In fact, the identity of the older man is already obvious. Fu Yunjing moved his fingers to the side: "Okay, so who is this woman?"
"My mentor." Hang Qing looked at the woman in the photo, and many memories of the original body suddenly emerged in his mind. Out of an instinctive reaction, Hang Qing's face turned pale: "something is not impossible. Say, no one wants to mention it."
Le Tong swallowed hard, she faintly felt that she had touched a corner of the truth, which made her a little uneasy: "Then... don't talk about it? This matter has nothing to do with the castle."
Fu Yunjing tore up the group photo and put it away. He took a deep look at Hang Qing: "then don't speak until you want to say it."
The room suddenly fell silent, except for the sound of the door being slammed.
Le Tong smiled bitterly: "It really feels like a city surrounded by zombies."
Fu Yunjing suddenly frowned and asked, "Did you hear anything?"
"Sound? What sound?" Le Tong shuddered: "Senior, don't scare me."
Although Hang Qing was already a ghost, he still felt the hairs on his back stand up. He turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the secret room. Da-da-da, da-da-da... Very low, but very obvious footsteps fell in Hang Qing's ears, it was getting closer. Someone, no, a ghost is coming towards them.
"Back off." An extremely strong sense of crisis spread in Hang Qing's heart, and he drank it out almost immediately.
The other two also reacted very quickly, and they stepped back one after another until they reached the wall behind. But Hang Qing didn't follow them back. He walked to the desk and tapped twice on a coaster that had not been used for a long time and was slightly rusted. A cabinet door popped open, and Hang Qing took out a pistol and a strangely shaped iron sword from it.
"What are you doing? Come here!" Fu Yunjing's tone was a bit fierce, and he was decisive and could not be refuted. Looking closely, there was still a bit of anger between his brows.
"Mr. Su!" Le Tong shouted out worriedly.
Holding the pistol and the long sword, Hang Qing walked towards them slowly. As he walked forward, Hang Qing was also paying attention to their reactions. - The two of them really didn't doubt him at all, even if he concealed something, and at this time even holding the murder weapon, they didn't show the slightest bit of vigilance.
"Here you are." Hang Qing handed out the weapon in his hand.
"No, are they useless? Guns and knives are useless to ghosts, right?" Le Tong said with a sad face.
"They are all specially made by Herman to deal with Specter." Hang Qing said lightly.
"There is such a thing?!" Le Tong's eyes widened, it really felt as if he had crossed into a spiritual text.
Fu Yunjing's focus was not on this: "It turned out to be Herman's thing."
Hang Qing responded lightly, gave Fu Yunjing the gun, and Le Tong the heavier sword: "You have never fired a gun, it is difficult to aim, and although it is specially made, the recoil is still very strong. At this time, the sword is more suitable, although it is a little heavy, but it is easy to swing."
Hearing the words, Le Tong quickly held the long sword in his hand. Slightly heavy, but within the acceptable range.
Fu Yunjing's eyes were fixed on the secret room at the other end, but he said, "You never thought about it, what if I wouldn't shoot?"
Hang Qing gave him a deep look, and said meaningfully, "don't you say you know a lot?"
Fu Yunjing was stunned for a moment, and the displeasure on his face suddenly turned into a smile: "You're right..."
When the voice fell, the ghost who came out of the secret room finally revealed his true colors. It was a tall middle-aged man, and the black suit on his body seemed to be soaked in blood, revealing a strange and sticky color. When he raised his head, the man's face was bloody and it was difficult to distinguish his facial features. Le Tong couldn't help turning his face away, and "vomited" twice in disgust.
"Herman." Fu Yunjing stared at the bloody man, and called out the man's name in a deep voice.
"He's Herman?" Le Tong exclaimed, turned his head quickly, and continued to look at the ugly man. Although it was difficult to see Herman's appearance from this face, his body shape Exactly similar to the photo. Le Tong's expression was complicated: "A pervert that looks like a dog."
Herman stopped suddenly, and blood began to drip from his face. Tick tock, the white carpet was quickly stained with blood, and the strong smell of blood and stench drifted away, making it disgusting.
Herman's eyes were black, but they looked a little weird because they were stained with blood. He stared at Fu Yunjing stubbornly, his eyes were terrifying, as if death were staring at his prey.
Fu Yunjing sneered: "It's you..." Fu Yunjing rubbed the pistol in his palm, his muscles tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands protruded slightly.
Hang Qing suddenly felt that Fu Yunjing seemed to be tearing apart the man in front of him, oh no, the male ghost.
Herman made a "cluck" sound in his throat, and suddenly his feet moved quickly, and he rushed straight towards Fu Yunjing with a clear goal. A young boy of this age, even if he is actually the villain boss of this world, he still has the passion and fearlessness unique to teenagers. Herman's actions obviously not only did not frighten him, but instead made Fu Yunjing's eyes stronger and more violent.
Fu Yunjing rushed up.
The two collided.
Le Tong squeezed the long sword in his hand tightly, and was ready to look for an opportunity to rush to help.
However, Hang Qing felt that at this moment, Fu Yunjing didn't seem to like other people's help. Fu Yunjing's face was full of interest, and the light in his eyes was astonishingly bright. Hang Qing suddenly felt that maybe Herman was more favorable in his heart.
Fu Yunjing really didn't use a pistol.
For him, there is no difference.
His hands pinched exactly on Herman's shoulders, Li Gui drank loudly, a hoarse cry came out of his throat, and the blood on his face dripped with inexplicable mucus onto Fu Yunjing's body. Fu Yunjing frowned in disgust, his arms didn't seem to have exaggerated muscles, and he easily picked up Herman and turned it over.
"Bang" sound.
The blood mist exploded.
Herman's entire tall figure collapsed to the ground, turning into a blood mist.
The movement and the smell of blood in the room attracted the male ghost outside, and the male ghost began to bang on the door of the room more violently. Before Le Tong had time to be happy, he looked nervously at the door again.
"It can't get in." Hang Qing said in a low voice, "compared to the outside, the one in front of you is more difficult."
Neither Fu Yunjing nor Le Tong understood what it meant. But follow them to know.
Because the blood mist fell and turned into Herman again, and he appeared in front of them as if they had just seen him. Unscathed. Herman laughed weirdly, looking at Fu Yunjing with hatred and malice in his eyes. He stuck out his bloody tongue, licked his lips, and charged towards Fu Yunjing again.
The lights in the room suddenly turned on and off, and gusts of gloomy wind also blew. Herman's strange laughter gradually filled the entire space and drilled into people's ears.
"What kind of monster is this?" Le Tong collapsed.
"A ghost who can never disappear, and every time his ghost is dispersed, he becomes stronger again."
Le Tong was stunned: "Kai, Kai hangs? Then won't he get more and more powerful? This... How could a senior be able to beat him?"
"It can be beaten. By dawn, his strength will return to its original point, and it will be good to endure it tonight. " Hang Qing believes in Fu Yunjing's ability very much. No one can kill anyone like a ghost.
"Get through tonight..." Le Tong felt dark in front of his eyes: "How can you survive this?"
Hang Qing thought for a while: "yes."
On the other side, Fu Yunjing rudely broke Herman apart again, Herman laughed grimly, and then took shape again. As Hang Qing said, he became more powerful every time.
Fu Yunjing frowned: "What the hell!"
The chandelier in the room fell off with a bang, almost hitting Fu Yunjing.
A powerful force started scurrying in the room, driving the table to fly towards Le Tong. Behind Le Tong was the wall. If she couldn't dodge, Hang Qing had no doubt that she would be crushed by the table. On the wall, the internal organs were all smashed to pieces. So, without even thinking about it, Hang Qing grabbed Le Tong to his side: "stay by my side and can't move a step."
When the voice fell, the table had hit the wall, and with a "bang", the whole room seemed to be shaking.
At that moment, Herman's throat made a more hoarse cry.
The wool blanket on the ground suddenly rolled up, knocking Fu Yunjing upside down. The whole wool blanket wrapped him, and the vase flew over and smashed on him. , also disgusting.
Le Tong screamed in fright: "Senior! What to do!"
"Don't move." Hang Qing grabbed her and said, "Fu Yunjing will be fine." Hang Qing's tone was too firm, with a little magic that could calm people down.
Le Tong trembled, forcing himself to calm down: "But, but..."
Before Le Tong could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out, and the specially made bullet pierced through the wool blanket and flew out, hitting Herman right now. Hang Qing breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Fu Yunjing couldn't be that bad, and he wouldn't be able to capture him. Fu Yunjing really used himself as a bait first, and when Herman's head was closest to him, he shot again. Fu Yunjing should have heard what he said to Le Tong just now.
Herman took a few steps back, a hole was blasted in his head, blood spattered everywhere, and it smelled bad. His bloody face looked even more horrific. After the bullet was fired, it disappeared, but Herman's actions were visibly sluggish.
Fu Yunjing got out from under the blanket, his face was gloomy, and he pinned Herman to the ground. This time the action seemed to be much gentler, probably because he didn't want to smash Herman into a cloud of blood again. He ruthlessly held the pistol in his hand against the hole in Herman's forehead, as if he wanted to insert the pistol into Herman's forehead.
Herman struggled fiercely, and a tragic cry began to come out of his throat.
His cry shattered the glass in the room.
The wind and rain blew in from outside.
There were violent storms, thunder and lightning, and there were desks, chairs, pens and books flying all over the room.
The sharp pen tip flew towards Le Tong.
Herman screamed fiercely, and the pen swept away so fast that it was about to be nailed into Le Tong's forehead. joke! Can the heroine let him kill him? Hang Qing's heart tightened and he raised his hand without thinking. "Puchi", it was the sound of the tip of the pen piercing the flesh.
"Ah!!!" Le Tong was so frightened that her soul almost flew, and tears fell: "Su, Mr. Su?" She hardly dared to touch Hang Qing, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Fu Yunjing turned back and glanced, his pupils suddenly tightened: "Su Lingshui." He called the name hoarsely, with anger in his tone.
Hang Qing didn't feel anything.
This thing didn't hurt him in the slightest, but at the moment when it flew over, out of human instinct, there was indeed a flash of fear in his heart, but the fear soon disappeared, so he did not hesitate to He raised his hand to block.
Hang Qing looked at Herman in front of Fu Yunjing: "you should look at him."
Fu Yunjing turned his head back with a gloomy face, but Herman suddenly stopped moving. Herman stared at Hang Qing's direction, and Hang Qing looked at Herman with the same eyes. Herman screamed again, and he suddenly turned around and sprinted toward the secret room. Blood splattered all over the place...
Le Tong took a deep breath: "Run?"
"Well, run away." Hang Qing said lightly.
The lights in the room no longer flickered on and off, and returned to normal, and everyone's sight immediately became clearer. The room became a mess, all the furniture was out of place, the carpet looked like a bucket of dog blood had been spilled, and it looked disgusting.
Le Tong's legs softened, barely holding on to the wall to stand firm.
Fu Yunjing hurried over and grabbed Hang Qing's hand. The pen was still nailed to his palm, and blood flowed down the wound, making his hand extremely pale.
"Why are you blocking it?" Fu Yunjing's face was sinking like water, dark clouds shrouded his brows, he seemed to be trying his best to restrain his anger, but even so, his tone sounded gloomy.
Le Tong wiped his face: "Mr. Su, I'm sorry, I was too slow to respond..."
"No matter how fast you react, you can't hide." Hang Qing said lightly, "that thing is coming for you." Otherwise, he wouldn't choose to reach out to block it, just reach out and pat it flying.
Fu Yunjing held his palm with a bit of gnashing of teeth: "This injury can't be treated... I have to go to the hospital."
"No need." Hang Qing withdrew his hand and put his right hand on it. Before the other two could react, they heard a "pop". He pulled out the pen with one hand, and the blood came out. more red.
Fu Yunjing felt his heart being slammed, and he was almost speechless.
He had never seen such a person.
He has a peerless appearance, a temperament that coexists clean and fragile, but suddenly, the clean and fragile appearance of this person is revealed, and it is found that there is a more magnificent inside. The eyes he glanced at inadvertently will be full of bewitching and seductive flavors. He also has moments of deadpan laughter. And this moment...
No one can put the word "fragile" on his head anymore.
He didn't even frown when he pulled out the pen. How could they think such a person is vulnerable
Of course Fu Yunjing didn't know that Hang Qing drew a pen, but the visual effect was terrifying.
"Medical kit! Medical kit!" Le Tong reacted suddenly.
"At Ruan Ying's place." Fu Yunjing said.
"I have to go to her, the wound is too big, it will inflame and cause high fever!" Le Tong's lips trembled slightly.
Fu Yunjing reached out and hugged Hang Qing: "go out."
Le Tong nodded, walked to the door, and squeezed the long sword in his hand. She took a deep breath and opened the door. The male ghost outside rushed in, and Le Tong slashed it with a sword.
"laugh-"
A head flew out.
Le Tong resisted the terror and kicked the headless body away, "Let's go!"
Fu Yunjing held Hang Qing and walked like flying, while Le Tong ran forward desperately with his sore legs. The black shadow fell far behind them, but couldn't keep up.
"...Why did Herman suddenly run away?" Fu Yunjing suddenly asked in Hang Qing's ear.
Hang Qing didn't say anything.
"Is it because of you?"
"… "
Fu Yunjing's tone was firm: "He is afraid of you."
Hang Qing lifted his eyelids, Fu Yunjing held his breath and waited quietly for Hang Qing to speak.
Hang Qing: "oh."
Oh
Gone
Fu Yunjing was choked for a while, and couldn't help but hold Hang Qing tighter in his arms, he got closer, from that angle, it looked like he was kissing Hang Qing tenderly: "if you're tired, go to sleep a while."
Hang Qing obediently closed his eyes.
Along the way, they never met any ghost again.
At the corner of the stairs, Fu Yunjing suddenly stopped. He looked at the painting on the wall and said to Le Tong, "Take it off and take it with you."
Le Tong nodded because he didn't know, and hurriedly took it down on tiptoe.
The painting was of Su Lingshui and Herman.
Fu Yunjing felt that the painting looked too eye-catching, and it was better to take it down.
"I think I heard Ruan Ying's voice." Le Tong said while holding the frame.
Fu Yunjing gave a "hmm" and led Le Tong into a room on the right front. Yin Jiayan and Ruan Ying were inside. They heard footsteps, and Qi Qi looked over here.
Ruan Ying seemed to be crying, and when she raised her head, the crying expression on her face changed to panic. Not only that, but she also got up and took a few steps back.
"Where is the medical kit?" Fu Yunjing asked with a cold face.
Ruan Ying said timidly: "lost, lost..." After saying that, she glanced at Hang Qing quickly, and then quickly turned her head. Ruan Ying gritted her teeth, as if to cheer herself up. After doing this, Ruan Ying suddenly raised her voice: "Fu Yunjing, Le Tong, don't be with him! Su Lingshui is a lunatic!"
Hang Qing was expressionless.
Did Ruan Ying unlock any new expansion
Hang Qing thought about it for a while, but he really didn't think Su Lingshui in his memory was scary.
There was only a deep sense of sadness and powerlessness on this young man's body.