The three people at the end of Chapter 1338 (please subscribe, please collect, please monthly vote, please recommend votes)
Before he could find other ways, something more terrifying happened.
A lifeless old woman appeared next to him, but what followed was that the old woman's body quickly faded, and finally disappeared.
Then a vague and strange figure began to appear next to the gravedigger, as if this person was going to replace him in this world.
“We must get out of here as soon as possible.”
The gravedigger felt something was wrong. He wanted to escape again, but then a tall figure enveloped him.
The terrifying shadow is like a huge mountain, crushing people so that they can’t breathe.
And this is not an illusion, but the gravedigger really feels that his body can no longer move, and can only watch himself disappear little by little, and there is no way.
This was the first time he experienced this feeling of despair.
He cast his desperate eyes on the butcher and the painter, but they couldn't care about him at the moment, and each used supernatural means to escape.
For example, the painter took the butcher directly into his painting, trying to use this method to avoid supernatural attacks.
“What kind of monster is this? Its strength is so terrifying. Each doll has supernatural powers that make people feel desperate. And how many such dolls did that woman bring?”
"The devil knows how many there are, but there must be more than that. She seems to be able to control the number of those dolls."
The butcher's face was also covered in sweat at this moment, and his ferocious face was full of fear. At this moment, my heart was already overwhelmed by fear.
It's not that he never thought about counterattack, but after a brief supernatural collision, he found that he was no match at all. The gap between them was too big, and even one of the puppets was enough to kill him.
"The more powerful the supernatural being, the more it has to pay a price. Such a terrifying puppet will not be able to maintain its activity for a long time. As long as I survive this dangerous period, I can escape from here safely."
While speaking, , the painter also led the butcher running at high speed, trying to escape.
Although his decision was okay, he never thought about one question: how could he escape from these puppets who had inherited the supernatural powers of the ghost masters of the Republic of China?
The answer is impossible.
Because among the puppets are the cemetery owners Luo Qian and Meng Xiaodong.
The supernatural combination of these two top ghost masters during the Republic of China was enough to seal the past and bury the present. No one can escape from this supernatural presence.
Soon.
The two people in the painting were blocked. What stood in front of them was an endless cemetery. This cemetery broke through the painter's supernatural powers and appeared in the world of the painting. It was a land that could not be seen. A supernatural place beyond.
“How is that possible!”
Immediately, the painter took out his pen and wanted to erase this supernatural world that did not belong to his own world.
However, the moment he took out his paintbrush, several strange puppets immediately appeared in front of him.
One puppet is lifeless with corpse spots on his face, one puppet is holding a basket and looks like a middle-aged woman, and the other puppet is decayed and cold, like a corpse in a grave.
“Damn it, did it come so fast?” The painter was shocked and angry.
He has lost the courage to resist at this moment and does not dare to take action against these people. Now he just wants to stay away from these terrible guys.
Without any hesitation, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and then he actually pushed the butcher beside him forward, trying to let the butcher delay the upcoming terrorist attack.
"Painter, you bitch!"
A look of rage flashed across the butcher's face. He never expected that the painter would push him out at this moment and use him as a target so that he could escape.
It’s not that he doesn’t have this idea, it’s just that he is in the painter’s supernatural world. Even if he pushes the painter out, it will be difficult to find a way out.
Unexpectedly, while he was still hesitating, the painter had already taken action.
The next moment, the butcher's eyes suddenly went dark, all the light was lost, and then he felt a spin in the darkness.
Without any warning, his head was cut off by something, and it fell directly from his neck to the ground.
Such an attack is impossible to prevent.
If only the head is lost, a ghost master of their level will not die immediately. As long as the body can be reattached, they can still live.
However, before he could think about it, the butcher felt endless grave soil coming toward him.
“How could this happen?” The butcher wanted to shout, but the grave soil covered his mouth and covered his head and body.
In less than ten seconds, an inconspicuous new grave was added to this endless cemetery, and the butcher disappeared from this world.
Knowing that the butcher alone could not delay the puppets for too long, the painter decided to release the ghosts he had imprisoned in order to delay them for a longer time.
As for what will happen next, he can no longer control it. He can only think about the problems ahead after getting through the immediate crisis.
However, just when the painter took out a scroll containing countless ghosts from his pocket, a lifeless puppet man with a face full of corpse spots took action.
For a moment, the light around the painter dimmed, as if a light was suddenly extinguished, and then there was the sound of the door opening creaking in the darkness, and this sound did not only appear in one place, but also appeared in all directions. It was such a sound that it seemed like countless doors were opened at this moment.
Following the appearance of these supernatural phenomena, the surrounding area fell into a dead silence, and no more movement could be heard.
Just waiting for some kind of terrible supernatural being to dissipate and the light to return again.
It was only at this time that we could see clearly that the painter had long since lost his breath of life, and the scroll full of ghosts was quickly buried in the graves on the ground.
At this point, this wave of attacks against the headquarters captain ended, ending with the death of the three kings.
Lu Zhiwen, who was watching the scene in front of him, widened his eyes in surprise. He never imagined that the three kings of the king's organization would be ganged up by a woman of unknown origin in just a few minutes. destroyed.
The supernatural power this woman possesses is too terrifying, right?
What’s even more bizarre is that there has never been any record of such a number one person in the headquarters’ information, as if he appeared out of thin air.
“Tell Su Yuan that I have done what I promised him.”
No matter what he thought, Sister Hong left these words and hummed a retro ditty and stepped on He wore high heels and swayed his waist as he slowly left.
For her, this is just a trivial thing.
After all, her era is over.
In the new era, characters like her who survive from the past are destined to be lonely. (End of this chapter)