My great-granddaughter cried at the wrong grave, and I climbed out to correct it!

Chapter 33 Is it me?

The two of them fell heavily to the ground.

The whole first floor of the shopping mall was silent. With the combined efforts of all the ghost masters in the city, they were still vomited blood and flew backwards from the ghost?

The moment Jiang Zhefan and Li Erpao fell, it meant that their hope of following them collapsed.

Eerie silence.

"Ahem... This kind of Sima Guixi, we can't even survive here!! We can't do it!"

Li Erpao covered his chest, his ghost hair had been retracted in time, and he was vomiting blood, splashing the white ground red.

Jiang Zhefan stood up with difficulty, supported Li Erpao, and hurriedly asked: "Old Li, can you still withstand it?!"

Li Erpao is the oldest in the team, and naturally uses the power of ghosts the most.

Their bodies are much worse than those of newcomers like Jiang Zhefan, and even the slightest backlash will damage their muscles and bones.

Li Erpao didn't answer, and kept looking at the mall gate in a daze as if nothing had happened.

Nothing from the outside world can get in, and they can't get out. It's tightly sealed.

The moment Gui Xing recovered just now, he was filled with a sense of powerlessness. They were shaking the tree with a mayfly!

"It is indeed too strong. This method will not work. If we try again, it will only increase the erosion of ghosts on us."

Jiang Zhefan clenched his fists.

Not to mention other ordinary people, even the two of them, after being ejected, a feeling of despair came to their hearts.

There have been quite a few ghosts appearing in Xudu City so far, but there has never been a situation like this where one is completely helpless and can only wait to die.

"Damn it!! If you have the ability, come out and fight head-on!!"

Li Erpao said angrily.

Of course, these are all words made out of anger. How could he not know that every ghost is different in its horror.

The horror of this ghost is this closed ghost monster, and the illusion that may appear at any time and can reflect everyone's heart!

If they really want to get caught, it might be much easier to handle, but of course, it won't be that simple.

"But why, why did Gui Xie suddenly recover again?"

Jiang Zhefan had a headache thinking about it. The mysterious power that could affect evil spirits just now was gone?

What is that mysterious power?Whose power is it?There are only so many people in the ghost world, and there is just such an evil ghost.

"Where's Xiao Zhan? How is Xiao Zhan? Is she okay?"

Li Erpao thought about it and said.

I just said that if Xie Xiaozhang didn't come up in 5 minutes, I would ask her to come up. It had been almost exactly 6 or [-] minutes.

So Li Erpao used a mini walkie-talkie to talk to Xie Xiaozhang, but this time, he couldn't hear the reply for a long time.

"No sound, no reply!"

Li Erpao said nervously that it would be impossible for any of the three of them to have any problems at the moment.

"But I always feel that Xie Xiaozhang will be fine."

Jiang Zhefan continued: "I really doubt there is any secret about her, and it's about this evil ghost!"

"I captured the evil spirit at the door of her house, and she was the only one who could easily break free from the illusion. When she got out of the garage, the ghost weakened, and the evil spirit also appeared. Now she can't contact anyone. Yes, the ghosts are back again."

"I don't know if these things are connected at all, but it's such a coincidence."

"Even if it's not directly related to her, maybe... it's also related to her ghost?"

Jiang Zhefan has been tortured almost crazy. He has been trapped in the ghost world for so long, unable to do anything and discover nothing.

He couldn't think of any other way to say it except to connect everything that could be related.

"Then, what do you want to say? When we become useless, do we start to doubt our own people?"

Li Erpao's eyes were terrifyingly cold at this moment.

……

'Is this the most powerful ghost I've ever seen? '

Familiar voices, far or near, passed through Xie Xiaozhang's ears. Because she couldn't see them, she didn't know where exactly the sound came from.What is certain is that this voice is definitely her great-grandpa.

"Grandpa Zeng, are you okay? What do you need me to do?"

Xie Xiaozhang's voice echoed in the garage.

After a long while, she didn't hear any answer. She guessed that Xie Heng in the illusion couldn't hear her.

Unable to touch and unaware of its location, she could only hear sounds and follow them.

In order to hear Xie Heng's voice better, Xie Xiaozhang turned off the walkie-talkie and took it off, not caring about anyone else. She couldn't care about anything else until she found Grandpa Zeng.

No matter how tough Xie Xiaozhang is, she is just a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. She is timid and pitiful. As soon as the big word "Dian" was graffitied on the wall, she had the courage to chase it all the way to the depths.

Later, I discovered that Grandpa Zeng's voice could be vaguely heard in the surrounding area.

Hearing what he meant, Xie Xiaozhang thought that Grandpa Zeng might have bumped into a ghost in the illusion.

"Until now when Grandpa Zeng woke up, all the ghosts he has seen are the same as me. The most powerful one is the Urn Ghost Boy. He shouldn't be afraid of it. He can even... even kill him!"

Xie Xiaozhang comforted himself, while bowing his body and sweeping his hands in front of him, trying to see if he could find the specific location of Grandpa Zeng using this low-level method.

His slender hands swept through the air, like a blind man fishing for fish.

And Xie Heng was standing right behind her...

The scene is very silly, but also strange——

They are obviously very close, but they cannot see each other.

Scattered lights focused on Xie Xiaozhang's body, while Xie Heng stood in the darkness.

The figure that suddenly appeared was dressed in black and a red hat. He was tall and straight. Looking at his back, he could even be called a bit elegant.

Unlike the Urn Ghost Child whose body is stuffed in a wine jar, and unlike the red-robed Ghost Driver who crawls on all fours, not many evil ghosts can be as human as this one.

I don’t know if it heard Xie Heng’s words, but it didn’t even look back, and just walked leisurely into the distance.

"I have to see what the hell you are today."

Xie Heng was very curious. They say that illusions reflect the heart, and he just wanted to see his own heart.

However, Xie Heng was not reckless. A ghost tongue slightly poked out from the ulna of his right hand, and he was ready to find an opportunity to tie up the ghost from behind, and then torture it!
Two or three lunges, extremely fast, turned into a gust of wind and approached quickly.

But the strange thing is that even if he reaches two or three positions, the ghost in front of him still has his back to Xie Heng, showing no sign of defense.

"Good good."

Xie Heng's eyelids trembled, he was being looked down upon.

A ghost tongue exchanged words, and the top of the large entangled net fell, covering the ghost in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Xie Heng pulled hard, and the ghost net tightened, binding the ghost before his eyes.

But before Xie Heng could react, the ghost net made a swishing sound in the next moment, turning into countless pieces of meat and flying out, landing all over the ground.

"The ghost net of the urn ghost boy was chopped into pieces by hands?"

Xie Heng didn't leave any opening and punched the back of the ghost's head again.

Snapped! !

But his fist was firmly grasped, as if embedded in the opponent's palm.

Its majestic ghostly energy was suppressing Xie Heng's front like a mountain, and could never be shaken.

"What the hell are you?!"

Xie Heng said angrily, twisting and breaking his arm, and tore off the hat of the ghost in front of him with his other hand.

He slowly turned his head, and a very familiar face appeared in front of Xie Heng.

This face made Xie Heng tremble all over at this moment, and even temporarily forgot about illusion and reality.

The ghost's appearance was reflected in his pupils, and his appearance was no different from Xie Heng's.

What he saw was himself.

(End of this chapter)