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Chapter 264 Reckless Accumulation: The Dismembered Luo Wensong! (4k)

As Zhang Youhong finished speaking, several cold figures appeared behind her. These figures slowly walked out from behind Zhang Youhong and came into everyone's view.

The number of people on site suddenly increased from four to seven.

The graveyard owner Luo Qian, Old Qin, and Meng Xiaodong carrying a flower basket—for some unknown reason, they were all copied out of thin air.

The ability to replicate even the supernatural phenomena of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China is terrifying and unique in any era. It even surpasses that of He Yin'er, the soul-summoning master of Taiping Ancient Town.

Because of this ability, Zhang Youhong is also known as the Gold Medal Summoner.

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After the bus driver, Mr. Qin, and Zhang Youhong got off the bus, the bus, which had been running normally, suddenly stopped and lost its ability to suppress the supernatural.

The passengers on the ghost bus were immediately thrown into panic.

You should know that this bus is not only carrying ghost tamers, but also terrifying vengeful ghosts.

Several ghost tamers who sat close to the vengeful spirit were immediately killed by the inescapable rule of killing.

Screams filled the air as blood splattered onto the car windows, leaving horrific marks.

Perhaps the commotion here disturbed the seven elders of the Republic of China on the other side, for the dark eyes of Luo Qian, the owner of the cemetery, flickered slightly.

With a casual wave of his hand, the grave soil that appeared out of thin air swallowed up all the vengeful ghosts that had been killing without any rules.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

However, the infinite grave soil summoned by the graveyard owner Luo Qian has a terrifying suppressive effect, capable of suppressing the supernatural power of vengeful ghosts and causing them to temporarily freeze.

In terms of sheer numbers, no matter how many vengeful ghosts there are, they cannot affect the graveyard owner, Luo Qian. That is what makes this old man so terrifying.

"Alright, let's teach this arrogant young man a little lesson."

Luo Qian looked at Lu Ming with his dark eyes and spoke in a cold voice.

Seven against one – even if these people can't truly unleash the full potential of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, it's still quite terrifying.

At this point, Lu Ming could no longer hold back.

"Wait, have you forgotten about this old man?"

Just when Lu Ming thought that the seven people were all the people who had come, an old man dressed in a black robe appeared.

His exposed skin was covered in lividity, his expression was stiff and cold, and his cloudy eyes were like glass marbles, devoid of any light.

The person who reacted the most the moment this person appeared was not Lu Ming, but Yang Jian on the bus.

"A knocking ghost?!"

He knew this guy all too well.

The door-knocking ghost at Dachang No. 7 Middle School.

It was also the beginning of all nightmares.

Almost all of Yang Jian's classmates died in that disaster.

Many times, Yang Jian wished that what he had experienced was just a fantasy in his mind, and that when he woke up, he would find that the ghost tamer, the headquarters, and the city manager were all fake.

He was just an ordinary high school student from a family with limited financial resources.

Spending carefree time online with my rich classmate Zhang Wei...
The appearance of the knocking ghost was like a pebble thrown into a calm pond, creating ripples.

Therefore, a sudden knock on the door has always been one of Yang Jian's greatest fears.

And now, the knocking ghost has appeared before him once again.

No, to be more precise, this is not the Knocking Ghost, but Luo Wensong, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, who is the complete form of the Knocking Ghost.

The knocking ghost, rated as an A-level paranormal event, is just one piece of Luo Wensong's puzzle.

Besides Luo Wensong, three other members of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China arrived late.

Zhang Baihua, an elderly man who runs a traditional Chinese medicine shop; Li Qingzhi, a man who works at the Caesars Hotel; and Zhang Dong, an elderly man living in a haunted house.

Zhang Dong's appearance made the atmosphere at the scene seem a bit more tense.

The others made way for him, showing great respect.

Lu Ming's eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself, "Is it really necessary? In this world, even the Seven Elders of the Republic of China have come out to kill me..."

"At this point in time, I haven't yet taken control of the ghost child. To deal with the seven elders of the Republic of China at the same time, even if I'm not in my full state, no ghost tamer can do it, unless they are fully developed ghost messengers or starving ghosts."

Lu Ming had no doubt that although this world was not "real," if he died here, he would also die in the real world.

Lu Ming finally understood what the weighing from the old man Zhang Dong in the haunted house was all about.

It is no exaggeration to say that this was the most terrifying crisis Lu Ming had ever experienced.

So far, Lu Ming has not come up with any way to survive.

In the distance from the mass grave, on the bus, Li Yang and the others also realized that something was wrong, or rather, something was very wrong.

Although Lu Ming's ability to use supernatural powers at this point in time exceeded their expectations, the probability of Lu Ming surviving the siege of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China was still infinitely close to zero.

Xu Feng, who had previously looked down on Lu Ming, didn't dare to utter a word at this moment.

At this moment, any one of the seven elders of the Republic of China surrounding Lu Ming could crush him like an ant.

He vaguely remembered saying that his strength was among the top in the entire paranormal community.

Looking back now, I feel no pride or sense of accomplishment whatsoever; my face just stings as if I've been slapped.

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"Old Qin, I want to know in advance how long this kid can last when the eight of us work together."

"Unpredictable."

Old Qin's expression turned cold, clearly not expecting this outcome.

But he quickly explained, "It's possible that I was blocked by some kind of supernatural barrier, which is why I can't connect with my future self. That's understandable."

Meng Xiaodong nodded expressionlessly: "It's possible that the kid died too quickly. It was just a trivial matter, which is why you couldn't predict it... After all, Zhang Dong made a move. I don't think anyone can withstand Zhang Dong for more than three seconds."

Lu Ming cleared his mind of all distractions, calmed himself down, and said, "You guys are taking me far too lightly. Being too arrogant is not a good thing."

The next moment, he stopped wasting words with the seven people, waved his hand, and for some reason, a pile of shattered mirrors appeared in front of him.

The overlapping and intersecting mirrors reflected the figures of countless little devils.

With her long, black hair flowing freely, Tomie crawled out of the mirror, wearing a slightly comical red floral jacket.

Incredibly, such a huge number of Little Tomie appeared on the scene at the same time, and the number of Little Tomie continued to increase as if it were endless.

"Oh? Interesting, it has even touched upon the concept of infinity."

"I didn't expect that in this new era there would still be such brilliant young talents. However, sheer numbers are not enough to suppress us." Luo Qian looked at the constantly appearing little Tomie with great interest through his dark eyes. With another wave of his hand, endless grave soil, carrying a terrifying suppressive effect, buried countless little Tomie in an instant.

"His real purpose was not to have these little devils attack us, but to use the demon blood to suppress us."

The seven elders of the Republic of China had extensive experience in handling paranormal events, including dealing with ghost tamers.

In just one glance, Luo Wensong saw through Lu Ming's true intentions.

At this moment, Zhang Youhong revealed a stiff smile. She raised her slender fingers, as if pulling on the strings of a puppet, and used the puppets she had summoned to defend against Lu Ming's supernatural attack.

"I was seen through so easily. Sure enough, the Seven Elders of the Republic of China are all monsters. If it were a one-on-one fight, I might have a chance of winning, but with these seven and Elder Qin joining forces, and me not yet officially married to the Ghost Bride, I can't think of any way to survive..."

Lu Ming's face was extremely gloomy at this moment, almost as if it were dripping with water.

In the end, he still allowed the ghost bride dressed in a bright red wedding gown to appear beside him.

As fluffy paper dust drifted down from mid-air, the Ghostly Realm unfolded, and a dark, faded opening appeared in the originally gloomy sky.

Lu Ming got up and went inside.

In this situation, he had no choice but to run.

"He wanted to leave, so they stopped him and blocked all his way out."

As soon as Luo Wensong finished speaking, a dull knocking sound rang out on the door.

As the killing pattern was triggered, the ground where Lu Ming was standing began to sink in, forming a large pit that looked like a door. This pit was not exactly the same as other pits; its bottom was pitch black, seemingly leading not to the underground, but to another strange and supernatural place.

Logically speaking, there are only abandoned graves here, no living people living here, no "door" exists, and Luo Wensong has no medium to trigger the paranormal attack.

However, within the deep pit beneath Lu Ming, the outlines of countless doorways were vaguely visible.

The outlines of these doors are very clear; they do not belong to this place but connect to another city.

At that moment, all the gates of the city were mysteriously opened.

From a distance, it looks like it's covered in a dense network of sores, which is incredibly creepy.

These doors are both terrifying passages and inescapable cages, trapping Lu Ming here forever.

What surprised Lu Ming the most was that the countless doors that opened at the same time included the doors in his ghost painting world.

In other words, Luo Wensong's supernatural abilities even affected ghost paintings.

"Aren't you going to let me leave?"

Lu Ming's expression was icy cold, even showing a hint of annoyance.

He hadn't been beaten so badly and forced to flee like this in a long time.

Whether in the world of horror movies or in the world of mysterious resurrection, he is unstoppable, killing gods and Buddhas alike.

The weighing method, which came from Zhang Dong, the head of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, was of such a high level that it was almost abnormal.

Dealing with the seven elders of the Republic of China plus Elder Qin at the same time is not a complete state, but it is still beyond human capability.

After all, each of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China represented the pinnacle of ghost tamers.

Not to mention the Cave Emperor's wave of his hand to erase everything, which is even more powerful than a cheat code. In front of him, even the captain of the Ghost Ship wouldn't be able to withstand it for more than a few seconds.

In the real world, Zhang Dong certainly wasn't just bored and wanted to mess with Lu Ming.

The reason he set this test so difficult could only be one: the road Lu Ming is about to walk is far more dangerous than today's weighing.

"To become the only one of its kind in an era, an outlier among outliers, is indeed no easy task."

Even if I see no hope of surviving, I will still not give up.

Struggling to survive in a dark world is a tragic fate that every demon tamer must endure, and there is no escaping it.

With this in mind, Lu Ming left the ghost painting world and returned to the mass grave full of graves.

He used the Ghost Domain to lift himself up, placing himself in mid-air, and looked indifferently at the Seven Elders of the Republic of China.

"This young man's character is... not bad, it's a pity he ran into us."

Before Luo Wensong could finish speaking, Lu Ming had already transferred the blood umbrella from his right hand to his left, and then, holding the ghost bride's hand, they slowly raised the blood umbrella together.

The killing pattern of the Ghost Cleaver was triggered, using eye contact as a medium, and it was directed at Luo Wensong, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China.

It appeared to be just one strike, but thanks to the superposition of the mirror world, countless strikes overlapped simultaneously, pointing at Luo Wensong.

In the real world, due to certain limitations, each time Lu Ming uses the mirror world, it can only be considered a pseudo-infinite superposition.

But in this place, at this critical moment of life and death, he couldn't care less about anything else. Without holding back, he swung the knife.

puff!

Luo Wensong's right hand was severed and fell to the ground, his black long robe was also torn.

A moment of silence fell over the scene.

Obviously, no one expected Lu Ming to be so ruthless, and he immediately began to dismember Luo Wensong.

The blow just now may have seemed to have severed Luo Wensong's arm, but in reality, it dismembered his supernatural being.

The curse of death for knocking on the door and the curse of lividity both temporarily disappeared from Luo Wensong's body, and the dense lividity faded from the surface of Luo Wensong's skin.

Meng Xiaodong was stunned and speechless: "Are you kidding me! This young man is actually so fierce?"

Li Qingzhi was in a daze, seeing his own reflection in Lu Ming, as if it was himself who had just made the move, not Lu Ming.

Zhang Dong, who hadn't made a move yet, finally looked up at Lu Ming and nodded slightly, seemingly to express his approval.

"Old Qin didn't foresee anything. Although it's unlikely that anything unexpected will happen, it's still better to be cautious and avoid any unforeseen complications."

"Let's end this farce quickly."

"understood."

After Zhang Dong spoke, the other seven people had no further objections and nodded in agreement.

“Luo Wensong, you’re not in good shape right now. Just stay where you are. All you need to do is open a door for us so we can get close to that kid quickly.”

Zhang Dong's assessment of the situation was very accurate.

Lu Ming wasn't a fool; after that slash, some cracks appeared on his own body.

To avoid being caught off guard and eliminated in one fell swoop, he has retreated back into the gloomy, ghostly realm.

"The door is open, you can go in. If nothing unexpected happens, the outcome will be decided in the next moment."

(End of this chapter)