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

Not far away, Wang Ling had just lowered her arm to shield herself from the bright light when she saw that the 'spirit medium' had already distanced herself, and a phantom spirit beside her was slowly solidifying, as if it was trying to drag her into the void.

After fighting for a long time, she immediately realized that her opponent would be out of the game in no more than three seconds.

When she turned to look at Qi Xie and saw that he was expressionless, with his arm straight, holding a bone-white revolver pointed at her, her pupils suddenly contracted.

She recognized Qi Xie.

It wasn't because of people, but because of guns.

After Jiang Zhengyi came out of the dungeon last time, he would hide in the shooting range to practice shooting whenever he had nothing to do. It seems that he was stimulated by something and kept saying that he wanted to make his shooting skills as good as his brother's.

Furthermore, given that this unfamiliar young man claimed to be related to Jiang Zhengyi, it's not hard to guess that this person must be the "brother" Jiang Zhengyi was referring to.

When a psychic summons a spirit to travel with them, their physical body cannot be attacked. The activation takes three seconds.

This means that Qi Xie only has one chance with six bullets in his magazine. If he fails to hit the target, he will be unable to stop the opponent from escaping.

But once Wang Ling realized who the other person was, the worry on her face vanished instantly, replaced by excitement.

According to Jiang Zhengyi, his brother must be a "sharpshooter"!

You can easily control the gun to shoot out human figures, and you don't even need to aim before you get three headshots!

In her view, the moment the other party raised his gun, the 'spirit medium' was already doomed!

there.

The psychic realized he was being targeted and his expression immediately changed.

Her gaze shifted to the utility pole beside her, as if she wanted to hide behind the concrete pole to avoid the bullets.

but!

Too late!

Wang Ling has a strong combat awareness; she could tell at a glance that her opponent didn't have time to move, and she happily reminded him:

"Quick! She'll escape in three seconds!"

Upon hearing this...

Qi Xie's lips twitched slightly as he vaguely sensed the gaze. He aimed at the 'spirit medium' who was no bigger than a bottle cap thirty meters away, and gritted his teeth to pull the trigger.

boom--!

Under Qi Xie's immense power, the muzzle of the gun barely moved.

Bang bang bang bang bang-!

however.

The moment he pulled the trigger.

The psychic's previously somewhat fearful expression vanished again, replaced by a cunning look.

Suddenly, the ground in front of her burst open, and a tall, burly male corpse emerged, completely blocking the 'spirit medium's' view!

Whether fighting Wang Ling or Qi Xie, she always kept a corpse puppet hidden, and didn't reveal it even when Qi Xie got close, just so she could play a surprising card at the crucial moment!

The corpse puppet's shape was clearly abnormal, making it certain that it was formed from the corpse of a strange traveler and possessed physical enhancements.

He's obviously a natural tank!

"not good!"

Wang Ling's expression changed.

She never expected that the other party would mislead them a second time by using her reaction.

The reason the 'spirit medium' had feigned fear was to subconsciously convince them that she was defenseless against gunfire, thus preventing them from switching to other potentially effective ranged attack methods.

In this way, she can use the human shield corpse puppet to block the bullets and leave gracefully.

The psychic's lips curled into a smile:

"Young man, you're still too young."

After he finished speaking, the air fell silent.

The corpse puppet did not burst into blood or have any wounds; it stood silently in front of me.

Qi Xie held up his gun, his face expressionless.

The psychic, hiding behind the corpse puppet, peeked out with a puzzled look.

Wang Ling stood at a distance, her mouth slightly agape, only one thought in her mind:

Not a single shot hit?

The air fell silent for a second.

The psychic couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye:

I told you your marksmanship was terrible! You made me pretend to be scared and hide my hand...

What a waste of emotion!

The illusory spirit had solidified to the point of being clearly visible. He raised his hand, grabbed her shoulder, and was about to teleport away in the next second.

She glanced at Qi Xie, whose face remained expressionless, and let out a cold laugh:

"Stop being so mysterious, I'm leaving..."

Boom-!

The next instant, a half-section of a utility pole, 35 centimeters in diameter and weighing nearly a ton, slammed into her forehead, knocking her directly into the ground. The part of her body that was pressed against the pole flattened out, and tomato juice splattered all over the ground.

The almost solidified spirit instantly dissipated, and the corpse puppet blocking her way lowered its head, seemingly having lost control.

Wang Ling stared blankly at the scene, her mouth agape, as if she could fit an egg in it. She slowly turned her head to look at the jagged, broken ends of the remaining half of the utility pole by the roadside.

Qi Xie's six shots all hit that spot!

The broken and fallen utility pole, positioned above, blocked the blind spot in the field of vision, thus bypassing the defense of the tanky corpse puppet!

She was so shocked she couldn't even describe the six shots.

It's important to know that a concrete utility pole with a diameter of 35 centimeters cannot be broken even if you shoot it six times with an ordinary handgun.

In other words, the [Singularity] in Qi Xie's hands is very powerful. Even so, not a single one of the six shots can be missed, because simply interrupting the attack is not enough; the angle also needs to be adjusted.

And Qi Xie did it!

He was even new to the place and seemed to know nothing about 'spiritualists' before.

In other words...

Despite never having met them before, he not only anticipated their possible trump cards, but also accurately hit the telephone pole with six bullets, and even predicted their movements so that the telephone pole would hit them precisely...

Is this...is this something that humans can actually do?

No wonder he's the kind of "sharpshooter" even a chuunibyou like Jiang Zhengyi admires; he's absolutely terrifying!!!

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Wang Ling's forehead. Her eyes were filled with awe as she looked at Qi Xie. She swallowed hard and let out a heartfelt exclamation:

"Good gun."

Qi Xie held up the bone-white revolver, paused strangely for a second, then lowered his arm, blew on the smoking muzzle to cool it down, then opened his jacket and tucked the gun back into its holster under his arm. He turned his head, nodded to Wang Ling, and said calmly:

"Thanks."

Although he was certain he was targeting a 'spirit medium,' the atmosphere wasn't the right time to deny it.

"Well……"

Just then, the 'spirit medium' who had been smashed into the ground by the telephone pole shakily raised his hand and made a faint, dying sound.

"He's still alive?"

Qi Xie glanced sideways, muttered something in confusion, and stepped forward to deliver the finishing blow.

But then, his eyes lit up as he looked at the 'spirit medium':

"Oh ho? No wonder he didn't die. He even modified his own body with bizarre materials. He's not even human anymore... and he even used quite a few dangerous-grade materials?"

The dying 'spirit medium' was stunned.

At that moment, Qi Xie's excited smile and the gleaming white teeth he revealed were magnified infinitely in her eyes, becoming increasingly chilling the more she looked...

Her voice trembled as she looked at Wang Ling, who was half a step behind Qi Xie:

"I...I surrender...I'm willing to be detained by your Weird Special Operations Bureau, whether it's as an experimental subject or imprisonment, I accept it..."

Wang Ling didn't speak, but silently looked at Qi Xie.

Qi Xie smiled slightly at her:

"I need this person..."

Upon hearing Qi Xie's words, the 'spirit medium' trembled and let out a loud howl:

"No!! No!!! I don't want to go with him... Wang Ling!!! Wang Ling!!! Aren't you an official? Save me! You can't just stand by and watch me die!"

Wang Ling crossed her arms, looked down at her nose, which was pointing towards the ground, and silently sighed in admiration:

"Look at this floor... hey, it's really a floor..."