The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 95 Ghost Horse
In a flash of thought, Gao Yang came to his senses.

It is recorded on the talent table that the limit distance of Level 3 [Teleport] is 7 meters, and the ghost horse is about ten meters away from the dragon, so he cannot get close to the dragon in an instant.

Therefore, Gui Ma deliberately killed Gao Yang first. This was just a feint attack, in order to trick Dou Hu into parrying, and at the same time perform a second teleportation to ensure a hit.

"Of course...to kill you."

Before Guima finished speaking, the person had disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, he teleported to the dragon, and the black claw knife in his hand pierced the dragon's heart.

Douhu rescued Gao Yang out of a fighting instinct. When he realized that he had been hit, it was already too late.

At this moment, Douhu had his back to the dragon. No matter how powerful his explosive power was, it was impossible for him to turn around and catch up with the teleporting ghost horse.

But deep down in Douhu's heart, he was not worried at all - if Long was killed like this, he would not be qualified to be the leader of the Chinese Zodiac.

Sure enough, the black claw knife stopped abruptly when it was an inch away from the dragon's heart, along with the whole movement of the ghost horse.

A trace of indescribable shock and confusion flashed through Guima's eyes.

Although Guima doesn't know exactly what Long's talent is, he can roughly judge that Long has some kind of mental control and can control the target's thoughts to a certain extent within a certain range.

Guima has already taken this into consideration. After all, dominating thoughts does not mean dominating actions, nor does it mean ignoring the rules of physics.

The ghost horse's thrust based on teleportation is very fast. Even if the dragon controls the ghost horse's mind in time, the ghost horse's body will complete the assassination action due to the strong inertia.

But the fact is that Guima's body was also frozen instantly, ignoring the rules of physics.If he hadn't been able to think, breathe, and blink, Guima would have suspected that Long had pressed the time pause button.

There was endless regret in Long's eyes: "Guima, we didn't have to go to this step."

Veins popped up on Guima's forehead. He exploded with all his strength, using every muscle in his body to try to break free of the invisible restraints around him, but to no avail.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and gave up the struggle.

Guima smiled faintly, with relief-like exhaustion on his face: "I have been as cautious as possible over the years, but I still underestimated you."

Long remained silent.

"Dragon, you are no longer a human, you are a monster."

The dragon stretched out his hand and took off the black claw knife from Guima's hand, "If you want to defeat the evil dragon, you must first become an evil dragon."

"Such a victory is meaningless." Guima said.

"Winning is meaning," Long said.

"Guima, who are you working for? What is your purpose?" Douhu shouted hurriedly: "As long as you answer honestly, there is still room for trouble!"

"Don't waste time, let's do it." Guima looked at death as if he were home.

Ten silent seconds passed.

The dragon confirmed his determination in Guima's eyes.

"Guima, goodbye."

The dragon stabbed the claw knife in his hand into Gui Ma's heart. His movements were sparse and normal, even a little casual, like inserting a plastic knife into a cream cake.

A strange scene happened. There was no blood gushing out from Guima's chest, or even blood spilling out.

Long turned around, slowly left the conference table, and walked to Gao Yang: "Are you okay?"

"...It's okay." Gao Yang's throat tightened. Rather than being frightened by the ghost horse's assassination, he was more shocked by the dragon's terrifying and weird talent.

Perhaps Guima was right, the dragon was no longer a human being, but a monster.

The only good thing is that he is now in the same camp as the monster.

"That's good." A trace of disappointment flashed in Long's eyes, "I don't want to lose two companions in one day."

After Long finished speaking, he lightly snapped his fingers.

"Pfft-"

Blood spurted out from Gui Ma's chest. Gui Ma's body was released from the restraints. He rolled down from the conference table and died quietly in a pool of his own blood without any struggle.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Douhu broke the silence: "Go out and leave it to White Rabbit to deal with the aftermath." Gao Yang followed Long and Douhu out of the conference room without saying a word.

In the outer hall of the conference room, other members were there, with different expressions on their faces.There is shock, calmness, indifference, ignorance, and sadness.

Bai Tu's face was calm, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, "Is the traitor a ghost?"

Neither Long nor Douhu answered.

Bai Tu had no choice but to look at Gao Yang. Gao Yang met her gaze, hesitated for two seconds, and nodded gently.

"Already..." White Rabbit thought about his words, "Executed?"

Gao Yang nodded again.

He was very depressed, why did this bad guy have to do it himself?
He could clearly feel the disappointment of Bai Tu and other team members. Emotionally speaking, they might have hoped that Gao Yang was the traitor.

White Rabbit's eyes were lowered, and there was an almost inaudible lump in his throat.

She raised her head and looked at the Tengu: "Help me deal with the aftermath."

Tengu was also in a very depressed mood. He silently followed White Rabbit into the conference room.

Long's face was a little pale, and there was a hint of weariness in his voice: "I'm tired, so I won't attend Guima's funeral. Let's express our condolences."

"You rest and leave the rest to me."

Douhu sighed deeply and announced: "Unfortunately, Guima is a traitor. We gave him a chance, but he made his own choice. An hour later, we went to Taipingqiao Cemetery to send Guima his last breath. Procedure."

The singer's eyes were red and her voice was choked: "Captain, can I go in and take a look at him?"

Long nodded slightly, "I'm sorry."

"No, you just did what you had to do." The singer shook her head, turned around and walked into the conference room, her back looking strong and sad.

……

Half an hour later, Snake Room, Qingling Dormitory.

When Gao Yang told Officer Qing Ling and Officer Huang everything that happened in the conference room, the three fell into a brief silence.

Officer Huang lit a cigarette, held it in his hand and forgot to smoke it for a long time, and a piece of ash fell silently.

Qing Ling sat cross-legged on the bed, looking straight and thoughtful.

"Did you all hear it just now?" Officer Huang spoke first: "That voice in my ear."

"I heard that." Qing Ling frowned. She was the first to stand up. "I hate that feeling."

"I don't like it very much either." Officer Huang flicked the cigarette ashes again, "The dragon seems to be able to control our thoughts and make us act according to his will."

"It's not accurate to say that the control is accurate," Gao Yang recalled his feelings at the time, "it's more like guidance."

"Yes! Guide."

Officer Huang strongly agreed: "I didn't resist at the time, and I didn't feel like I was being controlled. I just felt that I should stand up and leave the conference room, as if I was convinced by that voice."

"That's scary."

Gao Yang lowered his head and looked at his right hand. There were still faint white lines on the fingers, which were the marks after being blown up by Red Crazy and repaired by Meng Yang. "If we are being controlled, we will at least resist, but if we don't feel that we are being controlled, we won't resist."

"Indeed." Officer Huang nodded and said, "Just imagine, if Long asked me to accept 'suicide' as a reasonable behavior, would I also commit suicide immediately..."

Officer Huang immediately shook his head again, "No, it's impossible. It shouldn't be so terrifying. If it really reaches this level, it's not the same as God. How can you spend so much time to create an organization? One person can do everything. .”

"I hope so." Gao Yang had reservations. Long's method of finally controlling the ghost horse was almost like "God".

Officer Huang thought of something again and looked at Gao Yang: "By the way, where were you last night? Why were you with White Rabbit?"

Gao Yang's chest tightened, and Wan Sisi's face reappeared.

Just as he was hesitating whether to say anything, Qing Ling's cell phone rang. She glanced at it and said calmly: "I'm going to Taipingqiao Cemetery."

Gao Yang also received the group message from White Rabbit. He took back his phone and stood up: "Go to Guima's funeral first."

(End of this chapter)