Chapter 319: Final Light

Since vision and hearing have become the lowest dead end at this moment.

Ji Li had to open his eyes at the critical moment. The first thing he saw was the rusty steel blade.

This definitely did not look like a blade that had been polished for a long time. On the contrary, from the rotten sawteeth on it, it can be seen that the service life of this knife has long ended.

But these are not the key points. The important thing is that Ji Li really saw the blood from his cheek dripping down from above.

And the vision in front of him was also compressed to the extreme state. Ji Li found that there was not much space for his limbs to move.

Because he himself was squeezed together with Wei Guang and the young policeman.

The three people were trapped in a supernatural barrier surrounded by black hair. The space was extremely small and people were stacked on top of each other.

Ji Li was at the top of the three people. The young policeman was half leaning on Wei Guang, but was at the bottom, with his toes touching the ground and trembling slightly.

Wei Guang was in the most awkward situation. He used his shoulder to support Ji Li's body, and at the same time he had to hold the half-conscious young policeman with both hands.

The ghost still had no real face, only a pale hand tightly grasping the knife, hovering over Ji Li's head.

Countless black hairs formed a barrier, and became shackles inside to hold down the living and the dead.

Ji Li's head was firmly fixed in place by those hairs, and his own black hair was mixed with the hairs of those ghosts, and it was impossible to tell which one was the executioner.

The face that was strangled to the point of suffocation was bleeding, and the wounds were like a fierce ghost without flesh and skin.

His hands and feet could still move freely, but no matter how he tore, he could not tear off those fatal hairs.

But the knife had been hovering over Ji Li's head for a long time, and as Ji Li opened his eyes, the speed of its descent became faster.

Ji Li tried his best to turn up his eyelids, and his peripheral vision could barely catch the angle of the knife's descent.

That was clearly his temple. If he let the knife fall, he would definitely die.

His face, which was already like a ghost, became even more hideous at this moment as he was suffocating and in an emergency.

Ji Li's eyes were bloodshot, and he twisted his lower body fiercely, trying to let Wei Guang and the young police officer use their bodies to break the black hair barrier.

But the space was too small, and his movements were extremely restricted. Secondly, Ji Li's right leg had lost too much blood and was almost unable to move.

This action had little effect, but instead made the black hair more agitated, and the force that strangled his neck became heavier and heavier.

Even Ji Li at this moment could not bear the feeling of suffocation. The cut on his right face and his big mouth were sucking air into his lungs at the same time.

He finally saw the fatal knife in his peripheral vision, which was already rushing towards his temple with evil wind.

Half a second of buffer.

Ji Li had little chance to think about countermeasures. He would die immediately if he relied on human power alone.

As a last resort, Ji Li suddenly roared, clenched his fists, and his long hair fluttered without wind.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Eighteen thick black iron chains appeared on his body out of thin air, shining with dots of light, and in an instant, all the black hair on his neck was broken.

"Boom!"

An extremely large bronze ancient coffin appeared in this simple and old old house, crushing a large area of ​​floor tiles.

The dust in the sky flew up, blinding Ji Li's eyes, but his vision became clear after a moment.

Only on the ground in front of him, there were long black hair that was torn into pieces, and they were even crawling on the ground, trying to reconnect together.

The scene was extremely weird and a little chilling.

But Ji Li's heart was full of endless surging thoughts. He lost the control of power and fell to the ground from Wei Guang's shoulder.

He never expected that the power of this coffin would be so strong. It was just a summoning, and it didn't open the seal, and it instantly defeated the spiritual barrier.

The bronze ancient coffin is extremely powerful and can seal any ghost.

But Ji Li only has three chances to borrow it. Once it is used up, it will be returned to Xue Li.

Ji Li also tentatively checked this Xue Li after returning to the human world.

You don’t know until you check it. This check made Ji Li unable to react for a long time.

“The King of Hell in the Tenth Hall is in charge of the reincarnation of human beings. He is commonly known as the Holy King of the Wheel. Anyone named ‘Xue Li’...”

In other words, the bronze ancient coffin that Ji Li got is the thing of the King of the Wheel.

Ji Li is absolutely unwilling to squander such a powerful sin object at the level of a two-star hotel, at least not now.

With the power of the sin object, he resisted the killer blow of the ghost, which gave him the opportunity to continue the operation, which was completely enough.

Ji Li’s fist was sent out again, and the coffin that had just appeared disappeared again.

Ji Li, who fell to the ground, immediately grabbed a piece of floor tile that was shattered by the coffin, struggled to prop up his upper body, and climbed one step towards Wei Guang.

Now it is known that: smell> vision> hearing.

Since finding a scapegoat is not possible, then we can only start from the rules of life and death.

Among all sensory abilities, there are not many options to choose from, but Ji Li is sure!

Taste is definitely at the top of the list of ghosts' death paths.

Judging from the electric stove on the coffee table, nothing can excite ghosts more than the feeling of eating.

Ji Li once again aimed his vicious eyes at Wei Guang.

Wei Guang had already opened his eyes at this moment, and his eyes were filled with shock and fear, and he didn't know what to say.

Now he only had the instinct to survive, and he had even forgotten his identity.

He had only one thought, to survive and save half of the life of the young policeman, who was his apprentice.

As soon as this thought came up, before he could take a step forward, he felt his clothes being grabbed from behind.

The force was so strong that he even staggered, but Wei Guang didn't dare to look back. He knew it might be Ji Li, but it might also be that inexplicable and terrible thing.

Wei Guang was already very intelligent and witty. From the previous situations, he could naturally see that the ghost's target at this moment was Ji Li.

So, he took off his coat regardless of anything, picked up the young policeman on the ground, and prepared to escape.

But suddenly, his heels softened, and he felt a sharp pain, and he couldn't help but wail.

As he fell to the ground, he suddenly found a sharp porcelain shard stuck in his right ankle, as well as Ji Li's ferocious face, and...

And behind Ji Li's head, there was a ghost whose figure was blurred by the black fog, with only the hand holding the knife exposed.

The ghost wanted to attack Ji Li, and Ji Li was blaming Wei Guang, while the third person who should have died long ago had his eyelids trembled slightly at this moment, as if he was regaining consciousness.