The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Liu Mingguang turned his body to avoid the sudden attack of the ghost hands, but the next second, countless ghost hands came from all directions and surrounded him in an instant.

However, he was not panicked and quickly entered the combat state. The rich fragrance continued to twist and spread, like a defensive barrier, isolating everything around.

The flying ghost hands were suppressed by the ghost perfume and fell to the ground and turned into pieces of rotten meat. These ghost hands seemed to be torn off from the corpse. They were derived spirits and controlled by the real source ghost.

Liu Mingguang did not find the source of the ghost hands. He turned and looked at the stranger at the door: "Who are you?"

The stranger was expressionless and silent, but a large number of ghost hands rushed into the room again, focusing on output.

The fragrance rose around Liu Mingguang, faintly revealing a light blood color, as if covered by a layer of mist, and he firmly occupied the upper hand. But his face was not very good: "Using the power of ghosts will accelerate the revival of evil ghosts. It's not good for you and me to continue to be deadlocked. Why don't we sit down and talk?"

For such reasonable words, the stranger seemed to have not heard them. Not only did he not stop, but he became more aggressive. His hair grew and spread as if it was alive, slowly crawling towards Liu Mingguang.

"The second ghost!"

The sudden situation shocked Liu Mingguang.

How could it be that a ghost rider who controlled two ghosts would attack him?

During this period, ghost riders with two ghosts were still rare, and they were definitely synonymous with powerful. Liu Mingguang thought hard, but he couldn't remember when he had provoked such a ruthless person.

But even if the opponent was very powerful, Liu Mingguang would not surrender. The smell of ghost perfume became stronger and stronger, covering the entire room. The effect of doing so was obvious, and the ghost hand quickly retreated like a tide.

But in just a short while, Liu Mingguang's face became gray and decadent, and herpes-like protrusions occasionally appeared on his skin, bursting out surging fragrant mist like a volcanic eruption.

"Brother, you can't do anything to me for now. We really don't need to waste time like this. If I have offended you in the past, I can give you enough compensation!"

Liu Mingguang hurriedly expressed his attitude, but how could Hu, the mastermind behind the scenes, let him go?

The winding hair is an illusion created by the mirage ghost. It seems to be surrounded by Liu Mingguang, but in fact it is forcing him to overuse the power of the evil ghost. If you look closely, you can find that those "ghost hairs" have always been just feinting with fangs and claws.

Seeing that the communication is ineffective, Liu Mingguang's heart flashed with solemnity. With such a powerful attack, the other party is not afraid of the resurrection of the ghost in his body? Or is it that the resurrection process will be greatly delayed by controlling two ghosts?

He has not yet figured out the specific ability of the other party, which is the most difficult. Only by understanding the rules of ghosts can we find countermeasures, but the opponent's attack rhythm is too intensive, so he can only passively defend.

The body seems to be leaking air, and it keeps spraying bloody fragrance mist outward. The evil ghost roars in his body, and his internal organs, muscles and bones are all dissolved into perfume.

‘No, I will definitely die if I continue like this!’ Liu Mingguang frowned. It would be great if he had a ghost domain, so he could attack or defend.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have it.

But he had other means. Since soft tactics didn’t work, he could only use hard tactics. “If you still won’t stop, don’t blame me for being rude. At worst, I’ll drag you to death!”

Hu Jiu didn’t say anything, still maintaining the original rhythm. The mirage ghost can only create phantoms, not auditory hallucinations, otherwise he would scold Liu Mingguang to autism.

Seeing Hu Jiu didn’t speak, Liu Mingguang understood that this battle was probably a fight to the death. He no longer hesitated and directly revealed his trump card.

——Ghost perfume can cover up and suppress the spirit, but when it is highly revived and the fragrance is too strong, it will have the opposite effect, attracting the spirit, commonly known as attracting ghosts.

Liu Mingguang himself is not very clear about this hidden ability. The feeling of being on the verge of revivification is too unbearable, and he usually doesn’t dare to try it easily.

But the situation was urgent at the moment, and he had no other choice. Facing the ghost rider who controlled two ghosts, he could only fight to the death!

Liu Mingguang's body swelled strangely, his eyeballs bulged like a goldfish, his mouth opened wide, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a huge perfume bottle. The dark mist slowly diffused along his mouth, nose and ears, and the smell was very strange.

Hu Jiu noticed the changes in Liu Mingguang. As a qualified villain, he should not give the enemy time to transform.

Thinking of this, Hu Jiu directly picked up a scarred head with his ghost hand and raised it high in front of Liu Mingguang.

Liu Mingguang raised his head and froze on the spot. The killing pattern of the head-raising ghost was triggered, but it failed to stop the recovery process of the ghost perfume, because Liu Mingguang lost his mind.

That head was his mother.

The head had already shown signs of decay, and the expression was very hideous. It seemed that he could imagine that she had suffered a lot of torture in her life. Liu Mingguang went crazy after just one look.

Under the influence of evil spirits, the emotions of the ghost rider will gradually fade, but even so, he still cannot accept the tragic death of his mother.

His father died when he was young, and his mother raised him alone. He finally became a superior person, but he didn't have time to let his mother enjoy the happiness...

"Impossible, this is all fake!"

"My mother was clearly protected very well by me..."

Liu Mingguang muttered crazily, refusing to believe everything in front of him.

"This dead old woman's bones are very hard, and it took several cuts to chop off her head." Hu Jiu pinched his throat and maliciously provoked.

Liu Mingguang was in a state of confusion, otherwise he would definitely have heard that the voice was a little familiar, but he was in a daze now and had no ability to distinguish it.

After the extreme grief, there was a raging rage. The grief and anger and the loss of rationality further exacerbated the revival of the ghost perfume.

As the black fragrance mist spread, a faint and gloomy breath suddenly descended. Hu Jiu, who was hiding in the corner, felt a chill on his back, as if he was stared at by some great terror.

The change came too quickly. Liu Mingguang laughed crazily. He seemed to have summoned a very strong ghost. This ghost should attack him at the first time.

Dark tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. At this moment, it was difficult to distinguish between humans and ghosts. It was hard to tell whether he was controlled by the instinct of the evil ghost or his true thoughts. Before, Liu Mingguang just wanted to break the situation and save himself, but now he just wanted to destroy everything without scruples!

The smell of the ghost perfume was so strong that it began to rot and stink gradually. The ominous breath became more and more fierce. Hu Jiu could sense the arrival of another ghost and roughly guessed what Liu Mingguang had done. He didn't expect that the ghost he controlled had the ability to summon, but this random summoning seemed to be out of control.

However, Liu Mingguang was determined to die together with the murderer of his mother. He did not care about the consequences at all and rushed towards the "stranger" at the door with all his strength.