Wow, this is...a good item!
When Mao Yong'an saw the lantern in Wang Ye's hand, his eyes lit up instantly. He pounced in front of Wang Ye and examined it carefully.
The pure stench of corpses, the bright red color, the skin-like texture...
Mao Yong'an took a deep breath and gently caressed the lantern, revealing an expression of enjoyment!
Wang Ye ignored the foolish Mao Yong'an and silently retreated a few steps, looking towards the door of the lab. He could clearly sense that a terrifying thing was getting closer and closer to the door.
After half a minute.
The lab door opened noiselessly and a figure appeared.
The figure only had the lower half of a body. It looked as if it had been cut in half at the chest.
On the figure's belly was an eyeball that continuously scanned its surroundings.
It's finally here.
Wang Ye took a deep breath: Mao Yong'an, help me!
As he spoke, Xiao Si beside him silently rushed forward first.
Mao Yong'an gritted his teeth and threw out his severed head again.
The bizarre eyes were filled with a sense of urgency, as if there was something important to deal with.
The lower body figure instantly charged forward.
It kicked Xiao Si and sent her flying, then smashed into the severed head, knocking it to the ground.
Next, it casually stomped on the head.
The head that Mao Yong'an had always treasured split into pieces.
Damn you, that was my treasure!
Mao Yong’an’s face twisted in pain as he roared, but his body rapidly retreated backwards.
Like a ghost, Xiao Si rushed at the lower body again.
The eyeball was clearly impatient, anxiously looking in a certain direction. Feeling Xiao Si's attack, the eye became violent.
A red glow flickered within the eyeball, and countless ghost slaves emerged from the thick fog, charging at Wang Ye and the others.
However, it completely ignored Xiao Si’s attack and rushed towards the rooftop.
Mao Yong'an, can you stop it for just three seconds!
Wang Ye's expression was solemn as he stared at the figure and said in a low voice.
Mao Yong'an gritted his teeth: Screw you, this guy is too fierce. You want me to risk my life to stop him?
There's clearly something attracting him ahead, otherwise we'd be dead with our meager abilities!
As Mao Yong’an spoke, his speed of retreating grew even faster. He clearly didn't want to tangle with this horrifying creature. Countless ghost slaves surged in from all directions, attacking Wang Ye and the others.
Xiao Si’s palm struck the figure’s body, only making it tremble slightly before losing effect.
Xiao Si stood still, a hint of anger flashing through the emptiness in her eyes.
In the next moment, the bronze nail on her forehead shook violently, and an aura no less powerful than the figure's instantly permeated the air.
Countless ghost slaves stopped in their tracks, standing blankly.
For the first time, the eyeball on the figure showed another emotion as it looked at Xiao Si.
You...
Die...
Xiao Si, who was usually lifeless like a puppet, suddenly opened her mouth at this moment and uttered two words in a somewhat stiff manner.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye's expression became solemn.
He vaguely felt that at this moment, Xiao Si seemed to be acting beyond his control.
The vibration frequency of the bronze nail grew larger and larger, even showing signs of coming loose.
She raised her pale palm, pointing at the lower body.
The lower body trembled slightly, and countless bloodstains could be faintly seen appearing on it.
The eyeball became extremely furious, glaring resentfully at Xiao Si.
As the light within the eye flickered, countless ghost slaves were cut in half at the waist and fell to the ground.
Wang Ye’s ghost official robe glimmered slightly, then tore into shreds and disappeared completely.
At his waist appeared a thin wound, with blood slowly trickling out.
Cold sweat dripped down Wang Ye's forehead.
Just now, he had felt the breath of death.
Not far away, Mao Yong'an let out a miserable cry. The doll on his shoulder that had returned to normal size was snapped in two and fell to the ground, lifeless.
Mao Yong’an's face was pale. Gone was his previous laughter. Gritting his teeth, he said: Damn it, I've taken a huge loss!
Surnamed Wang, if not for my son Mao Gang's face, this matter isn't over today!
As he spoke, a talisman emitting a green glow floated out of Mao Yong’an’s black backpack and hung over his head.
Xiao Si, who was directly facing the attack, had a horrifying gash at her waist, yet no blood flowed out.
Xiao Si frowned, and the flesh at her waist churned slightly before rapidly healing.
Hmph.
An ethereal cold snort came from Xiao Si's mouth. Her whole body erupted with fierce pressure.
At the same time, the bronze nail vibrated violently.
Xiao Si's body trembled slightly. The jade hand raised in the distance seemed to be using all its strength to slowly clench into a fist.
The pupil of the eyeball suddenly contracted, and a drop of blood flowed down from it as it emanated a feeling of agony.
Chance!
Wang Ye gritted his teeth and instantly charged at the lower body.
Taking advantage of the instant the lower body writhed in pain, he barely managed to stick the spirit money talisman on the eyeball.
The lower body instantly froze...
Sealed away?
Damn you, daring to bully me!
In the distance, Mao Yong'an saw this scene and excitedly said: Hey, do you have any more of that paper? Give me two catties! Such a good item!
But Wang Ye didn't bother with Mao Yong'an. His gaze subtly swept over Xiao Si, then fixed intently on the lower body.
Sure enough...
In just a few seconds, the lower body restlessly twisted and turned, trying to shake off the talisman.
Lacking arms made it somewhat difficult.
But it could still be seen that the talisman was loosening under the lower body's shaking.
Wang Ye hurriedly picked up the lantern and lit it with a lighter.
Instantly, the lantern emanated a faint red glow, and a strong stench of corpses came from within.
The lower body stilled again.
Beside it, Xiao Si's gaze turned to the lantern, a strange look flashing through her eyes.
Then, feeling the energy from the bronze nail on her forehead, Xiao Si let out a dissatisfied cold snort. Her profound eyes stared at Wang Ye.
Gradually...
Her gaze once again grew empty, lifeless like a puppet as she stood still.
Only the bronze nail on her forehead had shifted out an inch compared to before.
Seeing Xiao Si gradually calm down, Wang Ye lightly exhaled in relief. Holding the red lantern, he slowly walked forward.
Behind him, the lower body seemed to have stupefied. It numbly followed Wang Ye, or rather, the red lantern, mimicking his every move.
This guy has quite a few good things too.
Watching this scene, Mao Yong'an muttered to himself.
At that time on the rooftop of the branch division, Luo Ping's expression shifted again and again as he sensed the two powerful auras, then the disappearance of both.
The cold, stern face was filled with gloom: Damn it!
As he spoke, his figure vanished from the rooftop.