Chapter 389 People disembarking from the ship
“Don’t worry about Li Leping for now, come with me to deal with the captain.”
The ghosts in the dim alley extended over, and Liu San’s figure walked out of the ghosts, Looking at the battle on the captain's side, his expression suddenly became very solemn.
Three of the four dead souls summoned by He Yin'er were killed by the captain, and the last one was still struggling, but it could not hold on for much longer.
Soon, Liu San rushed over, and lifelike paper figures walked out from all directions in the port, heading towards the battle area to support them.
Zhou Deng and Lu Zhiwen looked at each other, abandoned Li Leping's body, and rushed over.
He Yin'er stayed where he was, with a pair of black and white pupils twinkling, he took out a spiritual tablet from his backpack and began to summon spirits again.
"Who?"
He Yin'er stopped his movements, as if he had discovered something, and suddenly turned his head to look.
“It’s me.”
Liu San's ghost dissipated, revealing the figure of a young man, Wang Chaling.
Wang Chaling paused, cautiously not approaching He Yin'er, and looked ahead.
Seeing that the only remaining ghost was caught by the captain, he looked nervous and his palms broke into cold sweat. He whispered: "Grandpa and grandma, help me kill the captain. Mom and dad, protect me."
Two lifeless old men appeared behind him. They were dressed in clothes from the Republic of China. Their faces were wrinkled and their bodies were black and white, as if they were dead souls who had walked out of the photos.
The two illusory and strange old men turned to look at the captain and walked over hand in hand.
Before it was over, two middle-aged couples with illusory and cold bodies appeared next to Wang Chaling again.
The middle-aged man was tall, with his arms spread wide, and his body blocked in front of Wang Chaling, as if he could block all risks. The middle-aged woman became illusory and slowly walked into Wang Chaling's body, protecting her in the form of storage.
Even if the ghost can bypass the middle-aged man's obstruction, the middle-aged woman will withstand the supernatural attack for Wang Chaling and prevent him from dying.
The other side.
The captain's eyes were lifeless and numb, and he grasped the remaining soul in his hand, as if grasping a weak moth.
The palm that was like a metallic sheen gradually exerted force, and the body of the dead man quickly began to dim, twisted, exploded into a plume of smoke, and then dissipated.
But the next moment.
Liu San's murderous intention burst out, leading dozens of paper figures to rush forward, surrounding the captain airtightly.
The yellowed straw paper on his palm peeled off, revealing a strange and skinny palm underneath, and he grabbed the captain fiercely, trying to restrain him in place.
However, he soon discovered that something was wrong. The old corpse he was driving seemed to be completely asleep, and his supernatural power was declining.
The source was restricted, and the dozens of paper figures around him lost their supernatural support and the ability to move.
"Something's wrong, I can't touch this guy." Liu San opened his eyes wide, feeling a little anxious in his heart.
Just when he wanted to pull away and leave, it was already too late.
A thin black mist appeared again around the captain. The sound of riding the wind and waves came from the mist, and an old and dilapidated ship began to appear.
“Suffer!”
Liu San's expression changed, and an even more terrifying suppression fell on him, making him unable to move at all.
Fortunately, Zhou Deng and Lu Zhiwen arrived in time.
Zhou Deng's eyes moved slightly under the mask, and he held an old small toy in his hand. It was a slingshot that children used to play with.
The body of the bow is a withered child's hand with the index finger and middle finger bigger than each other. The two leather strips tied together are still stained with blood that cannot be washed away, like a hand tendon pulled out from a corpse, hanging down. The slingshot pocket was a piece of skin that had been peeled off and turned black and blue.
Obviously, this is an extremely weird supernatural item.
He first took out a blackened fingertip and used it as a projectile and put it into his slingshot pocket. He then held the slingshot pocket and placed it beside his eye. After taking quick aim, he fired the severed finger towards the captain.
The remaining nails on this severed finger seemed to have been carefully trimmed into a sharp shape, and there was a black shimmer on the nails. Under some strange supernatural influence, they were instantly nailed to the captain's head. physically.
Cracks appeared in the area where the captain was hit, and then more and more cracks appeared, and his body was shattered like porcelain.
Soon.
Lu Zhiwen's supernatural attacks also followed. After getting close to a certain distance, he waved the brush in his hand and threw a drop of rancid black blood from the tip of the pen on the captain.
"Chichi..."
The parts contaminated by blood rotted quickly, and the rotten area spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The captain stood there, his rotten face expressionless.
But the black mist floated, and the traces of decay and countless cracks were instantly erased out of thin air, as if they had never appeared.
In the black mist, even the severed finger that pierced the body disappeared.
Lu Zhiwen's expression changed suddenly, and he found that the supernatural power in his body began to decline rapidly when he entered the area shrouded in black mist.
The captain stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Zhiwen's head, who was very close at hand.
“How is that possible!”
Lu Zhiwen’s eyes widened. At this moment, he finally understood why Li Leping allowed himself to be torn apart after falling into the hands of the captain.
Under the terrible supernatural suppression, the evil ghost he controlled fell into a deep sleep.
In other words, during the period of being suppressed, he became a ghost controller worse than ordinary people.
The terrifying rotten palm was getting closer and closer, as if it was blocking the sky and the sun, gradually covering his sight.
Lu Zhiwen tried his best to activate the supernatural power in his body, trying to escape through the wooden man's supernatural golden cicada, but the supernatural power was suppressed too hard and it was impossible to do so.
“It’s over.”
Just when Lu Zhiwen felt desperate.
Suddenly.
A cold and skinny palm grabbed the captain's hand.
He is Wang Chaling’s grandfather.
The two old men walked into the black mist hand in hand with expressionless faces. Under the supernatural suppression of darkness, they still had the strength to stop the captain's attack.
Wang Chaling’s grandfather touched the captain’s body, but his supernatural power was not suppressed to silence.
"He's saved."
Lu Zhiwen breathed rapidly, and his chest heaved violently.
Taking this opportunity, he pulled Liu San and ran towards the back, desperately trying to stay away from the influence of the supernatural ship.
The captain was completely indifferent to Lu Zhiwen and Liu San's actions of escaping. Instead, he turned his head and stared at the two illusory old men holding hands with dead eyes, a trace of emotion flashed on his face.
Very direct.
The weird old woman next to Grandpa Wang Chaling also stretched out her hand and grabbed the captain's other arm.
The attack from the two ghosts came instantly.
The next moment.
As the ghost pulled him, the captain's body turned into rich darkness, gradually deforming and twisting.
But the captain's body is like tough rubber. No matter how it is pulled or deformed, it has not been torn in half.
The fog is rising.
The captain's face was expressionless. The old and dilapidated ship had fully appeared. He began to sail in the mist and ran directly towards the two illusory and strange old men who attacked him.
This is the captain's most terrifying supernatural attack, because no supernatural force can stand up to a ghost ship.
“Bang~bang.”
Two dull collisions sounded. The two old men did not let go, so they were hit by the ghost ship and were knocked away from the darkness in the form of a parabola. go out.
On the other side, when Wang Chaling saw this scene, the blood on his face suddenly faded away, and he exclaimed in disbelief: "How is this possible?"
Two old men from the Wang family hit the ground heavily. , motionless, his body seemed to be crushed and broken so badly, as if he was really dead.
After knocking off two old men from the Wang family, the captain stopped attacking the captain at the headquarters and turned around to fly towards the ghost ship staying in the sky.
“Still want to board the ship?”
Shen Lin held a scarlet ax and resolutely blocked the captain’s route.
He Tianxiong was sweating profusely, holding the surrogate doll tightly in his hand, and stood beside Shen Lin without saying a word or retreating.
The captain looked at them with a rotten face and a numb expression. He drove the illusory ghost ship sailing in the black fog and charged head-on without hesitation.
Shen Lin's expression changed, and the ship in his pupils kept enlarging. He aimed at the captain and threw the ax in his hand, and then pushed He Tianxiong, pushing him away.
And at this moment, he just restarted and disappeared.
The captain is coming menacingly, and no one will be stupid enough to withstand the attack of the ghost ship with their own body, given the tragic situation of the old ghosts of the Wang family.
Accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, after the scarlet ax approached the captain, its flight path deviated strangely, without hitting it, and flew straight away from the side.
Just not for a while.
The captain suddenly stopped because four figures appeared out of thin air in front of him, blocking his way to board the ship. It was Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang and Ye Zhen who had just disembarked.
After a moment of confrontation, suddenly, everyone looked in the same direction.
There was a dark red ghost spreading over there, covering the sky above them at an incredible speed.
The sky was dyed red, as if layers of fire clouds were gathering. Within the area shrouded by ghosts, the tone of the world turned dark red.
A dark red sun slowly rises into the sky.
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