Chapter 589 Long Hair in Front of the Stage

Hongfu had imagined countless times how he would react when facing Fang Shenyan after he turned into a ghost.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he could never imagine this scene.

He could even be regarded as the power of all the sins in the seventh branch, and he also considered himself a brave and decisive person.

But right now, Fang Shenyan, who had turned into a ghost, was right above his head, and he actually felt a fear that he didn't want to resist.

A truly powerful ghost doesn't even need to use its power.

Just appearing in front of a human will make the other party lose all resistance and destroy it psychologically.

"Hongfu! Do it!!"

It wasn't until Jin Xi shouted again that Hongfu was completely awakened from his fear.

He immediately took all the ghost money he won from the gambler from his backpack and threw it into the air.

Hundreds of ghost money fell like rain in front of and behind Hongfu, as well as on the strange silk threads running through his body.

Ghost money can play a weak role in confrontation, because it is a one-time sin object and there is no cost.

Hong Fu must have been frightened. He did not hold back at all and threw all the ghost money sin objects out in an instant.

While doing so, he grabbed Ding Wangshu, who was still hanging on the ground, and raised his legs to run.

However, the horror of Fang Shenyan after he turned into a ghost was still far beyond his imagination.

Even if all the ghost money was thrown at the same time, it did not have the effect of releasing the control.

Only seven or eight of the dozens of silk threads that penetrated the body were broken.

Fang Shenyan, who was high above and floating in the air, looked down at his "performance".

Hong Fu's scalp was numb, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his body trembled involuntarily.

In extreme panic, he had no choice but to sacrifice another sin object again.

But the only thing that could really work was the script.

So Hongfu threw the script at Jin Xi immediately. Before he could speak, he suddenly stood up uncontrollably.

Ding Wangshu, who was holding him in his hand, was forced to let go and fell to the ground. Blood kept pouring out of her mouth, and it was obvious that she was breathing out more than breathing in.

Fang Shenyan's five fingers in his palm really worked above Hongfu. His puppet-like killing method was the same as the original puppet ghost.

But now, perhaps Fang Shenyan has surpassed the strength of the original puppet ghost.

Hongfu's legs were bent to an exaggerated degree, and the tearing of muscles made him miserable, but this was not fatal.

The most terrifying thing was that he found that his only left hand was actually reaching towards his neck at this moment.

When the two touched, his cervical spine made a tooth-grinding bone twisting sound.

The thumb of his left hand pressed his jaw, and the four fingers firmly grasped his neck, and frantically exerted force in the opposite direction.

Hongfu was like a fragile puppet, and his cervical vertebrae were about to be broken.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Jin Xi dipped his finger in the blood on his face, held the script, and wrote two words:

"Ghost is coming"

This is just because the fewer the words of the sin in the script, the lower the cost and the faster the effect.

In the current situation, there is no solution except for the second ghost to come to the rescue.

However, just as the blood words were written, the blood mixed with sweat on Jin Xi's face dripped onto the script.

It just happened to cover the word "arrived", and only the word "ghost" was written on the white paper.

Jin Xi's heart trembled, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Hong Fu, such a low-level mistake was made at the most critical moment.

There is only one word "ghost", which has no specific meaning. Not to mention saving Hong Fu, I am afraid it will attract other bad things.

Just thinking of this, the cost of the sin has already surged, Jin Xi vomited blood, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.

Hong Fu was almost holding on to the end, and his neck was twisted to the limit by his left hand.

His eyes were fixed on the bottom of his feet, where there was a dark red lotus seed, but even at such a close distance, he could only look at it.

The moment Fang Shenyan appeared, he killed Ding Wangshu.

And now Hong Fu's death has come. Once he dies, only Jin Xi, who has almost lost his ability to move, will be left.

In less than three seconds, that will be the end of the whole team.

However, at this moment, there seems to be such a thing as luck.

When Hong Fu was on the verge of death, he suddenly felt a number of chaotic and sharp spiritual forces, madly attacking him from all directions.

The palm that was originally tightly grasping his neck suddenly loosened, and not only that, the dozens of silk threads that were entangled with him were cut off one after another.

Hong Fu immediately regained his freedom after losing the restraint of the silk threads. He didn't have time to think about it. He picked up the backpack on the ground and ran towards Jin Xi.

"Hong..."

"Stop talking, run!"

Hong Fu slung his bag across his shoulder, carried Jin Xi on his back, and ran wildly towards the deeper part of Minguo Street without even looking at him.

Jin Xi, however, had time to turn her head and look behind her.

Her pupils suddenly contracted and she trembled.

At the original position, Fang Shenyan's black fog was the most eye-catching, and countless black, gray and white long threads burst out around it.

As the colored threads swung around, the street behind seemed to be torn apart.

And around Fang Shenyan, countless unclear ghosts appeared.

Some of them are visible, some are invisible, but with Fang Shenyan as the center point, an unknown number of ghosts all converged towards his position.

There are even some ghosts of unknown identity, penetrating the green mist of Minguo Street.

It was not until then that Jin Xi opened the script again, and she was shocked to find that the two words she had just written were not completely contaminated.

Perhaps it was due to the infiltration of blood, or perhaps it was a coincidence, the "ghost arrived" she wrote turned out to be "ghost arrived" by chance.

The meaning has not been changed, but there is ambiguity.

Originally, Jin Xi only specially made the ghost of Tongguan or Minguo Street, but the script expanded the scope infinitely.

She didn't know what the specific scope was, but just looking at the scale, a ghost tide had formed.

I'm afraid that all the lonely ghosts in Shanming City have come to Minguo Street because of this sin.

Jin Xi's eyes were full of hope. I didn't expect that the unintentional planting of willows would lead to a shade.

If a ghost tide forms here, I'm afraid the subsequent tasks will be better completed.

Fang Shenyan had been held back. He could only transform into a ghost for two minutes, and now more than half of it had passed!

However, at this moment, something suddenly flashed before her eyes.

Then, she suddenly heard a burst of opera voices, accompanied by the faint sound of a woman crying.

The woman's crying was heartbreaking, even drowning out the lyrics in the opera.

Obviously, Jin Xi was most concerned about the success or failure of the mission at this moment.

But for some reason, a female actor in a green dress with water sleeves appeared in her mind and eyes, and she was completely involved in the opera.

She began to forget everything and only focused on the scene in front of her.

The makeup on the female actor's face was washed away by clear tears. She leaned forward and shed tears, and the sword in her hand emitted a chilling light in the moonlight.

The snow-white neck was exposed to the blade. When she sang the saddest part, Jin Xi's heartbeat stopped suddenly, completely affected by the other party.

And just as the sword passed through the female actor's neck, Jin Xi's neck actually had a slight wound.

A stream of blood gushed out from her throat, and the wound was still expanding.

But Jin Xi was unaware of all this, and only a line of tears flowed from her eyes, completely immersed in it.

Jin Xi was like this, and Hong Fu, who was carrying her on his back, was also like this.

They almost forgot their identities, their missions, and their lives and deaths at the same time.

At the same time, as the female actor cut her own neck, they also entered the immersion of death.

But just when the injuries of the two were about to be fatal, they suddenly found that the scene of the female actor in front of them suddenly disappeared, and the crying sound in their ears that seemed to be like complaints also disappeared at the same time.

A cold and extraordinary face suddenly appeared in front of the two.

In the thick green fog, they stepped on an ancient stage with blood flowing like a river and corpses everywhere.

The hair of the cold man fluttered in the wind. The long hair that was originally waist-length had now grown to the ground.

The most dazzling thing was his calm eyes, a pair of pupils turned into pure gray, and he was looking at the stunned two calmly.