The cold and gloomy breath swept through the entire office like a hurricane, and the red rope tied to the female ghost was shaky, as if it would fall off her body in the next second.
The three people in the room happened to form a perfect triangle. Collin stood tensely in the corner closest to the door. The female ghost's malicious aura locked him tightly, leaving him no chance to escape the room.
Although Collin felt disgusted by what the original owner had done, it did not mean that he would risk his life to help the original owner atone for his sins. While he was estimating the strength of Ben and the female ghost, he was looking for an opportunity to escape.
The female ghost had obviously fallen into a desperate madness, a madness that made the methods that Ben was proud of become fragile. The copper coins continued to make an ominous buzzing sound, as if they would soon crack collectively.
"You don't know your own limits."
Ben snorted heavily, he quickly bit off the index finger of his right hand, and then quickly drew something in the air.
This kind of start...
Collin groaned. He didn't know what Ben was going to do specifically, but the few books he had read in the library before had allowed him to recognize several marks with sealing properties.
At the moment when the talisman was formed, all the red lines on the female ghost's body exploded. Collin nimbly dodged several copper coins flying towards him and found that the female ghost had turned back to her original incorporeal state.
"Don't waste the means left to you by your ancestors," the female ghost laughed hoarsely, and a red shadow flashed. In the blink of an eye, she came behind Ben, "If the ancestors of the Feng family knew that there was such an unfilial descendant as you, I wonder if they would be so angry that they would crawl out of their coffins."
The sound so close to his ear made Ben's back stiffen. He waved his right hand, and the talisman made of blood was immediately and accurately attached to the female ghost's forehead.
Warm blood splashed on the ghost girl's face and a pungent smell of burning spread throughout the office, but to Collin's surprise, the other party did not react at all.
"Can't you bear to hurt yourself? Ben, you are worse than your students."
The female ghost grinned and licked the blood that had flowed to the corner of her mouth with her tongue, not caring at all that she was burned beyond recognition.
She waved her hands, and Collin and Ben were uncontrollably pulled in front of the female ghost by a pair of invisible big hands.
New injuries appeared before the old ones healed, and breathing became an extremely difficult and luxurious act. Collin's eyes darkened, the bandages broke, and blood flowed out again. Collin's slender but powerful fingers, with bright liquid, tightly grasped the ghost claws of the female ghost, which were forced to show up, bringing up another round of burnt smell.
The female ghost looked in Collin's direction in surprise. She didn't understand when this young man who was so good at using a dagger had so much strength. The opponent's body was still thin, but the female ghost had the illusion that she would be torn to pieces by the young man.
"boom!"
Sensing that something was wrong, the female ghost swung her hand mercilessly and threw Collin onto the bookshelf opposite. The books fell to the ground, leaving Collin alone coughing in the flying dust.
Ben, who was struggling on the side, did not expect that this cowardly boy whom he ignored had such a hidden trick. His small and upturned eyes lit up slightly: "Collin! Help me!"
"Together we will......"
"Shut up, Ben!" The female ghost tightened her fingers. Although she had no physical body, she could still feel the vitality jumping under the yin and cold breath.
If she exerted a little force, the man's head would fall to the ground.
Like a rag doll.
Feeling the undisguised murderous intent in the female ghost's eyes, Ben was completely panicked. The absolute advantage he had in facing Lin Shuya in the past few years made him lose his mind and forget how terrifying the legendary evil ghost was.
This is not one of those silly ghosts in the ghost school who is at peace with the world, but a wronged soul who committed suicide in red clothes at midnight!
Realizing this, Ben had no time to weigh his concerns. His expression changed, and he acted like a panicked man and begged, "Shu Ya... let me go..."
"Crack."
The only response to Ben was the sound of broken bones. He tried hard to squeeze out a whine from his throat and looked almost dying.
But Collin, who was adjusting his breathing, keenly sensed something dangerous. Sure enough, the moment he raised his eyes, he saw red runes appearing on Ben's skin.
The runes slowly squirmed on Ben's skin, like long worms that had just been fed with blood. The female ghost immediately dodged and retreated, but the translucent mist that condensed into the ghost's claws was swallowed up in an instant.
This strange magic obviously took a toll on Ben. His face was grim, and his facial features were twisted and distorted in pain. He no longer paid attention to the female ghost in front of him, but crawled towards the door.
In a flash, Collin jumped up and his body escaped from the office before his consciousness.
"Bang!"
I don't know how many loud noises were heard tonight, but the door of the office was slammed shut. Collin watched Ben take out a talisman paper painted with cinnabar from his pocket with trembling hands and stick it on the door. The next second, ripples glowing red appeared in the entire corridor, and then disappeared in an instant.
Female ghosts can no longer walk through walls.
Realizing this, Collin stopped running downwards. The wound on his neck felt as if it was about to explode in pain. He looked at Ben who was standing up with the help of the wall, and was unsure of what to do.
Kill the other person?
Because of the ghost claw mark on his neck.
Even though Ben is indeed a bad person with low character, what qualifications does he have to take someone's life?
Ben didn't know what Collin was thinking at this moment. He just instinctively sensed danger from the young man in front of him. The runes on his body were ready to move, but Ben had no intention of provoking Collin, who seemed like a different person.
Having made up his mind, Ben didn't even look at Collin again. He ran downstairs with such agility that he didn't seem like a middle-aged man in his fifties.
Sensing the dull thumping sound in the office behind him, Ben raised the corners of his mouth in triumph.
Even if he is uneducated, the things left by his ancestors are always reliable.
Connections, reputation, and talismans are the capital he uses to do evil.
However, before his smile could spread to his face, a burning pain pierced his heart.
"boom!"
"Roar!"
The gunshots and the ghost girl's roar rang out at the same time. Ben touched his chest in disbelief, and the blood on his hands made him feel dizzy.
The red runes gradually dimmed, Ben's eyes widened, and he rolled down the stairs like a puppet with broken strings.
The sound of light footsteps came from in front of Collin. He raised his head and saw Hunter's gloomy and cold face as expected.
"This is a favor," Danning flicked the muzzle of the gun coldly, "We are even."
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed accurately at Collin's brow. The banging sounds in the office continued. The night wind that blew from somewhere lifted the corners of their clothes, bringing a nauseating smell of rust.
"Why?" Ben's death calmed down the restless Ghost Handprint. Collin coughed, "It's a non-compulsory 1v1, isn't it?"
"Your AI is unreliable," Tanning said simply, "You are 1 point."
Is he 1 point?
Dan Ning's answer quickly fermented in Collin's mind. Collin curled the corners of his lips and once again felt the malice behind this game.
It turned out that in Danning's eyes, he was just a virtual data used to score points.
If I was considered a tough guy before because I had the female ghost as my ally, then now that I have been betrayed by the female ghost and am covered in injuries, I am a lamb to be slaughtered.
The non-threatening kind.
The gun that decides life and death is right in front of him, but Collin is surprisingly calm. He is deeply aware of how stupid he is to blindly pursue cooperation in this game. He is also aware of the mastermind behind the current situation.
Thanks Joe.
If the other party had not concealed a lot of game information, he would not have fallen into such a passive and desperate situation.
Fear, annoyance, and anger, three intense emotions continued to rise in Collin's body, and gradually triggered an unknown force.
"Click..."
At the moment when Dan Ning pulled the trigger, Collin flashed diagonally forward at an incredible speed. The bullet, with the smell of gunpowder, grazed Collin's chest, leaving just a trace of blood.
The corner without moonlight became Collin's best protection. At the same time, an elegant and gorgeous voice sounded behind Collin's ears----
"Don't panic," the cool breath sprayed on Collin's ear, "Think about those books... Think about what you need most..."
An unknown force was churning in Collin's body. He felt uncomfortable, yet he inexplicably wanted to vent.
...what he needed most at this moment.
Maybe a long time had passed, or maybe only a second had passed, Collin's hand sank, and a small but exquisite pistol appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"Good boy."
Dylan's voice with a joyful smile sounded again. Collin shuddered unconsciously, and was then embraced in a cold embrace.
His relatively intact right hand was lifted up by a cold and invisible big hand, which forced his finger on the trigger gently but forcefully, and pressed it down with him without hesitation.
"boom!"
The deviation caused by the recoil of the pistol was reduced to the minimum by the man behind him. Time slowed down at this moment. Collin could clearly see two bullets passing by each other in the air, as well as the surprise revealed in Dan Ning's eyes for the first time.
The instinct of facing danger made Collin subconsciously dodge to the left. The bullet heading for his heart once again deviated from the target and narrowly passed through Collin's left shoulder.
Dan Ning, who was suddenly shot, was not in a much better condition. He was shot at close range and a large amount of blood spurted out near his heart, but he seemed to have no sense of pain and still attacked Collin firmly.
The fight will not end until one dies; hesitation will only lead to one's death.
The corridor began to tremble because of the female ghost's desperate impact. The close distance made it difficult for Collin and Hunter to shoot, so they could only choose the most primitive fight.
Barely dodging the oncoming attack, the cold touch behind him had long disappeared. Collin only felt that his soul was split into two halves, one half was rejoicing that Dan Ning was alive, and the other half was controlling his body to kill Dan Ning.
"Monsters don't deserve to die."
The woman's mechanical and ruthless words echoed in Collin's mind. He clenched his right hand and punched Hunter in the face.
But the opponent dodged the attack easily. Hunter leaned his head against the wall, and Collin's fist was against the wall not far from his head.
If you ignore the tense atmosphere between the two of them, this posture can even be considered very intimate.
Stones kept falling from the cracked wall, but Danning didn't blush or breathe heavily, and even had the leisure to comment on Collin's performance: "You are so strong..."
The rest of the words were drowned out by the sound of skin being cut. With a flash of silver light, a dagger suddenly appeared in Collin's slightly loosened fist. The blade was long and bright like autumn water, and it just pierced Dan Ning's throat.
The length is just right so that no one can defend against a weapon that "doesn't exist".
Suppressing the urge to vomit, Collin clenched his fist and pulled it back. The severed artery spurted out blood, pouring all over Collin's head and face.
[Ding Dong! Successfully killed player No. 16185 Dan Ning, points +1.]
Without the support of the dagger, Dan Ning's body with dilated pupils fell to the ground with a plop. Collin tilted his head to look at the cracked window in the corridor and easily found his own reflection in it.
The sticky blood lingered on his curled eyelashes, and finally dripped down under the heavy burden. Collin blinked his pure, amber eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.
Is this your true guidance to me?
Thanks Joe.
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