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In Du Wang's eyes, the black mist shrouding that door was thicker than any he had ever seen before.

Clearly, it was a ghost that sealed the door.

Although we don't know what it did, the missing residents must have been hiding inside, which is why we didn't hear the sounds from the corridor.

Seeing his determination, Liu Qiang took the lead and walked ahead.

"I'll do it."

"Bang!"

He kicked the door.

With the power of a Tier 2 superhuman, this kick would be enough to smash it to pieces.

But the door remained unmoved, as if protected by some force.

"Hmph, looks like this guy is hiding inside." Liu Qiang snorted coldly, pulled out his military dagger, and stabbed it hard, piercing through the thin door.

"Sizzle!"

Then he pressed down hard, trying to cut a bigger gash with the dagger.

But dense black hairs crawled out of the hole like worms, wrapping around his wrist.

Liu Qiang remained calm. A hawk appeared behind him, and the aura of metal burst forth from his dagger, instantly tearing apart all the black hair.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when the black hair was falling out, the gray eagle suddenly crashed into it.

"Splash!"

The door shattered into several pieces, which flew into the room.

The scene inside immediately came into view for the two of them.

All that could be seen were pairs of bluish-gray or pale feet, some bare, some wearing slippers, all suspended in mid-air.

They hung down silently, like water plants growing upside down from the bottom of a dark pool.

But if you look closely, you'll find that the pool of dark water isn't water at all.

It was clearly a dense mass of long, black hair, surging like a living thing on the ceiling.

Du Wang was shaken, and his scalp tingled slightly.

Liu Qiang's lips trembled slightly, and his hands clenched several times, only to loosen their grip weakly.

The next moment, the gray eagle spread its wings and its bull-like body soared toward the ceiling, its sharp metal energy raging out and severing all the hair!

"I'll save people, you stay and watch over them for me!"

Liu Qiang did not hesitate. Even though the people in front of him had little chance of survival, he had to save each of their bodies first.

Although Du Wang wanted to help him, the ghost was currently hiding somewhere, and if he was not careful, he could easily be dragged back into the dream.

Therefore, he kept a close eye on everything around him, paying close attention to the movements of the black hair.

At the same time, he picked up the walkie-talkie and called Cheng Huo.

"Nine Ears, can you hear me?"

"Buzz." The walkie-talkie made a noisy sound, as if the signal was being interfered with.

Since calling for reinforcements won't work, we can only put aside distractions and focus on the present.

At this moment, black mist enveloped the entire room. Although black cracks could be seen appearing and disappearing on the ceiling, the changes were too rapid to serve as a warning.

Moreover, unlike the previous strategy of fleeing at the first sign of trouble, this time the hair parasitized by the monster actually engaged in a direct battle with the gray giant eagle.

Strands of hair, like arrows, clung to the giant eagle, wrapping around its wings and legs, only to be quickly scattered by the eagle.

But each time, the black hair stubbornly continues to entangle, seemingly without end.

In contrast, the gray giant eagle's speed gradually decreased after each engagement, symbolizing that its host's physical strength was rapidly declining.

Du Wang turned to look at Liu Qiang, who had already climbed onto the cabinet and was using a military dagger to cut the hair of the residents.

Liu Qiang just tried using a pistol, but it didn't work well because the residents' hair had already become connected to the ghost's black hair, and could only be severed by the power of their innate spirits.

But doing this will quickly deplete his physical strength.

Even at level 2, it can't withstand this kind of consumption.

It can't be left unattended; the ghost is clearly using the hair to parasitize the residents' bodies, and if it's not stopped, it will become dangerous.

"What should we do?" Du Wang frowned, his heart filled with urgency.

He suddenly thought of a buzzer.

According to Captain Chen, special ammunition is not very useful against ghosts.

But if you combine it with the weaknesses you see, it might have a surprising effect.

Thinking of this, Du Wang took out his pistol, changed the magazine for the buzzer rounds, and raised his hand to aim at the tangled black hair.

Its battle with the giant eagle had reached a stalemate. Its two strands of hair, like thick arms, were tightly gripping the giant eagle's legs, trying to drag it into the black vortex.

The giant eagle struggled incessantly, its wings flailing like scimitars, tearing its mane in slivers.

But hair from all directions spread out, bearing a sharp aura, relentlessly wrapping around the giant eagle's body, continuously spreading to its entire form.

Unable to bear it any longer, the giant eagle opened its beak and let out a piercing cry. The sound waves shattered the black hair clusters, causing Liu Qiang's face to turn pale and him to stumble.

The spirit's free movement consumes more physical strength compared to the host's own ability to use it.

Liu Qiang had no other options.

Tiger Eagle's abilities are all focused on offense; he cannot fly like Red Cannon.

Just as the black hair regained its strength and surged forth like a tidal wave, Du Wang finally made his move.

"Buzz..."

He calmly pulled the trigger at the fleeting black crack, and a strange buzzing sound immediately filled the room, interrupting the movements of the giant eagle and the hair.

The bullet then struck the crack, and large clumps of black hair immediately lost their oily, moist texture, becoming dry, frizzy, and eventually falling out.

"it works!"

Seeing that the buzzer rounds were effective, Du raised his hand and fired again.

"Smack."

"Smack."

Two shots later, another large patch of black hair was shot off.

Du Wang felt a surge of confidence: "Brother Liu, save your energy, leave the rest to me."

Liu Qiang was surprised that he had such a weapon. He was invigorated and quickly called the giant eagle back.

Realizing Du Wang's threat, the black-haired men defiantly withstood the bullet attacks, scattering and charging at the youth from different angles.

Du Wang quickly raised his hand, the pistol like an extension of his arm, forming a stable whole, moving continuously with his swing without the slightest tremor.

"Slap, slap, slap."

Forced by a life-or-death crisis, he seemed to return to the state he had when he was practicing martial arts, standing on the edge of a cliff with a spear in hand.

Hands follow eyes, eyes follow mind, mind is focused.

To put it jokingly, a pistol is a gun, and ballistics are a path.

When martial arts practitioners no longer adhere to tradition, they are often able to bring out the greater effectiveness of modern weapons.

Just like Du Wang, who could hold a heavy wooden spear weighing more than ten kilograms upright by only holding the butt end, let alone a light and nimble pistol.

"Slap, slap."

The monster's weaknesses were exploited one by one, and large clumps of its hair scattered rapidly like ashes, about to be completely cleaned up.

However, the next moment, the pistol in Du Wang's hand jammed.

As the bullets disappeared, more hair suddenly appeared from the ceiling and corners of the room, attacking him.

"not good."

Liu Qiang was cutting the hair of the last resident when he saw this and anxiously shouted, "Back off quickly!"

Even he wouldn't dare to engage in close combat with the black hair controlled by the ghost.

Du Wang is only a Tier 1 superhuman. If it weren't for bullets, it would be difficult for him to gain the upper hand against the monsters.

If you get tangled in hair, you could be in danger.

I had said before that I would bring everyone back safe and sound, and that no accident could happen here.

I should have sent Jiu Er over!

He moves faster than a hair.

Liu Qiang was extremely anxious and summoned his tiger eagle, which rushed towards Du Wang.

But the ghosts are faster.

Her hair, tangled like vines, surrounded Du Wang, trying to entangle his body and drag him into the abyss.

However, faced with this predicament, Du Wang's eyes showed no fear, only fighting spirit.

"Perfect timing!"

He clenched his fists like Li Yuanba on the battlefield, and charged into the encirclement of black hair.

Immediately afterwards, pale blue flames ignited from his fists!