Chapter 678 Unable to fight

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The left hand of the long-haired female corpse pierced his forehead, but Zhang Fan did not feel any pain, or even the slightest sensation.

When he heard Sister System's voice echoing in his mind, Zhang Fan's expression suddenly changed, with fear and uneasiness in his eyes.

He never expected that this female corpse could forcibly take out Sister System. This kind of supernatural power was many times more terrifying than the original dark ghost.

Moreover, Zhang Fan could not figure out why the female corpse wanted to take out his system. Hearing Sister System's voice become anxious and sharp, Zhang Fan had no choice but to do anything.

At this time, he could only move his left hand wearing the golden glove, so he subconsciously raised his left hand and clenched his fist, aimed at the female corpse's head, and smashed it hard.

"Bang!" With one punch, Zhang Fan almost used all his strength. I don’t know if it’s because of my own strength, or because of some other factor.

The face of the long-haired female corpse was suddenly dented by his punch, and a hole was made in her face, revealing the scene beneath her face.

There was no flesh and blood under her face, only countless hairs intertwining and surging wildly. Zhang Fan was frightened when he saw it.

Seeing that his attack had an effect, Zhang Fan took advantage of the victory and pursued it with another punch.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!" One punch, two punches and three punches, three punches were thrown down in one breath. The left hand of the female corpse that originally penetrated Zhang Fan's forehead was retracted due to the powerful impact of the fist, and the system was released along with it. sister.

Without the drag of the female corpse, the system sister quickly crawled back to the depths of Zhang Fan's mind, obviously frightened.

The long-haired female corpse was staggered by Zhang Fan's punches. She took a few steps back unnaturally and opened a distance of nearly one and a half meters from Zhang Fan.

Moreover, her entire face was completely damaged, as if made of paper, and the squirming hair on her head could be seen from the outside.

After repelling the female corpse, Zhang Fan gasped and looked at his left hand in disbelief, feeling a little surprised and horrified for a moment.

I didn't expect that such a terrifying host spirit would be knocked back by a few punches. It was really unbelievable.

However, he soon understood what was going on. The golden gloves worn on his hands must have played a key role, and it also proved that gold could indeed deal with the host spirit.

Moreover, they will not be invaded by their supernatural powers. Thinking of this, Zhang Fan suddenly had a bold idea. He immediately took off the backpack behind him and found the gold bar.

This gold bar was easily picked up by Nahui in the base station on the second floor. Looking at the gold bars in front of him, Zhang Fan suddenly thought of something, and his face showed excitement.

"I can actually move!" Zhang Fan was ecstatic. Because he found that he had just defeated the long-haired female corpse with his left hand, and the terrifying supernatural power that originally enveloped and restrained him had also disappeared.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, swallowed, picked up the gold bar in his right hand, rushed towards the long-haired female corpse, and swung it hard towards her head.

But he suddenly came closer, and the overwhelming black hair suddenly broke out from under the earth, rose up from the ground, and swept towards Zhang Fan violently.

It's just that when these countless hairs came close to Zhang Fan's left and right hands, they chose to avoid them, as if they didn't want to be contaminated by the gold on them, so they chose to attack from other parts of him.

"Boom!!" After an earth-shattering explosion, Zhang Fan's whole body was swept directly by countless hairs on his chest, sending him flying dozens of meters away, and he fell heavily onto the cold and damp wall. superior.

His body slid weakly against the wall and fell to the ground. Zhang Fan could no longer bear the explosion of injuries and spat out a large mouthful of blood with a loud sound, looking extremely depressed.

Not only that, under the frontal impact just now, the gold bar he was holding tightly in his right hand was lost and fell somewhere.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan became even more convinced that the host spirit was indeed afraid of gold, otherwise he would not have knocked the gold bar from his right hand away immediately.

Although he is afraid of gold, it does not mean that Zhang Fan can use gold to defeat the opponent. After all, he is a parasitic spirit that controls a ghost hand. Such terrifying strength is no joke.

Perhaps the power she currently possesses, even if two red-clothed ghosts join forces, is definitely not enough.

Zhang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He planned to take advantage of this moment to be able to move and escape quickly, but just when he stood up and wanted to take a step, he found that he could not move again.

The terrifying supernatural power that weighed down the mountain and bound his hands and feet appeared again. Not only that, when Zhang Fan looked up, he found a long-haired female corpse dozens of meters away. She stretched out her left hand and waved slightly.

With one move, Zhang Fan felt that his body began to lose control, flew upside down, and was forcefully sucked in.

This feeling is like that of an ordinary person with no strength, facing a martial arts master who knows the legendary star-absorbing method, and can't help himself.

While Zhang Fan was being sucked in by the long-haired female corpse, he eventually spit out a large amount of black hair, causing his body's pain to reach the extreme.

It seemed that the long-haired female corpse didn't even need to touch his face to kill him. She could use the power of black hair to torture and kill him.

While he was spitting out a large amount of black hair, Zhang Fan also felt a chill in his clothes, and there was a cold and stiff palm that was constantly groping.

The hand groped upwards from his abdomen, climbed up to his stomach, climbed up to his chest, and finally came to his neck and pinched him directly.

Zhang Fan glanced down and saw a burnt black and smelly left hand of a man appearing here.

After grabbing his neck with his left hand, an unimaginable force suddenly burst out from above, trying to strangle Zhang Fan to death on the spot.

Zhang Fan wanted to speak, but his throat and mouth were filled with thick black hair, and his voice couldn't express anything at all.

"Are you going to die?" Zhang Fan felt desperate. His left hand desperately touched the hand holding his neck, trying to break free.

Just as soon as it came into contact, the burnt black and smelly left hand seemed to be stimulated by something and became harder.

"Creak-" There was a slight sound of bone friction coming from the joints of Zhang Fan's neck bones, and it was obvious that they were about to break.

Zhang Fan's eyeballs gradually turned white upwards, and black hair came out from the eye sockets. His body was still uncontrollably sucked towards the long-haired female corpse.

Whether it was being attracted to the long-haired female corpse who touched her face and killed him, or the chokehold crisis at this time, there was nothing he could resist more.

Without the help of any evil ghosts and parasitic spirits, Zhang Fan was too fragile. He was as fragile as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with no ability to fight back.

At such a critical moment of life and death, suddenly, a deafening roar of monsters came one after another from all directions of the fifth-floor base.

Immediately afterwards, the ground at the base station shook, and a strong smell of blood suddenly filled the air.

As the roar of the monster appeared and the smell of blood filled the air, the terrifying body spirit that was about to kill Zhang Fan suddenly stopped what it was doing.

Whether it was the black hair that was surging wildly inside Zhang Fan's body or the charred hands that were holding him, they all dissipated and faded away like the tide.

"Plop!" Zhang Fan fell from the air and fell on an iron frame. He gasped in pain and his back was wet with cold sweat.