Chapter 347 The Dying Man
"Lin Bei, I'm Shen Lin, the captain of Daxia City. Although I don't know what you are planning, I will try my best to provide you with some help."

"That horrible old corpse has invaded your body. There's not much I can do. The most I can do is to put your face back together. The rest is up to you."

Shen Lin's voice echoed in Lin Bei's ears, which gave Lin Bei, who was originally full of concerns, a little more confidence.

"Thank you Captain Shen for your help. If I still fail, I may have to trouble you and Captain Cao to collect my body for me."

Lin Bei took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Although he had been mentally prepared for death since the day he became a ghost rider, when the day finally came, he still felt extremely heavy.

"Just go ahead and do it. If anything goes wrong I'll try my best to get you back."

Shen Lin's voice sounded again, and at the same time, the facial features of the corpse gradually became familiar, and Lin Bei's face was about to reappear.

Lin Bei did not respond. He did not know that Shen Lin had mastered new supernatural powers. He just thought that the other party was comforting him.

"It's time to act. When my face is formed again, illusion and reality will overlap again. However, the living and the dead are two completely different and opposing sides. The two of me will cause a conflict between the laws of evil spirits."

About half a minute later, the face of the corpse changed completely and became the appearance of the dead Lin Bei.

Just as Lin Bei had imagined, illusion and reality began to overlap, but with the addition of the old corpse, the mirror-copied supernatural power conflicted with Lin Bei's original supernatural power, and a confrontation between the supernatural powers emerged.

"It's now."

Lin Bei rushed over instantly, and the figures of the living and the corpses strangely overlapped at this moment!
"Do your best and leave the rest to fate. I, Lin Bei, dare to use the evil spirit that is the source of such an S-level supernatural event as a pawn. Even if I die, it is worth it!"

The expansion trend of the mirror world completely stopped at this moment. Even some of the copied evil spirits and fake ghost riders stopped moving. Those Si Mings who had been struggling and were almost on the verge of recovery finally had time to catch their breath.

at the same time.

"Did Shen Lin succeed? Or is Lin Bei also actively trying to control the ghost in Lu Jingxuan's body?"

Cao Yang stopped, and the mirrors around him were no longer deep and confusing. The images that were originally reflected also disappeared, as if all the mirrors had become ordinary mirrors at this moment.

"The suppression of the ghost den has weakened."

Suddenly, a cold wind blew up and Cao Yang's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

In Luocheng City, the team led by Lu Zhiwen was trapped in a special mysterious place. Even the satellite phone signal was cut off, which made Shen Liang, who was far away in Dajing City, completely panicked and didn't know how to make a decision for a while.

"Wen Zhong, look around those chairs, is there a shadow flashing by?"

On the narrow and dim path in the mysterious land, Liu Qi lowered his voice to remind Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong held his breath and carefully opened the pale, pupil-less ghost eye on his forehead and looked in the direction Liu Qi said.

Unlike Yang Jian, Wen Zhong's ghost eye does not have the power to detect ghosts, nor can it see ghosts that do not exist in reality like Lu Zhiwen's wooden eyeball.

He code-named his ghost eye "blind eye". When this ghost eye stares at an evil ghost, the evil ghost cannot see him, which is equivalent to making the ghost ignore his existence.

In most cases, this special ability can improve Wen Zhong's efficiency in handling supernatural events, but when the ghost eye is completely unable to see the evil ghosts, it will be completely useless.

"This……"

In the sight of the ghost eye, Wen Zhong did see some figures: they were a group of old people who looked, dressed and even had exactly the same expressions, as if they were produced on an assembly line.

The old man wore a black melon-shaped hat, a black gown in the style of the Republic of China, a black cloth belt around his waist, and a bloody ring on his right thumb.

“Full?!”

Wen Zhong's expression instantly turned ugly. He had been on that ghost bus for a while. A full ghost bus was one of the most dangerous situations. Now that all the seats in this mysterious place were occupied by an old man, it was obvious that nothing good would happen. Dangerous, extremely dangerous!
Liu Qi also saw it, and even from a distance he could feel the chill emanating from the old man, coupled with the dead silence and horror in his eyes, which made him unconsciously think of the knocking ghost he had experienced at Dachang No. 7 Middle School...

Not only that, the curse in Liu Qi's body was sending out a warning. It was an instinctive fear. Obviously, the degree of terror of this old man had exceeded the supernatural limit that the curse could transfer.

"Wen Zhong, what should we do now?"

Liu Qi tried to suppress the fear in his heart, but he couldn't help trembling when he spoke.

"Team Lu hasn't yet succeeded in controlling that ghost. We can't possibly withstand the old man's attack on our own."

Wen Zhong did not respond. He also felt a sense of despair and powerlessness. This old man was more terrifying than any ghost he had ever encountered. He and Liu Qi, the two candidate captains, were definitely not something they could handle.

The old people's movements were stiff. Although their figures appeared directly in front of each chair, the action of turning around and sitting down seemed to be an extremely difficult task for them.

"You must not let the old man sit down, at least you can't wait until he sits down before taking any action."

Every time the old man's body moved, Wen Zhong's fear that his life was hanging by a thread became more intense.

"I will stimulate the ghost den to the maximum extent. You use the curse to try to help me share some of the resurrection of the evil spirits. If you still can't get rid of it, you can only put your hope on Captain Lu."

Wen Zhong said with a wry smile that this was the last solution he could come up with.

Liu Qi nodded solemnly.

Then, each of them took out a scapegoat doll, dripped blood on it and put it in their pockets, hoping that it would buy them a few more seconds to breathe.

"action!"

Following a low roar from Wen Zhong, the two men no longer held back. Liu Qi cut his wrist and smeared his blood on Wen Zhong's body, while Wen Zhong took the initiative to stimulate the revival of the ghost fungus in his body.

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Dajing City, headquarters.

Shen Liang was extremely anxious, Wang Xiaoming was suffering from a terminal illness and didn't have much time left, and Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua was still in a coma. For a while, an atmosphere of sadness and silence became the main tone of the Asian Ghost Riders Headquarters.

A red light flashed, and Ghost Eyes Yang Jian appeared in the hall with an indifferent expression.

"Strange, the headquarters is eerily quiet today. Could supernatural events be happening here too?"

Yang Jian was a little confused, but before he took a few steps, his doubts were dispelled.

At the door of a room opposite, Wang Xiaoming, who looked haggard, was sitting in an electric wheelchair, and Wei Jing, who had a numb and dark face, was standing next to him.

Apparently, it was waiting for him.

"Luckily you came. I was really worried that you wouldn't come this time. Otherwise, we might never have the chance to see each other again in this life."

Wang Xiaoming was thin and was still receiving an IV drip, but even so he still chose to come out to greet Yang Jian.

"Looking at your condition, you probably won't live long. What do you want from me? Why did you bring Wei Jing with you?"

"Could it be that you want to avenge Wang Xiaoqiang before you die? You have General Wei Jing, can you fight Yang Jian?"

It was a rare occasion for Yang Jian to joke with this old acquaintance. In fact, he hated Wang Xiaoming very much, but when he thought that the other party was about to die, he became much more tolerant.

(End of this chapter)