Nightmare Attack

The words "cause and effect" are too heavy, so heavy that they don't sound like words spoken by such a young child, but he said it very seriously. At this moment, it seemed that something inexplicable was moving, and the gears of fate were biting each other in the rotation, slowly dragging an irresistible ending in the distance towards them.

But Wen Zhao didn't care about the eyes of the crowd at this moment, and slowly unfolded the newspaper scroll in his hand. In an instant, a heavy sense of vicissitudes spread, as if he was not unfolding a scroll, but a whole forgotten history.

The shadows in the scroll emerged, time passed, and after a while, several figures dressed in completely different eras slowly walked out, as if they had walked out directly from the dust of history.

The leader was naturally the Marquis of Delusion. Most of the people present had never seen him, and for a moment they were frightened by that terrifying face and couldn't help but retreat.

There were several people standing beside Wang Yanhou, both men and women, dressed differently. There were dancers wearing cheongsams and heavy makeup, and young gentlemen wearing top hats, gold-rimmed glasses, suits and leather shoes.

As Wang Yanhou appeared, black dust began to float in the air. He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Cheng and Fatty. Anyone could feel the complexity in his eyes. For some reason, Fatty suddenly recalled the fate that Wang Yanhou had told him.

It seemed that something was pulling him and the doctor together, making them meet at a certain fixed time and separate at a certain determined time, without even having time to say goodbye properly.

"Daddy!" Wen Zhao's crisp voice interrupted everyone's thoughts, and Wen Zhao rushed out and hugged Wang Yanhou's arm.

Wangyan Hou sighed softly and stroked Wen Zhao's head with his rough palm, "Wen Zhao, you didn't talk nonsense with your brothers, did you?"

Wen Zhao shook his head firmly, "No."

Wangyan Hou nodded and looked at the person beside him. It was an old man with a feather fan and a turban, with a sense of righteousness. "Brother Qigong, I'm sorry to bother you." Wangyan Hou said.

The old man slowly raised the feather fan in his hand, and did not see how to wave it. Everyone was surprised to find that the white mist under the giant pit actually boiled up and then dissipated at a very fast speed.

After appearing, Wangyan Hou gave Jiang Cheng a strange feeling, as if he knew everything and knew everything that had happened before. He was able to bring this old man who could dispel the white mist, which also confirmed this.

As the white mist gradually dissipated, it also exposed a figure in the center of the giant pit. The moment the figure was seen clearly, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

It was a thing that could barely be seen as a human figure, as if it had been burned violently by the strong light, and the whole person had become like a piece of charcoal.

The human figure still maintained the posture before death, leaning back as far as possible, and the only remaining left arm was still maintaining the defensive action, while the right arm and half of the body disappeared, and the wound was shocking, as if it was torn off alive by a huge force.

"It's the old president," someone said hoarsely.

The body can still be kept intact in the center of the giant pit, and no one can think of anything else.

But now, it looks like the old president is dead and can't die anymore.

In addition to the old president, all the people of the Night Watch, whether it is the monk who broke the precepts and could compete with Wu, or the commander of the Night Watch, the candle holder, all disappeared, without even a small piece of body left.

"Hmm"

Su An, who was standing at the end of the team, suddenly trembled violently. He stared at the old president's body, as if he had seen a ghost.

The next second, in the eyes of everyone in shock, the old president's body suddenly moved, although the amplitude was small, but it really moved.

The burned and semi-crystallized skin was torn bit by bit with the movement, and black mist began to surge from the unrecognizable face. As the mist gradually condensed, two milky white eyeballs appeared in the old president's dark eye sockets.

"He's not dead yet!"

Such a terrifying weapon did not kill the old president. This discovery made everyone's hearts, which had just relaxed, rise again. They had no idea what kind of monster this was.

At this moment, someone had taken the lead and would not give the opponent a chance to breathe. He appeared in front of the old president without a flash and chopped at his head with a knife. But the next second, the blade was caught in the old president's hand. The collision of the two actually made a sound of metal hitting stone. The sharp blade that was invincible could not break through the old president's palm at this moment.

Countless vines pierced out from the ground and instantly covered the old president's body. Mr. Shui also took action. Wu's knife sounded the horn of attack. Lady Dahe, old general Yan Can, the undertaker, the ghost-faced grandmother, and even Su Xiaoxiao, who was guarding her brother, rushed up.

The old president was at the end of his strength anyway. If he was given a chance to breathe, everyone here would die.

"Fight him!"

After these people, the remaining folk masters also took action. For a while, countless moves hit the old president. No one was reserved anymore, and the anger suppressed in their hearts burst out all at once.

But even if the old president was left with only a remnant, his strength was still unfathomable. There was no need to dodge the general moves hitting him. Only the few people in the center surrounded the old president and dealt with him.

The green vines exploded one after another under the old president's casual wave of his hand, and Mr. Shui, who was hiding in them, was forced to escape in embarrassment. If it weren't for Lady Dahe's support, Mr. Shui would have suffered a great loss with just this one move.

The old general Yan Can hit the old president on the shoulder with a stick. The huge force knocked half of his body into the ground, but the damage caused was very little. The old president grabbed the long stick with his backhand, and the strange force flowed along the length. A message came from the other end of the stick, and a surprising scene appeared. The originally long stone stick became transparent little by little, showing signs of crystallization. The next second, the stone stick shattered, and the old general Yan Can also violently A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person flew backwards.

"Shoulders! His shoulders are the flaw!" Old General Yan Can struggled to get up and yelled at everyone.

Xia Tan injured the old president's shoulder 20 years ago, and 20 years later Gong Zhe used the folding knife to severely damage the same position. If there must be a flaw in such a thing, it must be there.

Without hearing the words, he swung out a dull sword. In an instant, the sword light was layered on top of each other, like a turbulent wave. However, as the old president stretched out his hand and gave it a firm squeeze, the thousands of sword lights suddenly shattered.

But the next second, two small black hands came out from behind the old president. One touched the milky white eyes, and the other touched the mouth of the old president, which only had two rows of black and yellow teeth.

With the touch of that hand, the milky white eyeball of the left eye disappeared, but the hand that touched the mouth was bitten hard. The old president grabbed the strange baby who was screaming in pain but could not escape with his backhand, and his cheek was torn apart. He opened his mouth to an incredible angle and bit the strange baby's head into pieces.