ash. The ashes of paper money fell from the night sky like goose feathers and heavy snow. Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan frowned slightly but quickly relaxed it again, raising a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Not bad power, but...you may have made a mistake."
"This oil paper painting of yours is not the real body. If you want to measure my current strength, you are still not qualified." Zhang Fan smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and waved slowly.
With a wave of his hand, the sky was filled with ashes, which were immediately wiped away by the terrifying unknown force. Even the oil-paper painting in John Stankin's hand began to collapse and dissipate, as if it could not stop Zhang Fan's terrifying supernatural power.
As the oil paper painting continued to dissipate, the woman in the red wedding dress inside began to approach the world in the painting at an extremely fast speed, as if she wanted to get out of it and invade the world of the City of Night.
She walked slowly but quickly. Soon, in just one breath, I came to the edge of the oil paper painting, as if if I took just one more step, I would completely reach reality.
She seemed to have her own consciousness, aware that the oil-paper painting was being erased by an unknown supernatural power as the carrier of the medium, and her desire to come to reality became even stronger.
As she continued to struggle, her originally lowered head was slightly raised, her eyes filled with coldness and numbness, and she looked at Zhang Fan.
But... the moment she saw Zhang Fan's face clearly, her body suddenly froze and stopped moving, no longer invading reality.
About a moment later, the woman sighed quietly, and her body began to retreat unconsciously, as if she was escaping, or due to some strange pattern, she gave up the attack.
In the blink of an eye, she returned to the room with the third window on the right side of the second floor of the high-rise building and stood silently.
At the same time, this oil paper painting was completely erased by a terrifying supernatural force, leaving not even a trace.
"This...how is it possible?!" John Stankin took a breath, completely shocked.
He never expected that his most heaven-defying spirit would not even dare to show up in front of the other party.
What happened? really? While he looked surprised, Zhang Fan was still smiling, but this time, he didn't say anything, but snapped his fingers.
The sound of fingers echoed, and John Stankin's body suddenly stiffened, and he immediately fell to the ground and died. He died suddenly, without even the slightest response.
After his death, Zhang Fan slowly came to his body. His right hand was shrouded in the power of the dream demon, flashing with a strange white mosaic aura, which soon penetrated into John Stankin's head.
After groping for a while, Zhang Fan took out a rusty coffin nail in less than a moment. After looking at it twice, Zhang Fan took back the system backpack.
After doing this, Zhang Fan's body took a few steps back uncontrollably. The new body spirit behind him suddenly dissipated, turned into a shadow, and fell vertically to the ground.
As the light in Zhang Fan's eyes dimmed. He looked dazed for a while and couldn't help but shudder.
When he came to his senses, he smiled helplessly.
"Is the time over?" Zhang Fan smiled and then stretched. But...at this moment, a mass of thick black hair suddenly came out of his mouth.
Not only that, black hair began to overflow crazily from his eyes, nostrils, ears, or the sweat pores on his body.
In addition, the dark ghost figure behind him was squirming crazily, showing signs of getting up on its own.
At the same time, Zhang Fan's expression quickly became cold and gloomy, insensitive, and devoid of any human emotion.
At first glance, it looks like a walking corpse. Because after the ten seconds of invincibility arrived, the supernatural balance between the host spirits controlled by him was instantly broken.
It can be said that at this moment, Zhang Fan ushered in the terrifying resurrection of the host spirit. Now, the dark ghost and the ghost, these two inhabiting spirits, have begun a supernatural confrontation in Zhang Fan's body.
No matter which side wins, Zhang Fan will die from the terrifying resurrection of the parasitic spirit. Now, the only thing that can be done is to find a way to maintain balance as soon as possible and let the two parasitic spirits die.
In this way, Zhang Fan had a chance to survive. But Zhang Fan was not surprised by this, it could be said that it was all within his expectation.
Perhaps, the host spirit controlled by other survivors would surely revive in terror. But he wasn't too worried.
Because there are not only two ghosts and ghosts in his body, he also has a ghost heart and the power of the dream demon.
Zhang Fan can control the power of the dream demon to drive the ghost heart to help balance the ghost shadow and the ghost.
Just like the power supply of a computer, it provides power to each functional component. And this ghost heart is the computer power supply.
...After a long time, the black hair around Zhang Fan's body was retracted into the body without a trace. Even the dark ghosts on the ground stopped squirming and returned to their normal state again.
The restlessness that belonged to the resurgence of terror was finally suppressed. The supernatural is temporarily balanced. Of course, only temporarily.
Once he uses the power of the host spirit next, he will usher in a terrifying resurgence. Zhang Fan already had a way to deal with this, which was to make a wish to the Wishing Lake to solve the horrific resurrection after returning to the human world.
I just sacrificed a hundred devils to it. I guess this alone should be enough for it to fulfill its wish.
Zhang Fan clenched his fists and felt a real sense of fulfillment. He raised the corners of his mouth and walked towards the distance.
Now that the biggest threat in this maze scene has been resolved, all we have to do is wait for the mission to end.
Just after taking two steps forward, Zhang Fan looked back at John Stankin's body and said with a smile, "How long will I have to pretend to be dead?"
"I didn't think you would die so easily." After saying this, John Stankin's body, which had fallen on the ground, suddenly shook a few times, and then he struggled to get up and stared at Zhang with a shocked expression. Fan was speechless for a long time.
For a long time, he frowned and asked, "How do you know I'm not dead?"
"It's okay, I just said it casually, but... now you can... die!" Before he finished speaking, John Stankin only felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, appearing out of thin air, As if he noticed something strange, he hurriedly looked back and saw a dark vicious dog, dozens of meters in size, appearing out of thin air.
This evil dog is completely black, burning with rich black energy. Its eyes are blood-colored and there is no emotion in them, just like a ferocious devil coming from the depths of hell.
"Ah -" John Stankin screamed, but before he could react, the vicious dog suddenly opened its mouth and bit his body into pieces, chewed it several times, and swallowed it directly into its belly.
"Today's young people are really interesting. Are they just trying to measure my strength with this piece of junk?" Zhang Fan laughed dumbly, shook his head, threw something on the ground, and crushed it with his feet. Then he strode towards the distance.
With the help of the bloody moonlight, he looked at the trampled item. Then you will find that the item that was trampled to pieces is a halo of shining golden light.
It's strikingly John Stankin's protagonist halo. Now, he was crushed to pieces by Zhang Fan. After Zhang Fan left, the huge vicious dog also disappeared.
