Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 84
"Clap!"

Will-o'-the-wisps burn bloody high-heeled shoes.

Such a spiritual attack was undoubtedly a heavy blow to it, but knowing that it was invincible, this pair of weird high-heeled shoes did not choose to face it head-on, but stepped on the ground, turned and fled into the depths of the hall.

Yes, that's right.

The bloody high heels ran away.

As if in a fight, he realized that he could not beat the hob meat, he chose Run directly without any entanglement.

And such an unexpected development also made Lin Fan, who was bound to win, almost vomit blood.

If it wasn't for the ghost species and it was still recovering, otherwise he would definitely shout, let this unscrupulous supernatural prop without the heart of a ghost take a good look at what a ghost should look like.

In the middle of the beating, it suddenly opened.

Are these high heels made in Hair Country?
However, it didn't give Lin Fan too much time to be surprised. Facing the extremely fast blood-colored high-heeled shoes, the red cheongsam chased after them according to his own desire for the puzzle, and disappeared into the deep darkness together.

At this moment, Wang An, who had been paying attention to his surroundings, reminded, "Lin Fan, those things are here again!"

After losing the involvement of the red cheongsam, the completely revived ghosts were no longer bound, and began to follow the bottom rules of the tattoo parlor—the authority of the administrator, to launch supernatural attacks on all intruders in the parlor.

"It's too difficult."

"As the administrator of the tattoo parlor, he not only bears the terrible curse of mortal death, but also can drive the ghosts imprisoned in the parlor. I really don't know how a rookie like Zhang Han managed to get in and stitch a ghost."

Lin Fan reckoned that the ghost species would recover soon.

He guessed that when Zhang Han entered the tattoo parlor in the original book, perhaps the administrator hadn't died, and the supernatural building hadn't lost control, so he was able to get the "special product" here among so many ghosts.

But maybe it's the butterfly effect brought by myself, after all, there are too many things different from the original plot.

"Gollum—"

During the three seconds when his thoughts were surging.

At some point, a highly decomposed corpse stood behind Lin Fan, trying to strangle him by the neck. At this time, the ghost species had recovered from the death curse.

Seeing one after another of different shapes and terrifying appearances rushing towards him, Lin Fan raised his head slightly, the black tongue coating in his mouth seemed to have a strange rhythm, and his voice was as loud as thunder: "No traffic!" !"

Circle after circle.

The brutal spiritual power spread like ripples.

all of a sudden.

All the ghosts under the control of the administrator seemed to be in a panic. They changed from murderous supernatural objects back to ordinary objects, and from ghosts back to ordinary corpses. They fell to the side and were completely suppressed.

And the administrator who has wandered around the tattoo parlor for many years is also stiff at this time, with extremely dark eyes that are cursed with death, and the flashlight is also flickering and dimming, and the spirituality is restricted in all aspects.

But this is not enough to suppress him.

This is the tattoo parlor. Just like the post office administrator can get some help in the ghost post office, the administrator who fights in the tattoo parlor in the local area also has special characteristics. status.

"..."

The administrator stretched out his black-spotted palm and fumbled for something in his pocket. Soon, a vanity mirror from the Republic of China appeared in his palm, aiming at the intruder in front of him.

"Suppress!" Lin Fan reacted quickly when he saw the other party's movements, and he opened his mouth in time to stop it.

But the ghost's voice seemed to pass through the past, and the mirror was not affected in any way. Instead, it stood upright in front of him, showing a doll with a big head that was peeled off, looking around anxiously.

It didn't show my appearance, but instead, it showed the ghost I controlled. What exactly is this mirror... Lin Fan was startled.

At this time, the ghost species that was illuminated actually began to crack, and the changes in the reflection in the mirror also made the real big-headed doll seem to be in great pain, struggling desperately, and the daunting facial features slowly emerged from the middle There was an inaudible gap.

This is at……

Dismember the supernatural beings on the ghost species!
Seeing this scene, Lin Fan couldn't restrain the astonishment in his heart anymore, how could such a terrifying supernatural prop appear in the tattoo parlor.

Obviously, this seemingly ordinary vanity mirror is actually similar to the hatchet in Xiao Yang's hand, and has the effect of dismembering supernatural beings. However, compared with the strict killing rules of the hatchet, the mirror only needs to reflect the figure of the target be usable.

If this continues, the ghost species will be dismembered again, and this is the result that Lin Fan absolutely does not want to see.

The curse of death, has certain authority control over the tattoo parlor, can suppress the supernatural flashlight, and this weird mirror, there are enough things out of the test, this administrator named Zheng Xuewen, his own strength is no worse than that of the post office administrator , and even more difficult...

After harvesting a lot of information, Lin Fan said decisively: "Let's go! Let's go to the depths of the hall!"

It is meaningless to continue to fight against the administrator. In this supernatural building, the administrator cannot be killed. Although she can be led out of the tattoo parlor, the whereabouts of the red cheongsam is unknown, and her safety is even more important.

"Go inside..." Looking at the dark and deep hall, Wang An murmured in his heart, but after seeing so many methods beyond common sense, he still chose to trust Lin Fan and decided to go all the way to the dark.

The opinions of the two reached a consensus.

boom!
Lin Fan took the lead in kicking the display cabinet in front of him, blocking the light from the vanity mirror, and then rushed towards the depths of the hall. Wang An also ignored the ghosts around him who might recover at any time, and followed his footsteps. .

"..."

Silently watching their leaving figures, the stiff old man put down the mirror he raised, raised his legs and followed.

A deep sigh sounded faintly in the hall.

……

Go deep into the hall.

There were broken display cases everywhere.

As the first floor where ghosts are held in the tattoo hall, there are many ghosts who used to sleep here, but only a few of them still exist, and the rest either slipped away through the junction with reality, or were deliberately people take away.

According to Wu Feng's description.

When he got the supernatural radio, the tattoo parlor was already out of control, and after he took away the supernatural things here, the administrator did not show up, which shows that the situation was still under control at that time.

And now it's completely out of control.

According to Lin Fan's understanding of supernatural buildings or supernatural places, guarding such a hell on earth where countless ghosts are imprisoned requires at least a top ghost master, such as the seven elders of the Republic of China, to be competent.

Although the ghost on Zheng Xuewen, the administrator, was terrifying, it was obviously not enough to reach this level.

In other words.

There is also a ghost-rider lurking here.

This person is the real owner of the tattoo parlor.

"The tattoo master must be a tattoo master. He is very likely to be in the same era as the Seventh Elder of the Republic of China. If he can live to this day, it may be because of his lifespan that he lost control of the tattoo parlor..."

Lin Fan combined the information in front of him to make a judgment. It would be great if he could go back to the past again, so that he could directly ask Zhang Xianguang about the ghost tattoo, instead of throwing stones and asking for directions like now.

It's unclear what he was thinking. Wang An behind him was terrified. A series of emergencies had already exceeded the limits of a courier on the first floor. He just wanted to deliver the letter quickly and leave this ghostly place.

"Xie Zimin and the others should..."

Thinking of the group of demons dancing just now, Wang An was not very optimistic about the situation of Xie Zimin and the two of them. He had no extra emotions about the death of his classmate. After all, even his own life was in danger, so how could he care about others.

At this time, there was a vibration in the pocket.

There is still a signal!

Surprised by Wang An, he quickly took out his phone and turned on the screensaver, and what he saw was a text message from Xie Zimin.

(End of this chapter)