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If it were another ghost master, they might have died if they faced the three kings at the same time.

But Lu Zhiwen was a captain of the headquarters anyway, even if he wasn't particularly strong, his life-saving ability was pretty good.

When the three kings appeared in front of him, his first reaction was to run away.

So of course, the kings' first attack failed.

At this moment, what was cut by the kitchen knife was just a wooden man, and there were only wooden lines in the split forehead, which was the body of a living person.

But in the face of this situation, the kings were not surprised, after all, they didn't expect to be able to kill people of the same level all at once.

But don't worry that the other party will escape.

After all, the gravedigger has already made a move, and the other party cannot escape.

"It's really dangerous. These guys really aimed at me? They started fighting as soon as they came up. I don't know if anyone else is being targeted besides me."

At this moment, Lu Zhiwen walked out of an inconspicuous alley in the area he was in charge of. He felt that the top priority now should be to protect himself, rather than thinking about killing himself.

Then, he felt something stop, and reached out to touch his forehead.

A strand of viscous blood gradually seeped out from the forehead, and as time passed, more and more blood flowed out.

"Obviously there is no wound, but blood is constantly oozing. Is it because of that kitchen knife? It's really scary. If this is really cut by a knife, I'm afraid I will definitely die."

Lu Zhiwen's expression froze, and he immediately realized what was going on.

"It seems that the wooden man can no longer be used casually, otherwise I will probably die if I get hacked a few more times by the butcher."

At this moment, Lu Zhiwen felt his head start to ache sharply, as if he had been stabbed by a knife, but no matter how blood oozes from his forehead and how the pain intensifies, in fact there is no scar on his head at all.

Feeling bad, he planned to move places to avoid being targeted by staying in one position for a long time.

However, just as Lu Zhiwen took a step forward, his feet were suddenly empty.

Then a terrible pulling force came from that foot.

Looking down, Lu Zhiwen's eyes shrank suddenly. He saw a pothole in front of him at some point. This pothole seemed to be dug artificially, but it was pitch black and bottomless. What was horrifying was that there was a dirty, skinny and cold hand in the pothole at this moment, grabbing his ankle and dragging it down desperately.

This kind of pulling force is astonishing, or it is not pure force at all, but an irresistible supernatural force that is causing Lu Zhiwen to fall into a deep pit.

"Is it another king's method? This place has already been blocked, and it seems that they have expected that I will escape."

Sensing that the situation was not good, Lu Zhiwen immediately took out a pen without the slightest hesitation.

This is a blood-oozing writing brush, but as soon as it is taken out, blood drips from the pen tip.

However, when the blood dripped on the palm protruding from the black hole, the blood actually penetrated the palm directly.

The weird palm began to rot, and the rotten area spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a few seconds, the palm holding Lu Zhiwen would be completely eroded away.

"It's too late, and you won't be given another chance to escape."

The next moment, a familiar voice sounded, and the painter appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the top of Lu Zhiwen's head went black, and a black cloth fell from above him.

Before the black cloth came into contact with it, Lu Zhiwen smelled a strong smell of corpses. This black cloth was not an ordinary cloth at all. It gave him the feeling that it was a terrible ghost, but this ghost was made of black cloth. The image exists.

"This ends your life."

The butcher also appeared. His obese but lifeless body was like a wall, blocking Lu Zhiwen's way of escape. The curly blade in his hand, the kitchen knife covered in blood, slashed towards Lu Zhiwen again. At the same time, the surrounding environment Even more affected.

Some kind of unknown ghost domain directly blocked this place, not giving Lu Zhiwen any chance to stand up.

The three kings shot together at the moment. Even if Lu Zhiwen had some means to save his life, it was not enough at this time. Even if he could fight back, so what, at most he could hurt the opponent, but as the price, he would have to pay his own life.

"This is bad."

A touch of despair appeared on Lu Zhiwen's numb face. Although he still had a lot of supernatural props in his hand, such as surrogate dolls and ghost candles, they could not affect the situation at this time, but he still did not give up and chose to release them at this time. Replace the dead doll.

However, when the dead baby had just poked a head out of Lu Zhiwen's pocket, the king's attack had already arrived.

The dead doll was killed first.

A knife mark almost split the doll's head in half, but fortunately a king's attack was blocked.

However, Lu Zhiwen, the piece of black cloth that fell above his head, had no choice but to resist.

Seeing this, the painter showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, thinking that he should have already succeeded.

But at this critical moment.

A strange wind blew out from the depths of the alley, blowing on the upper bodies of several people, and instantly blowing away the black cloth that was about to fall on Lu Zhiwen's head.

Unsteadily, it drifted towards the depths of the alley.

It was obviously the black cloth that stored supernatural power, but at this moment, it seemed that there was nothing abnormal, and it was blown away by a gust of wind.

This bizarre scene made the three kings unable to bear it.

But then, a delicate voice came from the depths of the alley.

"Oh, who is throwing things around? Don't you know that it will pollute the environment if you are so devoid of public morals? Besides, it's not good for such a big piece of cloth to press on flowers and plants~~"

The moment the voice fell, a woman in a red cheongsam, with a graceful figure and a very beautiful figure, came out from the depths of the alley, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a bright red lip on her fair face was even more charming .

Looking at the people in front of her, the woman covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Sorry, those in front, can you help me? I'm lost, where is this?"

For an instant.

The three kings looked at the woman in the cheongsam in unison, and immediately became vigilant, with murderous intent in their eyes.

This place has been sealed off by them with supernatural powers, and idlers can't come in, not even ghost masters. As for this woman, she didn't come sooner or later, and she appeared just when they were about to kill the captain of the headquarters.

There is no doubt that this must be the hidden power of the headquarters, and maybe a new captain.

All in all, definitely not to stay.