Severe pain!
It was as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his internal organs at the same time.
Dean clutched his chest and sat down on the ground, rolling his eyes and falling into a brief daze.
But Alexander did not pursue immediately.
"boom!"
The glass breaks!
The searchlight that radiated dazzling light toward the hall was hit by a force and exploded.
The light fades.
The surrounding environment returned to darkness.
Sharp glass shards flew in all directions, and one of them scratched Dean's left cheek, pulling out a slender bloody opening as long as his index finger near the cheekbone.
The coolness that penetrated his flesh instantly woke him up from the severe pain. He clutched his chest and stood up with his back pressed against the wall.
He glanced at the dark living room.
A thought!
The shadow of the past jumped out of his body and tried his best to stay away from the tablet in his hand. He resisted the noise with difficulty and pushed the tape recorder playing music not far away back to Dean.
Dean put the tape recorder on his shoulder and let the rushing music drive away the panic in his heart.
All this happens in just one breath.
"Shadow" suddenly sensed the danger and rushed straight out into the darkness!
Not far away.
boom!
The air explodes!
It hit a hard wall of air, and the originally hazy human shape was instantly squeezed into a dark sphere by the huge impact.
A strong air current swept through the air, and ripples spread in all directions, like ripples on a calm lake.
Dean once again brought the plank to his eyes, and was shocked to find that the "shadow" was clinging to the ferocious-looking Alexander, stalemate in mid-air.
boom--
The next second, the two ghosts ran rampant through the hall at a dizzying speed, creating an incredible chaos.
Bang!
The old chandelier on the ceiling was swept away by an invisible force, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces. A large piece of crystal glass shards spread on the floor!
Kaz!
The TV screen suddenly exploded, and the entire chassis fell off the counter. Two forces used it as a target to lift it into the air, and collided and impacted it left and right. After a few breaths, it disintegrated into a pile of parts and wires.
Ping!
Several rusty kitchen knives and table forks flew into the air, crackling and poking at each other. Large dazzling cold lights dodged and danced in the air, and little sparks flickered like stars in the night sky.
There were gusts of wind in the living room, the walls exploded, and there were harsh explosions, whistling, roaring, and pinging sounds in the air.
The various furnishings in the hall were changed beyond recognition by the ghosts attacking from both ends, as if they had been washed by heavy rain and floods.
Their fighting power has exceeded the limits of ordinary people.
Dean, who was watching the battle with a wooden board, could not keep up with the speed and could only barely capture two entangled black shadows.
The Colt on the other hand was unable to aim.
It was too late to even give orders to the "Shadow", so it could only fight on instinct!
The gap is too big to intervene!
Dean gritted his teeth, glanced at the corridor not far away, leaned over and rushed over.
He was wearing a dark blue cotton coat, carrying a radio on his shoulder, and playing loud music in his ears. He was like a soldier carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder sprinting through the trench with loud gunfire, rescuing his fellow soldiers——
Alvin was dragged up to the second floor by another ghost. He had no "shadow" to protect him. He was in danger and urgently needed support!
But Dean had just taken one step up the stairs.
A strong wind came from the back of my head.
He lowered his head instinctively.
boom!
The house shook violently.
A huge shadow passed over his neck, and the black sofa in the living room was thrown over by an invisible force. It hit the wooden stairs hard, breaking a large piece of wood, blocking Dean's ability to go upstairs. Through the road.
Dean turned to the left with lingering fear, and then his pupils shrank——
"Shadow" ended the battle in a hurry and fled back to him.
But its originally solid body became illusory and transparent, and conveyed a feeling of extreme weakness.
The normal summoning time is six and a half minutes, and the fierce battle has only lasted half a minute, and "Shadow" will soon be unable to hold on.
"Shet!"
At this time, Dean could no longer hold back.
Summon the shadow behind you to destroy the sofa blocking the road.
He took out his pistol, gritted his teeth and fired a tracer bullet into the corner of the living room.
Boom!
Tracer rounds ignited the gasoline.
The flames instantly ignited the wooden floor at the edge of the living room.
The jumping firelight tore through the darkness and quickly circled around the living room.
The crackling wooden boards formed a red wall of fire, tightly surrounding the ghost of Alexander Raphael.
…
"You actually used the whole house as a trap?"
"You want to die with me?"
Several frightened voices sounded from behind the scorching flames. The voices echoed layer by layer and were so penetrating that they actually suppressed the noise of the tape recorder.
Dean raised the board and took a look.
Alexander Raphael was shrinking his body under his wide black robe into a ball, trying his best to avoid the flames coming out of the surroundings.
very good.
The flames worked, and the arrangement was not in vain!
But Dean didn't wait for any further action.
Alexander suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a blast of wind, pressing it against the flames in front of Dean.
The scorching wall of fire was rolled up by the strong wind, and it suddenly bent down and clung to the ground, turning bright and dim, as if it would go out at any moment.
But the strong wind came and went quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The flames that could not be extinguished came back, carrying a large amount of gasoline arranged by Dean, and rose more violently, rolling upwards like boiling water vapor in an iron pot, licking up to the ceiling!
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline and the smell of burnt wooden wallpaper.
Dean covered his nose.
An unwilling roar came from the other side.
"Okay, crafty boy."
"I won't kill you yet, but you have to answer me a question honestly!"
"You, with the body of an ordinary person, have some spiritual talent, but you have not been able to awaken your spiritual vision."
"How can you control a ghost? The great Alexander Raphael does not possess such power."
"Who do you think you are? What secrets do you have?"
"You want to know? Then let's make a deal."
Dean continued to retreat and pointed the Colt's gun at the gasoline barrel placed quietly beside the coffee table on the left side of the living room - "Shadow" pointed out through telepathy that Alexander was nearby.
After the medium became a ghost, although he possessed various magical abilities, his intelligence seemed to be impaired.
He failed to notice that the danger was around him. Of course, it could also be that he was too arrogant.
"Tell me about it." A hoarse voice came from the air.
"First send me the souls of Alvin and Panon intact." Dean said, "I'll tell you the secret."
"Ho ho! Boy, why don't you throw the tablet over first, and then tell me the secret of your control of ghosts, and I will release them."
The voice was full of desire and a hint of fear.
Dean couldn't help but clenched the teardrop-shaped wooden board in his hand after hearing this.
Alexander actually asked for the tablet first. This thing must be more important than the secret of his control of ghosts.
It will definitely come in handy!
Never agree!
"Dear Master Psychic, we respectfully summoned you to the real world and offered you candles and incense, but you launched an attack without permission." Dean started to stall for time, "Shouldn't you show your sincerity first? "
"Ho ho."
There was a dark wind in the living room.
"You were a master psychic who was admired by the world during your lifetime. You should be equally wise, wise, generous and generous after your death."
"Don't flatter me, boy!"
"This is true. There is no undying hatred between you and me, and no irreversible consequences have been caused. How about we sit down and negotiate peacefully and friendly?"
The fire spread faster than Dean expected. Before he knew it, he was covered in hot sweat and his skin was burned red and stinging.
Worst of all, the massive smoke from the burning boards began to affect his vision and breathing, which was more dangerous than the flames.
Only then did he realize that he had made a huge oversight - he forgot to buy a fire mask.
However, his efforts to delay time worked, and the "shadow" used its last remaining heat to blow the sofa blocking the road behind him into two halves, and then returned to his body in the form of a wisp of black smoke.
The windows in the stairway corridor were opened to let in fresh air.
The path to the second floor is also open again!
"Lots of nonsense!"
Surrounded by flames, Alexander's impatient voice about to explode rang out,
"I'll make the decision. I'll help you break away from the shackles of the body and embrace eternal life. Then you can obediently hand over the secrets and the altar!"
"Dream! Go to hell, old dog!"
Dean kicked off his feet, bent his body like a folding bed and jumped back. His buttocks nimbly got into the middle of the sofa that was divided into two halves. At the same time, he linked his index fingers and fired continuously at the gasoline barrel!
boom!
boom!
Tracer bullets pierce gasoline barrels.
Boom!
The echoes of the explosion spread throughout the first-floor hall, the wooden walls tilted and the floor exploded.
The wildly rolling flames were like ocean waves, instantly covering Alexander nearby.
Wreathed in flames, the severely injured old ghost screamed loudly, and the remaining window glass around the hall shattered.
Dean, who was running upstairs, paused and covered his eardrums with his hands that stung as if they had been shot through.
The tape recorder in his arms fell to the ground, rolling down the stairs into the flames behind him, and the music stopped suddenly.
At the same time, several burning wooden floors in the hall were forcibly lifted up by an invisible force, flipped up and down, flew to the stairs and extinguished the wall of fire!
And Alexander Raphael roared and flew out of the sea of fire, with a circle of rapidly rotating and gleaming blades, and shot towards Dean who was escaping to the second floor!
