The young man's fall was like a signal, and the middle-aged man who stood upright swooped towards Xu Fang, with four fangs in his mouth aimed at Xu Fang to bite him.
A pair of arms suddenly turned white, like corpses that had been dead for many years. Xu Fang directly clasped the opponent's teeth. The law of the hugger was activated directly. The strange force directly locked the opponent's mouth, and the four fangs were allowed to reach the sky. There's no use for this.
Seeing that Xu Fang was about to solve the problem, a man from the corner rushed out. Upon closer inspection, he found that the man's feet were very abnormal. What was inside the shoes were not normal legs at all, but two bones.
The rhythmic footsteps made Xu Fang feel a sense of crisis in his heart. He could feel the flesh and blood of his legs tearing apart until only the bones were left, which was most likely the day of his death.
This ghost's rules are very overbearing.
Xu Fang had to temporarily give up suppressing the middle-aged man with the corpse, and instead pounced on the young man with skeletal legs. His hands belonging to the ghost directly hugged the opponent's skeletal legs and locked them to prevent him from making any further movements.
The struggle to resist was fierce. Xu Fang could feel the resistance from the opponent's ghost power. The initiative was still in his hands.
Seeing the opportunity, the middle-aged corpse turned and pounced on Xu Fang. As soon as he turned around, he saw Zhao Ziliang's big hands directly clasping his face. He slapped him to the ground with fierce force, and his head hit the ground. Big movement.
After reacting, he tried to attack Zhao Ziliang with his fangs, but he felt a heartbreaking pain.
Bright red blood oozed directly from Zhao Ziliang's palm, and the sound of chewing and chewing made his scalp numb. The middle-aged man hesitated and was in severe pain, even if he wanted to scream, he couldn't help it. The ghost's chewing was very fast, and he didn't even have a moment. He just lay on the ground without any movement.
After he died, Zhao Ziliang used his backhand to pull out a golden box and put it on the opponent's head. The opponent's ghost was not too scary, but it was still prudent to imprison him, otherwise it would be troublesome for him to revive.
Refusing trouble is a relatively consistent good habit of Shen Lin's team.
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the last remaining old man dialed the phone. The call was quickly connected, and he yelled directly at the phone.
"Come quickly, if something happens, come."
Within ten seconds, a strange light flashed outside the door, followed by the patter of footsteps. In an instant, more than a dozen people came to the door of the dilapidated tube building.
These people may be old or young, male or female. Judging from the circumstances, they are obviously ghost controllers. Most of them even control two ghosts, and the leader looks very difficult to mess with.
Xu Fang struggled hard, with victory in sight, and felt a little numb looking at the chaotic scene in front of the door.
Zhao Ziliang even yelled directly.
"Didn't you fucking say there were only three or four people? Is this three or four people?"
Both of them only controlled two ghosts, let alone the ghost realm.
Of course, Zhao Ziliang's two ghosts are very good. Guipi's high-strength protection and the ghost teeth in his palms, coupled with Xu Fang's support, may not make him qualified to fight a dozen.
But the price was too high. If they wanted to win miserably, they had to at least make the ghost more terrifying, which meant allowing the ghost to revive. This was definitely not what Xu Fang and Zhao Ziliang wanted to see.
Xu Fang wanted to scold his mother even more, but now the scene was too big and he didn't dare to speak easily.
The situation in the field was grim. The leader, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, looked extraordinary. When he saw the two imprisoned corpses in front of Zhao Ziliang, his eyes became even more evil.
"You dare to kill people without exploring the way. What a temper."
The expression on Zhao Ziliang's wrapped face was unclear, but his expression and posture clearly showed no intention of giving in. Seeing this situation, Xu Fang could only speak on his own.
"Daxia City Interpol." Xu Fang roared, reached into his pocket, took out the work permit issued by the headquarters, and threw it in front of those people.
"You have violated Articles 231 and 350 of the International Ghost Controller Law by coming to Daxia City uninvited. We have the right to execute you on the spot."
Everyone present was stunned, not because of Xu Fang's threat, but because they were confused about when there would be something as funny as a national law against ghost controllers.
There is a thin line between ghost controllers and powerful ghosts. The difference between recovery and non-resuscitation is that everyone is precarious. They can only survive for three or four years at most. If you want to control this group of people, it has nothing to do with idiots talking about dreams.
Of course Xu Fang knew, so he made up all this bullshit international law in order to appear legitimate, so that it would appear that they were not fighting alone, and that the Ghost Controller Headquarters was standing behind them.
"Haha." The middle-aged man at the head sneered.
He slowly took off his suit, handed it to the assistant beside him, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and said with a smile.
"Don't scare me with the Ghost Controller Headquarters. Our presence here means that we are not afraid of the Ghost Controller Headquarters. We don't care about a group of contemporary bureaucrats who have formed a grassroots team with a bunch of young boys."
"You don't have to be too hostile to us. Don't blame those who don't know. I understand your situation. Let me think about it." The middle-aged man groped his chin, as if he was looking up in thought, and recovered after a moment.
"Let's do this. Each of you two will leave one leg and work for us in the future. This matter will be treated as a new chapter. Think about it."
"Dream." Zhao Ziliang said bluntly. The voice was cold.
"Do you know what you mean now? The person in charge of Daxia City is Shen Lin, one of the 12 captains of the headquarters. He is currently away. Do you know what the consequences will be when he comes back?" Xu Zang shouted, Trying to threaten.
The middle-aged man obviously didn't care, and many people behind him sneered, full of ridicule.
"Of course Shen Lin is a talented person. Frankly speaking, I don't want to be his enemy directly, but..." the middle-aged man trailed off, then laughed wildly.
"Let's wait and see if we can come back alive."
"The vision of modern recovery makes you like frogs in a well. You have no idea what kind of event it was. No one can come out alive from there, no one! Including Shen Lin! He is dead!"
Zhao Ziliang didn't respond anymore, and he only said half a sentence without speculation. There was no point in fighting with these people about Shen Lin's life or death. The other party seemed determined to defeat them.
Xu Fang on the side had the upper hand, but he did not kill the opponent in full view of the public. For fear of intensifying the conflict, he could only walk to Zhao Ziliang and ask quietly.
"Brother, do you have any back-ups? If you have any, use them quickly. If not, withdraw. Leave Qingshan there without worrying about running out of firewood, and wait for Captain Shen to come back and kill them."
If you are in trouble, rely on Team Shen, there is nothing wrong with that.
Zhao Ziliang glanced at Xu Fang, said nothing, and took something out of his hand. Upon closer inspection, it was a small speaker.
Then Zhao Ziliang pressed the button directly, and there was Shen Lin's very false cry for help.
"Bai Ye, help."
Xu Fang's eyes suddenly widened.
"Holy shit, Shang Fang's sword!"
(End of chapter)
