Dark attic.
The dull air smelled of decay.
A force twisted Alvin's neck and lifted his body slowly towards the beam and roof.
He kicked around with his feet in the air and pulled his neck desperately with both hands, but the cold and biting force was like steel pliers, almost crushing his bones.
Unable to resist.
Only about ten seconds.
His face turned from red to pale, his eyes protruded, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue unconsciously, his brain began to lack oxygen, and his vision became blurred.
Fear and unwillingness came to my heart.
No!
How could I die without seeing Panon?
boom!
Suddenly there was a huge earthquake-like sound below the attic.
Alvin's troubled spirit perked up and he immediately realized that it was Dean fighting Alexander on the first floor.
So who was choking him in the attic?
He thought of a possibility, as if he had grasped a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.
Emotions are running high!
The heart was beating fast, and adrenaline injected strength into the body that was on the verge of suffocation.
He released his hands from pulling on his neck, took out a water gun filled with gasoline from the pocket of his cotton coat with his left hand, and took out a lighter with his right hand.
Aim forward and spray fuel and ignite.
A wailing fire burst out in mid-air.
The strength in the neck is gone.
Alvin landed heavily on the black bed in the attic, holding his chest and greedily breathing in the fresh air, and raised his head.
An irregular flame jumped up in the air in panic.
"Is that you, Panon?"
Alvin shouted excitedly, but the will-o'-the-wisp went out.
The invisible force strikes again.
He rolled embarrassedly to the left side of the attic, hid behind the dark bed, and turned around to look for his relatives who had been away for many years, but the ghosts could not be seen with the naked eye.
"Don't you recognize me? We are brothers."
The only response he received was the sharp whistling that rushed through the air again and again.
He fled left and right in a panic, swiped the funny water gun in his hand, drew a line of oil on the board in front of him, and lit it.
The flames created a red trench gushing with heat, blocking the attacking ghost.
"We lived together for twenty years."
Alvin stared into the void through the flames and recounted his memories,
"Do you still remember, when I was studying, the first thing I did when I came home from school every day was to play football with you. You kept the goal and I kicked the ball. You would deliberately let me score a few goals every time."
"The school football captain called you a fool and a freak. To vent my anger on you, I beat him up hard and secretly threw a snake into his cabinet to make him cry in front of his girlfriend. What a fool!”
…
The wooden walls around the attic began to burn, sparks crackled and the temperature rose rapidly.
The thick smoke made Alvin cough repeatedly.
But the ghost showed no mercy and overturned more than two hundred pounds of black bed and threw it on him.
The flames spread everywhere.
With nowhere to run, Alvin screamed, his right ankle was bent backwards, and the broken bone pierced the skin and came out.
Blood rushes.
The severe pain caused a snake-like hissing sound in his throat, and he almost fainted from the pain.
despite this,
He still had a pale face and spoke in a broken voice,
"You have to listen to a bedtime story every night before going to bed...ahem...one time I told the story of my brother."
"You said... we don't want to be like the king's brothers in the story who fought for the crown to death. We are worse than enemies... we want to live together in harmony forever, caring for, accompanying, and protecting each other."
"You did. When the car hit me, you stood in front of me and protected me."
The sound stopped suddenly.
A force hit Alvin's nose mercilessly, causing it to explode like a ripe tomato, and the spray of blood dyed half of his face and his beard red.
Alvin fell backwards, dizzy.
The blood gushing out of his nose rolled to his eye sockets, blurring his vision.
His neck was grabbed again.
He pressed harder than before, dragging him like a dead dog, whimpering and sliding against the ground, his broken ankle dragging a bloody path on the floor.
He was lifted up against the wall again.
The cervical vertebrae made a clicking sound as if they were misaligned.
Alvin struggled to open his swollen eyes, raised his right hand and pointed the water gun filled with gasoline into the air in front of him.
But the moment he pulled the trigger, he let go of his hand and let the weapon fall.
Staring at the void in front of him, his eyes were filled with guilt, and deep self-blame came from his throat.
"But I broke my promise and didn't protect you...David asked me to take care of you, but I left you alone. I selfishly abandoned a family...I deserve to die!"
Cold tears slid down his cheeks, and Alvin used his last strength to open his hands and hug the empty form in front of him.
"Feel sorry…"
Boom!
There was a violent explosion downstairs, followed by screams of pain.
The cry was so loud.
The walls trembled, beams cracked, and flames burst out!
Alvin, who was hiding in the attic, felt a stinging pain in his eardrums.
The ghost in front of him loosened his hands like a power-off machine and froze in place.
Alvin landed on the ground with a narrow escape and turned his eyes.
At this moment——
Tears and blood mixed on his pupils, and the two ordinary substances had a magical reaction.
He blinked.
A figure emerged from the originally empty darkness.
Wearing a black robe, he was suspended in mid-air, his body flickering like an unstable current, with black dotted lines jumping around him.
The face under the hood is very similar to Alvin, with a straight nose bridge and slightly thick lips, but he looks older than Alvin, with deep nasolabial folds and crow's feet, a raised mountain-like ravine on his forehead, and half of his brown hair has turned gray.
Good changes are taking place in him.
The eyes changed from pitch black to sea-like blue, and the ferocious and twisted facial features also returned to calm and tranquility.
Panon, my brother, you are getting old too.
Alvin stared blankly at this strange yet familiar face, his lips trembling, and he was too excited to speak.
Panon turned around quickly, and an invisible force lifted the heavy black bed into the air.
It hit him in a flash.
Several muffled bangs.
The huge black bed is like the earth that has been dried and cracked by the sun. Countless cracks have been opened in an instant.
Then it shattered into a sky full of dry cement, scattered on the burning wooden floor of the attic.
Thick smoke billows.
A horrifying mummy with only a layer of skin left fell down.
Not even an inch of hair.
The face and muscles are sunken and darkened.
His eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all sewn shut with needles and thread.
The only piece of skin that was still intact was densely tattooed with mysterious black characters, exuding a creepy and evil aura.
All this happened in just a few seconds. After the mummy landed on the ground, the ghost's expression changed again. The eyes looking at Alvin turned pure black, shooting out a malicious light and cold murderous intention.
But he didn't take action.
His translucent cheeks showed an expression of struggle, and his body expanded and contracted, as if it would disintegrate at any time.
"That devil Alexander... ahem... harmed you... poured you into cement and manipulated you?"
Alvin asked anxiously,
"What should I do, Panon? Ahem...how can I help you?"
The ghost's gaze turned to the surrounding flames, and then to the mummy.
Alvin understood instantly. He grinned and supported the seriously injured body, dragged the mummy, threw it into the fire, and then threw the water gun filled with gasoline in.
Boom!
The fire was booming.
The flames burned flesh and skin.
The grease melts.
Smoke filled the air.
The pungent smell of gasoline, burning wood, and barbecue were mixed together.
The smoke made it difficult for Alvin to breathe. He desperately covered his mouth and nose with a cotton jacket, but it was no use.
His body was shaky.
But as those evil symbols were burned to ashes by the flames.
In his pupils where blood and tears were mixed, Panon's ghost underwent a series of changes instantly.
It was as if he had traveled through time, his lifeless black robe and terrifying face had faded away, and he had put on a young and energetic gray sportswear.
The illusory body quickly became thin and flexible, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, and the gray hair returned to pure brown. He returned to his childish appearance of twelve or thirteen years old like a child.
Those bright blue eyes looked at Alvin.
Just like twenty-eight years ago, it is full of love, dependence, and longing for my family.
Panon rushed towards Alvin, hugged him tightly with his translucent hands, and shouted with a cry,
"Uuuu, Ami... Ami... I have been waiting for you for a long time... ten, twenty years... you are finally back, you are finally home."
Panon's voice was stuttering and stiff at first, but soon became smooth and full of emotion, and his boyish face was covered with translucent tears.
"Woo...I have learned to wash clothes, cook, go to the supermarket, clean the house...talk and communicate with people."
"I won't hold you back anymore, don't leave me... don't leave me alone, I'm afraid, I'm afraid."
Alvin stared at the face that was familiar to the depths of his soul. At this moment, their blood, souls, and emotions were closely connected.
"No, Panon...you are not a burden, you are not a burden! You are my brother!"
Sparks crackled and exploded, illuminating Alvin's red face.
"I'm sorry for you. I shouldn't have abandoned you, left you alone, suffered so much injustice, and let you be killed by an old man."
"But I'm back...ahem...our brothers are reunited again."
The attic was blazing with flames, and everything was surrounded by firelight.
The way to survive is cut off.
But in the strong firelight and misty smoke, Alvin was so smoked that his eyes were red with tears of relief and excitement.
"My brother...ahem...we can go play football together, go to the amusement park together...beat those little bastards who spit shit together...In the end, we will leave together."
"I'll take you to David, to visit your mother who we've never met, and we'll reunite the family!"
"Ami!" Panon nodded desperately, staring at him with illusory eyes,
"I'm here, I swear to you! Ahem..." Alvin hugged the mist-like cold body and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs, "I will never abandon you again... "
"We will never be apart again."
"Ami, Ami."
Crunch——
The beams that were on fire under the roof were burned and fell suddenly in the suffocating hot wind. The golden flames continued to expand in Alvin's pupils.
"my brother…"
Alvin murmured, feeling a strong warmth wrap around him, with a smile of relief and relief,
Completely plunged into darkness.
…
In the corridor.
Dean threw a gasoline barrel toward the stairs behind him, causing the gunfire to ignite.
Explosions roared.
The stairs completely collapsed, a big hole opened in the ceiling, glass poured from the window frame, and red flames spread crazily.
Dean's breath froze, he turned around without hesitation, and ran to the second floor almost crawling.
The corridor suddenly shook.
A piercing scream came from behind.
Dean threw himself to the side and rolled to the ground at the last second to avoid the hot wood flying behind him. A flying knife passed by his thigh and drew a ravine on the floor.
He rolled outside the door of the bedroom on the left, hid behind the wooden door, and raised his head to take a look.
A large piece of wood was manipulated by invisible forces and suspended in mid-air in violation of physical rules. It was ignited by the explosion just now, spewing flames, and there was a sharp knife and fork in the flames surrounding it to form a roulette of death!
A pair of pure black eyes glanced behind the roulette wheel, like the gaze of hell.
brush--
A piece of burning prismatic wood flew over and hit the wooden door where Dean was hiding. The wooden door suddenly split in half, separated from the door frame, and scattered on the ground with blazing flames.
escape!
Facing a psychic-level ghost, shooting and fighting... were completely ineffective.
The flames couldn't hit Alexander who was hiding behind layers of wooden boards!
With almost nothing to do, Dean rushed towards the barrel of gasoline in the corner of the corridor, and suddenly there was a roar behind him.
The sound wave passed through the entire corridor on the second floor, and a large piece of crystal glass was shaken into the air.
Dean's running body paused suddenly, as if thousands of steel needles had been pierced into his brain, and blood oozed from his eyes, ears, and nose.
The next second, a row of hovering flying knives all shot out, flying towards his back with a terrifying sound of breaking through the air and a biting coldness!
There is no obstruction in the corridor.
Dean hurriedly bent his knees and rolled towards the left corner.
Chop chop chop!
Half of the flying knives pierced the wooden floor and wall, and the other half of the three flying knives penetrated Dean's cotton-padded jacket with a puffing sound, pierced his back, and pricked him like a hedgehog.
Blood sprayed into the air.
Dean stumbled forward and fell to his knees. The pain almost broke his skeleton. He gritted his teeth and stood up with his hands on the ground tremblingly.
But there was no time to take a step.
A dozen large or small flaming planks fell like meteors, hitting his body and flying forward. After landing, they continued to slide until they hit the wall in the corner of the corridor.
It's not over yet!
Bang!
An invisible hand tore off the ceiling from the top of the corridor.
The heavy wooden wall collapsed instantly, carrying a large amount of dust and sawdust, and fell on top of Dean.
He was motionless, as if dead.
"Ho ho!"
The joking laughter spread from far to near.
"Run, little mouse!"
"Keep running, stupid mortal!"
Invisible ghosts floated to the ruins,
"Do you feel it now? The physical body is so weak and has to endure all kinds of problems and injuries. Now, I am here to give you relief!"
…
The words fell to the ground.
The ruins of wooden walls slowly parted around, revealing Dean lying down, with thick smoke coming out of his body. His eyes were tightly closed, and his face was covered with blood and charred black, and his true appearance could no longer be seen.
Only his chest was still rising and falling weakly.
He seemed to have completely lost his ability to resist.
"Come on, cheer and join my party!"
Alexander laughed wildly.
A flying knife flew up in the corridor and shot at Dean's neck. With just one blow, it could pierce the vital part and kill him.
But the flying knife only hit the floor.
The body threw itself aside at the last moment and stood up again like lightning.
Dean opened his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Grabbing it with his right hand, the flaming gasoline barrel behind his back flew towards the nothingness that was so close - there was no longer any obstacle between humans and ghosts!
Pull the trigger continuously with your left hand.
Bang bang two shots!
Boom!
explode!
The overwhelming flames swept through the entire corridor like a wave, and angry and painful wails resounded in the high-temperature purgatory!
Alexander Raphael, who was hit hard again, wailed miserably. Strong sound waves and air currents surged in all directions, parting the sea of fire. The flames were like tree trunks torn by the wind, humbly bending to both sides.
The fire died down.
A bloated figure rushed out from the billowing smoke, crossed several meters in the blink of an eye, and crashed into the arms of Alexander, who had just shown his might and defenses, like a sharp arrow, and thrust the shining catarrh held by both hands into the arms. The invisible body in front of you.
Give it your all!
The air buzzes!
Spirit, will, an indestructible force, passed with this stab.
The space seemed to freeze in an instant.
The demonic flames, the creeping smoke, and the falling beams were all solidified.
Voices disappear, breathing and heartbeat stop.
Five seconds, or five minutes.
When Dean regained his breath.
Alexander Raphael's black ghostly body was strangely exposed to his naked eyes.
There was a dagger-like dagger inserted into the heart of its chest, and the sullen look on its pale and twisted face solidified into unbelievable horror.
"No!"
It took a step back with a cry of terror.
The pitch-black figure cracked inch by inch, and streaks of faint blue light emerged from the cracks, engulfing it and turning it into burning pages, with pieces of paper withering and flying.
The powerful psychic-level ghost, Alexander Raphael, turned into ashes in front of Dean in an instant, leaving no trace.
The board then fell into Dean's palm again.
A bright red prompt flashed before his eyes:
You used the rare item "Sleepless Man's Tablet" to destroy a medium-level ghost.
Proficiency +20, fighting level 1 (80→100/200)
You kill a supernatural being for the first time!
There is a huge difference in strength between you and it, and you have completed a difficult challenge with the weak defeating the strong!
You have awakened a valuable specialty - the supernatural hunter...
…
breathe…
Dean felt a surge of heat rush into his body and felt refreshed.
Now is not the time to gasp.
"Alvin!"
Dean bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the sweetness flooded into his mouth, and the severe pain all over his body eased.
"Alvin! Where are you?"
He shouted, but there was no response.
Turning around and looking around, there was thick smoke and scorching flames all around.
God's perspective can only see a dazzling red light.
Suddenly, a piece of the burning ceiling fell in front of him, and a large hole opened in the floor, revealing a raging sea of fire below.
The red god of death was waving to him.
Time is running out!
He dragged his scarred body and rushed to the bottom of the bedroom attic. Waves of fire were spraying out from the dark space. From God's perspective, he saw a human figure lying quietly burning in the flames of the attic.
Alvin was burned to death like this?
This is the end of their brothers! ?
Farke!
no way!
Dean gritted his teeth and grabbed a broken piece of wood on the bed frame, and stabbed at the ceiling frantically, leaving his hands covered with blood blisters.
Bang!
A large hole finally opened in the charred wood above his head.
There was a flash of red light, and a human figure boiling with fire and emitting black smoke fell from the flames surging in the attic. With a pop, it fell straight to Dean's feet.
He squatted down, picked up the burning body, and jumped out of the second-floor window!
