I walked carefully to the door of the warehouse and looked back at them. Those bastards were making cheering gestures at me.
I took a deep breath, carefully pushed the door open, rushed in, and shouted, "Qi Chaoyang, you have been surrounded by the police. Surrender immediately and confess. The country and the party will still give you a chance to continue to be a good person."
It was very dark inside the warehouse. The light-blocking effect was very good, and it was pitch dark inside before it got dark outside.
After I finished shouting, no one responded to me. I looked at the dark front and swallowed my saliva. I suddenly remembered that the police station had equipped me with a strong flashlight and a 54 pistol. I took out the flashlight and the gun and imitated the postures of the Flying Tigers on TV and walked slowly and carefully forward. I have to say that the strong flashlight is really as good as its reputation. It is so clear, but except for the place where it is illuminated, everything else is pitch black. I have an inexplicable fear in my heart. This is an instinctive fear. I believe that many people have this feeling about the dark, but the degree of fear is different. For example, for me, I am just sweating profusely. .
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed past the flashlight and slowly floated towards me. I fired a burst of bullets, but I didn't hit it at all. It's not that my shooting skills are so bad. Although I haven't been professionally trained, I can at least hit one bullet with a burst of bullets. The white shadow didn't change at all and floated towards me at the same speed. I squinted my eyes. Ghost? Or an illusion. Haha, it might have worked for me before, but my training with Brother Cui was not in vain. Such a small scene also stumped me.
I took out two bullets from my bag. These are spiritual bullets made by a special person in the country. The metal of this kind of bullet must be soaked with black dog blood and rooster blood, and each bullet is engraved with a spell. This spell cannot be engraved mechanically, but must be engraved by a master by hand, and there is no room for error. Not to mention the difficulty of hand-carving, the number of people in China who can hand-carve effective spells can probably be counted on one hand. Moreover, why would such a master help the country? This makes me very confused. When I heard about the difficulty of making this kind of bullet, I immediately took toilet paper to hold the two bullets and put them in my bag. This thing is much more valuable than gold. It is also a life-saving thing. Although this bullet can only be regarded as an ordinary bullet against ordinary people, it is a weapon that can go anywhere for ghosts. For example, the snake demon I met in the ghost market that time, if I had this bullet at that time, I could definitely kill him with one shot.
So I am very hesitant now. What if this thing is not a ghost but an illusion? Then I will waste a bullet. You know, our other group only has 20 bullets of this kind. Usually each person carries 2 for self-defense, and the rest are kept by the captain.
Due to the preciousness of this thing, I decided not to use it for the time being, turned around, and peed. But the more I peed at the critical moment, the harder it was to urinate. Seeing that the white shadow was getting closer and closer, there was no other way. There was only one truth, and fists were king. I took off my shirt, revealing a strong body comparable to Schwarzenegger. I took out two evil spirits and stuck them on my fists, so that no matter whether it was a ghost or a person, I could punch it. Seeing that the white shadow was getting closer and closer, I mustered all my strength and punched it hard, but it felt like I hit a piece of cloth. Well, it turned out that it was not just a feeling, it was actually hitting the cloth. I fell to the ground all of a sudden. I was depressed at the time. What a fuss, it was just a piece of rag. Suddenly, I felt cold all over, as if the whole warehouse had turned into a big refrigerator.
I was immediately panicked, because this meant there were a lot of very powerful guys here.
When I looked around, my brain froze. I saw dozens of ghosts slowly crawling towards me. I felt my head was very clear. But I don’t know why I couldn’t move. My whole body couldn’t move. Those dozens of ghosts crawled towards me like the devil who wanted to take my life. I don’t know why they chose to crawl. Maybe it was easier to break through my psychological defense. But I didn’t have any psychological defense at all. The only thing I wanted was to move. I felt that it was getting colder and colder. Although I don’t know what it feels like in the Arctic, I think it’s about the same, at least minus 20 degrees.
I felt like I couldn't move even if I was asked to. My whole body was frozen. I just watched the dozens of ghosts crawling on me. They were just as ugly. You must have seen Resident Evil. Their appearance was not much better than those zombies. They slowly began to eat my body, starting from my feet. Slowly, I saw my feet turned into bones, but I didn't feel anything. This made me feel relieved, at least it didn't hurt. I suddenly felt that these ghosts were also cute. Suddenly, I saw a ray of light on the roof of the warehouse, and I suddenly remembered something. Yes, I was going to die.
Fuck, I'm still so young, I don't want to die, I still have to find the Yin Yang Record to extend my master's life, and I still have to marry a wife. Suddenly I felt that I could move slowly.
I looked at my legs in horror, they were still just two white bones, while the dozens of ghosts continued to eat them. I struggled to take out a dozen talismans from my shirt and cast them on the dozens of ghosts. But it seemed to have no effect at all, the talismans all scattered on the ground, and despair filled my head. I felt very sleepy and tired, and even thought that I could be relieved by just falling asleep. Just as my consciousness became more and more blurred,
Suddenly, there was a loud noise. I used all my strength and finally sat up. When I sat up and looked around, I found that there were many people around me, Fang Pengguang, Han Keer, Bian Rui, and even Fang Yaozu were there, as well as many policemen. I was lying on the ground, wrapped in a white cloth. Fang Pengguang asked me beside me: "Brother Jiu, what's wrong with you? Where's Qi Chaoyang?"
I was covered in cold sweat, and hadn't recovered from the Shura Class scene until Bian Rui shouted beside me, "Wu Jiu!"
I came to my senses immediately: "I don't know what happened. As soon as I came in..."
Then I told them about the scene I had just experienced.
Then Bian Rui frowned and said, "It seems that Qi Chaoyang is not easy to deal with. If I am right, his strength must have improved a lot, and the most terrifying thing is that his illusion can make people want to commit suicide. Just like you said just now, you have given up hope. If we were not here, you would be dead."
I continued with cold sweat on my forehead, "Did you catch him? He is so powerful now, we can't let him stay."
Fang Yaozu said to me, "When we rushed in, we saw you fainted on the ground. As for Qi Chaoyang, it was as if he had evaporated."
I thought about it and suddenly thought of a very important question. Wasn't Qi Chaoyang injured by Brother Hu's silver needle? It's only been half a year. Doesn't it take at least a year to recover