"Is that all?"
Wang Ye glanced around casually, feeling a little confused.
Logically speaking, how could such a thing kill the superpowers of the Tian group?
After all, they are all people who have experienced the eternal night twice, so they will not be too stupid.
Xiao Wu was like stepping on a balloon, popping the heads on the ground one by one.
On the ground, the distance between the row of bloody footprints and Wang Ye was getting closer and closer.
A slight chill came over me.
It seemed that a pair of invisible hands suddenly grabbed his neck, and a pair of bloody handprints appeared on his neck.
Is it transparent?
Wang Ye thought for a moment, and at the same time stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him.
Didn't feel blocked.
nothingness?
Between reality and fiction?
Wang Ye could clearly feel that there was indeed a pair of hands pinching his neck, and they were getting harder and harder.
But I took the initiative to test it, but found nothing.
No wonder the superpowers of the Tian group are in trouble.
Wang Ye let the hands pinch him and calmly took out a cassock from the bag and put it on himself.
What a coincidence, this cassock can also put people between reality and reality.
Sure enough, after putting on the cassock, a faint humanoid outline appeared in Wang Ye's sight.
This man's hands were much longer than ordinary people's, full of a sense of incongruity, and they were tightly pinching his neck.
"It will be easier if I can meet you."
Wang Ye took out the Ghost Sword and slashed at the arm.
With a muffled sound after entering the flesh, one of the ghost's arms suddenly fell to the ground. This result was obviously something he did not expect.
Without giving him time to react, Wang Ye took two steps forward and leaned into his arms. Then he turned his back on the guest and raised his hands to grab his throat and lift him up.
Keep exerting force on your hands.
The ghost's feet were off the ground and he kept struggling.
The severed arm on the ground also squirmed unwillingly, came to Wang Ye's side, and firmly grabbed Wang Ye's ankle.
only...
This level of attack is a bit childish for Wang Ye...
"So, without the protective umbrella of nothingness, is it not even as good as an ordinary ghost soldier?"
Muttering to himself, Wang Ye completely lost his curiosity about this ghost.
Take out the soul lamp and seal it.
Looking at the rotten corpses, bloody walls, and stench in the room, Wang Ye opened the door and left without any sigh.
If you see more, you will naturally not have too many emotions.
Besides, someone who can be deceived by such a stupid phone call doesn't have a high IQ.
Less than ten minutes after Wang Ye left, investigators came to the room one after another, skillfully took out body bags one after another, packed the bodies, and at the same time put away all the minced meat residue, and finally took out a bottle without any stickers on it. Label spray, spray it across the room.
After everything was done, a group of people exited in an orderly manner and put a seal on the door.
…
Back to the street.
At this time, the entire capital was in panic.
Countless people were running away frantically, and some even yelled at Tianzhu, asking why no one had come to rescue them until now.
In the corner, a scorekeeper has a panoramic view of everything and counts everything.
To Wang Ye's surprise, ordinary people finally started to fight back.
Wang Ye also knew this ordinary person. During the Everlasting Night, he once gave this man a golden pistol.
At this time, this young man was standing in front of several old people with firm eyes. The bullets in his pistol seemed to have been shot out, and he threw it to the ground. He held a machete tightly in his hand and looked around cautiously.
And beneath his feet lay a ghost.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, this thing can be killed!"
The young man wiped the blood from his face, looked around and shouted.
But many passers-by looked at him as if they were mentally retarded, and instead ran faster.
Fortunately...
After all, some people calmed down, picked up the weapons around them, hugged themselves into a group, and started to resist.
"Is this Zhang Ziliang's purpose?"
"Ordinary people today are still too dependent on Tianzhu."
"Without the protection of Tianzhu, they will be killed by countless ghosts using the most brutal methods, just like the most common food."
And this is just a corner of the street.
Throughout Shangjing City, countless supernatural events continue to occur, but the plots are relatively cliché and most of them have been popularized by science.
For a time, the sound of wailing spread throughout Shangjing City.
Little did he know that the same thing was happening in all ten cities of Tianzhu.
With the power of the acting team leader, Zhang Ziliang did not hesitate to consume a lot of resources and make drastic changes!
"You transferred me here on purpose just to arrange this incident?"
On the phone, Yang Chen suppressed his inner anger and said word by word: "Many people still have a chance to save, but this is too arbitrary!"
Zhang Ziliang held the phone and said calmly: "You overestimate yourself."
"I don't have time to wait for them to grow up. Now I am the acting team leader. You are just an employee. Enjoy your vacation."
With that said, Zhang Ziliang put down the phone and frowned deeply as he looked at the analysis reports that kept coming.
The data is so bad!
This is just a simulation of a relatively ordinary and common supernatural event, and it can be solved by ordinary people as long as they are brave and careful.
There are even many parts of it that have been constantly popularized.
Even so, these ordinary people are at a loss and can only keep calling the sky team for help.
It seems that without the Tian group of superpowers, they have no ability to take care of themselves at all.
Fortunately... there is still a group of people who quickly learned to adapt and began to fight back as a team.
Putting those with high ratings in a separate document, Zhang Ziliang stood up, lit a cigarette, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked into the distance with no joy or sadness.
Li Xinghe's paternalistic way of dealing with things is too gentle...
Mild to a terrifying degree.
Tianzhu can resist them for a while, but can they really resist them for the rest of their lives?
What Zhang Ziliang wants to see is the Tianzhu of the human race!
Rather than the human race of Tianzhu!
It's such a simple truth. Changes during the period require blood.
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