The shadow of the tree branch spread from Mo Sheng's feet and continued to Wen Zhong's shadow. It kept changing its shape. The only thing that remained unchanged was that it kept strangling Wen Zhong's shadow.
"Sure enough, I can control two fierce ghosts by chance, and others will naturally have methods too."
He was slightly surprised.
I saw a lonely, dry old tree taking root in the shadow at Mo Sheng's feet. At first glance, the appearance of the old tree looked like the remains of a living person's torso after being burned by fire. It was constantly struggling and twitching.
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The vines at its roots are continuously extending towards Mo Sheng's body along the shadow. It seems that the vines that just stretched out from his skin are the masterpieces of this old tree.
Wen Zhong secretly thought that the ghost controlled by Mo Sheng was the same as himself. It seemed to be relatively balanced, but in fact the two ghosts were both strong and weak. He was the dominant ghost and could suppress the outsider Gui Ningren.
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It can be seen from the vines sprouting from Mo Sheng's body that the ghost tree in the shadow is better. Even the dead leaves in the ghost realm cannot sweep away the vines wrapped around his body.
Wen Zhong's neck was tightly strangled by the shadow of the tree, and his breathing became a little difficult, but the most fatal thing was that he felt that his ghost hands were gradually losing strength. If this happened, it meant that he
The supernatural power was suppressed.
"Surrender, Mr. Wen, I can give you the opportunity once or twice, but there will never be a third time. You are a smart man and I hope you can seize it."
Wen Zhong's ghost domain is not inferior to his opponent, but his mold is a bit slow to heat up. It will take time to counter-invade the dead leaf ghost domain. His ghost hand is also suppressed by the tree shadow at this time. It seems that he has used all the methods he can use.
It's over.
But he didn't reply. He just stared at Mo Sheng quietly and thought about it. If it were him, after finding out the details of Mo Sheng and gaining the upper hand, what would he do and talk so much nonsense to the other party?
?
"Of course I will kill him directly, so I guess he won't be able to hold on anymore." Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes. Although he seems to be at a disadvantage now, it does not mean that he has lost. Although the pressure on his neck is
It's still there, but it's no longer lethal.
When Mo Sheng saw that Wen Zhong was silent, his smile remained unchanged on the surface, but his heart sank because he underestimated the terror of those ghost hands.
"Damn it, he has only been a ghost controller for a long time, and he is already so troublesome in less than a week..." Mo Sheng cursed in his heart.
The second ghost he controlled was a ghost tree that was originally rooted in an old grave. By chance, he transplanted it into his own shadow. From then on, his shadow became the shadow of a tree, and he had the ability to suppress ghosts.
characteristic.
It only takes the shadow of a branch to temporarily suppress a less terrifying ghost, but at the cost, the ghost tree will use the shadow as a medium to invade his body and turn his flesh and blood into nutrients to supply itself.
Originally, the first ghost he controlled could weaken the side effects caused by the ghost tree, and even completely withstand it.
But this time, he separated six shadows of the tree to barely suppress Wen Zhong's ghost hand. This meant that the ghost tree would also branch out into six vines to devour his own flesh and blood.
At this time, Mo Sheng felt that his ghost realm had begun to be eaten away bit by bit by the surrounding mold. Once his ghost realm was suppressed, he would have to release the restraints on his ghost hands.
Looking at the ghost tree at his feet, the dark trunk gradually began to show a touch of blood. This was a sign of the ghost's resurrection. In an instant, a trace of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.
Just when the two were in a stalemate, the elevator door suddenly sounded, followed by a burst of footsteps.
"Mr. Mo, the body bag you requested has been brought over. Where are you?" A young man's voice sounded in the empty conference room.
Hearing this voice, Mo Sheng felt happy, and Wen Zhong's face darkened. He saw a young man suddenly appear in the ghost realm. He was wearing a white shirt on his upper body and black trousers on his lower body. He was struggling with both hands.
Holding a black body bag, he looked at Wen Zhong and Mo Sheng with a confused expression.
"Mr. Mo, um, I've sent you the body bag you asked for." The young man glanced at Wen Zhong and then said to Mo Sheng, "If nothing happens, I'll leave first."
After speaking, he patted the dead leaves on his shoulders.
"What are you dressing up like? Didn't your superior tell you the dress code?" Mo Sheng frowned when he saw his disheveled appearance, but he still said: "Forget it, go and call the security team.
This person is suspected of killing the Interpol police, so let them bring all their equipment."
"What, killing someone?" The young man's expression changed, because he saw Yue Xichuan behind Mo Sheng who had been twisted into a knot, and his legs began to tremble, "Here, help me."
"You are in the custody department. Didn't your superiors even tell you this bit of common sense?"
Veins popped up on Mo Sheng's forehead, and his smile finally disappeared. On the one hand, he was angry with the young man, and on the other hand, he lost his calm because of the agitation caused by the ghost's resurgence.
He could see clearly that Wen Zhong's ghost hand had been slightly raised, and his ghost domain was already showing a tendency to be invaded by Wen Zhong's ghost domain. Now at most, if he sent the young man out, he would start to defend passively, otherwise he might
He will first hear the truth, and then the evil ghost will revive.
"Yes, yes, the suspicious person was shot and killed on the spot. I looked at the pistol here. Yes, yes, there are bullets too." The young man was yelled at by Mo Sheng, and he tremblingly took out the pistol from his back waist, and then took it from his side bag.
He took out a handful of golden bullets.
Mo Sheng's nose was crooked in anger. His eyes were bloodshot and he was almost roaring: "You idiot, you can't die fast enough when you pull out a gun in the ghost land. Hurry up and get down there and call someone!"
But to Mo Sheng's expectation, the gun in the young man's hand was not taken away by Wen Zhong. Mo Sheng reacted instantly. Wen Zhong's ghost realm should still be suppressed by him, and now the opportunity has come.
Immediately, he took a deep breath and gave up his defense. He wanted to create an opportunity for the young man. Countless dead leaves suddenly floated around him. In just this moment, most of the flesh and blood in his body was absorbed by the ghost tree under his feet.
"Kill him now!" Mo Sheng, who had become skinny and skinny, shouted at the young man with a ferocious face. He seemed to have seen Wen Zhong's miserable appearance lying in a pool of blood. Fortunately, there was a gold body bag here, but
There is no need to worry about the serious consequences caused by the resurrection of the other party's evil spirit.
The only thing Mo Sheng was worried about was that Wen Zhong's expression was too calm, as if he had given up. Could it be that he thought that bullets made of gold could not kill him.
"Bang, bang, bang"!
Three gunshots rang out, accompanied by the smell of blood and a faint smell of gunpowder smoke. Mo Sheng was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at his chest. There were exactly three bullet holes on it.