Weird Regulator

Chen Hansheng was afraid of running away in ten days. This has always been the case.

Because this was the only time he was at his wits' end, as helpless as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

It's weird to watch your former self die.

But he didn't have time to experience it.

Even Fang Shenyan, who was surprised that he could escape death in this way, had no chance.

Chen Hansheng's body had been soaked by the rain, and he was shivering secretly in the night, but he could only hold his head high.

In the air, he vaguely saw several black figures, waiting for him to gather in another dimension.

"Wei Hu, Wen Linghua, Yi Hui, Tan Song..."

Those names that had disappeared in the past years suddenly crowded into Chen Hansheng's mind, disturbing his thinking.

He shook his head hard, and the raindrops from his hair hit his face.

An irresistible, crushing force like rules came from all directions.

Chen Hansheng pulled out the transformed Zhao Zilong shadow puppet, but then pulled it back, as if struggling for a moment.

Then, he clenched his steel teeth and threw out two black-armored generals.

Two generals of Cao's army appeared, and two two-meter-tall black figures, one on the left and one on the right, emerged in the hazy rain.

However, the moment they appeared, they immediately shrank towards Chen Hansheng's position until they were completely integrated into the body.

Looking again, Chen Hansheng's appearance changed drastically at this time.

Two completely different types of armor appeared in front of and behind him, and there were two more spears in his hands.

The bravery is overwhelming and the murderous intent is permeated.

In an instant, Chen Hansheng seemed to have become a general who had traveled from ancient battlefields, standing tall in the wind and rain.

But that terrifying momentum only existed for less than half a second.

The killing force that was comparable to unsolvable rules fell from the sky and came with a crushing force.

The armor that had just been possessed exploded one after another, and the two spears turned into ashes before they even showed their blades.

Chen Hansheng's chest dented heavily, and he backed up crazily in the rain until he fell on his back.

A large mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat, staining his cheeks red. There was blood between his white teeth, which was immediately washed away by the rain.

Chen Hansheng fell to the ground seriously injured, looking directly at the gloomy sky, but laughing on his back.

Defeated but not dead, it means that his method is effective.

Two pieces of Cao Jun's black-armored generals, attached to oneself, can withstand a ten-day fugitive ghost's unexplained murder.

In the second second, the target, Chen Hansheng, failed.

Chen Hansheng struggled and half-knelt on the ground, raised his head and stared at Fang Shenyan not far away, and said word by word:

"Having just entered the hotel, how many reserves and trump cards do you have?

Fang Shenyan, let me see how many times you can resist! "

In the third second, the target party Shenyan started.

Fang Shenyan's body was shaking in the rain. In just two seconds, he was already at the end of his strength.

As early as when he reached the third level, he had already lost an eye.

In increasingly bad circumstances, his injuries became more serious, almost causing him to lose most of his vitality.

The reason why I can still think and stand at this moment is entirely because of the White-faced Ghost mask.

The white light was still flickering on his cheeks, but it was gradually getting thinner.

The third level of ghosts was helping him maintain the pitiful power of sinful objects and barely survive the game.

Chen Hansheng is right.

In this game of Russian Roulette, you are betting your life again and again, not only your will and luck, but also your heritage.

And he, Fang Shenyan, was just a clerk who had been in the hotel for more than two months.

Fang Shenyan raised his head with difficulty and glanced at Chen Hansheng indifferently, like a dying candle.

His right hand was once again placed on the ghost thread, and he slowly applied force.

"hiss……"

The last ghost thread was pulled out from his fingertips forcefully.

And the moment this thread fell off, all the multiple supernatural powers condensed on him disappeared.

Fang Shenyan took the initiative to extinguish the mask of the white-faced ghost, which was equivalent to getting rid of his connection with the third-level ghost.

His face became younger again, his body became thinner, and he already looked like he was in his early twenties.

The price of sin will come like a flood.

It is very likely that he will not survive the last two seconds and will lose his memory and become a young man with no ability to resist.

But if he doesn't do this this time, he will no longer have the ability to block this attack.

It got rid of the blessing of the third layer of ghosts, erased the effect of the white-faced ghost mask, and also cut off the connection with the Tokayu ghost.

In the third second, the target Fang Shenyan failed.

The price is too high.

Once again he paid a heavy price.

But this time, for Fang Shenyan, he no longer had the protection of the sinful object, and also lost the blessing of the third layer of ghosts.

But the countdown did not disappear as the ghosts on the third floor evacuated.

Because Fang Shenyan, there should be about two seconds before he returns to being a boy.

This life-betting game between Fang and Chen is still not over.

In the fourth second, the target, Chen Hansheng, started.

Fang Shenyan delayed for another second and pointed the gun at Chen Hansheng again.

But this time, Chen Hansheng was not as nervous as before, but became more confident.

Fang Shenyan took the initiative to distance himself from the third-level ghost and stopped the effect of the sinful object.

This means that he has reached the end of his rope.

Chen Hansheng climbed on the water-filled road several times before standing up, and threw the two shadow puppets of black-armored generals in his palms into the air.

Repeat the old tricks.

Two shadow puppets joined him. Chen Hansheng recovered from his injuries briefly and straightened his body to face the fourth second.

Darkness fell, armor shattered, weapons turned to dust.

But Chen Hansheng's expression suddenly changed, because he immediately realized that this time the attack would be more violent.

The effects of the two shadow puppets were all shattered in an instant, but not even a second passed.

Chen Hansheng's veins popped out, he had no time to hesitate, and finally drew the last black-armored general.

There are seven original shadow puppets.

One of them was ruined by Ji Li during the last store manager mission.

Now there are only one white helmet and white armor of Zhao Zilong, and five black armors of Cao Jun generals.

Zhao Zilong's shadow puppet was of course the most powerful one, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

But Cao Jun's shadow puppets are equally precious, and now three more are about to be destroyed.

The muscles on Chen Hansheng's face were trembling, his heart was bleeding, and he could only watch another Cao Jun shadow puppet being shattered.

In the fourth second, the target, Chen Hansheng, failed.

But for him, the taste of victory was extremely bitter.

The evil objects of shadow puppets are the foundation of Chen Hansheng's life, and now only six of them have been eliminated.

Is it worth it?

Chen Hansheng was lying in a puddle. The cold rain made him feel suffocated, and the fire of death was burning his little remaining vitality.

"The shadow puppets come from the fourth level, as long as...as long as I survive the third level...

As long as I drag Fang Shenyan to death, I...I will definitely be worth it! "

At the fifth second, the target party Shenyan started.

Chen Hansheng raised his head in pain. He wanted to watch Fang Shenyan die with his own eyes.

What benevolence, justice and morality, what is right and wrong, good and evil, are not important at this moment.

Only if one dies can one live.

Give him one more second and day 211 will be recorded and become part of the perfect answer.

"Even the ghosts on the third level have abandoned you. I don't believe you can survive another second!"

The traces of time appear less and less on Fang Shenyan's face, and the memory of entering the hotel begins to fragment.

Under the heavy rain, Fang Shenyan slowly raised his head and looked directly into Chen Hansheng's blood-red eyes through the surging crowd.

His left hand was taken out from his arms, and a vermilion wooden sculpture was exposed to the wind.

In just an instant, the situation suddenly changed and the light source went out.

Fang Shenyan's clothes turned into a pure black hospital gown, and the five fingers on his right hand turned into carving knives.

And his face became blurred until it was blank.

The carving knife flashed a silver light in the dark night, and the face carved from vermilion wood took shape.

At the fifth second, the target Fang Shenyan failed.

Because Fang Shenyan became a faceless person in this second.