Mysterious Hunting Ground

54 Chapter 54. The Flame Can't Be Burned 1
Excruciating pain!

It was as if thousands of steel needles were piercing the internal organs at the same time.

Dean sat down on the ground clutching his chest, rolled his eyes, and fell into a brief absence.

But Alexander did not pursue immediately.

"boom!"

The glass is broken!

The searchlight that radiated dazzling light towards the hall was hit by a force and exploded loudly.

The light fades.

The surrounding environment returned to darkness.

The sharp glass slag angels splashed around like flowers, and one of them slashed across Dean's left cheek, pulling out a slender index finger-long bloody mouth near the cheekbone.

The coolness that penetrated his flesh instantly woke him up from the severe pain, and he stood up while clutching his chest and leaning his back against the wall.

He glanced at the dark living room.

Think about it!
The Shadow of the Past jumped out of his body, desperately away from the plank in his hand, resisted the noise with difficulty, and pushed the tape recorder playing music not far away back to Dean.

Dean put the tape recorder on his shoulder, letting the rushing music dispel the panic in his heart.

All this happens in just one breath.

"Shadow" suddenly sensed the danger, and rushed out straight into the darkness!

Not far away.

boom!
The air explodes!

It hit a hard wall of air, and the hazy human figure was instantly squeezed into a pitch-black sphere by the huge impact.

A strong air current swept across the air, and the ripples spread to the surroundings, like circles of ripples rippling on the surface of a calm lake.

Dean brought the shackles closer to his eyes again, and suddenly found that "Shadow" was clinging to the hideous Alexander, stalemate in mid-air.

boom--

In the next second, the two ghosts rampaged through the hall at a dizzying speed, creating an incredible chaos.

Bang!

The old chandelier on the ceiling was swept by an invisible force, fell to the ground, smashed into pieces, and a large piece of crystal glass slag spread on the floor!

Kaz!

The TV screen suddenly exploded, and the entire case fell off the counter. Two forces lifted it up into the air as a target, collided and impacted it left and right, and after a few breaths, it disintegrated into a pile of parts and wires.

Ping!
A few rusty kitchen knives and table forks flew into the air, snapping and stabbing each other, a large swath of dazzling cold light dodged and moved in mid-air, and little sparks flickered like stars in the night sky.

There was a gust of gloomy wind in the living room, the wall skin exploded, and there were ear-piercing explosions, whistling, roaring, and ping-pong sounds in the air.

The various furnishings in the hall were disturbed beyond recognition by the ghosts attacking at both ends, as if they had been baptized by a torrential rain and flood.

Their combat effectiveness has exceeded the limit of ordinary people.

Dean, who was watching the battle with a jiban, couldn't keep up with the speed, and could barely catch two entangled black shadows.

Colt in the other hand was unable to aim.

It was too late to even issue orders to "Shadow", so it could only let it fight by instinct!
The gap is too big to intervene!

Dean gritted his teeth, glanced at the corridor not far away, leaned over and rushed over.

He was wearing a dark blue cotton coat, with a radio on his shoulders, and loud music playing in his ears, like a soldier carrying a bazooka on his shoulders and rushing in the trenches where the sound of artillery fire was loud, to rescue his companions——

Alvin was dragged up to the second floor by another ghost. He didn't have a "shadow" to protect him. He was in danger and needed support urgently!

But Dean had just taken a step up the stairs.

A gust of wind hit the back of my head.

He instinctively lowered his head.

boom!
The house shook violently.

A huge shadow passed over his neck, and the black sofa in the living room was thrown over by an invisible force, smashing hard onto the wooden stairs, breaking a large piece of wood, and horizontally blocking Dean's way to go upstairs. through the road.

Dean turned to the left with lingering fear, and then his pupils contracted——

"Shadow" hastily ended the battle and fled back to him.

But its originally solid body became illusory and transparent, conveying a feeling of extreme weakness.

The normal summoning time is six and a half minutes, and after only half a minute of fierce fighting, "Shadow" will soon be unable to hold on.

"Shet!"

At this moment, Dean couldn't hold back anymore.

Summon the shadow behind and destroy the sofa blocking the road.

He took out his pistol, gritted his teeth and fired a tracer bullet into the corner of the living room.

Boom!

Tracer rounds ignited the gasoline.

The flame instantly ignited the wooden floor at the edge of the living room.

The jumping flames tore through the darkness and quickly circled the living room.

A crimson wall of fire was formed as the wooden planks crackled, surrounding Alexander Raphael's ghost tightly within it.

……

"Thinking of the whole house as a trap?"

"You want to die with me?"

There were several frightened and frightened voices behind the scorching flames. The voices echoed layer by layer, with full penetrating power, and even suppressed the noise of the tape recorder.

Dean held up the plank and took a look.

Alexander Raphael was shrinking his body under the large black robe into a ball, trying his best to avoid the surrounding flames.

well.

The flame is effective, and this arrangement was not in vain!

But don't wait for Dean to make further moves.

Alexander suddenly opened his mouth and let out a gust of wind, pressing down on the flames in front of Dean.

The scorching fire wall was blown by the gust of wind, and immediately bent down to cling to the ground, becoming flickering, as if it would go out at any moment.

But the strong wind came and went quickly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The flame that could not be blown out came back, wrapped in a large amount of gasoline arranged by Dean, and rose more violently, rolling upwards like water vapor boiling in an iron pot, licking to the ceiling!

The air smelled acridly of gasoline and burnt wood wallpaper.

Dean covered his nose.

There was an unwilling roar from the opposite side.

"Okay, crafty boy."

"I won't kill you for now, but you have to answer me a question honestly!"

"You, the body of an ordinary person has a bit of spiritual talent, but he hasn't been able to awaken his spirit vision."

"How can you drive a ghost? The great Alexander Raphael didn't have such divine power."

"Why do you have any secrets?"

"You want to know? Then let's make a deal."

Dean continued to back away, pointing the Colt gun at the gasoline barrel quietly placed beside the coffee table on the left side of the living room——"Shadow" pointed out that Alexander was nearby through telepathic voice transmission.

After the psychic became a ghost, although he possessed various magical abilities, his intelligence seemed to be impaired.

He failed to notice that the danger was around him. Of course, he might be too arrogant.

"Tell me." There was a hoarse voice in the air.

"Send me the souls of Alvin and Panon intact first." Dean said, "I'll tell you the secret."

"Ho ho! Kid, why don't you throw the plank over here first, and then tell me your secret of controlling ghosts, and I'll release them."

The voice was full of longing and a hint of fear.

Dean couldn't help clenching the teardrop-shaped wooden board in his hand upon hearing this.

Alexander actually asked for the ghost board first, which must be more important than his secret of controlling the ghost.

It will definitely come in handy!

Never agree!
"Dear psychic master, we respectfully summoned you to the real world and offered you candles and incense, but you launched an attack without authorization." Dean began to delay time, "Shouldn't you express your sincerity first? "

"Ho ho."

A dark wind was blowing in the living room.

"You were a psychic master worshiped by the world during your lifetime, and you should be equally wise, wise, generous, and magnanimous after your death."

"Don't flatter me, boy!"

"This is the truth. There is no endless hatred between you and me, and it has not caused irreparable consequences. How about sitting down and negotiating peacefully and amicably?"

The speed of the fire spread exceeded Dean's expectations. Before he knew it, he was already covered in hot sweat, and his skin was burned red and stinging.

Worst of all, the copious amounts of smoke from the burning of the planks began to affect his vision and breathing, which was far more dangerous than the flames.

Only then did he realize that he had made a huge oversight—forgetting to buy a fire mask.

However, his efforts to delay the time worked, and "Shadow" exerted its last residual heat, blasting the sofa blocking the road behind him into two halves, and then turned into a plume of black smoke and returned to his body.

The windows in the stair hallway were opened to let in fresh air.

The road leading to the second floor is also unimpeded again!
"Nonsense!"

Surrounded by flames, Alexander's impatient voice that was about to explode sounded,
"I'll make the decision, I'll help you get rid of the shackles of the flesh, embrace eternal life, and then you will obediently send the secret and the plan!"

"Dream! Go to hell, old dog!"

Dean kicked his feet, bent his body like a folding bed and jumped back, his hips dexterously got into the middle of the sofa that was divided into two halves, and at the same time, he clasped his index finger and shot continuously at the gasoline can!
boom!
boom!
Tracer rounds penetrated petrol cans.

Boom!

The echo of the explosion echoed through the hall on the first floor, the wooden walls tilted and the floor exploded.

The crazily rolling flames were like sea waves, instantly enveloping the nearby Alexander.

Surrounded by flames, the severely wounded old ghost screamed sharply, and the remaining window panes around the hall shattered.

Dean, who was running upstairs, paused, and covered his eardrums, which seemed to be pierced, with both hands.

The tape recorder in his arms fell to the ground and rolled down the stairs into the flames behind him, and the music stopped suddenly.

At the same time, several flaming wooden floors in the hall were forcibly pried up by an invisible force, flipped up and down, and flew towards the stairs, crushing the fire wall all at once!
And Alexander Raphael flew out of the sea of ​​flames with a roar, and with a rapidly spinning cold blade, shot towards Dean who fled to the second floor!

(End of this chapter)