Under the neon lights at night, Yin Zai, dressed in black, walked quickly past.
In the bustling crowd, a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest ended his performance early, took a few steps, and disappeared silently.
There is a talisman on the tall building and the fire is extinguished.
The sound of murderous footsteps came from the alley...
A hunt begins under the hustle and bustle of the city at night.
The guardian of this city showed its sharp fangs under the shadow to those unruly intruders.
apartment.
In a messy room, an elegant gentleman in a suit and bow tie is raising his knife and fork, preparing to enjoy his candlelight dinner.
On the chairs opposite, the original male and female owners of the house could only look at the scene in front of them with disbelief.
"Wow wow wow"
The baby's cry is loud and harsh.
Suddenly, the gentleman turned his head slightly and looked at the wall along the burning candle.
"If I remember correctly, sir, madam, are you two people?"
He seemed to be talking to himself, or asking about the couple.
But the two of them had long been sealed by a layer of beeswax as hard as cement, making them unable to make any movements or responses.
I can only look at this devil-like man in horror!
"How can two people have three shadows?"
The gentleman murmured. As soon as he realized something was wrong, he found that the candlelight on the table dimmed a bit, and the surrounding darkness seemed to suddenly come to life, twisting and moving closer to him.
"Damn it!"
The gentleman's calmness disappeared, and he swung his knife and slashed out a fierce sword aura.
It's a pity that the darkness was only cut open for a moment, and then completely submerged him...
"No--"
The screams stopped suddenly as soon as they started.
Xu Lei walked out of the shadow on the wall, sprinkled a little powder on the baby's cut hands, and shattered the beeswax on the men and women.
Without saying a word, he disappeared here.
Naturally, there are logistics personnel to handle the next steps.
…
Corner newsstand.
There were fewer and fewer pedestrians around, until finally, there was only a middle-aged boss with his head buried in reading a newspaper.
The originally lively place suddenly became deserted.
No matter how slow the boss was, he should have discovered the problem. He raised his head, raised his glasses, and looked around with confusion.
An old street lamp seemed to be flickering due to its age and poor contact.
Combined with the sudden disappearance of the crowd.
This scene is very strange.
The boss also seemed a little nervous. He closed the magazine and looked hesitant, as if he was deciding whether to close the stall early.
At this time, a crisp footsteps sounded.
There was an eerie stillness attached to everything around him.
The sound of the wind disappeared.
The noise in the distance was farther away.
It seemed like that was the only thing left in the world.
The boss looked along the sound, and when he saw the man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with deep eyes and a soft mouth under the night sky.
As if resigned to his fate, he gave up all movements and had a wry smile on his face.
"What virtue and ability can I have to allow a great master to come in person?"
Luo Ji didn't say a word and just continued to move forward. The sound of his neat footsteps was tainted with a hint of solemnity at a certain moment.
Then, a scream rang out under the newsstand, and then a large amount of blood strangely spilled out from the ground under the boss's feet.
"Now that you know it's me, you still want to run?"
The middle-aged man's face turned pale, showing deep resentment and unwillingness. Just now, his last hope was easily crushed, and the other party hadn't even officially taken action yet!
He just stamped his feet like he was crushing an ant.
"No……"
"Why, I obviously didn't do anything, but if I just step into your Jiangbei, will I die?"
"You Yin Cao, do you really want to be so overbearing?"
The steps suddenly stopped.
Luo Ji stopped not far from his boss, looked at him extremely calmly, and spoke in an indescribable indifferent tone.
"Ask the owner of this layer of skin on your body if he agrees to let you go?"
After speaking, he did not give the other party any chance to defend himself.
"Snapped"
He snapped his fingers.
"Snapped"
The boss's head was like a balloon, making a similar popping sound.
The headless corpse collapsed, and its skin became wrinkled, as if it was separated from the body.
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An abandoned building undergoing demolition.
The man wearing a sweatshirt with his head buried low had just returned home from a "sexual hunt" with a few fresh female little fingers in his pocket.
He was very vigilant. The place where he was hunting was in another urban area. It took him two hours of bus ride to return to his temporary residence.
Push open the old wooden door.
The man's pupils narrowed into a thin line.
The dimly lit living room was filled with figures with long hair standing one after another, their limbs twisted in weird ways, resembling various hideous forms of death.
"Ka-ka-ka"
The heads of each figure suddenly turned towards the door, with a strange look of pleading on their faces.
"Give it back to us...Give it back to us..."
"Please, give our fingers back... please?"
It can be vaguely seen that these women are missing a little finger on their hands.
The man in the sweatshirt stopped breathing, his expression changed, and without saying a word, he turned around and ran downstairs.
In his panic, he didn't realize that the corner of the stairs on the next floor was different from before. The ground was covered with bright red handwriting and all kinds of strange patterns.
Just step in.
A strong sense of numbness came over me, and electric current poured into my whole body.
"Thunder Legs!"
A scream rang in his ears, the wooden door next to him shattered, and a long leg with tremendous power was chopped off like a sharp axe.
"Gululu"
A head was thrown away.
In a sense, strange people are much more fragile than ghosts.
With the right sneak attack, it is not difficult to defeat the strong with the weak.
Chen Xue and Yang Chan walked out of the door and stabbed them a few more times. After confirming that the other party was dead, they searched the man in the sweatshirt and went upstairs to tear off the talismans from the plastic mannequins.
Just as he was about to leave, Chen Xue suddenly frowned: "What a strong Yin Qi!"
"careful!"
Yang Chan also discovered something, and the two of them carefully lay down by the window and looked outside.
The roof of another building in the same abandoned community.
Sister Hong and Lin Youwei also happened to have finished searching the body of an old woman. They were both C-level and chose a stronger opponent.
The four of them came together as a team.
"Weiwei..."
Sister Hong winked with a serious expression.
Lin Youwei had already realized it. The two looked at each other, squatted down, and quietly came to the edge of the roof, looking down.
Not only that, but across from the abandoned community, there were also strange people on some high-rise buildings looking warily at the street.
The sound of heavy objects being dragged came from afar.
Not long after, a man dragging a sledgehammer slowly walked out.
Everyone's breathing was stagnant at this moment.
Because in the night behind the man, there are countless terrifying figures, a headless old man, a large group of patients wearing strange hospital gowns, numb-looking villagers, doctors in blood-red coats...
They followed the man in various twisted and weird postures.
There are even terrifying human centipedes crawling on the outer walls of high-rise buildings like monsters, with their dark and horrifying gazes making people feel numb.
Hundreds of Ghosts at Night!
The sky-high resentment enveloped the entire street, terror and despair continued to spread, disasters screamed, and blood spread in the corners and alleys...
