There was no light. In the dim room, a tall and thin figure opened the curtains slightly, and only saw drizzle outside. There was nothing wrong.

"The kid is back again, bringing another ghost-hand-infected person."

The tall and thin figure's cold tone came out. Besides him, there were four other figures in the room, two of whom were bloated.

Snap!

The luminous stones in the four corners of the room lit up, and a young man lying on the bed said nonchalantly: "What does it matter? They are just infected by the Ghost Hand. Even if they can fight, they will not be much stronger."

"It's not about whether you are strong in combat or not, it's because you might have exposed us!"

One of the bloated men shouted coldly. He was wearing a chemical protective suit and a transparent mask on his head. He was clearly a human from the disaster land.

"Ah, who knew that little girl was actually infected with Ghost Hands?" The young man said boredly: "Didn't the countries in this land start to collect ghost hands infected people a long time ago? Why are there still so many of them?"

"Then what should we do now? The soul of the child with ghost hands is no longer pure and is no longer the sacrifice required by Lord Leisuo." Another person wearing chemical protective clothing said.

"What else can I do?" The young man snapped his fingers, and a girl about his age walked into the bathroom in the room.

After a moment, she dragged out a little girl in her early ten years. The little girl had long blue hair, a fair face, delicate features, pale lips, closed eyes, wearing an old skirt, and slender arms.

Hanging down, one of them turned out to be a red twisted ghost hand.

"Of course I'll kill him and bury him anywhere." The young man's eyes flashed with ferocity, "This way there will be no consequences of exposure."

"You want to kill a little girl who doesn't know anything?" The tall and thin man looked over and stared at the young man with complicated eyes.

"What's the matter? You can't bear it?" The young man looked over and laughed, "We bear the responsibility of a group. If we kill a child who has nothing to do with us, just kill him. What does it matter?"

The tall and lanky man fell silent, "Yes, the responsibility of saving the ethnic group requires sacrificing the lives of people on this land."

"Ha, if you want to put it this way, the country in this land drove our ancestors out of this clean land a hundred years ago." The young man said sarcastically: "You pity them, who will pity us?"

"Lord Leisuo said that for our great mission, we will not hesitate even if we have to bear the infamy of the devil." said the man in chemical protective clothing.

"Then..." the tall and lanky man hesitated, "wait a minute, wait until this storm passes, and let me deal with this child."

"Why wait?" The young man stared at the tall and lanky man, "You don't want to find a place to put her, do you? What will we do if she is exposed? Put away your unnecessary secretiveness, we are now

Just kill this girl and nothing will happen."

The young man looked at the girl. The girl pursed her lips and looked at the little girl. A vague phantom gradually emerged on her body.

It was a skeletal phantom, emitting a faint blue light and emitting a gloomy ghostly aura. The two men in chemical protective suits quickly backed away.

The skeletal phantom lay on the girl's back, stretching out its skeletal hands to grab at the little girl. Blue vortexes appeared in the black hole's eye sockets, as if it could suck away people's souls.

In the integrated room, a cold atmosphere filled the air, the temperature had truly dropped, and the indescribable ghostly aura was like a big hand squeezing a person's heart, making the two people in chemical protective suits uncomfortable.

Bang!

The wall suddenly shook, shocking everyone in the room. Everyone stopped moving and became confused.

Boom!

Cracks gradually spread on the wall, and the eyes of several people present became sharp. The young man jumped up from the bed and pulled out the sword at his waist.

Boom!

A loud noise was heard, bricks and stones flew apart, and a black hammer drilled in. Then a large section of the entire wall collapsed. Amidst the dust, a figure appeared in the breach in the wall.

"I gave up."

The figure spoke calmly, with a somewhat sarcastic tone, "But the sudden ghostly aura is too conspicuous."

The dust dispersed, and the white-haired Zheng Yan stood there, holding a sledgehammer in one hand and raising the other blood-red ghost hand in front of him, with ghostly aura surging on it.

Wow!

The blue skull on the girl opened its big mouth and screamed at Zheng Yan, and the ghostly aura swept over her.

"Hmph." Zheng Yan held his ghost hand forward, and the golden mark on it shone brightly, "Let me teach you what a real ghost is!"

Kazan of Soul Sword!

Red light emerged from all over the room, and a red ghost array condensed into shape. The violent fighting spirit overwhelmed everyone's body, and a terrifying half-length shadow appeared in the center of the ghost array, which seemed to be burning in red.

The warrior in the lustful flames, rage swept everyone's heart.

"Ghosts!" The tall and thin man screamed, his body trembling.

The young man was also surprised. He wanted to activate his ghost power, but the phantom flashed, but nothing happened.

"This...how is this possible!"

The blue skeleton phantom screamed, staring at Kazan's phantom in fear like a prey, and then its bones made a crisp sound. Almost in the next moment, all the bones collapsed, and the skeleton phantom dissipated.

The girl looked at Zheng Yan in horror, took a step back weakly, and let go of the little girl she was holding.

"Who are you!" The tall and thin man stared at Zheng Yan and shouted in a serious voice: "How can you sign a contract with ghosts and gods?"

"Oh, so you know about the existence of ghosts and gods." Zheng Yan stared at the tall and thin man with interest, "Are you from the chaotic land?"

"Aren't you?" The young man stared at Zheng Yan. He felt that the hairs all over his body stood up, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

"Do the people in the chaotic land have ghost hands?" Zheng Yan stared at the young man's arm, "The chaotic land, the land of disaster, what are your plans on this land?"

"It's you!"

The two men in chemical protective suits recognized Zheng Yan, and they gritted their teeth. It was this kid who killed their ancient energy beast.

"I'm sorry I can't remember you, but you all look the same." Zheng Yan put the sledgehammer back on his back and held the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Little thing, you are alone now." One of the people in chemical protective clothing said coldly. He pulled out a whip from somewhere on his body. "There are five of us here. Are you sure you are not here?"

Looking for death?"

"Are you blind?" Zheng Yan's ghost hand took out the "Ghost Swordsman's forehead protector" from his pocket, put it on his forehead, and said sarcastically: "Do you think the three of them are still capable of fighting? The ghosts and gods are here.

, just because of the brats in them? To deal with you two, huh, I don’t think you are better than Mr. Butterfly."

Buzz!

The light at the hilt flashed out, and Zheng Yan, holding the Skywalker lightsaber, rushed into the room. Kazan's fury blessed him, and a sense of oppression swept over him!

Three sections of chop!

……
Chapter completed!