Chapter 89 Facing the Knocker Again

Author: Just a little demon in the mortal world

Chapter 89 Facing the Knocker Again

When Meng Yi was about to die, Luo Yi used the ghost realm and mobilized the chains to rescue her from the ghost slave.

"Captain, you're finally here. I thought I was going to die here." Meng Yi's eyes were red, her body suddenly went limp, and she was about to collapse on the ground.

Luo Yi helped her sit down. Meng Yi looked exhausted, with fear, grievance, and joy in her eyes. She just sat next to Luo Yi, like an injured kitten returning to its owner, licking its wounds aggrievedly.

Luo Yi looked at the childish Meng Yi and shook his head.

No matter how talented she is, it can't change the fact that she is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

But all the weakness and immaturity will slowly fade away over time, not because she grows up, but because evil spirits will always swallow up all human emotions one day.

"Although you are unlucky, you did pretty well!" After persisting in the ghost realm of the Knocker for four or five hours and surviving the siege of hundreds of ghost slaves, it shows that her current temperament has caught up with her strength.

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It's time for her to take it a step further.

"Of course, I, Sister Meng, am the best!" Hearing Luo Yi's compliment, Meng Yi showed a proud look on her face and laughed happily, as if the pain in her body had been reduced a bit.

"There are almost not many people in the ghost realm of the Knocker. It's time for us to go out!" Luo Yi said.

"Okay!" Meng Yi nodded. If it weren't for her lack of strength, she would have left this gloomy ghost place long ago.

"You can't do this." Luo Yi looked at Chen Meijuan who was still unconscious. Meng Yi was not Tong Qian. With her physical condition, she was not allowed to carry such a burden.

"I'll wake her up!" As he spoke, Luo Yi stretched out his hand and placed it on Chen Meijuan's shoulder. The ghost revived, and the cold air penetrated into Chen Meijuan's skin like a steel needle, making her tremble all over and her consciousness returned unconsciously.

come over.

Before Chen Meijuan could clearly see the situation in front of her, she felt a denser darkness with the scent of fragrant wax paper candles coming over her. The cold and strange atmosphere hit her, making her feel as if someone was strangling her neck, unable to pass through.

gas.

This feeling went away as quickly as it came. Soon, the darkness as thick as ink receded, and the gray shadow of the starving ghost appeared in front of me again.

"Captain Luo, you've found someone!" Tong Qian, who was tall and had a northern feminine temperament, had a look of surprise in her eyes.

"Who are you?" Meng Yi looked at Tong Qian and frowned.

"Are you Meng Yi? I'm Tong Qian, a colleague of Team Luo and a city manager. This time I was assigned by Zhao Jianguo to help deal with the knocker incident." Tong Qian looked at her arms and hugged her with a trace of blood.

The hostile Meng Yi explained that she was a few years older than Meng Yi and could tell at a glance why Meng Yi was in this state.

This is not an affair between men and women, but the awe and dependence of the weak on the strong.

Women are strong, regardless of age.

"You do know a lot." Meng Yi snorted coldly, turned away and ignored her.

"Are these the only ones?" Luo Yi looked at it. During the time when he left to save Meng Yi, Tong Qian didn't know where to find a few survivors.

The number now reaches over fifty. These people have dusty faces and fear in their eyes. They have obviously been frightened and tortured in just a few hours.

"I'm afraid so. I asked them and there should be no one around anymore." Tong Qian had a look of sadness on her face.

Even if a lot of people were evacuated from the two streets, there would still be at least a thousand people left, but now only about fifty people can survive.

This incident was much more serious than the one in No. 7 Middle School.

"Then let's go!" This is what supernatural events are like. Evil spirits will not let you go just because you are a high-ranking official or a famous family. When death comes, everyone is equal, but some are earlier and some are later.

But in the end, he is destined to die.

"It doesn't seem right!" Luo Yi suddenly frowned.

"Boom!"

The terrifying knock on the door was like a thunder god holding a hammer, falling on the drum head, causing thousands of water waves to rise to the sky.

Luo Yi felt a supernatural force as strong as a bomb exploding around him.

"Bang!" His heart burst, and a middle-aged man clutched his chest, his eyes widened, losing color and energy in the blink of an eye, and he fell straight down.

Before the body touched the ground, the spots on the body appeared and the body odor filled the air. The man put his hands on the ground, turned his head 180 degrees, and stood up strangely.

He became a ghost slave and went from birth to death in an instant, being manipulated by evil spirits.

"Get away!" Meng Yi and Tong Qian reacted very quickly and pulled the person in front of them to avoid the ghost slave's attack.

"He's coming!" Luo Yi didn't take action because something more terrifying than the ghost slave was coming.

Wearing a long gown that almost touched the ground, it came slowly and automatically in the absence of wind.

This is an old man with a dull expression, with wrinkled skin, black dead spots all over his face, hollow eyes, a slightly open black mouth, and a corpse odor so strong that it can hardly be removed.

The ghost knocks on the door, knocks on the door and kills, the sound makes people die, and there is no solution to the curse of death.

"Luo Yi, what should I do?" Tong Qian saw the ghost knocking on the door, and the corners of her eyes twitched unconsciously. The terrifying ghost made her grimace tremble slightly. This was not fear, but a spontaneous reaction of the evil ghost, just like a human being.

When it's cold, pores tend to close spontaneously.

But it is precisely this that can better explain the horror of knocking ghosts. It is not that powerful if a ghost can influence people. People will have fear when facing strange creatures, but it is different if one ghost can influence another ghost.

, this is a level of suppression.

"Back away", Luo Yi's eyes flashed with cruelty. The last time he saw the ghost knocking on the door, Luo Yi was almost smashed to pieces by him. But this time is different from the past. After Luo Yi has grown up during this period,

He is no longer the low-level alien who can be manipulated by ghosts.

"I want to try my hand and see what I can do now when facing such a catastrophic evil spirit." Luo Yi spread his right hand, and a ghost ruler with a shiny color and a bloodshot tip appeared.

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The ghost realm opened up, and black air as thick as ink rolled endlessly like boiling water. Starting from Luo Yi, it surged toward the ghost knocking on the door. Countless chains appeared out of thin air in the ghost realm.

One hundred, one thousand, five thousand, ten thousand.

Countless cold lights passed by, and among the dazzling eyes, the blood-red word "Sacrifice" swam around uncertainly, following each other like poisonous snakes at a glance, which made people's hair stand on end.

Incense fills the air, and there seems to be a lot of chaos and hustle and bustle in the ghost realm.

Luo Yi held the ghost ruler in his hand and strode forward.

The knocker's face was numb, showing no surprise or joy. He just repeatedly raised his arm, turned his wrist, raised his knuckles, and knocked lightly on Luo Yi, who was walking forward quickly.

"Boom!"

This was the third time Luo Yi heard this terrifying knock on the door. The first time, his ghost body broke apart; the second time, people around him died one after another.

But this time, as the knocker's finger fell, Luo Yi's ghost realm seemed to be filled with meteorites thrown into the calm lake, and countless speeding chains cracked, broke, and dissipated like fragile straw.

Luo Yi's right cheek suddenly opened a gap, and the flesh turned out, revealing the scarlet color inside. But strangely, no blood flowed out from such a large wound, as if the blood had been completely evaporated the moment the attack arrived.

Dry.
Chapter completed!