Warning! The evil god's minions are invading the eerie dungeon.

At the critical moment.

Wang Ling suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck that was much clearer, more piercing, and more profound than the chilling sensation from the corpse in front of her, as if something was watching her from behind.

The force of the wind around her neck instantly stopped, unable to advance an inch.

Opening his eyes, he saw his colleague, who had been transformed into a corpse puppet, frozen in place, his palms forming claws.

The other person's facial muscles were contorted, and although there was nothing on his neck, it was strangely sunken, as if an invisible rope was tightening around his neck.

"What... is going on...?"

Wang Ling was slightly shocked by this eerie scene.

"I can only control it for five seconds at most. If you don't do anything, I'm done with it."

The calm voice that suddenly came from behind her brought her back to her senses.

Without a second thought, Wang Ling reacted quickly, reaching out with her hands like claws to grab the arms of the corpse puppet in front of her and pulling it down forcefully.

The corpse puppet's arms instantly went limp and hung down, as if dislocated.

Wang Ling immediately grabbed the opponent's neck, threw him behind her with a back throw, and at the same time raised her fist, which was covered by a black tactical boxing glove, and smashed the opponent's knee joint with two clean punches.

Once she confirmed that the corpse puppet had completely lost its ability to move, she raised her head and looked at the approaching young man behind her. In his left eye, a blurry white figure was gradually fading away.

She didn't show any signs of alertness, because if the other party had malicious intent, they could have easily killed her just now.

"I am Jiang Zhengyi's half-brother."

Qi Xie nodded to her.

"Oh... I see... um?"

Wang Ling's eyes glazed over for a moment, and a round "reacting" icon spun around on her head.

Qi Xie slowly stepped forward, glancing at the corpse puppet dressed in a special black uniform, its head still twitching on the ground, unable to rise due to its limbs being crippled:

"Wouldn't it be safer to just smash it? You should be able to do it with your strength."

"He was my colleague who died in the line of duty. I wanted to at least leave him with a complete body so I could take him home."

Wang Ling roughly guessed that the person in front of her was Jiang Zhengyi, and stood up without hiding it.

Qi Xie nodded, ceasing the discussion on the issue, and instead looked at the 'spirit medium' opposite him, who was surrounded by a group of corpses and had a gloomy expression.

"Those corpses are all corpse puppets. They can be restored even if they are broken. You can either dislocate their joints one by one without breaking them, or attack their main body directly."

Wang Ling quickly returned to combat mode and revealed the information she knew.

Upon hearing this, Qi Xie frowned slightly.

Is this another battle style of piling up cannon fodder?

This type of person is the one he hates the most.

When we encountered the Black Saints' hunt on train G0471, there was a guy with a newspaper who was like that.

Fortunately, the train passed through a long tunnel, and the darkness greatly increased his control over [Shadow's Gaze], otherwise it would have been really difficult to solve.

The small town in front of him, with its Northwest style, no longer provides the same environment and conditions that allowed him to create the same opportunities he had before.

Of course, he is no longer the same person he used to be, and he has more methods at his disposal now.

goo...

His shadow suddenly lengthened, and countless blood-red vertical eyes opened all over his body. Then he stood up from the ground and spread out, splitting into seven shadow tentacles.

Qi Xie then reached inside his coat with his left hand and quietly pulled out a sharp blood axe, more than 1.5 meters long.

Seeing this, Wang Ling also came to Qi Xie's side, made loose fists with both hands, and assumed a stance with her waist and hips firmly planted.

She was about to ask if they could each attack from the left and right flanks when she heard Qi Xie say calmly:

"Don't follow me, or at least don't come near me."

"Um?"

Wang Ling was taken aback.

Before she could ask, Qi Xie's body suddenly plummeted, and then his taut legs kicked out sharply.

boom--!

The rammed earth brick road beneath his feet cracked instantly, and he himself became a blur, trailing a streak of blood as he was propelled away.

"So fast!"

Wang Ling's eyes twitched as she realized that she couldn't possibly keep up with the other person's speed.

The 'spirit medium' on the other side also had a ferocious expression.

She didn't know where this young man had come from, but her temple nerves were throbbing wildly, screaming at her to run, as if the young man wasn't human, but some kind of monster, some kind of natural enemy!

"Stop him!"

She instinctively shouted, summoning nearly a hundred figures to protect her.

Boom-!

The blood-stained afterimage, like a cannonball, crashed into the crowd without slowing down at all.

Immediately, the figures at the very front were sent flying like bowling pins, except that what knocked them away was not a bowling pin but something more like a glove.

Thump. Thump! Thump—!

Sounds echoed from the crowded horde of corpses, like drumbeats striking the 'spirit medium's' temples.

She is only 1.62 meters tall, while the corpses that choose [Exorcism] to ensure combat effectiveness are mostly male and generally taller than her.

Therefore, since she was standing at the back of the horde of zombies, her line of sight was below the horde, and theoretically she shouldn't have been able to see what was happening inside.

But she could clearly know where the other person was.

Because after the young man, trailing a trail of blood, charged into the horde of corpses, the blood-red axe swung, and the blood-red light formed a crescent moon, so fast that it left several afterimages.

From the outside, several crimson crescent moons circled the center of the horde of corpses, forming a sphere that moved around them. Wherever they went, several figures flew up, their bodies cleaved by sharp axes until they reached the highest point in the air before bursting open and exploding into a spray of blood.

"Stop him! Stop him!"

The psychic screamed like a madman under the immense pressure.

Driven by their will, the horde of corpses surrounded Qi Xie. Several corpses, which had just been pieced together and seemed to be made up of dismembered body parts, quietly reached out from behind Qi Xie, trying to ambush him from behind.

But then, seven shadowy tentacles with blood-red vertical eyes reached out, instantly grabbing several Pinduoduo accounts that were trying to sneak up on them and tearing them apart.

"That's too brutal..."

Even Wang Ling, who was watching from the rear and had a military background, couldn't help but gasp in amazement, feeling her eyelids twitch.

At the same time, she understood why Qi Xie didn't want her to follow.

In his rapid charge, he had no time or even the inclination to distinguish friend from foe; anyone who got close to him would be torn to shreds without hesitation once caught by his tentacles.

If it weren't for the fact that the 'spirit medium' could also quickly regenerate and restore the undead, Qi Xie could have chopped down these nearly one hundred corpses in less than ten minutes.

"No...this guy is unbelievably strong..."

The psychic was having second thoughts.

She never wanted to fight to the death with anyone other than Jiang Zhengyi. After all, there was a limit to how well she could restore her corpse. Once it was shattered, restored, and then shattered again, it would eventually become so broken that it couldn't be pieced back together, rendering it completely useless.

Thinking of this, she turned around, intending to use the horde of zombies to cover her escape.

But suddenly.

Two shadowy tentacles with open, blood-red vertical eyes suddenly burst out from the horde of corpses and stretched out toward her.

"What?!"

The psychic turned around in astonishment.

boom--!

The tips of the two shadow tentacles suddenly burrowed into the ground, then tightened and straightened.

The ends of the two shadow tentacles were tied around Qi Xie's waist. As he suddenly took a few steps back in the horde of corpses, the tentacles tightened and straightened, like a slingshot ready to be released.

"this!?"

The psychic stared wide-eyed, before he could utter any more exclamations.

The slingshot suddenly released, launching Qi Xie like a whirlwind. The terrifying speed reduced the distance between him and the psychic to less than five meters in an instant.

"Where do you want to go?"

Amidst the howling wind, a whisper echoed softly.