"Don't you want to kill me? Try again." Wen Zhong roared at Su Changguang. This ghost forest is the trump card he can use in this world.
To be precise, what he summoned was not this ghost forest, but the guillotine that nailed the core of the ghost forest.
In reality, the guillotine had been taken away by the headquarters, and the blade had been damaged by the thinking ghost. Naturally, Wen Zhong had no way to use the guillotine again.
But in this world, this guillotine still exists, still existing in this ethereal ghost forest.
Although this world only corresponds to Baiyang Village in reality, the ghost forest, a supernatural place, is not limited by real space. There is a high possibility that ghost forests also exist in this world.
He had had a vague connection with the guillotine before, but at this critical moment of life and death, he could no longer care much and directly tried to let the guillotine and the ghost forest invade the Baiyang Village.
The consequence of this move was that the balance of this supernatural place was further broken.
The haze in this ghost forest quickly enveloped the entire Baiyang Village area. The originally fine rain had now turned into a downpour, shrouding everything in the cold rain.
"You, a young boy, have given me a lot of surprises." Su Changguang also came back to his senses at this moment, turned to look at Wen Zhong, the expression on his face became colder.
As he spoke, he raised his hand.
In an instant, the surrounding old tombs opened at the same time, and blood continuously poured out from the cracks. Then, large knives tied with red silk appeared in the blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong couldn't help but his eyelids twitched. He was also familiar with this big knife. It was a supernatural item belonging to a vampire in blood-clothed clothes.
The vampire used this big knife in the cemetery before and almost completely killed No. 1.
This kind of horrific attack was still fresh in his memory. Wen Zhong almost subconsciously wanted to escape from this old tomb. Even if he could ignore the risk of the ghosts resurrecting and use the abilities of the three ghosts, he still couldn't face this big sword head-on.
It seems a little underwhelming.
"Have you ever seen this torture knife? This is quite unusual." Su Changguang said, "Now that you know how powerful this torture knife is, stop trying to resist and just go on your way."
Immediately, footprints appeared one after another next to the surrounding old tombs, and the broadsword continued to disappear with the appearance of the footprints. Finally, only a broadsword remained in Su Changguang's hand.
At this moment, the clothes he was wearing were soaked in blood, as if he was wearing a scarlet mandarin jacket, and there was a blood-red headband on his head. He looked like an executioner during the Republic of China period.
Wen Zhong didn't speak, he was just struggling to break away from the oppression brought by Laofeng. When Su Changguang saw this, he raised the big knife in his hand high, just like the vampire had cut through the thick fog in the woods behind the mountain. He wanted to use this knife.
Cut off Wen Zhong's head with a broadsword.
next moment.
A red candle appeared in Wen Zhong's hand, and the green candlelight was emitting an eerie firelight, illuminating the surrounding area.
The falling soil around the graves stopped at this moment, and the old grave seemed to lose its supernatural suppression under the eerie firelight. Wen Zhong seized the opportunity and rushed out of the old grave.
At the same time, Su Changguang also waved the big knife in his hand, and an indescribable horror spread towards the old grave.
Immediately, the old tomb was split in half under the terrifying attack of the broadsword. Even the haze of the ghost forest was affected at this moment, and a part of it was forcibly cut by the broadsword.
The sword is settled.
Wen Zhong's body did not appear, his figure appeared not far away, and at the last moment he used the ghost candle to escape from the old grave.
He did not use the ghost realm to escape, because he still remembered that the ability of this sword was mainly aimed at the ghost realm. He used the ghost's spatial psychic ability to distort the space, forming a movement effect similar to the ghost realm, and then escaped.
Tribulation.
"Can I be targeted by this sword without using Ghost Realm?" Wen Zhong looked at the sword and couldn't help but feel palpitations in his heart.
The ghost candle in his hand was almost burned out, and this was the last ghost candle in his hand.
Facing this terrifying monster from the Republic of China, he had gradually become a little powerless, especially since Wen Zhong could still feel that the opponent was not using all his strength.
The next moment, a guillotine fell in front of him, and with the appearance of the guillotine, the ghost forest that originally enveloped the entire Baiyang Village area disappeared.
"A guillotine, is this your last resort?" Su Changguang raised the sword in his hand again. This time nothing could save Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhongneng felt that he had been locked, but not now. When he faced Su Changguang in the past, he was locked by this weird sword.
This feeling is very strange. It seems that the person who is being struck by the opponent with this big knife is not the current him.
"These footprints, as well as the ghost power he used at the beginning, it turns out that he attacked me in the past. It's no wonder that my ghost eyes can't detect anything." Wen Zhong suddenly understood, but even so he didn't
means of confrontation.
If time is turned into an infinitely extending straight line, Su Changguang's ability is to bury a wedge in the past and change the present through past choices when necessary.
Although it sounds difficult to understand, his ability is actually the ability to change the past. It does not predict the future, but changes the past, thus affecting the present.
The broadsword that appeared from the old grave before was also sent back to the past by Su Changguang in some way. In other words, since Wen Zhong came to this cemetery until now, he has always faced Su Changguang holding a broadsword in his arms.
The memory has not changed, but the fact has happened.
His ability is too incomprehensible and there must be some kind of limit. Otherwise, Wen Zhong would have been dead long ago and there would be no way he could have sustained himself in front of the other party for so long.
"It's useless even if I know the opponent's ability. I don't have the means to deal with this kind of supernatural attack that involves time."
Wen Zhong held the guillotine tightly in his hand. Even the invasion of the ghost forest failed, what else could he do.
Suddenly, he felt something strange about the guillotine in his hand. A strand of black hair wrapped around his wrist along the handle of the knife. He saw a rotten head connected in series at the handle of the knife, and a pair of empty eye sockets.
He was looking at Wen Zhong with tears in his eyes.
"This is the head of the devil that was on the guillotine before..."
Before Wen Zhong could think about it carefully, Su Changguang directly swung the fatal knife without leaving Wen Zhong any room to think.