The Recovery Of Terror: Signing In From Being A City God

"How long will it be?"

In the communication room, the middle-aged man with a square face looked at the screen and asked.

The liaison staff operated, with sweat oozing from the palms of their hands, "at least twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes, everyone died."

The man with the square face growled.

He looked at the screen, and there were two pictures displayed on it at the moment, which were the pictures recorded by Pang Xiang and Wen Hongwen Medal.

Pang Xiang and Wen Hongwen were covered in blood.

One minute, only one minute before the two met the B-level ghost master, that is, sixty seconds, they couldn't hold on any longer, it wasn't that they couldn't do it, but Jigsaw Ghost was too fierce, the two of them Not even the ghost's defenses can be broken.

"It's been a minute, as long as you hold on for another five minutes, you should be evacuated."

Wen Hongwen said in a low voice.

Pang Xiang panted, but he didn't reply. His left half of his body became rotten and gave off a stench. It was his own ghost ability 'Ghoul Hand'.

And the more the ability is used, the closer he is to a ghost. If his whole body is corrupted, then it will be his death.

"Pang Xiang, Wen Hongwen, you are holding on for three minutes, and I will let someone top you."

The voice of the man with the square face came from the medal.

"I disagree."

Pang Xiang refused, he knew very well that the ghost master would not come until 20 minutes at the latest, and the person in charge of the liaison room said that someone would come up, so one can imagine who it was.

It's the police evacuating the crowd outside!

This is to ask them to use their lives to delay the time for the two of them.

"I don't want to either, but you have nothing to do."

The man with the square face said in a low voice.

It's not that he doesn't take ordinary people seriously, he is also a member of ordinary people, and it is in this way that he understands the importance of ghost masters, the importance of ghost masters with potential.

Pang Xiang and Wen Hongwen can't have anything to do, especially Pang Xiang, he can't have anything to do. He is the first person in the new generation of ghost masters in Cang City. He is expected to be B-level in the future, and even go further. It represents saving thousands and thousands of people!

If Pang Xiang is dead now, it means that there will be no first-class ghost master in the future.

Faced with these words, Pang Xiang directly cut off the communication of the man with the square face, and rushed towards the headless ghost.

Wen Hongwen was panting.

Panting, he looked at his best friend, then at the medal on his chest, and whispered in his heart, "Pang Xiang can't die."

The next moment, Wen Hongwen roared, the blood vessels all over his body wriggled like earthworms, ferocious and terrifying, his skin turned pale as a dead man in the blink of an eye, and his eyes turned from red to deep red.

Pang Xiang, who fought against the headless ghost, suddenly felt someone pulling him from behind.

His body flew upside down, shattered the window and landed on the opposite street, until the wall sunk into a big hole before stopping.

at the same time.

Wen Hongwen surpassed the speed before, approached the headless ghost, hugged it with both hands and feet, and blood-colored ghost energy permeated from under the skin, tending to envelop the headless ghost and turn into a pupa.

"Hongwen, what are you doing!!" Pang Xiang yelled loudly, tears overflowing from his eyes.

This is Wen Hongwen's ghost power erupting all over his body, and he is dying.

This also represents the end of his life.

When Wen Hongwen was embracing him, he opened his mouth and bit the headless ghost's shoulder, and there was ghost energy coming out of his mouth to penetrate into the headless ghost's body.

The headless ghost slowed down.

"Take care of grandma." Wen Hongwen raised his eyes, and a vague voice came from his mouth.

He is an orphan, he regards Pang Xiang as his brother, he can't let Pang Xiang die with him, and Pang Xiang can't die, Pang Xiang has more future than him!

"We ghost masters are doomed to have a short life, but we live as long as we can, which means we can solve more ghost incidents, you can kill more ghosts, and avenge your parents."

He tried his best to say this sentence. At the end of the sentence, his skin cracked, blood and tears flowed out of his eyes, and the bloody ghost aura diffused, enveloping him and the ghost mist.

Hearing these familiar words, Pang Xiang was about to collapse.

Rolling and crawling, he wanted to rush into the house, but when he entered, he saw Wen Hongwen's pleading eyes in the permeating ghost fog...

If Pang Xiang came in to save him, his means of controlling the headless ghost would be interrupted, and all previous efforts would be wasted.

Wen Hongwen's eyes were filled with blood and tears.

Seeing Pang Xiang collapse.

boom! !

The headless ghost was restrained, and instinctively began to struggle. Even though it had no head, it let out a frightening scream, which pierced the ears.

The sound was shrill and penetrating, and all the residents of Mulou Village were frightened by the scream, especially the blare of the siren of the police car outside, and many people moved faster to evacuate.

And at the same moment.

In the distance of Mulou Village, the City God Temple is located.

The golden body of the city god statue in the temple vibrated, and the eyes of the city god moved slightly under the appearance invisible to ordinary people.

The statue has a hazy shadow.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened, bright and bright.

...

The headless ghost screamed loudly, and the frozen body trapped by Wen Hongwen moved again.

Blood overflowed from Wen Hongwen's mouth, and blood and tears flowed down his eyes.

It was shocking to see.

Pang Xiang couldn't help the tears from falling from his eyes.

The headless ghost raised its hands and held Wen Hongwen's head with both hands. In an instant, Wen Hongwen growled in pain, and a blood line emerged from his throat.

The blood line was spreading at an extremely fast speed, and it was necessary to encircle the entire neck. It is conceivable that once it was encircled, Wen Hongwen would not die of exhaustion at that time, but would die of a ghost picking his brain.

And at this moment!

The headless ghost's movements stopped, its whole body trembling, like a cat whose hair has exploded.

"Um?!"

Pang Xiang found something strange, what's going on.

At this moment, Pang Xiang saw a black shadow in the corner of his right eye.

An ink-colored figure appeared beside him at some point, silently, as if appearing out of thin air. He was dressed in an ink black robe, with long hair tied in a jade crown, like an immortal from ancient time and space.

"I watched the yin and yang in the southeast, and the stern voice pierced my heart. It turns out that you are a sneaky monster!"

A warm sound came from the mouth, and under Pang Xiang's horrified eyes, the man in black robe walked past him, his feet didn't touch the ground, his body was as light as a feather.

He raised his slender hand and pressed his green finger.

There is a halo on the fingertips.

The headless ghost turned into wisps of green smoke, dissipating invisible.

how can that be……

Pang Xiang's scalp was numb, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

Can kill thousands of people, ten thousand people hazard level B-level ghosts, just kill it for nothing like this? !

Am I dreaming... Pang Xiang subconsciously came up with this idea.

After losing the headless ghost, Wen Hongwen lost his support, but the imaginary fall to the ground did not happen, and his body was dragged by an invisible force, so as not to be severely injured and dying, but also to bear the pain of falling.

"Hongwen."

Pang Xiang didn't have time to be shocked, and ran to catch Wen Hongwen.

"Hongwen, are you okay?" Pang Xiang put Wen Hongwen down steadily and checked his injuries.

Wen Hongwen's face was pale, his eyes were still blood red, and his pupils were vaguely out of focus.

"Thank you." He looked at where An Yuyuan was, and opened his mouth slightly. His lax consciousness vaguely knew that someone had shot him. Although he couldn't keep him alive, it still helped him.

It's just that when he was talking, Wen Hongwen kept coughing up blood.

Yintang's death pressure cover, condensed but not scattered, this is a sign of impending death... An Yuyuan stared at Wen Hongwen.

"Hongwen, talk less, I'll take care of the rest, I'll take care of it."

Pang Xiang choked up, "You don't want to die, promise me, hold on."

"He won't die."

Um? !

Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar voice in his ear, Pang Xiang paused, then suddenly raised his head to look at the weirdly dressed fierce man who killed B-level scary ghosts like ants.

"Sir, do you have a way to save Hongwen?!"

"nature."

An Yuyuan had a smile on his face.

After saying that, he raised his hand, flicked his wide sleeve, and waved away the green smoke after the uninhabited ghost died, and another ray of light appeared on his fingertips, and his index finger landed on Wen Hongwen Yintang. superior.

The next moment, the index finger brushed Yintang lightly, the blackened and dead energy in the dark was dissipated, and the halo also entered Wen Hongwen's head, like a sponge absorbed by water.

Wen Hongwen's pale face was rosy to the naked eye, and his blood-red eyes had recovered...

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