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Seeing that the other party seemed to have chased him, Zhao Yuecheng tightened the ghost-headed sword in his hand and was about to rush out of the door.

Seeing this, Kongsang's scalp became numb and grabbed him.

"What are you doing? If you are in danger, just cut it directly." Zhao Yuecheng asked back: "This is just a world of consciousness for living people. Can there be a stronger enemy who is even more terrifying than the Ghost King?"

Kongsang was immediately stunned:

"Although I know, it's no problem for you to kill a ghost king."

"But...this is the world of consciousness!"

"Everything here, whether it is a building, a person, or even a monster, may be fabricated by their own memories."

"If you kill, it is not the evil spirit that invades them, but the product of their own memory."

"Then, in reality, they will cause irreversible damage!"

"Do you hope that after we leave here, we will give seven dementia to the Director of Qingxi?"

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"..." Zhao Yuecheng looked dark and was about to speak when the collision sound suddenly became even louder.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The wooden door was hit by heavy chains, and it was knocked again and again.

At the same time, the entire wooden door began to show a very exaggerated depression curve!

What's strange is that even so, looking out through the gap caused by the bend and deformation of the wooden door, you can still see a thick black fog and chaos, and even the person who hit the door couldn't see clearly.

Seeing this, Kongsang frowned.

Immediately, I took out the Soul-Suppressing Hammer and Requieming Gong and stood in front of Zhao Yuecheng.

Zhao Yuecheng suddenly looked like a ghost: "You... are you protecting me? Are I dreaming, or have you taken the wrong medicine?"

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Kong San's mouth twitched: "First of all, if I'm really protecting you, you should be happy, instead of taking the wrong medicine, do you have any girlfriends when you chat like this?"

"Secondly, I'm fighting with Gengren. My soul-suppressing sound has a soul-suppressing effect on evil thoughts and a soul-suppressing effect on good thoughts."

"If you really can't figure it out, you can only temporarily suppress it with the Soul-Suppressing Sound."

"The damage caused in this way is always safer than if you take one knife and everything comes from two halves."

As he was talking, a crack finally appeared on the wooden door:

"Bang!"

There was already a rolling black mist surging into the cracks of the wooden door.

In the black fog, arms stretched out!

The arms seemed to be wearing military uniforms and looked bloody. Even the arms themselves were scarred.

Some of the flesh and blood seemed to be missing, only bones were left.

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Some of them, as if the wounds caused by bullets were still "pooling".

“Uh…uh…”

In the dark room, a whimper came.

It sounds very painful, and it seems...a hint of anger?

The arms began to fumble around in a random manner.

As the black fog spreads, the number of these ghost hands appears more and more, and the direction of exploration becomes wider and wider.

Gradually, I touched Kongsang's feet.

"Kongsang..." Zhao Yuecheng warned in a low voice.

Kongsang nodded: "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Immediately, a ghost hand directly grabbed Kongsang's ankle.

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Zhao Yuecheng subconsciously wanted to wave the ghost-headed sword, but was stopped by Kong Sang.

Zhao Yuecheng looked inquiring, but saw Kong Sang shook his head and pointing to his ankle position.

When I looked closely, I saw that the ghost hand did not make any more dangerous moves.

The ghost hand just touched Kongsang a few times.

Immediately, the ghost hand released and touched Zhao Yuecheng again.

Zhao Yuecheng wanted to fight back, but Kongsang stopped him and said:

"These ghost hands... seem to be looking for someone, don't move first."

Zhao Yuecheng's mouth twitched and said in a deep voice:

"I will only listen if you say this! If someone else is gone, I think he wants to harm me!"

Kong Sang coughed lightly and said awkwardly: "Please pay attention to the modification words."

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Zhao Yuecheng snorted coldly and simply stood next to Kongsang.

The moment the ghost hand grabbed Zhao Yuecheng, the latter frowned immediately.

It was very cold, and... the blood-stained wound also left some sticky things on his pants' legs.

Although the power of the ghost hand is great, it is within the scope of tolerance for those of them who have practiced Taoism.

After about a minute, the Ghost Hand seemed to have found nothing on Zhao Yuecheng.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost hand began to retreat into the thick fog.

The thick fog gradually returned from the gap to the outside, and even the wooden door that had already deformed in his eyes returned to normal in an instant.

Zhao Yuecheng looked at the bloody handprints on his ankles and couldn't help but say, "Is that over?"

"What does this mean?"

Kongsang thought for a while:

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"In this case, the ghost hand may not be a product of the Taoist priests' memories, it should be foreign."

"They should also search for something in their consciousness."

"It's just that we didn't meet their standards, so we didn't take us away."

"Then in turn, the seven little Taoist priests should meet what characteristics they have, so they were all taken away."

"Plus such a sense of age... is it related to their relatives?"

Zhao Yuecheng couldn't help but say:

"We have nothing in common with those Taoists, okay?"

“Can the way to distinguish between good and evil?”

Kong Sang blanched:

"What do you think are the two of us?"

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Zhao Yuecheng showed a look of natural expression:

"I kill people, I must be a villain. You... are a bit of a Virgin, although not many."

Kongsang squeezed out a "perfect" smile: "I really thank you for your evaluation."

"After that being said, what those ghosts are wearing...it seems to be military uniforms?"

"Are these ghosts related to soldiers?"

With a question, Kongsang then carefully observed the layout of the entire room.

The decoration of the room is very luxurious just like outside.

Brown templates, green walls, exquisite Western-style office desks, chairs, desk lamps, and Chinese-style sofas.

"Well..." Kong Sang frowned: "This... may be the office of a key official during a certain period of the Republic of China?"

"Is it... Liu Xiang?"
To be continued...