The underworld is empty, I enter the horror game to catch tricks

Chapter 227 I, Li Ling, the Underworld Bully

Shanqiu has been blocking here for a long time.

After receiving the news that ghosts and gods were born.

He quickly received the notification.

As the leader of the anomalous investigation team, Shanqiu's strength has not reached the level of ghosts and gods, but the Federal Research Bureau has been engaged in related work for so long. Since the birth of horror games, they have been committed to combining the power of supernatural and technology Combine them together to see if you can create some powerful equipment.

And the faint halo-like thing that Shanqiu is wearing now is a new product developed by the Federal Research Bureau, which can resist the attacks of most supernatural forces and has a very strong recovery ability. It is also the key to his ability to support for such a long time.

But
Now he can't take it anymore.

The long battle has now exhausted the strength in his body. If it weren't for the support of this "semi-finished product", Shanqiu would have died a few minutes ago.

Although he is struggling with his life now, to be honest, his vision to the front is blurred now.

You can't see anything clearly because you can't see clearly. You can only see a bloody figure swaying there. Shan Qiu can only rely on this blurred figure to judge what kind of attack the opponent will use, and then... see if you can Dodge or defend.

As for fighting back.

At the beginning, there was some spare energy, but now Shanqiu has no such ability at all, if he didn't know that there are still 10,000+ people behind him who have not evacuated.

He's probably down by now.
It was entirely due to his willpower that he could still stand trembling like this.

Drink the last bottle of medicine you carry.

The mist in the eyes gradually became clearer at this time, and the bloody figure was no longer blurred. You could see the pupils hidden in the mist burning like open flames, and the murderous aura that seemed to swallow people alive.

"How did this thing come out?"

Looking at this figure, Shanqiu gave a wry smile, and the next second, the incense lingering around the ghosts and gods of Fanjiang rushed towards him, approaching. These incenses showed their ferocious faces, and came to kill them. People feel scalp tingling.

The moment it approached, the dim halo covering Shan Qiu's body suddenly brightened, reducing its strength, and the huge sword in his hand swung at this moment, cutting off those ghost-like creatures directly.

The Fanjiang ghosts and gods seemed to have known that this thing would not cause any harm to the opponent. The bloody figure disappeared in a second, and with a wave of his hand, the mist quickly condensed hundreds of bloody long blades, and as his hand sank suddenly, he flew away come over.

Helpless, Shanqiu placed the epee at a key position in front of him, and then immediately moved around to avoid the attack. Even so, the hundreds of long blades far exceeded his reaction limit, so he dodged here. In the next second, the other side suddenly inserted into his body, hundreds of blood knives fell down, and there were several blood holes on Shanqiu's body. His blood was almost drained. Just stay alive.

The Fanjiang ghost seemed to realize that the human being in front of him had lost its initial vitality and had little strength, so he lifted his finger lightly as if torturing an ant.

The mist centered on Shanqiu moved closer in an instant. At that moment, it seemed that a heavy burden was pressing on him, and he couldn't move his body at all. Even the blood flow in his body began to slow down under the crowd of these mist. .

Shan Qiu tried to swing the sword, but his body was firmly restrained, and there was no strength in his body, so that he needed to use the word save to describe the giant sword in his hand. Every time he swung the sword, he It takes a very long time to accumulate strength.

Seeing this, Fanjiang ghosts and gods waved their hands, and in the next moment, hundreds of blood-colored long blades condensed around Shanqiu, just floating beside him like this.

It's still the same trick as before.

But now that Shanqiu is surrounded by these mist, it is impossible to dodge at all.

It's like humans playing with ants on the ground. Simple actions reveal a complete contempt and crushing, like playing with people like ants.

The blood blade gradually approached.

The bloody figure gradually approached, just stood in front of Shan Qiu and watched quietly, as if he wanted to see how the ant that blocked him for a while died.

The blood blade gradually approached.

Even though they were separated by a certain distance from the sharp breath, there was a dull pain on the cheek at this moment.

dying.
Looking at the blurry blood-colored figure in front of him, Shanqiu gathered his last strength, pointed at him and spat fiercely at him, expressing his last stubbornness.

He turned his head and looked at the cities covered by the hazy blood-colored mist, and his ups and downs calmed down a little.
At least, I didn't do any useless work. The battle just now delayed many people. Every second, hundreds of people may be saved from death
As the saying goes, saving one’s life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I don’t have hundreds of thousands, at least tens of thousands. After death, they shouldn’t go to hell, right?

Thinking about it, Shan Qiu looked at the long blades that were gradually approaching him, and the last thought of resistance in his heart gradually disappeared, and finally turned into nothingness.

It seemed that he realized that the ant in front of him had no intention of continuing to resist.

The Fanjiang ghost shook his head, his hands sank, and was about to execute him directly.

Those bloody sword blades suddenly froze at this moment.

Seeing this, the ghosts and gods of Fanjiang froze for a moment, looked at their palms, moved their breath, and sank again.

this time.

The bloody long blade moved slightly, but it only trembled for a moment, then stopped moving.

He doesn't understand what's going on.

When I was about to try again.

suddenly.

A white stick suddenly passed over the opponent's forehead.

Straight and straight, he knocked Fanjiang ghosts and gods to the ground with a sap.

An unknown underworld messenger stepped on the fallen body of Fanjiang ghosts and gods, emitting dark fire, instantly vaporized those bloody long blades, and then directly stuffed the teleportation rune into Shanqiu's arms.

Shanqiu was waiting there to die.

Suddenly, a voice was heard.

"What are you still doing? You might be able to rescue him with this rune now."

human voice?

Shan Qiu was stunned, opened his eyes, and saw a guy holding a mourning stick standing in front of him, and stuffed himself a broken rune.

For an instant.

He understood what was going on, and after Wu Yan thanked him with his eyes, he immediately used the rune to teleport to the FBI camp a few miles away, and received treatment at the speed of light.

And on the other side.

Inexplicably, the fanjiang ghost who was hit by a stick got up from the ground, covered his head, looked at the strange figure in front of him in a daze, and then looked to the side.

What happened?

Where was that guy just now?
Why is there another person in front of me?
wait
Who gave me a stick?

At this time, Fanjiang ghosts and gods were filled with a lot of questions, and wanted to ask them.

But next second.

Li Ling took the lead, glanced at the bloody figure in front of him, and stretched out his hand: "Where's the thing?"

Fanjiang ghosts and gods:?
"what?"

An indistinct voice appeared beside his ears.

Li Ling frowned: "Sculpture."

"It's the one you hide in the mist, don't hide it, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me."

In Li Ling's sight.

The specific appearance of this bloody figure is still very clear.

He is like a statue that has been broken and reassembled, filled with a strange feeling, the pupils are burning with fire, and on the chest, there is a smaller statue enshrined with the body as a god
And that
It was what Li Ling needed.

heard.

The blood-colored figure was stunned, and he didn't say anything more. In an instant, the blood-colored mist swarmed up, like a ghost rushing to eat, trying to swallow Li Ling directly.

But at this very second.

The underworld fire suddenly radiated from Li Ling's body towards the outside
It melts away instantly.

The blood-colored figure froze for a moment, not realizing what happened.

next second.

At this moment, the demon-suppressing seal hanging on Li Ling's waist suddenly emitted light, and with the cooperation of the soul restraining technique, it gathered on the bloody figure.

At this time, the thick mist became thinner at a speed almost visible to the naked eye, and returned to the other party's body.

far away.

Still staying in the city, the residents who observed the situation found that
The mist that was originally menacing like a ghost suddenly shrank and turned into a little ghost.

The situation on the field instantly reversed its polarity.

Li Ling took a step down abruptly, this time
The body seemed to be carrying a heavy mountain, but it turned into the Fanjiang ghost.

???

What happened again?
Under the effect of the demon seal.

Not only those breaths.

Fanjiang ghosts and gods could even feel that the divinity in his body was suppressed at this time.

Clearly, something is wrong.

But now it is no longer a question of right and wrong.

A certain underworld bully kept approaching at this time.

Waving the mourning stick in his hand, he aimed at the dog's head of Fanjiang ghost and god and hit it hard.

He immediately gathered bloody aura and condensed it into a shield to block it.

But this breath, under the mourning stick, is as fragile as paper, without any defensive ability at all.

slap.
The whole body is crooked by half.

But don't worry.

next moment.

Li Ling shot again, kicking him again, knocking him to the ground.

No need for too many bells and whistles.

There is no need for all kinds of dazzling props and equipment.

The simplest violent beating, the most enjoyable enjoyment.

As a bully who has been in horror games for a long time.

Li Ling didn't allow Wei Wei to pretend like this in front of him.

So ever.

before looting its items.

Li Ling first gave him a controversial beating.

The specific process is too cruel. It cannot be described in detail.

But
Those people in the distant urban area who thought that a catastrophe was imminent were stunned when they saw the ever-shrinking smog.

If.

At first, the mist gave them the feeling of death coming at any time, a sickle on their necks, and a demon preying on food.

Well now.

This mist is miserable, just like the lonely ghosts who wandered alone on the streets and finally froze to death in the streets and alleys, screaming and wailing vigorously on the streets.

Um.
Although the metaphor is a little abstract, it reflects the most real thoughts of these ordinary people at this time.

even
Some very timid and courageous people also moved closer at this time, and began to observe what happened here. They didn't get too close, but took out their mobile phone cameras to zoom in on the picture.
then.

They captured a blurry picture.

It appeared to be two figures.

One was covered in blood, and was beaten while holding his head. His body was curled up together, which looked vaguely strange, and the overall proportions were a little uncoordinated, not like what a human being should be.

And another figure.

Then he beat the other figure with something like a baton, beat and kicked, just like the appearance of a bully when he blocked others from beating him after school, it was extremely vivid.

Um.
Although the description is a little grounded.

But in fact, in the video, the picture of these two people fighting can be described as a little scary.
Looking around, the ground was covered with withered grass and flowers. The bloody figure couldn't beat it and wanted to run away. The other man with a baton chased and beat him all the way. When there was a tree blocking the way, he instantly melted the tree, as if The movie screen is average.

These ordinary people were not the only ones observing this scene.

the other side.

Located in a temporary FBI base a few miles away.

Guan Bang, as well as some of the core members beside him, were looking at the images fed back on the screen and fell into deep thought.

Guan Bang pointed to the blurred bloody figure who was being chased and beaten, and looked at the other people around him in disbelief, his voice trembling: "Is this the ghost of Fanjiang who was chased and beaten?"

Those members took out the collected messages and compared them, and they were speechless for a while: "It was so badly beaten. I can't recognize it, but it should be."

Guan Bang: .
It's not that they are too stupid, but the information presented in the feedback screen is really unbelievable.

At the beginning.

The ghosts and gods of Fanjiang still had a flamboyant face, treating everyone as ants and crushing human lives to death like ants. The blood sacrifice started directly, a few towns were not enough, and they had to go to cities with a lot of people.

just now.

He was like a mouse crossing the street, fleeing in a hurry under the beating of a bully from the underworld, desperately protecting the statue enshrined on his chest, looking back from time to time in panic, and behind, Li Ling was like a robber, shouting While handing over the things, he frantically pursued and beat them with a mourning stick.

"Why don't you wake up the team leader and have a look?"

Someone suggested.

Guan Bang looked at Shanqiu, who was wounded and recuperated, and fell asleep, and shook his head: "Forget it."

"He is seriously injured now and needs to recuperate, so don't irritate him."

(End of this chapter)