Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 232 Speed ​​through Huanggang Village (11)

Noticing the blood-stained white coat and Song Kui's unkind eyes, Lin Fan raised his eyebrows and said helplessly, "You really know how to pick your time."

"It's you who brought your own death."

Song Kui walked over with a grin on his face, followed by his numb family members.

But the young man in a blood-stained white coat who took out a hammer from his pocket looked at Lin Fan deeply, wondering what he was thinking.

In his opinion, whether it is the Yin Guilu at the moment, or the three of them who are planning to kill Lin Fan together, even if Ye Zhen is here today, Fang Shiming is not worthy of this kind of configuration.

But looking at Lin Fan's calm face, it didn't seem like he was pretending by force.

This made him unbearably shaken in his heart, could people like himself really kill Lin Fan?

"Whether you can or not, you have to give it a try! The matter of the Wuzhuohui must not be leaked." The young man thought as if telling himself.

And at the same time.

Facing the siege of the three, Lin Fan was also very helpless, not because he felt any pressure, but because he felt that the time he wasted earlier was not worth it.

I thought I could use this to catch a big fish of Wuzhuohui, but what I didn't expect was only a small shrimp, and I was completely sorry for the time I spent.

"If it's just like this, then you don't have to leave today." He shook his head, took a step back, and pulled his hands behind him, pulling out two figures.

Yang Jian and Zhang Han, who were dragged here inexplicably, were still a little confused.

Looking at Song Kui and the others who were staring at them, Zhang Han suddenly became nervous, a little embarrassed: "Lin Fan, we also want to help you, but in this situation, Yang Jian and I really can't help."

"You don't need to do anything, just let Xiao Yang help me." Lin Fan didn't count on Zhang Han, the scum of the war, and now he just pulled it out to get more heads.

Yang Jian nodded without any hesitation.

Lin Fan not only helped him control the second ghost, but also saved his own life. Now that he needs help, he must be obliged.

It's just that compared with the Wuzhuohui, which has a strong foundation, the current Yang Jian is still a bit worse. After his ghost baby grows up, it will be the time to shine completely. Lin Fan asked him to help him at this time, also for the sake of Promote the growth of Yang Jian.

"Although the number of people is the same, how do you make up for the gap in quality?" Song Kui didn't care about the existence of Yang Jian and Zhang Han at all, and walked over directly.

But it was such a ghost master who was followed by three fierce ghosts, and Yang Jian stepped forward to block him, with a dazzling red glow all over his body.

"Boy, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you leave now, I can let you live." Song Kui said with a smile.

But Yang Jian didn't seem to hear it. In the blink of an eye, he came to Song Kui's side, and then a palm stretched out from his abdomen.

"Ghosts and spirit attacks? That's right, there's something, so I'll kill you first."

Song Kui's stature became shorter, and there was an old lady with a stooped figure and a cat's face stitched on her face.

Seeing the sudden change of target, Yang Jian was startled, thinking that the other party also had ghosts like himself, so he took a step back and returned to a safe position.

"Xiao Yang's idea is quite good. You can play with Song Cry for a while just by driving the ghosts, but it won't last too long, hurry up."

Lin Fan felt from the bottom of his heart that Yang Jian was really different from other people in this world. He was like a natural ghost master. Compared with most people he met, his own quality was more than one level stronger. It is a well-deserved protagonist role.

It's no wonder that in the future, Yang Jian will grow to the point where there is almost a fault. This unique talent alone will open up a big gap.

At this time, all the ghosts on Yingui Road were driven to come here, and surrounded Lin Fan.

"Still have time to pay attention to others?"

The female voice said with a disdainful smile.

Lin Fan shrugged, and said casually: "You don't need to be too focused when dealing with trash fish like you, right? It's almost enough to take a look at it once in a while."

"You! Doctor, let's do it together!"

"That's what I planned too." Wearing a white coat that was completely soaked in blood, the young man smiled slightly, aimed the hammer with bone spurs at Lin Fan, and then fell straight down.

"Crack" sound.

Lin Fan's head collapsed out of thin air.

But he didn't die. Instead, he straightened his shriveled head with his hands, still nodding his head and said: "It seems that the treatment of the Five Turbidity Society is good, even has supernatural weapons, which are similar to curses, and belong to me."

"He's not dead yet?"

"Be careful, the ghost he controls is very special, making him a different kind." The doctor's eyes flickered, and it really wasn't that easy to kill Lin Fan.

"I don't believe he can live forever!"

Still remembering what he said just now, the female voice controlled the ghosts in Yingui Road, surrounded Lin Fan, and immediately afterward, all swarmed up.

But in the next moment.

On the road that was originally black and white, it started to rain at some point, and the cold rain hit the spirits, which actually made their movements stagnate, like a wind-up toy, rusting in the rain.

"Tick tock, tick tock—"

The rain is getting bigger and bigger.

A sound of footsteps came from the depths of the rain.

Looking at the spirits around him who were unable to move, Lin Fan put his hands in his pockets, not a single drop of rain stuck to his body, as if the rain in the sky deliberately avoided him.

"Yeah, it's raining."

He walked out of the encirclement of those fierce ghosts, suddenly raised his head, looked towards a corner of Yingui Road, raised a sunny smile, and then stretched out his hand to grab it.

at the same time.

A miserable scream sounded.

A woman wearing a sun hat covering her face dragged her half-amputated arm and fell out of the corner with an extremely terrified expression.

And behind her, followed a child about five or six years old, with bright eyes and an innocent look, if it wasn't for half of his severed arm still gnawing in his mouth, he really wouldn't be able to see anything.

"How do you know I'm hiding there!" The female believer who was pulled out by the ghost boy said in disbelief.

Lin Fan pointed to his own eyes, a faint golden color flashed in his pupils, and he took it for granted, "Of course I see it with my eyes."

"That's why you kept pretending you didn't notice me because of the attack just now, how despicable!"

"Uh... I heard her say you are a doctor, right? Why don't you treat your companion's brain now, she doesn't look very smart."

Lin Fan is not sure, is this something that a normal person's IQ can say?It's mean, it's a life-and-death situation, and there are still people who use "meanness" to measure their opponents. It seems that the membership criteria of the Five Turbidity Club are very loose in terms of IQ.

(End of this chapter)