Enough." Another voice suddenly sounded, with a foreign accent.

Then, a figure suddenly appeared on the roof next to the alley. There was a thick black fog surrounding the figure, making it difficult to see clearly.

It's not just this person.

A black and white person appeared on the wall near the alley. This person seemed to be projected by an old projector. It had no entity and was just an image. However, the person in this image could affect reality, which was very special.

"Four?" Zhang Xuan's face darkened.

Obviously the other party was well prepared this time, and he was not exposed accidentally at all, because the people dispatched by the other party were not ordinary ghost controllers at all. They were all core members of the king's organization. If placed in China, they would be equivalent to captain level.

The presence.

"No, there are more than four, there are others." Zhang Xuan felt a strong crisis and uneasiness at this moment.

The ground beneath his feet was heaving and squirming.

next moment,

The damp ground cracked, and a mummy-like palm poked out from the ground, followed by a second hand, a third hand, and finally the entire ground was covered with densely packed dry palms.

"Walk."

Zhang Xuan originally wanted to kill the other party alone, but at this moment, the number of top ghost masters involved in the other party was enough to easily kill him, and it was still unknown whether he could escape.

Therefore, he ran away immediately without any hesitation.

Zhang Xun's goal was very clear, which was to repel the old woman blocking the road in front of him and forcefully open a way.

"Can it be done?" He was very unsure, but he was still fearless. "We have spent a lot of effort to kill you. Do you think you can still escape? Do it and kill him right here.

." The voice continued to echo, with a touch of cruelty.

Suddenly.

A red ghost candle lit up in Zhang Xun's hand, exuding an eerie firelight.

However, in the face of so many terrifying supernatural beings, the light of a ghost candle is too small.

With the collision of firelight, this ghost candle burned out in the blink of an eye.

But the instantaneous expansion of the fire still hindered the terrifying supernatural attacks around her, and at the same time made the strange old woman blocking the road take a few steps back.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhang Falcon wanted to rush out, because he had the ghost realm and could slip away as long as there was a slight gap.

But the next moment.

The entire alley has disappeared into the city out of thin air.

The screen changes.

On a nearby street, a down-and-out painter who looked like a homeless man was currently painting an oil painting on a piece of white paper. The oil painting showed a dim alley in the city, exactly the same as where Zhang Xun was before.

However, in the place that corresponds to reality, the alley does not exist at all.

As time gradually passed, about half an hour later, several strange figures appeared next to the down-and-out painter.

One of them was carrying a pale corpse in his hand, with a rusty coffin nail hammered into the corpse's chest.

"Although it took some time,

But the matter has been solved, Mr. Zhang’s matter has been settled, thanks to you this time, otherwise he would have really escaped."

A foreign man came slowly,

He was dressed like a preacher and described the results just now in an understatement.

No one knows exactly what happened just now.

But as you can imagine, in just a few moments, the most disparate and top-notch supernatural confrontation took place in the supernatural circle.

This is a battle between ghost masters.

Unfortunately, Zhang Xun lost and became a lifeless corpse.

The other party not only came prepared,

Moreover, he also used coffin nails to decisively end the life of a captain-level ghost controller.

"You've taken too long. The other person is just one person." The down-and-out painter put away his tools and responded in a low voice.

The man who looked like a missionary corrected: "But the other party is a captain. He doesn't even want to escape when there are two people. You should know what this means."

"But there are eleven others like him, and we don't have much of an advantage. Now that we have eliminated one of them, it means that we have taken the initiative to provoke a war, and it will not be so easy to succeed next time." said the down-and-out painter.

"This is not something you should worry about."

said the missionary man.

The depressed painter did not speak, but slowly left with his things, disappearing into the silent street.

"We shouldn't kill him. If we keep him, we might be able to trade our castle back from that Yang Jian." Then, a man shrouded in thick black fog spoke.
Chapter completed!