"Duang!"
The force was so great that the iron door was obviously deformed. The door bolt was partially twisted, and many gaps were exposed in the entire iron door.
"You're crazy!" Wang Zhuo on the side quickly came up and grabbed Shen Lin. It was too late to escape at this time. He didn't understand why Shen Lin wanted to meet him. Did he think he didn't die quickly enough?
"What are we doing here?" Shen Lin looked at Wang Zhuo and asked.
"I know what you mean, but we shouldn't investigate the situation first. We know almost nothing about the ghost except for the unconfirmed information that the headquarters has fumbled. Under such circumstances, there is no difference between confronting him and seeking death. Wang Zhuo said in a deep voice.
This is a consistent experience, making decisions and acting. In other words, this is the rule for most ghost controllers to deal with things, the rules of things, finding loopholes, and contending with evil ghosts.
Humans are no better than ghosts. If you force yourself to do it, you will die without knowing how.
"Situation? There is a living client in front of us. It is much faster for us to ask him than to explore." Shen Lin said coldly, went to the fire hydrant on the side, broke open the cabinet, and took out a fire ax.
"Put away your daily habits and common cognitions. Do you think it's useful to deal with this ghost in a regular way? To act based on a plan? It's no different for an S-class ghost to explore with ordinary ideas and to seek death. The longer we delay, the more likely we are to The more troubles we face, the more troubles we face. Cutting through the mess with a sharp knife and seizing every opportunity that comes close to smiling is our only hope."
These words were so cold, and the despair and reverse thinking in them made Wang Zhuo almost unable to turn around.
Soon, Wang Zhuo gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Damn it, there isn't much work to do anyway, so you might as well give it a try."
Holding a fire ax in hand, Shen Lin pointed at the twisted door bolt and said something.
"After breaking the door, I will pull the person away as soon as possible. I will find a way to close the door again and try not to touch the blood. I don't know if the guy is infected."
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lin's ax fell. The ax was not sharp, but Shen Lin's strength was too great, and the door bolt was twisted, so he easily broke open the door.
"Huh~"
Before Wang Zhuo could exert any force, the claustrophobic iron door seemed to be opened by something, and a fishy smell accompanied by strong wind rushed into the mouths and noses of several people.
Zhang Jiaming caught the blood-stained figure at the first moment. He was very cautious, wrapped his hands with one of the coats he was wearing, and entangled the figure opposite.
The force on the other side was too great. Zhang Jiaming tried several times, but he couldn't pull it at all. The figure seemed to be stuck in the middle of the door. The strange thing was that there was nothing behind him, as if he was being held by a big empty hand. Just holding on to it, unable to move.
"Quick!" Wang Zhuo shouted. He could already feel the strange power coming from the iron gate. The cold breath was sweeping through his body along with the strong wind blowing inside, and his body temperature dropped to freezing point in an instant.
"That's easy to say, why don't you try it." Zhang Jiaming roared, and the bandaged right hand swelled strangely. A purple-brown liquid quickly filled the bandage, and a strange power radiated from his body. Trying to compete with the evil ghost on the opposite side.
"Run! Run!" said the blood-stained figure. His throat was almost hollowed out, and pieces of his body were missing. He was so mutilated that he looked inhuman, but he was still strangely able to speak. .
With every sound he made, a large amount of blood stained his mouth where only his teeth were left, making his words very unclear and difficult to hear.
"What did you encounter?" Shen Lin asked quickly.
"Run! Chu Li! Die! Here! Ghost!" The words were not coherent. The other party's spirit was close to collapse. Coupled with the lack of throat, it was extremely difficult to speak every word.
"Ghost? Where is the ghost?" Before waiting for a reply, Shen Lin saw a purple-green hand stretch out from the darkness, and entered directly along the riddled body, seeming to have grasped some skeleton.
"Crack!" It seemed like the sound of broken bones. The mutilated figure didn't even have time to scream before it was dragged back to the room by a strange force.
At that moment, Zhang Jiaming wanted to let go, but found that his weird arms didn't obey his orders at all. Seeing that he was about to be dragged into the house, Shen Lin, with quick hands and eyes, swung the fire ax and cut off the arm of the mutilated figure.
"Bang!" The door was closed tightly, and everything returned to silence. The room that was so weird just now was now illuminated by light, and bursts of laughter came from inside. The door bolt that was cut off by Shen Lin did not know. When did things return to normal.
There were a few more people coming and going in the hospital. The lights in the corridor were turned on at some point and it was very bright. Through the windows of the building, they could even see the stars in the sky.
"Are you kidding? What is this?" Zhang Jiaming was trembling, and the incomplete arm of the other party in his hand reminded him of the horrific things he had experienced.
But how to explain all this? The three of them tried their best and couldn't even resist, which was simply terrifying to think about.
"It's not the same level at all. If we are targeted by this ghost, we will definitely die, and we may not even have room to resist." Wang Zhuo did not dare to recall the scene just now. His body was obviously cold enough, but he still felt Waves of coldness and fear spread from the bottom of my heart.
Compared with these two people, Shen Lin began to turn his thoughts to the words the other said before his death.
"Chu Li is dead? What do you mean? Is Chu Li dead? Do you still want Chu Li to die? Or is Chu Li not dead at all? Why specifically name Chu Li?"
There was too little information in the few words to make a judgment. The other party had obviously known Chu Li for a short time, so naming Chu Li under such circumstances seemed meaningful.
Why? Chu Li is not dead yet? Let us go to the rescue?
What did Chu Li notice? He had a solution to this ghost, but he fell into trouble before he could implement it?
This is unlikely. The terror level of the plague ghost is too high, and Shen Lin doesn't think Chu Li has a solution.
Moreover, both publicly and privately, Shen Lin had no intention of rescuing Chu Li. The risk of letting that guy out was definitely higher than going in. He couldn't be on guard against the evil ghost all the time at this time, and at the same time, he had to guard against his own people.
Shen Lin and Chu Li were in a fight to the death, and there was no room for adjustment. Both parties knew it.
Shen Lin didn't complain. He took the risk and achieved some results. At least he was sure that the ghost was here.
Shen Lin squinted his eyes when he fumbled out of his arms the gold package that wrapped Gui Mo and the brocade bag containing the withered fingers.
These two things are his trump cards. Taking the starving ghost as an example, Shen Lin doesn't think these two things can suppress this ghost.
But his purpose was very simple. He didn't need to suppress it, he only needed to weaken it. He used Guimo and this finger to suppress part of the ghost so that it wouldn't grow so fast and buy time for the headquarters and Yang Jian.
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