Maybe it was because of the good acting skills of these hangers that he didn't realize before that this group of seemingly honest and honest guys were trying to trick him.
But that’s not right either.
They have seen their own strength and can kill six corpse monsters. In this case, even if they have a thief's heart, logically speaking, they don't have the courage.
unreasonable.
Lin Mo is a reasonable person, but if the other party is unreasonable and plays tricks on him, then he won't be polite.
He gently tiptoed, and from the shadow under Lin Mo's feet, a dozen ghost figures quickly spread out. These ghost figures were strange and fast, swimming around. However, the attention of those around him was on Lin Mo, and there was no
Noticed a dark shadow flashing beneath his feet.
The ghost is in place.
As long as Lin Mo gives the order, more than a dozen people will be killed by the ghost immediately.
This makes it almost impossible for the remaining archers to kill him.
Even if he stands still, he can't be shot to death.
Iron Curse is the main defense, and there are also gluttony and vampires. Even if an arrow pierces his vitals, he will not be killed.
Unless they put poison on their arrows.
This was the only thing Lin Mo was afraid of.
But the ghost shadow will not only attack once, that is to say, the remaining archers only have one chance to shoot the arrow, because the ghost shadow will kill them before shooting the second arrow.
This is a completely unequal battle.
"This is indeed a trap!"
There was a hanger over there who said something.
"Why, aren't we friends?" Lin Mo was puzzled.
The other party smiled and said nothing.
I guess I think it's pointless to talk to a dead person and it's a waste of time.
"But you can't beat me?" Lin Mo directly asked the doubts in his heart.
The hanger opposite put on a sarcastic sneer this time.
Still didn't speak.
At this time, Lin Mo felt that the atmosphere here was a little strange.
There is something behind you.
And it is a very fierce and terrifying thing.
In an instant, Lin Mo realized that he knew why these corpse-hangers plotted against him, and even more so, why they dared to plot against him.
Because the other party has someone to rely on.
Very powerful to rely on, so powerful that even if they know their own methods, they still think they can win.
Lin Mo reacted very quickly, without even turning his head. He took out a paper man with his hand and held it behind him with his backhand.
He felt he touched something.
It's hard, like a piece of wood.
At this time, he quickly moved away and looked back.
See clearly.
It's really a thick piece of wood.
It looks like a mallet.
It's the kind of mallet that's thin at the bottom and thick at the top.
The thickest part of the mallet is surrounded by a person, and an exaggerated face is carved on it, which is very much like a certain indigenous totem.
I don't understand how this stick came out.
I don't know what this thing is intended to do.
But he must have bad intentions.
This is what the hangers in the house rely on.
But no matter who the opponent was, he was now eye-to-eye with the copied mallet.
The other one was copied by Lin Mo using paper figures.
Obviously, this mallet looks like a dead object, but it is actually a nightmare that can be copied, but it has a special shape.
Now there were two mallets standing there, with big eyes and small eyes staring at each other. You were glaring at me and I was glaring at you. Lin Mo didn't know what the abilities of these mallets were, and he looked curious.
As for the hanging corpses around, they had never seen anything like this before.
I was confused all of a sudden.
Lin Mo walked towards them, and the group of people didn't notice. Everyone was looking straight at the two mallets.
Lin Mo patted a hanging man, who trembled in fright.
"Don't be afraid, it's me." Lin Mo asked, "What is this mallet?"
The man who hung the corpse looked at Lin Mo with fear in his eyes.
"That's our god!"
Lin Mo immediately asked: "Is this the thing that asked you to deal with me?"
The hanger nodded.
This makes sense.
These people who regard Bangchui as a god obey the words of Bangchui, but they have no grudges against Bangchui, so why should the other party plot against them?
At this time, an invisible force field began to appear around the two mallets over there.
There was a sudden click, and a piece of wood on the face of the replica mallet was chipped away.
But the genuine stick on the opposite side also suffered a loss.
There was also a click, and the nose sank in for some unknown reason, as if it had been hit hard by a blunt instrument.
Then there is something more mysterious.
There was a click.
An electric arc emerged from the body of the replica mallet, indicating that it had been electrocuted.
But the other party also fell well.
With a cry, a flame came out from the head of the genuine mallet and burned directly.
Although neither of the two mallets seemed to be moving, they were just looking at each other. Unexpectedly, the fight was quite ferocious.
Faintly, curses, shouts and strange screams could be heard.
From this point of view, this mallet is indeed powerful.
Lin Mo was also secretly grateful. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and used a paper man to make a copy. Otherwise, if he were to face this mallet, he would definitely suffer a big loss if he was not familiar with the opponent's methods.
At this moment, a figure emerged from the burning mallet.
This figure is very huge and looks like a holographic projection. At this moment, this figure has a ferocious face and curses in his mouth.
At this time, a figure also appeared on the replica mallet, and both sides exchanged curses.
No one else could understand what he was scolding, but the invisible attack continued.
More and more pieces of wood fell off the two mallets.
Finally there was a loud bang, a boom.
Both mallets cracked at the same time.
The figure disappeared, and all the visions and other phenomena stopped.
Then look at the two mallets cracked in the middle, then split into two halves, and fell to the ground with a snap.
The strange thing is that the cracked area of one mallet was full of blood, while the other mallet didn't shed a drop of blood. Not only that, the mallet that didn't bleed quickly disappeared and finally turned into a paper man.
But this paper man was covered in scars and was torn in half by some force.
The battle is over?
To be honest, Lin Mo, as a bystander, had no idea what the two mallets were doing during the whole process. Anyway, he only knew that the mallet he copied with the paper manikin and the mallet opposite came and died together.
The question was why on earth it was targeted at myself, and I didn’t even have time to ask the stick.
Lin Mo walked over to check at this time. There was a powerful evil aura on the broken mallet, but not much of it had dissipated now.
It looked like he was indeed fucked to death.
Then we can only ask the hangers around.
By the way, Bang Chui is their god.
Now that their gods were split in half, the expressions on the faces of these hangers were just like their dead fathers, they were all dumbfounded.
Some knelt on the ground and cried.
Others reacted and knelt down as well, mumbling something.
Lin Mo coughed, successfully attracted everyone's attention, and then said: "Give me an explanation, or I will chop you all into pieces like this."
He pointed at the mallet broken in half on the ground.
These corpse-hangers now no longer dare to have any thoughts of resistance.
Each one of them spat out their beans and told them everything they knew.
The situation they told Lin Mo before was completely true. Originally, if they were ordinary people, they would not embarrass Lin Mo, but after discovering that Lin Mo could actually control nightmares, they could only think of ways to lure Lin Mo here.
This is what Bangchui told them.
Lin Mo interrupted the group and asked, "This stick didn't even fart until it died. Are you sure this piece of wood can talk?"
"It will be said that only pious people can hear the instructions of the gods."