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Chapter 252 Lu Ming: I am Awei, the dual-wielding golden gunman from Dachang City! (4k)

"Zhang Wei?!"

As high school classmates and best friends, Yang Jian and Zhang Wei were naturally very familiar with his appearance; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they could recognize him even with a mask on.

The young man in front of me, dressed in black with two gold pistols at his waist, looked exactly like Zhang Wei.

However, Zhang Wei was not a ghost tamer, and the scarlet blood was very similar to Lu Ming's supernatural abilities, which made Yang Jian realize that something was wrong.

"When it comes to the supernatural, nothing is impossible... Compared to that, changing a person's appearance is the most basic operation and not entirely incomprehensible."

Thinking about this, Yang Jian had many questions in his mind, but in the end he didn't ask any of them.

Compared to Yang Jian's composure, the two kings from the King's Organization appeared much more surprised.

Cowboy Simon's expression was grave as he muttered, "Are you kidding me? Even I can't break through the ghostly domain of this Ghost Hall. How did this guy get in?"

The old woman in the Western-style dress also looked surprised: "This person's ghost domain can easily break the boundary between the supernatural and reality, and if I'm not mistaken, this ghost blood has a very strong suppressive effect. Even real vengeful ghosts will temporarily freeze up when they come into contact with it."

The kings of the King's Organization are selected layer by layer from numerous ghost tamers in various countries, belonging to the very top of the paranormal circle.

Their understanding of the supernatural is naturally far superior to that of ordinary ghost tamers.

The old woman in the Western-style dress immediately realized that ordinary ghost tamers could not easily control ghost blood, let alone control other supernatural beings while controlling ghost blood.

But whether it's possible or not, this young man has done it.

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As it turned out, Yang Jian's guess was correct.

This Zhang Wei is actually Lu Ming in disguise.

After controlling the Deceitful Ghost, it wouldn't be difficult for him to change his appearance using supernatural means.

The reason he did this was partly because he didn't want to reveal too much information about himself before the national war began.

On the other hand, it was to lower the guard of the cowboy Simon and the old woman in the Western-style dress, so that if Lu Ming's identity was recognized, the two of them would try to run away immediately.

Simon's expression shifted, his tone uncertain, as he looked at Lu Ming and Yang Jian and said, "Two against two, it's really hard to say who will win... We miscalculated. We didn't expect you to have a backup plan. However... you're not the only ones who are prepared. We have no reason to sit here and wait to die."

As Simon finished speaking, a cold, eerie wind suddenly blew up from somewhere in the old mourning hall, howling and wailing, sounding incredibly chilling.

The eerie wind seemed to disperse some of the mist shrouding the mourning hall, and several strange black figures slowly emerged from the gap that appeared.

These dark figures were clearly different from normal living people, and were obviously also ghost controllers of the King's organization.

Cowboy Simon somehow managed to assemble an entire elite team of ghost tamers in a short period of time.

Or perhaps, this team of ghost tamers was originally hidden in the mourning hall, only revealing themselves at this crucial moment.

"Although it's a bit unfair to gang up on the few, we can't worry about that too much just to be on the safe side."

Seeing that his Ghost Tamer squad emerged intact from the darkness without any other mishaps, Simon finally revealed a sinister smile.

Beside them, an elderly woman in a Western-style dress spoke up to remind them, "Simon, stop wasting time talking to them and hurry up and get started, lest things get complicated."

Upon seeing this scene, the hope that had risen in Yang Jian's heart quickly faded away.

Lu Ming's arrival will undoubtedly provide him with tremendous assistance; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it could directly turn the tide of the situation.

After all, Yang Jian knew Lu Ming's strength.

But now, they are facing not only two kings, but also an entire elite squad of ghost riders.

"With so many of them, and none of these ghost tamers are easy to deal with, if we really fight them, it could drag us down to our deaths."

A supernatural confrontation can often end in an instant.

Even between evenly matched opponents, the outcome can be decided in just a few minutes at most.

However, despite the short time required to fight the supernatural, the burden on the ghost tamer is enormous within this extremely short period.

Just as Yang Jian was still pondering, Simon, who was not far away, suddenly made a move.

He casually pulled out a black wad of cloth; these were the bullets for his double-barreled shotgun.

These bullets were formed from strips of black cloth twisted together, exuding a terrifying and eerie aura.

What these strips of cloth contained were not gunpowder like normal ammunition, but real vengeful ghosts.

Yang Jian looked at the dirty black cloth strip in Simon's hand and asked in surprise, "What is that in his hand? Why does it feel so dangerous to me?"

Lu Ming replied expressionlessly, "Those strips of cloth contain real vengeful ghosts, so of course you would feel very dangerous, and that feeling is correct."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's eyelids twitched.

Wrap real vengeful ghosts in black cloth strips and turn them into bullets?
The people in the King's Organization are insane.

After all, anything involving the supernatural is inherently unpredictable and uncontrollable.

Using real vengeful ghosts as bullets—it's easy to imagine how dangerous that would be.

Snap!

The strip of cloth was stuffed into the double-barreled shotgun, the bullets were loaded and chambered, and the dark muzzle was pointed at Lu Ming and Yang Jian.

Without the slightest hesitation, Simon pulled the trigger with a cold smile.

For him, whether he was aiming or not was completely unimportant.

Because once enveloped by his ghostly aura, bullets can lock onto the target and instantly shoot the vengeful spirit into the target's body.

In the past, Yang Jian could use his Ghost Domain to evade attacks from golden pistols and golden bullets specifically designed to counter ghost tamers.

But now, even Yang Jian's own ghost realm is being suppressed by this eerie ghost hall.

His and Lu Ming's fate seemed sealed.

What puzzled Simon and the old woman in the Western-style dress was that this ghost tamer, whom Yang Jian called Zhang Wei, could remain calm in the face of such a predicament, seemingly unaware that he was about to be killed.

"Zhang Wei... We've never heard of this person in the paranormal community. Of course, it's also possible that this name is just an alias. It's all hard to say."

"But that's the end of it. From today onwards, no one will ever mention this name again."

boom! ! !
Simon pulled the trigger, the old double-barreled shotgun shuddered, and a terrifying, supernatural attack was launched.

However, to Simon's surprise, the expected scenario of the bullet entering Yang Jian's body did not occur. Instead, thick, sticky blood began to flow from the barrel of his gun.

The blood dripped onto the ground, and no one knew where it came from, or how long it would take to stop flowing.

Simon and the old woman in the Western-style dress both had their pupils shrink at the same time.

They recognized the blood flowing from the gun barrel as the ghost blood that had just torn apart the ghostly aura of the mourning hall.

But why is ghost blood flowing out of the gun barrel?

No one can answer this question. And nobody has the time to think about it anymore.

The next moment, the old shotgun let out a shrill whistle, and with a loud bang, it exploded.

The cold, eerie atmosphere was instantly compressed and exploded, and the strange cries of vengeful ghosts echoed through the streets.

Simon, who had been quite confident, started to twitch his eyelids and couldn't help but feel the urge to curse.

The double-barreled shotgun in his hand could indeed fire ghosts as bullets. Combined with the locking effect after being enveloped by the ghost domain and its extremely high level of terror, it was practically an unsolvable problem.

However, as the old saying goes, when it comes to supernatural things, how can they be so pure and harmless?

This terrifying supernatural object also has a fatal flaw.

That means there is a risk of the barrel exploding.

The good news is that, thanks to human intervention, the risk of a barrel explosion for Simon is very low, almost negligible.

The bad news is that at this very moment, Simon's shotgun exploded.

The elderly woman in the Western-style dress noticed something was amiss:

"That ghost blood has a suppressive effect on the supernatural. In principle, Simon's bullets are made by wrapping the vengeful spirits inside those eerie strips of cloth. But now that those strips have come into contact with the ghost blood, they have lost their original effect and have completely dispersed, prematurely releasing the vengeful spirits inside the strips, which naturally causes the bullets to explode..."

In fact, the old woman in the Western-style dress was pretty much right, but even if her analysis was correct, it wouldn't have made much difference.

When a double-barreled shotgun experiences a barrel explosion, the closer the person is to the shotgun, the greater the impact.

At this moment, Simon, the man with the gun, was naturally the first to be affected.

Corroded by supernatural forces, the skin and flesh on his face rapidly peeled away and rotted, making him look extremely ferocious, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.

"A madman, this guy is absolutely insane..."

Simon's voice was hoarse. He no longer cared about saving face and looked at Lu Ming with resentment in his eyes.

This move was actually just as dangerous for Lu Ming.

Since Simon was carrying more than just this one bullet, if all the bullets were to scatter simultaneously, releasing more than a dozen resurrected vengeful ghosts, everyone present would be buried alive in this mourning hall.

"You're right, we really can't keep wasting time with these two guys. Their thinking is nothing like that of a normal human being."

A disheveled Simon waved his hand, signaling the entire Ghost Tamer squad hidden in the shadows to attack together and eliminate Lu Ming and Yang Jian as quickly as possible.

The supernatural attacks are eerie and terrifying, often arriving without any warning.

In just a moment, Yang Jian was subjected to supernatural attacks from several ghost tamers.

In this situation, only a handful of paranormal practitioners in the entire paranormal community can survive unscathed.

Yang Jian used every means at his disposal.

He compressed the crimson ghost domain into a very small area around himself, so that his ghostly ghost domain could barely be maintained and not be completely suppressed.

At the same time, Yang Jian lit the scarlet ghost candle in his hand and threw a substitute doll that smelled of corpses in the opposite direction.

He tried several methods, but with little success.

The ghost candle flickered for a moment after being lit, and then burned out completely.

The thrown-out substitute doll was even more outrageous; before it even landed and bounced, it was shattered into several pieces by an unseen supernatural force.

The supernatural attacks from all directions were too dangerous, and even though Yang Jian tried his best, he still couldn't defend against them all.

Deep cracks appeared on his face, like shattered porcelain, further worsening his already poor health.

And this is just the beginning.

What rushed toward Yang Jian was not only an inescapable, certain death curse, but also a supernatural attack on the level of consciousness.

This kind of supernatural attack on the level of consciousness is even more terrifying. It is invisible and intangible, yet it can cause the sudden death of a top-notch ghost tamer.

"Two kings, and an entire squad of ghost riders—is this lineup still too terrifying?"

At this moment, Yang Jian's mood had sunk to the bottom; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was utterly despondent.

The current situation only made him feel deeply powerless.

He glanced at Lu Ming beside him out of the corner of his eye, then his eyes widened suddenly.

"how is this possible?"

Yang Jian originally thought that even Lu Ming couldn't withstand such a terrifying supernatural attack.

But the fact is, Lu Ming not only withstood it, but it also didn't seem like he used his full strength.

He hasn't let the ghost bride in her bright red wedding dress show up yet, partly to conceal her identity, and partly because it's truly unnecessary.

Faced with the siege from the King's organization, Lu Ming suddenly produced an umbrella that looked like it had been soaked in blood.

Instead of opening the red umbrella, he slowly raised it, then lowered it, pointing the tip at the group of ghost riders from the King's organization.

The battle against the supernatural is quite fair.

Even the most skilled ghost tamers cannot completely ignore supernatural attacks from other ghost tamers.

At this moment, the deadly curses and the terrifying mental attacks had a great impact on Lu Ming, and should have been able to kill him several times over.

However, Lu Ming's figure kept becoming illusory and then gradually solidifying... In this cycle, he defused one supernatural attack after another.

"This is... a reboot?!"

Everyone present recognized Lu Ming's supernatural abilities.

Individual unit restart.

It can help you return to your previous state.

A restart can only revert to a very short period of time, sometimes as short as a few seconds.

But those few seconds can be the key to victory in a supernatural confrontation.

It's no exaggeration to say that while a master may not necessarily be able to restart, a ghost tamer who can restart is definitely not simple.

Lu Ming thwarted the supernatural attack from the King's Organization, and now it was his turn.

He used the supernatural power of the ghost-slaying knife at the tip of the blood umbrella, and with the "copying" effect of the mirror world, he dismembered all the ghost tamers present.

Such dismemberment was incredibly horrific; even ordinary vengeful ghosts would struggle to escape it, let alone this group of ghost tamers. One of the kings, Simon, was even severely injured in the explosion…

(End of this chapter)