Zhang Fan's face outside the villa was pale and full of deep exhaustion.
There was a scarlet pinch mark on his throat.
Apparently it was caused by the weird black shadow ghost before.
At this time, Zhang Fan was not in very good condition, and blood was still flowing from his nostrils.
"Huhu~"
Zhang Fan bent over and gasped for air.
After a few seconds, his injuries eased a lot.
"Wu Lin...let...the fat man out!"
Zhang Fan summoned Wu Lin again and asked her to release Wang Fugui who had been hidden in the mirror.
Wu Lin's figure was revealed, and her whole body was exuding green smoke. It seemed that she was seriously injured by Bai Tong in the battle just now.
Wu Lin released Wang Fugui from the black mirror and disappeared.
"Brother Fan...you...what are you doing?!"
Wang Fugui's figure appeared. He looked around and found that he was not at home at this time, but appeared on the street outside. Then there was a hint of surprise on his face, until he saw Zhang Fan's face was covered with blood, and he looked like he was going to die at any moment. When he looked like that, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
"Let's... get out of here quickly!"
"That person will chase you at any time!"
Zhang Fan panted heavily, his eyes filled with fear, and whispered.
He had never seen anyone as terrifying as the young man.
Not only did he possess Mingzhu, who could restrain Zhang Suya, but he also possessed the mysterious black shadow ghost. In addition, the white-clothed ghost that appeared at the end - the big-headed doll, to be honest, when Zhang Fan faced it, he felt a sense of disbelief in his heart. The frustration of being overmatched.
Originally, he thought that with the help of the two terrifying ghosts Zhang Suya and Wu Lin, he would have enough power to protect himself in the hell maze in the future.
After this battle, it seems that this is not the case now.
He was still too weak. If the power of the clown's red balloon hadn't suddenly exploded at the critical moment, they might really have died in the hands of the young man.
"Where should we go?!"
Wang Fugui asked with fear in his eyes.
This time, Wang Fugui suffered too much loss. Now that his Hua Laotie was dead, he was left with only one evil spirit, and it was impossible for him to survive in the maze of hell for much longer.
There are only 6 days left to return to the Hell Maze. Once he participates in the maze scene mission again, his mortality rate will increase significantly.
"Jingle Bell--"
Just when Wang Fugui looked desperate, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Wang Fugui was stunned for a moment when he heard the call, and realized that it was the call from the real master just now.
"Hello......."
Wang Fugui's voice was a little trembling. He was a little bit psychological about the phone call, and he was a little afraid that it was the scary young man calling.
"Where are you now? I've been waiting at the door of the villa for a long time, but no one came out to open the door!"
On the other end of the phone, Master Zhen's loud and deep voice came over.
"You said you were outside the door of the villa?"
After Wang Fugui heard this, his eyes were stunned, and then he said: "We are outside the gate of the villa now, why didn't I see you?!"
"I just waited at the door of the villa for a long time. When I saw that no one came out, I went to the small door on the other side. Since you are at the main door, I will come here to find you!"
The true master replied.
"Well...wait a minute!"
Wang Fugui suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly.
"What's wrong?!"
Master Zhen on the other end of the phone sounded a little confused when he heard the words.
"What's the name of the person you contact me on the Internet?"
Wang Fugui hesitated a little and asked suddenly.
"Why are you asking?"
The real master is a little confused.
"Don't worry about what you are doing, just tell me your online name!"
Wang Fugui whispered.
"Do you really want to say it?"
Master Zhen was silent for a moment.
"Nonsense, come on!"
Wang Fugui shouted lowly.
"A cloud to the west!"
Master Zhen didn’t want to offend Wang Fugui, a big benefactor, so he finally revealed his online name.
"Well, okay! I'm now sure that you are the real master!"
When Wang Fugui heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. The real master's online name was Xibian Yiyun.
It seems that this master is not a young man pretending to be.
"You come here now, we are waiting for you here!"
Wang Fugui said in a gentle tone.
"Yeah, okay!"
The true master responded.
About a few minutes later, at the corner of the street, a middle-aged man in slovenly clothes, with stubble on his face and messy hair strode out.
From far to near, they soon arrived at Zhang Fan and Wang Fugui.
As he approached, Zhang Fan and the two men could see clearly the appearance of the person coming. The next moment, their faces all suddenly showed shock.
Not only Zhang Fan and the others had horrified expressions on their faces, but even the slovenly middle-aged man looked confused for a moment.
"Holy crap! Why are you, you old bastard!"
"Made, are you two little bastards again?!"
At this moment, Zhang Fan, Wang Fugui, and the slovenly middle-aged man who arrived almost exclaimed in unison.
Because this sloppy middle-aged man is none other than the sloppy man he met in the horror scene before.
"It's a damn coincidence that his mother opened the door and arrived home!"
"You old bastard, we won't let you go this time!"
Wang Fugui showed uncontrollable anger on his face and shouted loudly.
In the villa, if that scary young man comes to the door, it is probably the secret leaked by this sloppy man.
In the maze scene, he was the only one who knew that Zhang Fan owned a red-clad ghost.
"Wu Lin!"
Zhang Fan did not dare to be careless and directly summoned Wu Lin.
The sloppy man in front of him should have a lot of trump cards, so he didn't dare to be careless.
As Zhang Fan summoned Wu Lin, Wu Lin's figure soon reappeared.
She held a black round mirror in both hands and pointed it at the slovenly man. A strange black mist with unknown ominousness gradually emerged from the entire mirror.
"Little bastard, you even brought out the Mirror Ghost. It seems that your methods are quite hidden!"
When the sloppy man saw Wu Lin, the mirror ghost, his eyes suddenly showed a hint of disbelief.
"Stop talking nonsense, today is the day you die!"
Zhang Fan didn't say anything polite to the sloppy man, he directly ordered Wu Lin to charge forward.
Seeing this scene, the sloppy man's mouth twitched.
He has done nothing now, except insulting them a few times in the shocking scene. Is he going to fight to the death with him now?
For a moment, he was a little confused.
"Leak out the fact that Brother Fan possesses the red-clothed ghost and have someone come over to assassinate us. You will die today!"
Wang Fugui looked fierce, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush forward and fight.
"What's the meaning?"
After listening, the look of confusion on the sloppy man's face became even more intense.
"You old bastard! Are you still here pretending to be crazy?!"
Wang Fugui raised his foot and kicked the sloppy man.
"Wow--"
But just when this kick was about to kick the sloppy man, the originally silent villa suddenly heard the sound of breaking glass.
The moment they heard the sound of breaking glass, Zhang Fan, Wang Fugui and the slovenly man subconsciously turned their heads and looked over.
The glass shattered, and the young man jumped out of the house in a panic.
At this time, the young man was covered in blood and in a state of embarrassment. His face was filled with unprecedented panic and fear. After he jumped down, he climbed over the wall desperately and ran towards the dark street in the distance.
At this point, he didn't even think about looking at Zhang Fan and the other two, and just ran away.
"He...he...what happened?!"
Wang Fugui was stunned when he saw the young man running away like crazy.
What happened to such a terrifying young man to be so frightened?
"Quick... hurry up, it's not a good place to stay for a long time!"
Looking at the young man's retreating figure, a strong sense of uneasiness emerged in Zhang Fan's heart.
It was as if a voice echoed in the bottom of his heart. If they didn't escape as soon as possible, something terrible would definitely happen.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Wang Fugui shivered all over.
"Let's go, my car is over here!"
Wang Fugui supported Zhang Fan, not daring to delay, and hurriedly walked towards the place where he parked the Lamborghini.
"Hey...wait for me!"
The sloppy man was not stupid. He knew that something weird and terrifying must have happened in the villa. Otherwise, how could Zhang Fan, who possessed the red-clothed ghost, be so frightened, so he hurriedly followed without thinking.
