Blood, corpse smell, broken corpses everywhere, very tragic.
However, the battle between the messengers on the fifth floor has not stopped and is still going on, because the conflict has not been resolved and the enemy is still there.
Yang Jian and Li Yang stood in the middle of the hall, not far in front of them were Liu Ziwen, Wang Yong, and Liu Qingqing who came suddenly.
Although Wang Yong had the upper hand in terms of numbers, they still didn't have the confidence to do it.
The corpses on the ground are the best proof. You must know that a few minutes ago, they were all alive and well, but they lost their lives here in an instant.
Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing.
Liu Qingqing is the only variable.
Because she has the memory of a woman in the Republic of China, although it is not clear how much memory Liu Qingqing has acquired, she must have gained something, otherwise she would never dare to come to the fifth floor of the post office like this.
"Liu Qingqing was wearing those red high-heeled shoes, and the ghost image couldn't trigger the media to dismember her. The red cheongsam she was wearing was also a supernatural item, and the body under her clothes was not a living person's body, but a headless puppet. There are at least three ghosts identified on him."
"As for Wang Yong not only possessing supernatural items, but also controlling two ghosts, but the information is unknown, and there is no information about Wang Yong in Zhao Feng's memory, but I can be sure that Wang Yong is one of these ghosts. The most powerful existence among the messengers."
"Then Liu Ziwen has the ability to hide ghosts, and he also has supernatural objects in his hands, and the possibility of controlling two ghosts cannot be ruled out."
Yang Jian was thinking quickly in his mind.
Now the three of them are teaming up, judging from the disclosed information, it is not weak, especially Liu Qingqing and the memory of women in the Republic of China, maybe they can find a way to restrain themselves from restarting.
The atmosphere is a little dignified at the moment.
No one did it first.
Those corpses on the ground have proved the cruelty of this battle. Once the fight is made, there is no possibility of being injured and escaping, and it must end with the death of one party.
The battle between the ghost masters is so cruel, you must see life and death if you do it.
However, the scene of this atmosphere did not last long.
Liu Qingqing, who was wearing a red cheongsam, walked forward slowly at this moment. She looked at Yang Jian, then at Li Yang, and said, "Aren't you still doing it? This doesn't look like your style, it's because you are afraid Am I still afraid of her in my body?"
She stretched out her fingers, and gently brushed the red cheongsam in front of her.
Under the dim environment, the cheongsam on Liu Qingqing's body became more and more colorful, as if it was glowing red, and when it was weird, the red high-heeled shoes under her feet left bright shoe prints one after another.
As if smeared with blood.
And what is incomprehensible is that those red high-heeled shoes footprints did not disappear, but moved strangely and spread out to the surroundings, as if an invisible person was walking on high-heeled shoes, and the red footprints left behind after passing by. Under the new footprints.
New footprints continued to spread, and within a short time, dense bloody footprints appeared around Liu Qingqing.
"This woman named Liu Qingqing is really special." Seeing this, Wang Yong's eyes were fixed, and he felt that he couldn't see through.
I just feel that this woman is not a messenger, but a person from the period of the Republic of China who has appeared in the present, very similar to the weird things encountered during the process of delivering letters.
After the blood-stained shoe prints on the ground spread to a dense point, the first footprints disappeared again.
Obviously, this kind of diffusion still has a limit, not endless.
But then, Liu Qingqing's figure also faded, as if she was about to disappear along with those red shoe prints.
Liu Qingqing didn't have any accidents, she looked at Yang Jian smiling, the smile was very strange, and at the same time, there was a kind of viciousness and resentment in her eyes, as if what Yang Jian did made her embark on a road of no return, At this moment, she wanted to take revenge, and wanted to drag Yang Jian to leave this world together.
"Liu Qingqing has made a move, Wang Yong, shall we do it?" Liu Ziwen suppressed his voice, appearing very nervous.
Wang Yong took a deep look at Yang Jian, and then said: "We must do it, this time we have to go all out, but not now, this woman and that Yang Jian seem to have a deeper hatred than us."
Liu Ziwen understood immediately.
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The ghost under Yang Jian's feet immediately spread to the surroundings.
Those red shoe prints stopped and did not move forward. The surroundings were shrouded in black shadows, and the red shoe prints had no place to stay.
There is no way for this shoe print to step on the ghost.
Because ghosting does not leave shoe prints.
Wearing a cheongsam, the media like corpses all stopped their activities.
Then, blackened, cold palms appeared on these corpses. These palms firmly grasped the corpse's feet and arms, further preventing the corpse from moving.
soon.
The corpse stopped moving.
Holding a long spear, Yang Jian directly pushed the corpses to the ground, and did not use the hatchet anymore. After all, the hatchet has to bear the price.
The corpse was pushed down, the balance was lost, and a terrible curse of certain death was immediately triggered.
The fallen bodies are disappearing one by one, and the medium is being wiped away.
Although the red cheongsam is extremely bright and possesses some supernatural power to maintain these corpses, it cannot last for too long.
In this confrontation, Yang Jian not only used the supernatural power of the two ghosts, but also used a mortal curse. Although Liu Qingqing also controlled the two ghosts, she lost to the supernatural items, so she was in Being suppressed, he gained an advantage once he was hit by Yang Jian.
"Isn't that Yang Jian dead yet? No, if this continues, I will be consumed to death." Liu Ziwen's face was distorted in pain at this moment, he was sweating and twitching all over his body.
His eyes under the spectacles were white, blind, and rotten.
This is completely blind.
In addition, his senses are also disappearing. The first thing that disappears is the sense of smell. He can no longer smell, and then the sense of hearing begins to blur. It is not as sensitive as before. Even the consciousness has a feeling of leaving the body. Feeling, dull and in a trance.
Using supernatural power to cover the three ghost eyes and continuing to consume them is fatal.
According to his idea, he tried his best to suppress Yang Jian for a while, then that Liu Qingqing helped, and Wang Yong killed the one named Li Yang, and the situation would be reversed in an instant.
At that time, it will be three against one, and the chances of winning are great.
But he didn't hear Wang Yong's voice.
Obviously, Wang Yong's progress was not smooth. He failed to kill the man named Li Yang in the first place. Similarly, Liu Qingqing couldn't kill Yang Jian by himself. It is estimated that it would be good if he could hold it for a while.
"The balance point is on me. Once I can't hold on and Yang Jian's ghost eyes lose control, the situation will get worse." Although Liu Ziwen couldn't see, he was very clear-headed.
"Wait, someone is approaching."
Later.
Liu Ziwen's heart shrank suddenly, he heard the sound of someone approaching quickly.
That's Yang Jian.
The corpses around Yang Jian were forcibly pushed away, and the fallen corpses triggered the curse of losing balance and death and began to disappear, and the corpses after disappearing could not be replenished, because all directions were covered by ghosts, and the blood-stained shoes India has no place to stay and cannot continue to increase the number.
"Is there still no way to compete with Yang Jian just by relying on my current supernatural power?" Liu Qingqing stared at Yang Jian among countless corpses in red cheongsam.
As the last corpse was pushed away.
Yang Jian came out, and Liu Ziwen, who was blind in front of him, stood there, leaning against the wall, looking very painful.
Without saying a word, he raised the spear in his hand and stabbed out.
That's the part that belongs to the coffin nails.
"Yang Jian, I'm not dead yet, what are you in a hurry for?" Liu Qingqing suddenly appeared and stopped Liu Ziwen.
The coffin nails stabbed her, but they didn't penetrate into Liu Qingqing's body. The red cheongsam and the body of the puppet under the cheongsam seemed to be unable to penetrate easily.
"Blocked?" Yang Jian stared.
Then he understood again: "So that's how it is. If the nails can't go in, the coffin nails won't be able to play their role. You really dare to block it. Who gave you the confidence that I can't kill you?"
next moment.
The hatchet was raised, and it slashed fiercely at Liu Qingqing's head.
Liu Qingqing raised her palm to block the knife, she said with a cold face: "I know a lot about your information, the hatchet that can dismember all supernatural beings is really powerful, I have been thinking about how to crack this thing, and I finally Found it, and the method is not difficult."
She was wearing gloves, which seemed to be made of gold, to isolate herself from contact with the hatchet. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com); She is wearing gloves, which seem to be made of gold, which isolates herself from contact with the hatchet. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com