Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 11
Osaka Miyake's ability to return to life in his lifetime is inseparable from a group of old ghosts.

They chanted spells and beat beats all day long, and finally, on the Ghost Festival decades later, they were transformed into alien zombies, whose magical power should not be underestimated.

What's more, the targets of Daochang Zhong's initial battle in the air were actually these old ghosts, and the three spiritual talismans flew away without seeing any splash of water...

A glimpse of the leopard in the tube can be seen.

After hearing Meng Fan's warning, Jin McGee lost his enthusiasm.

In this way, the two of them kept a little excitement, making their reaction nerves faster and able to react quickly without becoming paralyzed, as they stepped up the stairs step by step.

Unlike the first floor of the club, which is gorgeously decorated and brightly lit, the second floor is particularly gloomy, with only a tiny bit of light coming up through the gaps in the stairs.

"If I guess correctly, there is a mahjong parlor inside, and then through the paper shoji door deeper, it is where the old ghosts cast spells."

"There are at least three old ghosts with a bit of a zombie form. In addition, there must be an urn containing the dead head of the invading leader Issey Miyake."

Meng Fan told Jin McGee the plot.

This time, Jin McGee didn't ask why he knew so much information. He swallowed silently, feeling a little tight inside.

Old ghost...zombie commander...

"Ji Zai, don't be nervous. Although I don't know what spell Daozhang Zhong used in the end, you just saw its power. The old ghosts inside must have been seriously injured."

Meng Fan did not look back, as if he had guessed Jin McGee's current state, and analyzed it in a comforting tone:
"What's more, the sun has not set yet. We have Yang Qi to protect our bodies, and Issey Miyake needs to wait until the Hungry Ghost Festival to be resurrected, which is a full seven days away."

"Don't be afraid, go up and fuck them!"

After saying that, Meng Fan took the lead and rushed forward with a decisive momentum, without any stagnation in the middle.

"I pick!"

Behind him, Kim McGee looked shocked and said with emotion: "The chief is really brave. He deserves to be the pioneer of the police force as the chief calls him."

He followed closely and rushed forward.

In fact, Meng Fan was not as brave as Kim McGee imagined. He actually analyzed those words for himself, and at the same time he did not forget to perform self-hypnosis:
games... games...

If you pay a certain price, you can actually be resurrected.

In addition, the newly adopted younger brother was looking at him from behind, the same firm gaze that Daochang Zhong had before he fell into coma.

All kinds of factors were put together, and Meng Fan did what he did just now.

And after rushing into the gloomy haunted house, he was not too scared. He had a magic sword in one hand and a micro punch in the other. The hand holding the gun was still wrapped with a ghost whip.

After Kim McGee entered the room, he even shouted:
"Japanese, grandpa is here!"

"Pick that star! A group of street boys, come and touch me! Come on!"

With that said, there were two bangs, and the shotgun penetrated the shoji door in the depths, and the white paper stuck on it flew into the sky.

Snapped……

Snapped……

At this time, there was a strange movement in the dark compartment, as if something was clapping.

clap clap clap!
This strange rhythm was getting faster and faster. Meng Fan, who had read countless films, felt that he could not delay it any longer, as things would change later, and he must not give the old devil time to breathe and behave like a monster.

"Ji Zai, cover me."

After whispering, Meng Fan once again took the lead, quickly came to the door and kicked it into pieces.

as predicted.

In this most hidden room, there are three figures standing tall. They are in suits and leather shoes, perfectly interpreting what it means to be a beast in disguise.

Through the faint light, Kim McGee noticed that, as the police chief said, these three beasts were indeed quite old, with only a few strands of white hair standing on top of their heads.Beside him, Meng Fan's focus was not here. The three-headed old ghost didn't care about their sudden intrusion, let alone verbal provocation, and always stood in a straight posture.

As for the middle of the word "pin", there is a black urn and the sauguan sword that often appears in anti-Japanese films.

"kill."

Meng Fan pinned the shotgun to his waistband, swung it back behind his back with a slight dash, and charged forward with a whip and a sword.

The cinnabar-coated whip is engraved with gossip diagrams. When encountering a fierce ghost, the supernatural will appear naturally. It turns into a bright golden light, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and slaps the old ghost in the middle.

In this case, it is no longer easy to pretend to be dead.

He paused in his movements, lowered his body to get out of the way, and before Meng Fanta could press forward with his sword, Jin McGee stabbed him with the Taoist Priest's peach wood sword.

Earlier, they had killed so many imps down there, and the two of them had learned from their experience that their heads and hearts were still their fatal weaknesses.

Then, the tip of the sword pierced the old ghost's heart straight out, and penetrated him through the back.

To put it bluntly, neither Meng Fan nor Jin McGee expected that things would be so easy.

You know, this is an old ghost, and judging from its location and appearance, it is not easy.

But now...

died?

The old ghost, whose neck was strangled by the magic rope and whose heart was stabbed, gradually turned into powder.

But even so, it still didn't forget to clap its hands and make a last-ditch effort.

With such a scene, even if Jin McGee didn't understand the formality, he knew in his heart that he had to kill the remaining two old beasts quickly.

There must be something fishy about them desperately trying to act like this! !
Thinking of this, Meng Fan, who knew the plot, jumped into the water like a tiger. He didn't even bother to retract his whip, raised his magic sword, and stabbed the white-haired old ghost on his right.

A feeling of stagnation came.

Then, rancid blood spurted out from the wound. Meng Fan didn't hesitate at all. He stirred hard with his wrist and immediately spun the hole out. The whole process was smooth and smooth, like an experienced executioner.

In this way, after one operation, the strange flapping sound lingering in the ears finally disappeared.

Kim McGee, who also succeeded successfully, let out a sigh of relief, with the joy of surviving the disaster on his face:
"This mahogany sword is so sharp! It is specially designed to kill little Japanese and Japanese devils. It can be hung behind the bed to ward off evil spirits. No matter how fierce the devil is, it will take a detour."

Meng Fan put away the magic whip and wrapped it around his wrist again. He gave a rare smile and said, "Sir said this morning that he would take you to fight ghosts. Now, doesn't it come true?"

"Hey, Brother Fan, if I had known that killing ghosts was so fun, I would have come right away." Jin McGee looked proud.

Meng Fan was in a good mood. He thought he had successfully interrupted the spell cast by the three old ghosts. He was just about to have a chat with this guy and put on a heroic posture when he heard:
dong... dong... dong
Abnormal noises appeared vaguely.

"Shh, shut up."

The sound became clearer.

"It's an urn." Kim McGee's smile froze, showing a very ugly expression.

"Ah."

Meng Fan had beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead. He tried his best to downplay the unmatchable image of the Ghost King in his memory, and turned on the safety of his submachine gun.

It was difficult for an ordinary magical weapon to hit Issey Miyake, and due to its particularity, the power of the magical weapon would be greatly reduced. Therefore, Meng Fan planned to use the physical transcendence method.

No greeting required.

Kim McGee, who was standing diagonally across the corner, had already raised his gun.

(End of this chapter)