasure of ghosts, then they are probably just providing a little sense of security for those who have not returned late at night.

Suddenly, a burst of electric sparks flashed.

A large light board fell from the intertwined buildings on both sides.

As if the mouth of the bottle was tightened, the surrounding buildings became extraordinarily distorted.

Bang!
The car was hit by the light plate, and sparks burst out of it in an instant.

However, there was no one in the car.

Under the dark night, one after another ghost shadows jumped up and down.

They chased after the smell, and they all moved after hearing the wind.

Soon, in the alley at one end of the street, women and bartenders were surrounded.

The bartender took out a match from his pocket, and lit it.

In the light of the matches, the shadowy ghosts looming in the dark revealed their ferocious and ferocious figures one after another.

The bartender took out the jug again and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

The wine entered his stomach, and in an instant he revealed his ghost body.

He was tall and tall, with a flushed face, and horrible flames were still breathing from his nose and mouth. The steaming alcohol smell permeated the alley, making the hazy night even more difficult to distinguish people from ghosts.

"on!"

A ghost roared wildly.

Immediately afterwards, these ghost figures became larger and elongated in the flickering lights and firelight.

All kinds of weapons also manifested in their hands, besieging the bartender.

At the same time, there are also a group of ghosts hiding not far away, secretly firing sniper shots.

But before their cold guns rang out, Yang Shou rode his horse and dragged his knife, jumping in the shadows and darkness, he had already cut off their necks and tore their ghost cores.

At this moment, Yang Shou was still in a ghostless state. The man and the horse were perfectly coordinated. The four hooves of the horse stepped on the shadows, but the flames burst out, and the flames combined with Yang Shou's saber, multiplying their power.

Between fast jumping and running, the light of the knife in his hand always brings out streaks of fiery light and cold light.

On the saber, the constantly flickering runes seemed to be covered with a bloodthirsty halo at this moment.

clap clap clap!
In the end, some bullets still fell close to Yang Shou's figure, blasting holes one after another on the wall and the ground.

More ghosts, like tides gushing out of the darkness, appeared from all directions and corners, and then crowded towards Yang Shou's position.

As for that woman...it doesn't matter anymore!

There is always only one target they want to kill.

At the same time, the Peace Hotel was also hit.

The news that Killing Ghost King violated the 'promise', left the hotel without authorization, and interfered with the grievances of the outside world has spread throughout the hotel in a short period of time.

A large number of guests checked out, and some demon hunters and ghosts who were originally attached to the hotel also chose to leave one after another.

This hotel, which supports the fragile balance between humans and ghosts, seems to be about to collapse overnight.

Only a very small number of people and ghosts continue to stick here.

Some of them came to look for and support Yang Shou.

The rest are more, just in the hotel, waiting for death.

The night... is still long.

The danger has just begun!
With a sweep of the saber, it got in through the small gap and killed a ghost in armor.

Yang Shou's original flexible figure has been greatly restricted.

The surrounding mist was filled with a very viscous evil force.

It not only eroded Yang Shou and his steed, but also restricted their actions.

At this time, Yang Shou took out his first gun!

Kiss of death!

The fire rate is fast and the burst is strong. The only disadvantage is that the range is short, and it only targets single-target kills, and has no group damage effect.

It's like a kiss from death.

When the gunshot rang out, the Grim Reaper had already come and took away the soul.

Knife and gun, perfect handover.

One close and one far away alternately.

It's not a graceful movement, but it's extraordinarily clean and neat, and every blow can harvest the soul of a ghost.

In the deep darkness, some eyes watched from afar, they were whispering, but did not intervene in this fight.

If after tonight, the Ghost Slayer King survived, then even if he violated the agreement, he still proved his strength.

There is still a day for the Peace Hotel to reopen.

If tonight can't pass, the Peace Hotel and Ghost Killer will all be a thing of the past.

"Surround! Surround!"

"Can't let them get away!"

The bartender had already died in the thick and dark mist in the flames of the spirits.

Yang Shou grabbed the woman and put her on the horse, and the two rode together and fled quickly in the dark night.

Hot weapons and ammunition contaminated by ghosts bloomed around them.

It's like a blossoming red lotus blooming in hell.

This killing round against Yang Shou had already considered from the very beginning how to restrict him and consume him.

"That way we can't escape."

"Their target is me, you ride the horse first!" Yang Shou said to the woman.

The woman clenched the dagger hidden in her bosom, shaking unconsciously.

"I lied to you!" the woman said with difficulty, as if she couldn't even breathe.

"I know!" Yang Shou jumped off the horse, untied the other three guns hanging from the horse's back, and slapped the horse's hip hard.

The horse neighed and walked away with four hooves.

Under the dark long street, the swaying neon lights and the sparse stars and moon, Yang Shou held off the thousands of troops with four guns alone.

(End of this chapter)