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Chapter 183 Mr. Zombie VS Glamorous Exorcist [27]

Le Tong wanted to put these innocent souls into a spell to take them out, but the spell lost its effect.

"You actually woke up!"

A sharp voice came into the room, Le Tong turned his head, and saw a person standing at the door, although he was wearing a robe, but he always felt familiar, "What purpose did you bring me here?"

The man in black slowly approached Le Tong, "Of course it is to contribute to my excellent paintings!"

Le Tong looked at the man in black standing one meter away from him in shock, "It's you!" It was the nun in black that he saw during the day!

"What about me?"

From the corner of his eyes, Le Tong saw that he was holding a knife in his hand, and the black ghost aura accumulated on the knife. The power of the ghost aura was much stronger than that of the century-old female ghost last time, so he took a few steps back quickly, "What do you want to do?"

Sartre stopped talking nonsense, manipulated the ghost energy to quickly condense into a dagger, and flew towards Le Tong.

Le Tong dodged in a panic, took out the whip and whipped it back.

Sartre didn't notice for a while, but she hit his arm. Fortunately, the nun's body was there, otherwise he might have suffered more than such a minor injury this time.

"I didn't expect you to be an exorcist." The whip was surrounded by lightning, and only an exorcist would have it. The cruelty in Sartre's eyes flashed, "For the sake of your skin, I I will be merciful."

"Stop talking nonsense." Le Tong took out a golden talisman and chanted it and stuck it on the whip, and the whip was surrounded by purple flames.

Sartre didn't dare to underestimate this little girl, but she didn't expect that she had purple fire—a fire specially designed to deal with ghosts.

Ordinary fire cannot harm ghosts, but purple fire can.

Le Tong didn't hesitate anymore, and rushed up to fight him.

She kept attacking, and Sartre kept dodging.

The basement was so big, and Sartre had no choice but to escape directly.

Le Tong followed closely behind and caught up.

Running outside, he found that Sartre had disappeared, Le Tong took out the gossip mirror to track down his tracks.

To do this spell, you need to have the object of the tracked person, as long as it is contaminated with his breath.

Sartre had touched her before, she should have his breath on her body, and she should be able to find where he is, but this spell has a shortcoming, she needs to concentrate on it, and cannot take into account the surrounding environment, once she encounters danger, it will be fatal.

After weighing for a moment, Le Tong still chose to follow Sartre's trail.

A formation was set up on the ground, Le Tong sat in it, sacrificed the gossip mirror, pulled out the white talisman, recited a formula, and the talisman floated to the top of the gossip mirror as if being pulled, hanging in the air.

Le Tong formed a seal in her hand, and a black gas floated from her body and printed on the white charm. The black gas belonged to Sartre.

According to the ray of black breath, the gossip mirror slowly shows the nearby scene...

Sartre hid in the tree behind her, and when she was casting spells and had no time to take care of himself, he went directly to her body.

"Hahaha... I got on your body, what else can you do with me?" Sartre smiled very proudly, his upper body is his strong point.

Le Tong was startled, and lost his mind for a moment.

Sartre controlled Le Tong's hand and hit her directly in the stomach.

Le Tong collapsed from the pain, and the attack was really ruthless.

It didn't end there, however, as Sartre manipulated her body into the wall again.

Le Tong concentrated his mind and competed with Sartre for control of his body.

Her body flew to two meters from the wall and stopped.

Le Tong stood there in a strange posture, as if someone was pulling her body.

(End of this chapter)