The Mysterious Recovery of the Sunken World

Chapter 70 No need to pass the torch forever, because I will make a move
Seeing that everyone had already left, Mishima sat alone on the sofa in the lobby of the headquarters of the Spirit Elimination Club and waited for the arrival of Li Gui. Of course, he was also prepared in his heart. The ghost slave was killed.

Mishima took out a pistol from his pocket. It was a bony pistol with a strange shape, glowing with a jade-colored light, and felt a cold feeling when he held it in his hand.

He took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the pistol. At this time, Mishima's thoughts flew far away, to the time when he was not the president of the Exorcism Society. He was not the president of the Exorcism Society at that time. In addition to the many talents in Lingshe, there are also many top ghost masters.

Although there are some ghost masters who refuse to accept the control of the headquarters, under the help of the previous president of the Spirit Elimination Society, the entire Spirit Elimination Society has been moving forward steadily, and the number of ghost masters in the society has continued to increase. Very strong, although it is also recovering spiritually, but the island country at that time was really strong.

As the capable man of the previous president of the Exorcism Society, Mishima has been helping the president with his work. Because of his seriousness, responsibility and flexible mind, he has been valued by the president of the Exorcism Society and often takes him by his side.

When Mishima followed the former president to a gathering place for banquets for envoys from other countries, they encountered a terrible spiritual attack. It was a ghost with ghosts.

The attack characteristic of this ghost is to attack people who are alone. If a person is more than five meters away from the crowd alone, he may be attacked by the ghost.

This ghost has no form when it is not attacking. When the ghost approaches this person, it will change, start to have a physical body, and become very similar to this person's appearance in a very short period of time, while the body of that ordinary person is the same It will become more and more transparent, and the whole person will be replaced by that ghost.

The former president immediately judged that this is a ghost with extraordinary potential, and it must be imprisoned here, otherwise, if he is asked to replace a ghost master, he will directly control the ghost in the ghost master's body. Time is bound to be even more terrifying.

So it's better for ordinary people to face this fierce ghost. After touching the bone pistol in his pocket, the former president felt confident.

The people trapped in this ghost are all ordinary people, and they don't have the quality to restrict the ghosts at all. They can't be expected to use this supernatural tool to restrict the ghosts.

The supporting ghost masters did not come to support so quickly, and now they can only save themselves, so he turned to Mishima and said, "I will walk out of the crowd alone later to attract this ghost, and then you can use this The pistol restrains the ghost, but be quick, you don't have many chances to try, you must hit the ghost."

After speaking, he handed the pistol to Mishima.

When Mishima heard the president say this, he immediately grabbed him and said, "This kind of thing should be done by an unimportant person like me. President, you can't die in this place."

The former president said gently to the earnest young man in front of him, "I am old, and it is time to protect the seedlings. Mishima, protect Sakura Country, protect the people who trust you, and then cultivate the next generation who can be entrusted with important responsibilities. From today onwards, you will be the president of the Exorcism Club!"

After finishing speaking, the former president broke away from Mishima's pull, walked forward until he was about five meters away from the crowd, and then looked back at Mishima with a smile.

A vague shadow appeared next to him, and quickly condensed into a solid body, becoming very similar to the former president, but the former president's body became transparent. At this time, the former president opened his mouth, with an encouraging expression on his face. looked at Mishima.

Although he couldn't hear the sound, he could still guess what the former president said. After hesitating for a second, he resolutely raised the bone pistol in his hand and shot a shot in the head of Li Gui, who was quickly condensing into a solid body. The rapidly forming Specter stopped changing, fell down in a physical form, and was successfully restrained by the ghost pistol.

However, the changes of the former president did not stop. The process of being replaced is an irreversible process on the human body. He has almost turned into transparent air, as if another gust of wind will blow it away.

The former president looked at Mishima with relief, and then disappeared like flying light spots.

Looking at the former president who disappeared, Mishima said in his heart, "I will definitely protect the country and the people, and defend it with my own life."

After Mishima shot this shot, his body was also very exhausted, as if his whole body had been drained, and he had aged a dozen years directly, from a young man to middle age, thinking to himself, "I'm afraid this is the supernatural power." There are side effects of the product."

Thinking back to the present, looking at the pistol in his hand, Mishima muttered to himself, "President, now is the time, it is time to practice my own path."

At this moment, the door of the Lingshe hall was pushed open, and the clones of ghost slaves possessed by Fang Ming came in. He was already mentally prepared that he might see an empty house again. After all, after entering the initial door, he The various rooms explored are devoid of anyone present.

Fang Ming suddenly saw a person waiting for him in the hall. Fang Ming became a little interested. There are really people who are not afraid of death. All the isolated but functional electrical appliances stopped working, and the hall instantly became dark.

Mishima, who was sitting on the sofa and was still cleaning his pistol, sighed a little as he watched the ghost slaves filing in. This time, he might not have the chance to shoot Yuanyuan Ligui a few times, although this pistol might not be able to restrain Yuanyuan Ligui.

However, he still sat up from the sofa with a determined face, ready to deal a fatal blow to these ghost slaves at any time.

At this moment, the clones of ghost slaves that had entered originally gave up their positions in the middle. The dim indoor environment made Mishima somewhat unable to see what was happening, which made him even more vigilant.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from outside. It seemed to be the sound of stepping on stagnant water, stepping on Mishima's heart step by step, making Mishima nervously grab the pistol in his hand.

At this moment, he saw the figure that appeared at the entrance of the hall. It was a terrifying figure with loose hair, and the pair of dark eyes under the hair were looking at him without any emotion. There are countless ghosts holding countless wronged souls, and countless roaring ghosts are entwined around them, and the faces of the tragic victims appear on the faces of these ghosts, as if they are still being tortured after death.

Mishima sighed, "This is a real experience of the horror our ghost masters are facing. It's really embarrassing for those young people. We old guys should have died first."

Raising the pistol in his hand, he shouted at the ghost in front of him, "You monsters, what are you doing with your life!"

After shouting, he fired three shots at Fang Ming, "Bang bang bang~"

These three shots were all blocked by the dense ghosts in front of Fang Ming. Even without ghosts, Fang Ming could catch these bullets without injury, because he didn't feel any threat from this gun.

After firing three shots, Mishima seemed to have exhausted all his vitality. It seemed that after decades, his whole body had changed from middle age to old age. His face was full of wrinkles, his hair became white, and his eyes also changed. It was so cloudy that I couldn't see the figure in front of me clearly.

Mishima put down the gun in his hand, gasping for breath, staggering, struggling Fang Ming said, "The torch is passed on, and one day someone will drive you back to the underworld."

After speaking, he lost his breath of life and lay down on the ground.

Fang Ming looked at all this expressionlessly. He had great respect for the strong, especially those who didn't even want to carry out their beliefs. However, as an enemy, he would strike without hesitation. Respect.

Looking at the fallen old corpse, Fang Ming said confidently, "There is no need to pass on the torch, because I will take action, and the pain will not continue from generation to generation."

(End of this chapter)