Chapter 201 Rules without Rules
One of the seven street vendors on No. 2 Street died, and all six were imprisoned.
The mirror ghost's ghostly sucking force, the ghost controller who is not scary enough will never be able to escape the fate of being sent to the mirror space to be imprisoned.
The heartbeat sounds after the ghost's heart suddenly stopped. The curse of death has spread among the ghosts, silently and difficult to detect.
“Bang bang bang.”
Ye Zhen's figure flickered like a ghost, and an afterimage flashed out from all directions. He waved his fist and hit the old man again and again.
The leather shoes under his feet are a supernatural item that can ignore the blurry white ghosts and suddenly appear somewhere.
"We are in trouble today."
The old man's face was solemn, and his grease-covered hands kept catching Ye Zhen's fists. Occasionally, he would be punched, and the oil stains all over his body would continue to The explosion and splashing are like pouring a spoon or two of cold water into hot oil, and the supernatural powers cancel each other out.
Ye Zhen stopped, looked at the oil on his fist, and shouted: "You are relying on your old age to act like your old age, and you will get punched by me again."
After saying that, the figure disappeared again and swept forward.
The curse of ghost heart also comes quietly at this moment.
The old oil man covered his heart with one hand, his face changed drastically, the old oil pot in his hand tipped over, and a stream of butter flowed out from the mouth of the pot. After covering his palm, he immediately patted his heart impatiently, trying to cook it with a ghost. The ghost oil counteracts the weird and terrifying curse.
"You dare to be distracted when fighting me." Ye Zhen's figure flashed out, jumped up, and punched hard.
The white ghosts were torn apart by this ordinary punch. The ghosts and the supernatural beings hidden in the fists were superimposed. Such a powerful supernatural power would be unimaginable if it hit a human body. Know.
Bang.
The oily old man's pupils shrank, his body was hit by a fist, a large amount of grease splashed, four ribs were immediately broken by the huge force, and his whole body was beaten out like a broken sack.
In addition to the pain, his old eyes were dim. In a trance, he seemed to see the tall shadow in the ghost, raising his hand and shaking it towards him.
The old man was still flying in the air, and Liang Xingyang's attacks followed one after another, trying to lock the old man into the mirror space together.
A large amount of grease exploded and splashed, counteracting the attacks of ghosts that affected reality.
Bang.
The old man fell to the ground with a painful expression on his face, his hand holding the oil pot trembling.
The two are top ghost controllers who have escaped the resurrection of the evil ghost. Whether it is Liang Xingyang or Ye Zhen, any one of them can suppress the old man head-on. With the joint efforts, the shop owner on Street 6 had no chance to breathe at all. He did not die suddenly in an instant. The ghost recovered and was already powerful.
"Puff thump thump~"
The oily old man lowered his head in fear. His heart was beating uncontrollably at the yellow grease-smeared heart, and the beating frequency was very disordered.
The supernatural power of the ghost oil cannot resist the supernatural attack of the ghost heart, which is why such an abnormal scene occurs. Over time, the heartbeat curse will break through the ghost oil's supernatural protection and kill him.
"I hit an iron plate today. If I don't work hard, I'm afraid this old bone will be broken here."
A layer of thick grease appeared all over the old man's body, as if it was about to melt. . In order to survive, he completely let go of his restrictions and did not hesitate to take the initiative to revive the evil ghost and risk his life in the fight.
The lid of the old oil pot was also opened, and all the butter stored inside was poured out. The ground was covered with a layer of sticky and greasy butter.
"Old ghost, it's too late to risk your life now." Ye Zhen shouted.
Liang Xingyang walked over holding the coffin nails and stared at the dying old man with an indifferent expression.
But the next moment.
A corner of the fuzzy ghost was torn open, and on top of a puddle of butter, the shadow of a foreign cemetery emerged. In front of the flat cemetery was not a tombstone, but an old and mottled wooden cross.
The old man was lying on the cemetery in a large shape, like a dying person, looking at the two of them insidiously.
His body was boiling with white oil, and his flesh and blood gradually melted into grease, dripping into the butter. Butter's supernatural power seemed to be strengthened, and two rotten arms covered in mud flew out of the foreign cemetery and attacked Liang Xingyang and Ye Zhen at extremely fast speeds.
This is a supernatural attack combined by several kinds of evil spirits.
The rotten arm phantom stabbed like a javelin. Liang Xingyang's figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air, using ghosts to avoid the attack.
"Break it!"
And Ye Zhen roared, the ghost tore apart, clenched his fist, waved it to directly defeat the rotten arm phantom,
But then moment.
The defeated rotten arm phantom was like a splash of hot butter, and it was sprinkled directly on Ye Zhen's fist.
Ye Zhen's eyes were a little shocked, and the flesh and blood on his arm was peeled off cleanly, turning into a bone arm.
“Ahem, cough, cough.”
The old man smiled sinisterly, lying on the flat cemetery, his whole body melting until he was no longer human.
Ye Zhen sneered: "Old ghost, do you think you can hurt me like this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the injury disappeared immediately, and the bone hand with traces of flesh and blood turned back into a normal and complete arm.
"How is it possible?"
The old man's eyes bulged, his heart skipped a beat, and he roared. This time, four rotten arm shadows flew out of the cemetery and attacked Ye Zhen. .
“You have no chance!”
Liang Xingyang’s voice sounded from the ghost world, and he emerged from the ghost world. The coffin nails in his hand disappeared, and ghost blood oozed from his palms. , a shriveled and rotten dead head popped up, was held in his hand and pointed at the old man.
A pair of gray-white eyes turned, and the empty and numb gaze condensed. The powerful supernatural power falling from the air directly acted on the old man.
On the other side, Ye Zhen's figure flashed continuously, avoiding the attack of the phantom of the rotten arm.
"Huh?"
The oily old man suddenly turned his head, and then found to his horror that he could not move.
The evil ghost on his body was suppressed by the strange supernatural power, and the heart at the heart began to ooze scarlet blood. Another powerful supernatural force suppressed the evil ghost, and the oil ghost and the other two matched evil ghosts fell into a deep sleep. .
What followed was horrific heart palpitations.
The old man's face was ashen, his old face became slack, and his eyes filled with reluctance slowly closed.
A large amount of strange blood flowed out from the heart of the corpse, stained the body, and fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood.
Scarlet blood covered the butter, the shadow of the cemetery disappeared suddenly, and even the butter sank into the ghost blood and disappeared.
Old Man You’s body gradually sank into the ghost blood and disappeared.
Liang Xingyang stepped over, his ghostly heart pulling him, and the blood squirming, returning to him.
Ye Zhen clapped his hands as if he had called it a day: "Look, together we are invincible. We will suppress everyone wherever we look."
"You old man is just a Yin Yang Street One of the defenders of the rules, kill him It doesn't help. There are no rules for buying and selling here, and the rules for indulgence may seem like rules, but they are actually rules without rules."
Liang Xingyang frowned and walked out of the alley first, looking at the deserted street. , inexplicably a little irritable.
Although Yin Yang Street will collapse sooner or later, it can survive for a while.
The rules of buying and selling are not regulated at all now, the market exists, and the hunting of ghost masters can never be eliminated.
As for the death of the old man, there is no right or wrong at all. This is the result of the conflict between Liang Xingyang’s insistence and the rules of Yin Yang Street. It can also be said to be a confrontation between the old and the new.
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