Weird Cards: I've Become a Ghost

Although Xiao He couldn't see the invisible blade, he could clearly sense that he was being targeted by an attack when Li Ming plucked the guitar strings.

Moreover, his intuition told him that the attack seemed to be an invisible blade, because the feeling of being locked on by the attack was like having a knife hanging between his eyebrows.

Thus, with Xiao He's now somewhat "powerful" intuition, he sensed a strong sense of danger the instant the invisible blade was about to pierce his body.

His eyes narrowed, and he swiftly dodged the attack with remarkable agility.

This is a martial arts move he learned on the Ghost Night Division's intranet; it's a very basic dodging technique.

Unfortunately, he had very poor talent in martial arts. After studying for a while, he only learned the basics of martial arts. So after learning a few basic martial arts techniques and the application of force, he gave up on becoming a martial artist.

After all, in Xiao He's view, what use is high martial arts skill? In this world full of strange creatures, it is better to find a special strange creature than to become a powerful martial artist.

Martial arts are actually like math in my previous life. Unless you have a real passion for it, if you know you don't have enough talent, the math you learn is enough.

Besides, if he really wanted to learn real martial arts, he might as well wait until this body's "expiration date" was over and then possess a martial artist.

However, in Xiao He's mind, martial arts were never as good as the uncanny.

It is said that even the world's most skilled martial artist cannot split a mountain with a single punch or cleave a river with a single sword, but the mysterious can.

At the same time, the invisible blade grazed the hem of Xiao He's clothes, and having lost its target, it finally fell to the ground.

The next instant, a dull thud came from behind Xiao He, and a deep mark appeared on the ground behind him, as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade.

Upon hearing the noise, Xiao He instinctively turned his head to look. When he saw the marks left by the sharp blade on the ground, he couldn't help but think to himself.

If I were to be pierced through the body by this invisible blade, I would probably be seriously injured even if I didn't die.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze again to Li Ming, who was wielding a guitar and launching sonic attacks like a martial arts master, and muttered under his breath, "You think you're the only one with a knife?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his right arm began to writhe, transforming once again into a sharp, cold blade of flesh. Perhaps due to the increasing number of killings, the killing intent emanating from this blade of flesh became even more pronounced.

You have an invisible blade, I have a blade of flesh and blood.

Xiao He thought about it and felt that the current situation between the two was very similar to a scene in a martial arts movie, where a swordsman with a knife in his hand was facing off against a swordsman with a knife in his heart.

"However, compared to a strange energy attack, the attack just now looked more like a sonic attack from a martial artist's internal energy."

Xiao He thought this way because he didn't sense any strange energy from the invisible blade. He even dodged the attack not by sensing strange energy, but by his intuition.

the other side.

When Li Ming saw that Xiao He, the Night Demon Master, had easily dodged his attack, he was not surprised. After all, it was within his expectations. The attack was just a test, just like when he gave the demonic puppets the task of killing them.

He never imagined that he, an ordinary person, could so easily kill a master of deception.

At this moment, he recalled Xiao He's dodging action and thought to himself, "It seems that although this Demon Slayer is immune to my distorted demonic sound, he is not immune to physical attacks."

In fact, Li Ming's most powerful attack method so far is the demonic sound he plays with the guitar artifact in his hand, which can distort, extract, and then control souls.

However, when Xiao He, the master of demons, appeared, he was surprised to find that the other party was immune to the distorted demonic sounds he played. Not only was he unaffected by the demonic sounds, but he also appreciated his demonic sounds as ordinary music, just like a normal person.

Therefore, when Li Ming realized that his distorted demonic sound could not work on Xiao He, the master of demons, he switched to another method of attack.

As mentioned before, the Twisted Demonic Sound is Li Ming's strongest attack method, but it is not his only attack method.

The strange object in his hand—the loser's guitar—could not only produce distorted, demonic sounds that affected the soul, but also emit sonic attacks similar to martial arts techniques by vibrating the air.

However, in Li Ming's view, the true way to use this strange object is to play those demonic sounds that can strike the heart and affect the soul. After all, only music that resonates with the soul is the best music, while this kind of music that produces sound waves by vibrating the air is just a kind of music with form but no spirit.

Therefore, since obtaining this strange object, he has only played the demonic sound that "resonates with the soul," and has never played the deadly sound wave that "vibrates the air."

But now, in order to deal with Xiao He, a demon wielder who is immune to distorted demonic sounds, Li Ming has to play that deadly sound wave that can kill invisibly for the first time.

Thinking of this, a twisted, crazed look flashed in Li Ming's eyes, which made him look more like a madman than a musician.

Just as the boy who slays the dragon eventually becomes the dragon himself, the one who plays the twisted, demonic music is gradually being affected by this music that can distort the soul. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the first person to be affected by the demonic music.

However, the more severely affected he was by the distorted demonic sound, the more adept Li Ming became at using this strange object in his hand, and the greater the power he could wield.

At that moment, Li Ming gently plucked the guitar strings in his hand again, playing a high-pitched and passionate melody that echoed all around, like a call of the soul and a battle horn.

In the next instant, as if in response, a group of skeleton soldiers wearing rusty armor and wielding large swords gradually appeared in front of Li Ming. Their red eyes flashed with an evil light like demons, like an undead legion driven by dark power.

Xiao He, who was not far away, was stunned once again.

He muttered to himself, "It's getting more and more like it!"

The appearance of these skeleton soldiers is almost a direct echo of a scene from that movie.

However, what Xiao He didn't notice at this time was that every time a skeleton soldier appeared, one of the demonic puppets surrounding Jack would suddenly "crash" and lie motionless on the ground.

At this moment, Li Ming continued playing the guitar. Guided by the melody of the music, the skeleton soldiers raised their decayed skulls, which were now just white bones, and stared at Xiao He with their scarlet eyes as if they were eyeing their prey.

Roar!

After letting out a deep roar, the group of skeleton soldiers advanced towards Xiao He without fear. Their large swords whistled through the air and quickly reached Xiao He at an alarming speed, forming an impenetrable iron wall between Xiao He and Li Ming.

Seeing the skeleton soldiers almost within reach, Xiao He showed no fear. Instead, he smiled slightly, stepped forward, and nimbly dodged the attacks. He moved quickly, spun around, and his arms, which transformed into flesh-and-blood blades, were like the scythe of death, swiftly and mercilessly severing the skeleton soldiers' swords and then striking their bodies.

At this moment, Xiao He's figure moved like the wind. With each swing of his sword, one skeleton soldier after another fell. The flesh-and-blood blades sliced ​​through the air, each strike hitting their vital points accurately, severing their bodies in two, before turning into ashes and black smoke, returning to the darkness.

In an instant, Xiao He seemed to transform into a general fighting on the battlefield, frantically slaughtering the surrounding skeleton soldiers. The skeleton soldiers were simply no match for Xiao He's ferocious attacks, and in the end, they could only return to where they came from.

Finally, when Xiao He severed the last skeleton soldier's sword in one fell swoop and sent him to his death once more, the battle came to a complete end as the last skeleton soldier vanished.

Xiao He slowly lowered the flesh-and-blood blade, turned to look at Li Ming, who was still playing the guitar not far away, and kindly reminded him, "You don't need to play anymore. In less than the time it takes to sing a song, I've already taken care of your 'subordinates.' Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve."

In fact, this was the first time Xiao He had ever ended a battle so thoroughly.

After all, he rarely encounters so many weak but numerous "tools" that he can kill to his heart's content.

After hearing Xiao He's "provocative" words, Li Ming slowly stopped playing the last melody. As a qualified musician, even if there was a "mistake" in the "performance", he would still insist on finishing the performance.

In fact, Li Ming did not expect that Xiao He would end the battle so quickly and easily.

Perhaps the quality of this batch of "souls" is too poor.

Thinking of this, even though Li Ming's thoughts were gradually becoming distorted, he couldn't help but recall what the cultist had told him before—everything comes at a price.

The price Li Ming paid for his "success" was to come to the coastal city and do a "small favor" for that cultist. His use of the strange object called "The Loser's Guitar" also came at a price, and that price was his own soul.

In fact, everyone's soul is unique.

Different experiences and encounters from childhood to adulthood shape unique souls.

That's why the cultist sought out Li Ming—because only his soul could resonate with this strange object.

Only a "loser" like him can awaken another "loser" sleeping within this strange object.

Thinking of this, Li Ming gently stroked the wooden curved surface of the guitar, feeling the powerful energy it subtly transmitted. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and then he plucked the guitar strings again, playing another melody, a passionate melody.

"Then let's give you a high-energy beat!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a passionate melody echoed in the air. The string notes coalesced into a powerful sound wave that spun and accelerated in the air, gradually forming a huge vortex. Inside the vortex were countless invisible blades that emitted a chilling light and were extremely sharp.

This is a storm of sharp blades.

Countless sharp blades flew through the air, causing a chilling sensation, and sharp whistling sounds echoed continuously in the air.

Xiao He stared wide-eyed in shock at the scene before him.

At this moment, the power of the sonic impact became even more intense. Even though he was still some distance away from the storm of blades, he felt as if countless sharp blades were rushing towards him like crazy slashing knives.

Is the taunt skill really that powerful?

He should have known better than to try to act pretentious like those characters in the movies.

besides......

"Is this situation something someone of my level can handle?"

Xiao He's expression hardened slightly.

His current situation is like his enemy was originally a three-year-old child, but suddenly the other party has grown into a middle-aged man in his thirties.

The sense of crisis brought by this storm of blades far exceeded that of the invisible blades and skeleton soldiers before, and even seemed to be beyond his current ability to handle.

Besides, this shouldn't be something an ordinary person with a strange object could do, right?

By this time, Xiao He had already realized that the other party was just an ordinary person, because in his perception, the strange aura came entirely from the guitar in the other party's hand, not from the other party himself.

At the same time, the commotion of this storm of blades was so great that even Jack, who was completely submerged in the horde of demonic puppets, noticed it.

"What's going on? Why did the wind suddenly pick up?"

Out of curiosity, he slowly pushed a small opening through the crowd with his shoulder, then looked up and was immediately shocked by what he saw not far away.

What happened?

How could such a terrifying tornado suddenly appear out of nowhere?

This sudden storm of sharp blades was also noticed by people around the city square. Passersby stopped to watch the scene, and even Zheng Hao, who had just finished handing over with the logistics team members who had arrived, stared in disbelief at the tornado that was forming.

"Look! What's that?"

"It looks like a tornado!"

"My God! I've never seen such a huge tornado!"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and find a shelter!"

For humankind, tornadoes are a natural disaster.

Moreover, this coastal city hasn't experienced a tornado for many years.

However, while some people are worried about this situation, others are naturally happy.

"Oh? It's already started?"