The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Looking at the two people who had different opinions and were arguing, Hu Jiu smiled coldly:

"Did you two make a mistake? I am in the upper hand now, and you are not qualified to make a decision! You should ask me if I am willing to let you go!"

The corpse demon raised his head and looked at Hu Jiu in shock.

Although he and Zhao Feng could not beat Hu Jiu together, he had the support of the organization!

It doesn't matter if he is weak, but his backer is strong enough!

However, Hu Jiu just continued: "It's not your turn to discuss the situation. Answer my questions immediately!"

"Who are you? What does the door here represent? If you don't want to say it, don't blame me for being rude!"

Just as the corpse demon was about to speak, Zhao Feng answered in time: "Don't be impulsive. Impulsiveness is the devil. Let's talk nicely."

"The question you asked is too confidential. We can't answer it. Once we leak the information, we will be punished and the end will be tragic. Please forgive us."

The corpse demon seemed to calm down and said: "Although we can't beat you, we have someone above us!"

"You'd better accept our constraints on you honestly, otherwise you will suffer in the end!"

When Zhao Feng heard the corpse demon say this, he covered his face in pain.

The confidence on the corpse demon's face was too strong, and Hu Jiu couldn't ignore it.

But would he be afraid of such a threat?

Just kidding!

Just two weak chicken cannon fodders, the organization behind them, are they really willing to fight with Hu Jiu for them?

The expression on Hu Jiu's face became more and more playful, like a pie chart, three parts of ridicule, three parts of disdain, and four parts of mockery, which made the corpse demon angry.

The corpse demon glared at Zhao Feng, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. His intention was very obvious. The conflict between the two sides was difficult to resolve peacefully. Now they could only fight to the death!

Zhao Feng sighed, pretending to agree with the corpse demon, but actually looking for an opportunity to escape.

Several bone spurs popped out of the corpse demon's body and shot towards Hu Jiu.

Zhao Feng pressed his handprint on the ground, the soil squirmed, and all the nearby graves began to tremble.

Hu Jiu easily dodged the shooting of the bone spurs, and the next second, his figure disappeared into the air.

The corpse demon and Zhao Feng were stunned and looked at each other. How could he suddenly disappear?

The two gradually became anxious, like ants on a hot pot.

Hu Jiu couldn't disappear for no reason. It was likely that he was hiding in the dark waiting for an opportunity to move, and it was less likely that he had already left.

No matter what the situation was, the corpse demon and Zhao Feng didn't want to face it.

There was only a thousand days to be a thief, but there was no thousand days to guard against thieves. If Hu Jiu, who was lying in the dark, slipped away while they were relaxed, then they would be responsible!

The gatekeeper must never let the ghost in the door into the real world!

Kacha——

In front of a tombstone eroded by time, the tomb suddenly cracked, and a terrifying scene beyond common sense immediately took place.

A corpse slowly emerged from the tomb with an indescribable weirdness.

Its skin had no vitality, and was covered with disturbing gray-green, covered with rotten wounds, which made people sick just by looking at it.

These rotten wounds contracted and relaxed regularly, as if they were sensing everything around them, and as if they were absorbing some invisible spiritual breath.

The corpse's muscles were atrophied, and its bones were deformed. When it moved slightly, the joints made a tooth-grinding friction sound, and occasionally a few pieces of wet soil fell from the body.

It was difficult to recognize human features on the corpse's face. The rotten flesh was covered with mud, and only the two empty eye sockets flashed with indifference that did not belong to the mortal world.

The corpse's movements were slow and mechanical, but it was full of incredible power.

The corpse demon gave it a direct order: "Find the man just now, and never let him leave alive!"

The corpse exuded a strange and mysterious aura, searching all the corners nearby.

But unfortunately, there was no discovery, as if... Hu Jiu had never existed.

"What should I do?" The corpse demon looked at Zhao Feng in a panic.

Zhao Feng touched his chin and said, "How about retreating? This matter is beyond our ability. In order to avoid further escalation, we should quickly find support."

The corpse demon's already ugly face became even uglier, but under Zhao Feng's persuasion, he still nodded reluctantly and agreed to retreat.

But at this moment, Hu Jiu, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared again, like a face-jumping kill in a horror movie, and jumped directly in front of the two.

"Where are you going?"

The corpse demon turned around without thinking and shot out a bone spur, while yelling at Zhao Feng: "Let's do it together, don't let him run away again!"

Zhao Feng squatted down and slapped his hands on the ground.

The soil squirmed, trying to surround Hu Jiu, and all the nearby graves loosened again, and one after another evil ghosts crawled out.

But Hu Jiu was not a defenseless person?

No matter how many evil ghosts there were here, they were all controlled by people.

Shoot the horse first when shooting a person, and capture the leader first when capturing a thief.

Hu Jiu ignored the evil ghosts approaching him, staring at the corpse demon with endless malicious malice in his eyes.

The corpse demon felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his forehead, as if a sharp sword was hanging over his head.

In an instant, bone spurs grew all over his body to defend himself.

He armed himself to no loopholes.

But Hu Jiu suddenly appeared and disappeared, and his position was uncertain. Under the horrified gaze of the corpse demon, a pumpkin hood fell from the sky and was put on his head with incredible precision.

First blood!

Hu Jiu glanced at the corpse demon that had been controlled by the pumpkin hood. The corpse demon was not yet completely dead.

One of the abilities of the Pumpkin Head ghost is control.

A person or ghost that is covered by the pumpkin hood will become a pumpkin puppet and obey the command of the ghost driver who controls the ghost.

A controlled person cannot actively break the pumpkin hood from the inside, but a third person can forcibly remove or break it from the outside.

Zhao Feng was shocked when the corpse demon was killed by Hu Jiu.

Hu Jiu looked down at the shocked Zhao Feng and kicked him away.

Then, many evil spirits that had already drilled out of the grave were dragged back by the soil.

The soil tried to surround Hu Jiu, but was trampled by Hu Jiu again.

"Do you still want to continue fighting?"

Zhao Feng lay on the ground and coughed a few times. He didn't understand why the situation had developed like this.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the corpse demon with resentment. A pig teammate would really drag people down!

Hu Jiu walked closer step by step.

Suddenly, Zhao Feng's face changed.

Hu Jiu chuckled: "Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, I won't hurt you."

Zhao Feng shook his head and pointed behind Hu Jiu: "There is a particularly fierce ghost, it escaped..."

Hu Jiu was stunned, and before he turned around to look, a dazzling light had already illuminated the surroundings like daylight.