Chapter 63 Crazy


Chapter 63 Madness

Lin Yuanqing led the knocker around. In this hour, the knocker didn't kill many people.

Lin Yuanqing also took care of two ghosts that revived after the death of the ghost master.

At this time, the shared position with Yang Jian was only about one kilometer away. He retracted the chain, released the two ghosts imprisoned in front of him, ducked, and disappeared.

With Lin Yuanqing's control, there should be dozens of people left in the hotel now, and not many ghost controllers inside died.

"President Nakamoto, we're here." The driver said cautiously. On the way, President Nakamoto called his secretary's phone many times, but no one answered every time. Now President Nakamoto's face was very gloomy.

President Nakamoto got out of the car, looked at the darkness in front of him, and walked forward, his eyes full of viciousness without a trace of fear.

Yang Jian looked at President Nakamoto, thought for a while, and followed him.

The two approached and entered the ghost realm easily. The ghost realm is easy to get in but difficult to get out.

There are dilapidated scenes everywhere inside. Yang Jian looked at the surrounding environment and gradually recalled what happened in No. 7 Middle School. It is still fresh in his memory, but today is different from the past. Even if he knocks on the door now, It's not like a ghost can't win if he fights head-on.

The two of them walked into the Knocking Ghost Ghost Domain. There were ghost slaves everywhere. President Nakamoto's expression became increasingly gloomy. He took out two golden pistols and pulled the trigger on the ghost slaves.

Bang, bang, bang, the sound of gunfire was particularly loud in this extremely quiet environment.

The ghost slaves present fell down one by one, and every shot hit. It was hard to tell that President Nakamoto was a sharpshooter.

The gunfire spread far away. When the survivors in the hotel heard the gunfire, they immediately thought that President Nakamoto was back and ran out one after another.

The ghost masters who were still alive did not move and continued to hide. They knew that President Nakamoto was just an ordinary person and could not play any role.

President Nakamoto looked at his former subordinates being killed one by one by him, and the club he inherited from the previous president was on the verge of extinction. He thought: No, the club must not be destroyed in my hands.

President Nakamoto looked almost crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, and as he moved forward, the ghost slaves on the road were shot to death one by one.

Looking at President Nakamoto’s almost crazy look, Yang Jian had a little bit of unbearability in his eyes, but the unbearability appeared for a moment, and his eyes became firm. This is the world, if you are not cruel Just can't survive.

Along the way, President Nakamoto did not dodge the ghost slave that rushed towards him. He shot him directly and then kicked him away.

Finally, the two of them entered the hall. President Nakamoto was changing bullets as fast as he could, without stopping, and walked directly to the stairs with his gun fired.

The people who ran out were very excited when they saw President Nakamoto's brave appearance and ran directly to President Nakamoto.

President Nakamoto stopped and retreated to the hall, intending to meet the survivors here.

His marksmanship was really accurate. No living person who ran towards him was injured along the way, but all the ghost slaves were killed.

More and more people gathered in the hall, and finally, boom, boom, a strange knock on the door sounded.

The noise around them, which was still a little noisy because of the rescue, suddenly stopped. Everyone huddled behind President Nakamoto and shivered out of fear.

Yang Jian found that President Nakamoto didn't show any fear even if the ghost was close at hand, and his eyes were fixed on the direction where the knock on the door came from.

Dong, dong, dong, the strange knock on the door sounded again. President Nakamoto did not hesitate and took out an object wrapped in gold foil from his arms.

The gold foil paper was directly torn open, revealing a pistol, but this pistol was different from the traditional pistol. It was actually made of white bones, with three blood-red grooves on it.

The moment the gold foil paper was torn open, two of the three grooves lit up with pitch black flames.

President Nakamoto looked ferocious, holding a bone pistol and ran directly to the place where the knock on the door came.

When they got closer, the door to the hall that was originally open was closed at some point. President Nakamoto grabbed the door handle and tried to open it, but no matter how hard he tried, the door wouldn't budge.

President Nakamoto turned his head, stared at Yang Jian with bloodshot eyes, and said, "Open the door for me."

Yang Jian did not speak, but stared at his hands. pistol, and he felt the breath of death from above.

"Open the door for me!" President Nakamoto repeated, his expression became more ferocious, and the bone pistol in his hand was raised and pointed at Yang Jian.

Dong, dong, dong, the knocking on the door continued. In the hall, the first deceased appeared, and the survivors around him screamed and ran away.

And Yang Jian was pointed at a gun, and a strong sense of danger enveloped him, as if he would die instantly as long as the other party pulled the trigger.

"Are you threatening me?" Yang Jian's face instantly darkened and he said coldly.

“Open the door for me!” President Nakamoto yelled hysterically with his bloodshot eyes bulging out.

Seeing the people around him still dying one by one, President Nakamoto’s hand holding the gun was trembling slightly.

He recalled everything he had with the previous president. When he was still down and out and even begging everywhere, he still remembered that he was really very young at the time and a warm hand stretched out in front of him.

"What's your name?"

"I don't have a name."

"How about I pick one for you?"

"Okay."

"Then you will be called Nakamoto Junki from now on!"

"Is this my name? It sounds so nice."

"Come with me, I will take you to do great things."

"Where are you going?"

"How about protecting Tokyo?"

"Really? Can I do that?"

"Of course, we are always protecting Tokyo now."

This is the way it looked when we first met. It was very beautiful. It was this encounter that left an indelible warmth in President Nakamoto's heart.

Before the former president died, he was lying in the arms of President Nakamoto. He said: "Jungui, I will leave the club to you. I have to leave first. You must remember Although we are just a club, the entire Tokyo is protected by us, and the hope of Tokyo is in your hands. Take this, and remember, never use this gun unless absolutely necessary, because..."

Thinking of this, President Nakamoto suddenly covered his face , with tears between his fingers, he knelt down to Yang Jian, kowtowed to the ground and said in a voice that was almost pleading: "Please, help me open the door. The club cannot be destroyed in my hands. Please, I will give it to you." You kowtow, please, I really can’t "Destroyed in my hands."

The unbearable feeling appeared in Yang Jian's eyes again. The ghost shadow activated, and the tall headless ghost stood up and walked towards the door. The ghost's hand stretched out and grabbed it. Pull the door handle hard and the door opens.

President Nakamoto, who was still kowtowing, heard the movement behind him, stood up immediately, wiped away his tears, turned around, his eyes returned to fierceness, and stared at the knocker.

The knocker is still making mechanical movements to knock on the door repeatedly. The strange thing is that although there is no door, the almost weird knocking sound is still ringing.

President Nakamoto raised his pistol and pointed it at the knocker, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

An almost eerie sound sounded, as if the soul was roaring from the endless abyss, and it was unusually penetrating.

President Nakamoto, who fired the gun, aged at an extremely fast speed under Yang Jian's incredible eyes, as if he had experienced decades of light and shadow destruction in an instant. (End of chapter)

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