Shen Lin staggered to his feet, and the stinging pain all over his body actually relieved his tired spirit a lot. Telling him about this situation made people laugh.
The attack by the evil ghost left signs of fragmentation on Shen Lin's body under his clothes, just like a fine piece of porcelain with dense cracks. It just looked scary.
The transformation of the ghost form into a human form actually gave Shen Lin some protection at this moment. The ghost form helped him block some of the attacks. Otherwise, even if he wouldn't die on the spot from such a blow to the head, it would still be uncomfortable.
Shen Lin looked at every part of his body. Everything was in bad condition, except that the revived Li Gui began to fall silent due to the attack.
I don't know whether this situation should make me happy or sad at the moment.
Hesitation, fear, self-pity and many other emotions were suppressed by Shen Lin one by one, and his eyes gradually returned to calm amidst the pain in his body.
He didn't have time to think about so many things. There were still two hours until six in the morning, and the time before the disaster in Daxia City was even shorter, but Shen Lin needed at least forty minutes to seize the fight.
It is really a test of willpower for a person who has just faced the horror of a ghost to execute such a plan again.
Shen Lin argued two things throughout the night.
The plan of replacing the ghost is indeed feasible. If everything goes well, he will have the opportunity to save Daxia.
The plan to replace the ghost cannot go smoothly. At the critical node every ten minutes, the ghost, the environment, an accident, or even a slight change may cause the execution of Shen Lin's plan to fail, and then he will be attacked and killed by the ghost.
This is even more thrilling than dancing on the tip of a knife.
Shen Lin knew that when he was reduced to this situation, he chose to retreat at this moment. No one had the right to blame him. He almost risked his life to complete all this. Now he was on the verge of reaching the limit and could not withstand another attack from the watchman. .
Holding it once is the limit, and doing it again will cost you your life. He gave up at this moment. Whether it was to convince himself or others, the reasons and reality were very sufficient.
But he didn't do that.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood. Shen Lin clenched his teeth tightly to prevent the blood from spraying out. After controlling the flow of the injury, he swallowed the blood that reached his mouth. Then he shook his neck gently and moved towards Li Gui strode forward in the direction.
Since his debut, Shen Lin has been able to reach this point thanks to his amazing willpower and decisiveness in the face of crisis.
It's one thing to retreat when there's no hope, it's another thing to retreat when there's a chance.
The time came to 3:59 in the morning, and as the rotating second hand was about to return to zero, Shen Lin's body moved.
The fear of failure didn't make him back down even a minute. He didn't have much time, only less than a second. Even a little hesitation at this time might miss the opportunity.
The cold feeling of getting started came again. After realizing that the plan was running smoothly, Shen Lin unfolded the six-story ghost realm. An identical memory projection appeared where he was standing, and he himself appeared a few steps away from the ghost.
Waving the Dajeng stick six times was enough for Shen Lin to figure out the function of Dajeng stick, a supernatural item.
There is no requirement to ring the two stronger ones. After ringing, the person or ghost being attacked will be suppressed, like a loud bell vibrating next to them. The attack is enough to make an ordinary ghost controller fall apart. , Guizhu’s fate is the best proof.
A ghost that is attacked without any countermeasures will be temporarily suppressed and shut down, just like a person who has been shocked. The rules of the ghost and the ghost itself will stagnate in a short period of time.
The period of regular stagnation is very short, maybe five seconds, maybe ten seconds.
But for confrontations between ghost masters or terrorist incidents, this limited time is simply the gospel of the century, especially ghost masters with ghost domains, who can do too many things in five seconds.
The cost of using it is also outrageous. This supernatural item has no conditions for use, but it is prohibitive at a very frightening price.
Injure the enemy one thousand, and injure oneself eight hundred.
While attacking the opponent, the Da Geng Bang will also backfire on the user to a certain extent. To use a joke to describe it, the effect of force is mutual.
The memory projections that died after Shen Lin updated Li Gui several times all died of this reason.
The requirements for wielding a stick are not small. Every time Shen Lin operates the memory projection, he needs to absorb hundreds or even hundreds of people's memories of himself to form a relatively flexible self. Otherwise, the attack of the evil ghost will affect the main body. It is definitely not something Shen Lin can bear at this stage.
One time there were hundreds of people, six times there were thousands, and ten times it was enough to exceed 10,000.
This terrifying amount of consumption forced Shen Lin to treat this thing with caution. The watchman ghost was scary enough and could afford better counter-invasion, but he couldn't.
Memory projection is both his advantage and his trouble.
Consciousness is memory, and memory constitutes consciousness.
Since the use of memory projection, Shen Lin doesn't know how many people still remember him. Maybe the next time he uses this thing, he will have to lose the memory of the people around him, or his own memory.
Then what? A large number of memories disappeared, consciousness completely died, and the individual named Shen Lin no longer existed in this world.
Terror has always been accompanied by curses, and curses must bring disaster.
Things like ghosts have nothing to do with luck, and Shen Lin has always had a clear understanding of this aspect.
He is a ghost controller, not a person with superpowers. As the price of controlling powerful ghosts, his life may be on the line, accompanied by despair and curses. He has been mentally prepared for this since he set foot on this road.
Seeing another memory projection disappear, with only the end of the dagang stick left in Li Gui's hand, Shen Lin silently recited in his heart that there were three times left.
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In a city like a mirage, Su Yonghe witnessed the process of building piles and nailing them.
It would take at least eight times to drive the pile, but this supernatural item was so intrusive to the ghost realm that their plan had just begun, causing a strong backlash from the corpse bog ghost realm.
In front of me, this illusory city that looked exactly like Dazheng City suddenly had a gloomy wind, howling in the streets and lanes, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
Driving raw piles is extremely difficult. Driving a living person once is the limit, and then rotate to the next one.
Counting various events, it would take them at least half a minute to a minute, but looking at this situation, the devil would be stimulated to start a riot in less than ten seconds.
But the resistance of Corpse Swamp had come, and Su Yonghe clearly felt the changes in this terrifying ghost land. He had to grit his teeth and curse, and then shouted to the back of the Falcon Team.
"You guys keep staring at them, I'm going to go do something."
After Su Yonghe finished speaking, he disappeared like quicksand.
Damn, it takes half a minute to a minute to face off against an S-class ghost. This is so exciting.
The loss was huge. If Xiao Shen could come back alive, Gao Bo would ask him to compensate him, otherwise the labor and management would give up on the spot and go crazy.
(End of chapter)
