There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 874: The ghost is out of the cage
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Looking at the day tour envoy is like the destructive power of pulling out the city and destroying the village.
It's just a trick.
Just turn over and cover the rain.
The shots are no longer comparable to humans.
The expression on Fang Zheng's face suddenly became solemn.
He finally understands why the international community has reached a tacit agreement to not allow the Japanese tour envoys to take action, but only regards the Japanese tour envoys as their own strategic nuclear weapons. The deterrence power is far greater than the actual destructive power.
On a day trip, this humanoid air-to-surface missile can easily erase a village with bare hands, ranging from hundreds to thousands of people. It also has high mobility and almost zero interceptability. Its destructive power is no less than dozens of nuclear bombs dropped on the country.
That's why countries will contain each other and reach a tacit understanding.
No one can put the Japanese tour operator into war and aggression.
This is a global convention.
Whoever breaks the global convention is tantamount to declaring war on the whole world.
This is the first time that Founder has directly visualized the power of turning over the rain by the day tour envoy. While looking serious, he couldn't help but yearn for it.
That is the passion and desire for the strong that are deeply implanted in every man's heart.
"I feel like my whole body is full of enthusiasm now, I can squeeze two nuclear bombs at will!"
Fortunately, Founder has not forgotten what is right now.
Boom!
The ghost knife was not released, and the heavy knife case made of solid wood, like a steel cannonball, with a red tail flame, severely smashed the coffin by the feet.
"Since the emperor has been restrained by the Japanese tour envoy, let me see what is in the coffin!"
Under the red sun and evil spirits' knife box, the coffin made by the yin gas couldn't be carried at all. It broke apart and exploded, and the broken wood splashed out ten or twenty meters away.
However!
The coffin is empty.
There are no so-called corpses, no so-called fierce ghosts, and no Liu's wife as Fang Zheng thought.
At this moment, Fang Zheng's eyes were stunned.
It's no wonder that from the very beginning, the real person Xuanling didn't take the threat of the coffin in his eyes. It seems that the real person Xuanling has seen some clues from the beginning?
Even if the real person Xuanling is just a substitute yellow talisman of the Taoist school, should it be considered that the spiritual thought of the real person Xuanling has come?
This word has a hesitant ending...
Looking at Fang Zheng's sudden removal of the coffin, the young and middle-aged woman on the side looked at Fang Zheng who had suddenly shot.
But I don't know.
They just turned their heads and looked at them. As a result, in the next second, their gazes were all taken aback and looked behind Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng noticed that the eyes of the two were different. At this time, Fang Zheng had noticed the gust of wind on his back, and the back of his neck was a little cold.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a phoenix robe, like a graceful woman who was just married by a beautiful lady, standing quietly behind him, almost close to one another.
It's the ghost bride!
Crack! Click! Click! Click!
As the coffin exploded and flew away, the few incense sticks that fell to the ground were cut off.
Special spirit +1.
Special spirit +1.
Special spirit +1.
Special spirit +1.
Looking at four wisps of special spirit energy being absorbed by the human skin scriptures, Fang Zheng was happy at first and then surprised.
Four ray of special spirit energy, don't they correspond to the four people who carried the coffin? There is a problem with this incense stick.
Fang Zheng's first thought was that this incense is so evil, shouldn't it also come from the ghost incense on the "Seven-two Incense Book of the Devil"?
But before Fang Zheng could think deeply, the dead villagers around them had cheated collectively.
One by one, it turned into a headless fierce ghost with a thick sullen air.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The corpses of these headless villagers roared like wild beasts. The corpses of these headless villagers were engulfed like a black whirlwind. The black aura obscured the sky and the sun. One by one, it was like a group of wild beasts finally free from the shackles of their bodies. In their true colors, they all rushed to Fang Zheng's trio.
The young and middle-aged woman didn't wait for the ghost bride who was horrified behind Fangzheng, but faced the crowd of fierce ghosts coming out of the cage, the two hurriedly dealt with it in a panic.
I saw that young man's nails were sharp as daggers, puff!
The nails quickly cut the flesh and blood on the belly.
Reach out.
A blue and white porcelain bowl with a white background was taken out of his stomach.
Huh?
Fang Zheng let out a horrified cry, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the young man a few more times.
What kind of person would sew a blue and white porcelain bowl into his body? Actually, it doesn't affect body movements and vital signs at all?
The strange thing is.
The blue and white porcelain bowl seems to be not an ordinary blue and white porcelain bowl. When it was taken out of the belly by the young man, it was not stained with any blood.
The situation is critical, and the young man can't take care of it anymore. He has a long wound cut by his fingernails on his stomach.
Actually, there is no blood in the wound at all, and the intestines flow out, as if the stomach is empty, so even if the wound is not treated, the youth cannot die for the time being.
I saw that after the young man took out the blue and white porcelain bowl, he looked anxiously at the hundreds of dense ghosts around him. Among them were the Zheng family and the Liu family of the villagers in the decapitation village, and even Zheng Tongfang, whom Fang Zheng was familiar with. It's also in it.
The young man raised his palm and stroked the edge of the blue and white porcelain bowl.
The blue-and-white porcelain bowl, which is obviously rounded and not sharp, looks like a sharp knife at this time. It cuts a big gap at once, and immediately bloody.
A lot of blood flowed into the blue and white porcelain bowl.
Immediately disappeared again, without a drop left.
It's like...that blue and white porcelain bowl is sipping human blood.
Puff! puff! puff!
Every time a sip of human blood is drunk, the ancient cyan patterns on the surface of the blue and white porcelain bowl burst out with a cyan light, which then turns into a sky-filled cyan thread like sword silk, directly cutting the corpse of a headless villager into thousands of pieces. minced meat.
In a short time, three or four headless fierce ghosts were cut into pieces of meat by the blue silk thread.
Another blink.
Three or four headless fierce ghosts were cut into pieces of ground meat.
But in the death of these headless villagers, there was no ray of spirit rising, and Fang Zheng quickly noticed this detail.
Although the blue and white porcelain bowl is evil and powerful, it seems that it consumes a lot of the host.
It seems that the price is equal to the price paid!
The blood on the palm of the young man's palm has been flowing rapidly, and soon he lost too much blood and his face became pale.
After killing another twenty or thirty headless fierce ghosts, his face was not pale, but his face was as gray as death, climbing up to death, top-heavy, and it was a sign of excessive blood loss.
"I am about to lose too much blood to support it. My bowl needs a sacrifice of equivalent value before it can be sacrificed. To kill ghosts at the level of ghosts, you must sacrifice the flesh and blood of the night swimmer. As a sacrifice."
"There are too many of these fierce ghosts, I can't hold my blood alone, so you should come and sacrifice your own blood!"
The voice of the youth is faster than the other.
Originally, the middle-aged woman who saw the youth clean up the fierce ghosts very quickly and kept on the sidelines and was not in a hurry to take action. At this time, she heard that the youth was about to be unable to support her, so she finally stopped watching.
However, she did not put her fate in the hands of outsiders.
Neither did he put his fate in a bowl of dead creatures.
She glanced at the struggling youth and Fang Zheng, who had been calm and motionless, and the middle-aged woman also began to resort to desperate means.