Mysterious Hunting Ground

55 Chapter 55. The Flame Can't Be Burned 2
Dark attic.

The stale air smelled of decay.

A force grabbed Alvin's neck and lifted his body slowly towards the beams and the roof.

He kicked his feet in the air and pulled his neck desperately with both hands, but the icy and bone-chilling force was like steel pliers, almost crushing his bones.

Powerless to resist.

But ten seconds.

His face turned from red to pale, his eyeballs protruded, he unconsciously opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, his brain began to lack oxygen, and his vision became blurred.

Fear and unwillingness welled up in my heart.

Do not!
How could I die without seeing Panon?

boom!
Suddenly there was a loud noise like an earthquake from below the attic.

Alvin's sleepy spirit lifted, and he immediately realized that it was Dean who was fighting Alexander on the first floor.

So who was it that strangled him in the attic?

He thought of a possibility, as if he had grasped a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

Emotions run high!

The heart pounded, and the adrenaline injected a force into the body that was on the verge of suffocation.

He let go of the hands that were pulling his neck, took out a water gun filled with gasoline from the pocket of his cotton coat with his left hand, and took out a lighter with his right hand.

Aim the fuel injection at the front and ignite.

A howling flame burst out in midair.

The strength in the neck is gone.

Alvin fell heavily on the black bed in the attic, clutching his chest and greedily breathing in the fresh air, and raised his head.

A group of irregular flames jumped up and down in the mid-air in horror.

"Is that you, Parnon?"

Alvin shouted excitedly, but the will-o'-the-wisp went out.

The invisible force rushed again.

He rolled awkwardly to the left side of the attic, hid behind the black bed, and turned his head to look for his relatives who had been away for many years, but the naked eye could not see the ghost.

"Don't you recognize me? We are brothers."

The only response to him was the sharp whistling that rushed through the air again and again.

He fled left and right in embarrassment, swept the funny water gun in his hand, drew a line of oil on the wooden board in front of him, and ignited it.

The flames formed a crimson trench gushing with high temperature, blocking the attacking ghosts.

"We lived together for 20 years."

Alvin gazed at the void through the flames and recounted his memories,

"Do you still remember, when I was studying, the first thing I did when I came home from school every day was to play football with you. You keep the goal, and I will play. Every time you deliberately let me score a few goals."

"The football captain at the school called you a fool and a freak. To vent your anger on you, I beat him up. I also secretly threw a snake into his locker and made him cry in front of his girlfriend. Shame!"

...

The wooden walls around the attic began to burn, sparks crackled and the temperature rose rapidly.

The thick smoke made Alvin cough again and again.

But the ghost showed no mercy, overturned the black bed weighing more than two hundred pounds, and threw it at him.

Flames spread everywhere.

Alvin had nowhere to escape, and with a scream, his right ankle was bent backwards, and the broken bone pierced through the skin and came out.

Blood rushes.

The severe pain made him hiss like a snake in his throat, and he almost passed out from the pain.

despite this,

He still had a pale face, and spoke in a broken voice,

"You have to listen to a bedtime story every night before you go to bed...ahem...I once got to a brother's story."

"You said... we don't want to be like the king brothers in the story fighting for the crown, we are worse than enemies... We should live together in harmony forever, care for, accompany and protect each other."

"You did. When that car hit you, you stood in front of me and protected me."

The sound stopped abruptly.

A force hit Alvin's nose mercilessly, causing it to explode like a ripe tomato, and the spurted blood stained half of his face and the entire beard.

Alvin fell back on the ground dizzy.

The blood gushing from the nasal cavity rolled to the edge of the eye socket, blurring the vision.

His neck was strangled again.

Pushing harder than before and dragging him like a dead dog, he whimpered and slid to the ground, his broken ankle trailing a trail of blood across the floor.

He was lifted up against the wall again.

There was a crackling sound like a dislocation of the cervical spine.

Alvin struggled to open his swollen eyes, raised his right hand and aimed the water gun full of gasoline at the air in front of him.

But the moment he pulled the trigger, he let go of his hand and let the weapon fall.

His eyes stared at the void in front of him, his eyes were full of guilt, and deep self-blame came from his throat,
"But I broke my promise to protect you...David asked me to take care of you, but I left you alone. I abandoned a family selfishly...Damn me!"

Cold tears slid down his cheeks, and with the last of his strength, Alvin opened his arms and hugged the empty figure in front of him.

"Feel sorry…"

Boom!

There was a violent explosion downstairs, followed by screams of pain.

The loudness of the cry.

The shock made the walls tremble, the beams cracked, and the flames flew wildly!

Alvin, who was hiding in the attic, felt a tingling pain in his eardrums.

The ghost in front of him let go of his hands like a machine with power cut off, and froze in place.

Alvin landed on the ground narrowly escaped death, his eyes turned.

At this moment——

Tears and blood mixed on his pupils, but two ordinary substances reacted miraculously.

He blinked.

A figure emerged from the originally empty darkness.

Wearing a black robe, suspended in the air, his body flickered like an unstable current, and black dotted lines jumped around him.

The face under the hood is similar to Alvin's, with a straight nose bridge and slightly thick lips, but it looks older than Alvin's, with deep nasolabial folds and crow's feet, a raised mountain-like ravine on his forehead, half of his brown hair has turned gray.

A positive change is taking place in him.

The eyes turned from pitch black to blue like the sea, and the ferocious and distorted facial features also returned to calm and serenity.

Panon, my brother, you are getting old too.

Alvin stared blankly at this strange yet familiar face, his lips trembling, he was too excited to speak.

But Panon turned around quickly, and an invisible force lifted the heavy black bed into the air.

It bumped into it in a flash.

There were several muffled bangs.

The huge black bed is like the earth that has been dried and cracked by the sun, and countless fine cracks have been knocked open in an instant.
Then it crumbled into dry cement, scattered on the burning wooden floor of the attic.

Smoke billows.

A horrifying mummy so thin that only a layer of skin remained fell down.

Not an inch.

The face and muscles are dimpled and blackened.

Eyes, ears, nose and mouth were all stitched together.

On the only skin that is still intact, densely tattooed with mysterious black characters, exuding a creepy and evil aura.

All of this happened in just a few seconds. After the mummy fell to the ground, the ghost's expression changed again, and the eyes looking at Alvin turned pure black, shooting out venomous light and cold murderous intent.

But he didn't do it.

His translucent cheeks showed a struggling expression, and his body expanded and contracted, as if it would disintegrate on the spot at any time.

"That demon in Alexander... cough cough... killed you... poured you into cement and manipulated you?"

Alvin anxiously asked,
"What should I do, Parnon? Ahem... How can I help you?"

The ghost turned its gaze to the surrounding flames, and then to the mummy.

Alvin understood in an instant, grinning and supporting his seriously injured body, he dragged up the mummy, threw it into the fire, and threw the water gun filled with gasoline into it.

Boom!

The flames flourished.

The flames scorched flesh and skin.

The fat melts.

Smoky.

The pungent smell of gasoline, wood burning, and barbecue smells mixed together.

The smoke made it difficult for Alvin to breathe. He desperately covered his mouth and nose with his cotton jacket, but it was useless.

His body was crumbling.

But with those evil symbols, burnt to ashes by the flames.

In his pupils mixed with blood and tears, a series of changes took place in the ghost of Panon in an instant.

As if traveling through time, he faded away from the lifeless black robe and terrifying face, and changed into a young and vigorous gray sportswear.

Unreal's body quickly became thin and flexible, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, his gray hair returned to pure brown, and he returned to his childish appearance of twelve or thirteen years old.

Those bright blue eyes looked at Alvin.

Just like 28 years ago, it is full of love, dependence, and longing for family members.

Panon rushed to Alvin, hugged him fiercely with his translucent hands, and shouted in a crying voice,

"Woooo, Ami...Ami...I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for a long time...Ten years, 20 years...You're finally back, you're finally home.”

Panon's voice was stuttering and stiff at first, but soon became smooth and full of emotion, and translucent tears crawled on his boyish face,
"Woo...I have learned to do laundry, cook, go to the supermarket, and clean the house...talk and communicate with people."

"I won't hold you back anymore, don't leave me... don't leave me alone, I'm scared, I'm scared."

Alvin stared at the face that was familiar to the depths of his soul. At this moment, their blood, soul, and emotion were closely connected.

"No, Panon...you are not a burden, you are not a burden! You are my brother!"

The sparks crackled and exploded, revealing Alvin's flushed face,

"I'm sorry for you. I shouldn't have abandoned you, left you alone, made you suffer grievances, and let you be killed by old things."

"But I'm back...ahem...our brothers meet again."

The attic was blazing, and everything was surrounded by flames.

Life is cut off.

But amidst the strong firelight and misty smoke, Alvin's reddened eyes burst into tears of relief and excitement,

"My brother... ahem... we can play football together, go to the playground together... beat up those shit-spitting little bastards together... and finally, we'll leave together."

"I'll take you to David, to see the mom we've never met, and we'll reunite as a family!"

"Ami!" Panon nodded desperately, staring at him with phantom eyes,
"I'm here, I swear to you! Cough cough..." Alvin hugged the mist-like cold body, coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs, "I will never abandon you again... "

"We'll never be apart again."

"Ami, Ami."

crunch--

The burning beams under the roof were blown, and fell suddenly in the suffocating hot wind, and the golden flames continued to enlarge in Alvin's pupils.

"my brother…"

Alvin murmured, feeling a strong warmth enveloping himself, with a reassuring and relieved smile,

In total darkness.

……

In the corridor.

Dean threw a gasoline can towards the stairs behind him, and the shot ignited.

The explosion roared.

The stairs completely collapsed, the ceiling was broken, glass poured down from the window frame, and the crimson flames spread wildly.

Dean's breath was stagnant, he turned around without hesitation, and almost crawled to the second floor.

The corridor suddenly shook.

A piercing scream came from behind.

Dean lunged to the side, rolling at the last second to avoid the hot wood flying behind him, and a throwing knife brushed against his thigh, cutting a ravine in the floor.

He rolled to the door of the bedroom on the left, hid behind the wooden door, raised the altar and looked around.

A large block of wood was manipulated by an invisible force and suspended in the air against the rules of physics. It was ignited by the explosion just now, spouting flames, and a piece of sharp knives and forks surrounded the flames to form a roulette of death!

A pair of pure black eyes cast a glance behind the roulette wheel, like the gaze of hell.

brush--

A burning prism-shaped wooden board flew over and hit the wooden door where Dean was hiding. The wooden door split in two and broke away from the door frame, scattering to the ground with blazing flames.

escape!
In the face of psychic-level ghosts, shooting, fighting... are completely ineffective.

Even the flames couldn't hit Alexander who was hiding behind layers of planks!

With almost nothing to do, Dean rushed to a barrel of gasoline in the corner of the corridor in embarrassment, and suddenly there was a roar behind him.

The sound waves passed through the entire corridor on the second floor, and a large piece of crystal glass slag was shaken into the air.

Dean's running body stopped abruptly, as if thousands of steel needles had been pierced into his brain, and blood oozed from his eyes, ears, and nose.

In the next second, a row of hovering knives shot out, flying towards his back with a terrifying sound of piercing the air and biting coldness!
There is no shelter in the corridor.

Dean hastily bent his knees and rolled towards the left corner.

Chop chop chop!
Half of the flying knives pierced into the wooden floor and wall, and the other half of the three flying knives pierced through the padded jacket Dean was wearing with a puffing sound and pierced into his back, turning him into a hedgehog.

Blood splattered into the air.

Dean staggered forward and fell to his knees. The pain almost tore apart his skeleton. He clenched his teeth and got up tremblingly with his hands on the ground.

But I didn't have time to take a step.

A dozen or so large or small flaming wooden boards fell like meteors, hitting his body and flying forward with him. After landing, they continued to slide until they hit the wall in the corner of the corridor.

It's not over yet!

Bang!

A large invisible hand tore down the ceiling at the top of the hallway.

The heavy wooden wall collapsed in an instant, carrying a lot of dust and sawdust, and crushing on Dean.

He was motionless, as if dead.

"Ho ho!"

Playful laughter came from far and near.

"Run, little mouse!"

"Keep running, stupid mortal!"

The invisible ghost floated before the ruins,

"Do you feel it now? The physical body is so weak, and you have to endure all kinds of problems and pains. Now, I will give you relief!"

……

The voice fell.

The ruins of the wooden walls slowly parted to the surroundings, revealing Dean who was lying down, smoking all over his body, with his eyes closed and his face covered with blood stains and scorched black, his true colors could no longer be seen.

Only the chest was still rising and falling slightly.

He seemed to have completely lost the ability to resist.

"Come on, cheers, join my party!"

Alexander laughed wildly.

A flying knife in the corridor flew into the air and shot at Dean's neck. It only took one blow to pierce through the vitals and kill him.

But the throwing knife hit only the floor.

The body threw itself to the side at the last moment, and got up again like lightning.

Dean opened his eyes, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

Grabbing with his right hand, he flew to the nothingness that was close at hand with the flaming petrol barrel behind him—there was no obstacle between the man and the ghost!

Continuously pull the trigger with the left hand.

Two bangs!

Boom!

explosion!

The overwhelming flames swept the entire corridor like waves, and angry and painful wailing resounded in the high-temperature purgatory!
Alexander Raphael, who was hit hard again, wailed mournfully, and strong sound waves and air currents flocked to all directions, splitting the sea of ​​fire, and the flames bowed humbly towards both sides like a tree trunk broken by a strong wind.

The fire gradually died down.

A bloated figure rushed out of the billowing smoke, passed several meters in the blink of an eye, and slammed into the arms of Alexander, who had just shown his mighty power and guarded against emptiness, like a sharp arrow, and smashed the shining shackles held in both hands into the The invisible body in front of him.

Give it all!
The air buzzes!

Spirit, will, an invincible force passed along with this stab.

The space seemed to freeze in an instant.

The demon-like raging flames, creeping smoke, and falling beams were all solidified.

Sound disappears, breathing, heartbeat stop.

Five seconds, or five minutes.

When Dean regained his breath.

The black phantom body of Alexandre Raphael was strangely exposed to his naked eyes.

There was a dagger-like plank stuck in the heart of its chest, and the madness on its pale and distorted face froze into unbelievable horror.

"No!"

It took a step back, screaming in horror.

The pitch-black figure was cracked inch by inch, and streaks of faint blue light emerged from the cracks, engulfing it and turning it into burning paper, withering and flying away.

The powerful psychic-level ghost, Alexander Raphael, instantly turned into fly ash in front of Dean without leaving a trace.

Then the shackle fell into Dean's palm again.

A large bright red prompt flashed in front of his eyes:
You destroyed a psychic-level wraith using the wonder item "Planet of the Sleepless".

熟练度+20，格斗lv1(80→100/200)
You killed a supernatural being for the first time!
There is a huge difference in strength between you and it, and you have completed a difficult challenge with the weak over the strong!

You have awakened a valuable specialty - Paranormal Hunter...

……

breathe…

Dean felt a surge of heat rushing into his body, and his spirits lifted.

Now is not the time to catch your breath.

"Alvin!"

Dean bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the fishy sweetness poured into his mouth, and the severe pain all over his body eased.

"Alvin! Where are you?"

He yelled loudly, but there was no answer.

Turning around, surrounded by smoke and scorching flames,
Even God's perspective can only see a dazzling red light.

Suddenly, a piece of the burning ceiling fell in front of him, and a large hole was broken in the floor, exposing the raging flames below.

The red god of death was beckoning to him.

Time is running out!

He dragged his scarred body and rushed to the bottom of the attic of the bedroom. Fire waves spewed out from the dark space. When God's perspective swept away, a human figure lay quietly burning in the flames of the attic.

Alvin was burned to death just like that?

This is the end of their brothers! ?
Fake!

no way!

Dean gritted his teeth and grabbed a piece of wood that fell from the bed frame, and stabbed frantically at the ceiling, stabbing, letting his hands be covered with blood blisters.

Bang!

The scorched wooden plank above the head finally broke through a large hole.

With a flash of red light, a human figure with boiling fire and black smoke fell from the flames surging in the attic, and fell straight to Dean's feet with a plop.

He hugged the burning body shortly and jumped out of the window on the second floor!
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