Chen Hansheng was frightened to escape for ten days, and this has always been the case.

Because this was the only time he had no choice but to fight back like a lamb to be slaughtered.

It was a strange thing to watch the death of the former self.

But he didn't have time to experience it.

Even the surprise that Fang Shenyan had no chance to escape death in this way.

Chen Hansheng's body was already watered by the rain, and he was shaking in the night, but he could only hold his head up.

In the air, he vaguely saw several black shadows waiting for his gathering across another dimension.

"Wei Hu, Wen Linghua, Yi Hui, Tan Song..."

Those names that disappeared from the past years instantly squeezed into Chen Hansheng's mind and interfered with his thinking.

He shook his head hard, and the raindrops between his hair sucked on his face.

A powerless resistance, crushing force like a rule, came from all directions.

Chen Hansheng pulled out the deformed Zhao Zilong shadow play, but took it back, as if he had struggled for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he clenched his steel teeth and threw out two black armored generals.

Two generals of Cao's army appeared, and a black shadow of two meters high appeared in the hazy rain.

However, the moment they appeared, they immediately contracted towards Chen Hansheng's position until they were fully integrated into the body.

After looking at it again, Chen Hansheng's appearance changed drastically at this time.

Two completely different armors appeared in front of him and behind him, with two spears on both palms.

He is heroic and murderous.

In an instant, Chen Hansheng seemed to have become a general who traveled through the ancient battlefield, standing in the wind and rain.

But that horrifying aura only existed for less than half a second.

The unsolvable rule killing people fell from the sky and came with a crushing momentum.

The armor that had just possessed exploded one after another, and the two spears turned into ashes before the blades were lit.

Chen Hansheng's chest was sunk heavily, and he retreated wildly in the rain until he fell on his back.

A large mouthful of blood poured out of his throat, dyeing his cheeks red, and blood was seeping between his white teeth, and it was immediately washed away by the rain.

Chen Hansheng fell to the ground with serious injuries, looking straight at the gloomy sky, but laughed on his back.

Failure but not dead means his method is effective.

Two black armored generals of Cao's army, attached to themselves, can resist the unsolved killing of the ten-day escaped ghost.

In the second second, the target Chen Hansheng failed.

Chen Hansheng struggled to kneel on the ground, raised his head and stared at Fang Shenyan not far away, and said word by word:

"How much reserves do you have and how many trump cards do you have just entered the hotel?

Fang Shenyan, I see how many times you can resist!"

In the third second, the target party was cautious and started.

Fang Shenyan's body shook in the rain. In just two seconds, he was already at the end of his strength.

As early as when he arrived at the third floor, he had already lost one eye.

In the increasingly harsh environment, the injuries became more and more serious, almost causing him to lose most of his vitality.

I can still keep thinking and standing at this moment because of the white-faced ghost mask.

The white light was still flashing on the cheeks, but it gradually became thinner.

The third level of ghost is helping him maintain the power of the pitiful sinful thing, barely saving the situation.

Chen Hansheng is right.

In this Russian turntable bet, life is betting on time and time again, not only will but luck, but also foundation.

And Fang Shenyan was just a clerk who had been in the hotel for more than two months.

Fang Shenyan raised his head with difficulty, glanced at Chen Hansheng faintly like a breath of candlelight.

His right hand was placed on the ghost silk again and slowly exerted force.

"hiss……"

The last ghost silk was pulled down from his fingertips by him.

The moment the thread fell off, all the supernatural powers condensed on him disappeared.

Fang Shenyan took the initiative to extinguish the white-faced ghost mask, which was equivalent to getting rid of his own connection with the third level of ghosts.

His face became younger and thinner again, and he had already entered his early twenties.

The price of sin will come like a tide.

He is likely to be unable to last two seconds and lose his memory and become a teenager with no resistance.

But if he didn't do this this time, he would no longer have the ability to stop this attack.

He got rid of the blessing of the third layer of ghosts, erased the effect of the white-faced ghost mask, and also cut off the connection with the ten-day escaped ghost.

In the third second, the target party was cautious and failed.

The price is too high.

He paid a huge price once again.

And this time, for Fang Shenyan, he no longer had the protection of sinful objects and lost the protection of the third layer of ghosts.

But the countdown did not disappear as the third layer of ghosts evacuated.

Because Fang Shenyan, there should be about two seconds left before returning to the boy.

This life-gambling game between Fang and Chen is still not over.

In the fourth second, the target Chen Hansheng began.

Fang Shenyan dragged it for another second and pointed the gun at Chen Hansheng again.

But this time, Chen Hansheng was not as nervous as before, but became more confident.

Fang Shenyan took the initiative to clear his relationship with the third level of ghost and stopped the effect of the sin.

This means that he has reached the end of his life.

Chen Hansheng climbed on the road full of water several times before he stood up and threw two black armored general shadows in his palm into the air.

Use the same trick again.

With two shadow puppets in hand, Chen Hansheng's injury recovered briefly, and he straightened his posture to welcome the fourth second.

Darkness comes, armor shatters, and weapons turn into ashes.

But Chen Hansheng's face suddenly changed drastically because he immediately discovered that this attack would be even more fierce.

The effects of the two shadow puppets were completely shattered in an instant, but it didn't pass for a second.

Chen Hansheng's veins bulged, and he had no time to hesitate, and finally pulled out the last black armor general.

There are seven original shadow puppets.

One of them was destroyed by Ji Li during the last store manager mission.

Now there is only one Zhao Zilong with a white helmet and a white armor, and five Cao's generals with a black armor.

Zhao Zilong's shadow play is of course the most powerful one, so he dare not move rashly.

But Cao's shadow plays are also precious, but now they are going to destroy three more pictures.

The muscles on Chen Hansheng's face were trembling, and his heart was bleeding, and he could only watch another Cao Jun shadow puppet shattered.

In the fourth second, the target Chen Hansheng failed.

But for him, the taste of victory was extremely bitter.

Shadow puppet sins are the foundation for Chen Hansheng's life, and now he has seven or six out of seven.

Is this worth it?

Chen Hansheng lay in the puddle, the cold rain suffocated him, and the fire of death was burning the little vitality left by him.

"The shadow play comes from the fourth level, as long as... as long as I live through the third level...

As long as I drag Fang Shenyan to death, I...I must be worth it!"

In the fifth second, the target was cautious and began.

Chen Hansheng raised his head in pain, and he was going to watch Fang Shenyan die with his own eyes.

What kind of benevolence, righteousness, morality, and what is right and wrong, good and evil are no longer important at this moment.

Only one dies can one live.

Give him another second, and you can record it on the 211th day and become part of the perfect answer.

"Even the third level ghosts abandoned you, I don't believe you can survive the next second!"

The traces of time were getting fewer and fewer on Fang Shenyan's face, and the memories of entering the hotel began to be broken.

As the sky was raining, Fang Shenyan slowly raised his head and looked straight into Chen Hansheng's blood-red eyes through the surging crowd.

His left hand was pulled out of his arms, and a vermilion wood sculpture was exposed to the wind.

In just a moment, the wind and clouds suddenly changed and the light source went out.

Fang Shenyan's clothes became a pure black patient uniform, and his five fingers on his right hand turned into carving knives.

And his face became blurred until it was blank.

A silver light flashed in the dark night, and the vermilion wood carved face was formed from then on.

In the fifth second, the target party was cautious and failed.
Chapter completed!