This decapitated ghost gave Zhang Meng and the others the feeling was too dangerous.

The bullet passed through the deadhead ghost's body, and the hot temperature caused ripples on its body. It made a trembling howl. After Zhang Meng and his friends shot countless bullets, they finally turned into a ball of condensing white mist that had never dispersed and annihilated.

Zhang Meng was terrified to see why it was also a ghost, but this decapitated ghost understood at first glance that it was much more difficult to deal with than a tongue-pulling ghost.

"Oh my god, why is this thing so hard to kill, just like Xiaoqiang."

The fat man wiped a cold sweat. He didn't dare to let go of the trigger just now. The huge recoil force of the submachine gun almost made half of his shoulder numb.

Just now, they had no intention of fighting with the demi-headed ghost. This thing just stood there like a tiger. If he got close to him, it would definitely be a one-sided massacre.

"Ahem cough cough"

Gao Jin, who was on the fat man's back, suddenly made a violent coughing sound, and his face was a little distorted, as if the violent pain in his body made him involuntarily make this expression.

"How about it, can it still be turbulent?"

The fat man frowned and asked. They were indeed a little miserable now. Without Gao Jin, a strong man, not only did the fat man carry him, but Zhang Meng and the others also had to carry the huge launcher and almost suffocate him to death when they came here.

Gao Jin jumped off the fat man's back. He moved his arm and looked at the slightly charred position on his chest. Although his movements were still a little awkward, it was obviously no problem for him to walk by himself.

"Thank you, this is a good technique."

Gao Jin said softly, and he frowned and took a pistol in his hand. There was such a big crack on his chest on his right side. Even if he had been temporarily burned to heal with fire, he could not stand the strength, so now he could only hold the weapon with one hand.

"Among gives me that transmitter."

The fat man took a breath, and he quickly said to Zhang Meng, who was so tired that he was as breathless as a dog.

He handed the package of the launcher to the fat man, and then took the rocket launchers from Xiaolou. At this moment, Gao Jin and the others felt much more relaxed.

"Continue to move forward, the yin energy here is too heavy, maybe there will be such a thing again later."

Wang Daxian's tone was a little solemn. He stared at the front with some seriousness on Iana's back, wondering if he had seen something.

Zhang Meng and the others also nodded. Although they had experienced a lot of sweat on their foreheads and backs after a burst of vigorous exercise, they seemed to have penetrated a lot of sweat, but at some point the sweat had quietly turned into a layer of frost, which suppressed the little heat that had just surged up in their bodies.

No wonder they felt like they were in a refrigerator before, and the more they went down, the more they became, the colder they became. It turned out that there was no yang energy here, and it was just a place where ghosts lived. There were so many ghosts gathered, no wonder they were so cold here.

Suddenly, Zhang Meng seemed to hear a howl from a faraway place. Next to Zhang Meng, a white thing that was more petal-like slowly unfolded. Soon the thing slowly unfolded, and a strong smell of blood spread out from the thing.

At the same time, another milky white smoke floated out from it, falling to the ground like a dandelion, and then the smoke immediately turned into a roaring decapitate ghost, pounced towards them like a tiger.

"Shoot quickly"

The fat man shouted loudly, he pulled the gun and was about to shoot.

"Don't shoot, we don't have many bullets anymore. If there are more such things, our bullets will not be enough. Use blood to deal with him."

Lan Na said coldly that their current weapons were all found in search of the abyss later. Some bullets were completely corroded, and the remaining amount was not large. If they were all used to deal with these ghosts, they would be in trouble if they really needed to use these ammunitions.

"Don't waste that little blood. You won't die if you cut the arms, the closer you get to the heart, the more you will be, the more you will be injuring these deadhead ghosts."

Wang Daxian said with a narrowed eyes. He slid over his arm with a dagger, and then the dagger applied a thick layer on the gushing blood, and the entire dagger emitted a heart-pounding smell of blood.

Zhang Meng also scratched his arm. There were fewer nerves here, and it would be easier to heal if scratched.

The fat guys and the others were also like this, especially the fat guy accidentally cut it deep. The guy's blood was like he didn't have money. Zhang Meng felt distressed. How wasteful it was. The fat guy Yu Qian directly picked up a shovel, treated the pointed part of the shovel as a spoon, and then made a pool of blood. He suddenly poured down the top of the broken-headed ghost next to them.

ah

A scathing sound came from the body of the dead-headed ghost. The wailing sound scared Zhang Meng and the others. Isn’t this sound the screams they heard before, and it was exactly the same. Could it be that these ghosts had always existed around them before?

That's why they hear the horrifying screams from time to time.

Zhang Meng stared at the decapitated ghost. A large mass of blood mist suddenly exploded from the decapitated ghost's body. His body was red, and it seemed that the scream suddenly became violent.

The fat man's shovel inserted into the body of the broken-headed ghost was not sure what was going on, but it actually bounced out a wave of resistance. The blood stains on the shovel turned into a small ball of frost, and the blood stains on it seemed to be absorbed empty.

The decapitated ghost also began to melt from its shoulders and melted to its abdomen in an instant. The howling sound was really like a real person's howling from his shoulders to his abdomen. It was really chilling.

"not good."

Wang Daxian stared at the blood mist in the body of the dead-headed ghost. The blood seemed to be constantly compressing and destroying it in its body, like a time bomb that could explode at any time. As the body of the dead-headed ghost continued to shrink, the blood mist seemed to gradually compress.

His pupils shrank, as if he had thought of something, and then he shouted immediately:

"Back"

boom

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Meng had not yet reacted to what had happened. He felt that he was suddenly pushed away with a huge force, and then he felt that a shock wave seemed to explode in front of him, and he was hitting the shock wave suddenly.

A cold and cold aura hit Zhang Meng like a rushing motorcycle, making him spurt out with blood. Zhang Meng felt indescribable discomfort when she fell to the ground, and her internal organs seemed to have shifted, making his face a little purple.

At the same time, his whole body was trembling involuntarily, and there seemed to be a cool air burrowing in his body, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Be careful"

Before Zhang Meng could react, she heard a little horrified voice in the distance.

A cold breath suddenly enveloped his whole body. Without looking at Zhang Meng, he knew that another decapitated ghost must be looking at him coldly at this moment.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

Zhang Meng didn't care whether his wrist bones would be shattered. The Desert Eagle in his hand was not aiming behind him, and then smashed the Desert Eagle back. Zhang Meng only had a while to see the huge decapitated ghost that was equivalent to the size of them standing behind him.

The six bullets seemed to have only a layer of blue smoke on its body, and had no huge impact on it at all. Zhang Meng had contacted the broken-headed ghost at such a distance for the first time. He looked at the slightly transparent body and seemed to see a dense face in his body.

Did this decapitated ghost swallow a lot of ghosts? It has so many human faces in its body?

Zhang Meng had only this idea in his mind, and he didn't even want to avoid it because he couldn't avoid it at all. At this moment, he pulled out the dagger and held it tightly, staring at the thing.

A chirp sound came from a distance. The blood-covered dagger in Wang Daxian's hand flew out suddenly and instantly passed through the body of the dead ghost. It was like a pot of hot water pouring out a bucket of ice. A large amount of mist instantly appeared, as if it was evaporating the ghost demon alive. Its body seemed to have become a little blurred in an instant.

"I'll kill you"

The fat man rushed over at this time, and the bloody shovel in his hand was about to be cut on the body of the deadhead ghost.

Yes

The broken-headed ghost roared suddenly, and the dagger inserted into his body was actually held firmly by its palm. It opened it first and then pulled it off with a "open" sound. Then it made an incredible move, rubbing the dagger into pieces, yes, it was the pieces, and then punched it hard at the fat man's shovel and blasted it over to the fat man's shovel.

The punch hit the handle of the shovel, and the wooden stick as thick as an arm was beaten into two pieces. The fat man also blasted away a huge force. If he hadn't let go quickly when he saw this, he would probably have flew directly into the air.

Zhang Meng saw the dead souls and almost knelt down. They thought that this thing was to use the yin energy of their bodies to attack them at most, but they didn't expect that the strength of this ghost thing was so terrifying that it could directly knead the steel-quenched dagger into pieces. Without the force of six or seven hundred kilograms, it would be impossible to sit.
Chapter completed!