Qi Yan spoke coldly, shaking the blood off his hands, tearing off a piece of cloth from a corpse on the roadside, and wiping his hands.

As he wiped, the corners of his mouth curled up and he couldn't help but smile, a very evil smile.

"The horror world seems pretty good too. No rules, no constraints, no damn old man. I can do whatever I want. Isn't that what I want?"

As he spoke, he looked somewhere and his glasses suddenly lit up.

Walking quickly towards that side, behind a piece of glass, a red latest model motorcycle sports car, Haojue, was exposed in sight.

"That's really good."

Qi Yan smashed the glass, took out the motorcycle, sat on it, and just as he was about to try the feeling, he suddenly smelled something and his eyes narrowed slightly.

After getting off the car, Qi Yan looked in one direction.

At the end of the road, there were suddenly bursts of muffled sounds, which sounded like footsteps, and the pebbles on the roadside were shaking slightly.

Thick black fog was everywhere, and in the haze, something seemed to appear.

"Is there a big guy here?"

Qi Yan muttered, but didn't care. He pulled out a dagger from his back and stared at the darkness in front of him.

"What are you looking at?"

A hoarse and sharp sound, as if the voice was completely torn apart, rang in the ears.

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed slightly.

A tall black shadow appeared behind him at some point, like a small giant. His skin was patched and covered with needle and thread. Densely packed insects crawled out of the split skin. The foul ghost aura was like methane, suffocating and dangerous.

On Zhengfang's head, a pair of eyes stared calmly at Qi Yan, whose height was only up to his hips.

Qi Yan's eyes moved slightly, glancing at the huge monster behind him.

The tall black shadow stared at him and was about to speak when Qi Yan suddenly spoke, jumped up, and stabbed the dagger in his hand fiercely at his forehead.

Although the dagger was small, it could unleash a terrifying ghost power that could overturn a small truck.

Bang!!

However, the tall black shadow raised his hand and crushed the attack directly, punching Qi Yan on the head.

With a dull thud, Qi Yan's entire body slammed heavily onto the ground, leaving a small dent in the ground instantly.

Although Qi Yan's body became extremely tough because of the contracted ghost, his skull was still cracked and blood spurted out from his mouth, nose, eyes, ears and other orifices!

The body below the head was shattered and bloody.

One punch, Qi Yan was bloody and bloody, I couldn't bear to watch

Disbelief was revealed in his trembling pupils.

The tall black figure remained calm, muttering, "A vulnerable fly."

After saying that, he stepped forward and walked forward.

Inside the pit, Qi Yan's body was pulling out frantically.

The shattered flesh and blood was repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This punch seemed to excite the contracted ghost in his body. It was like another personality, filling Qi Yan's brain and making continuous noises.

"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of?"

"You are immortal. After being beaten by a woman, you are now beaten by a big guy?"

"Stand up, my ghost power is endless, no one can kill you!"

"As long as you are not afraid of death, no one can be your opponent. You are the master!"

"Stand up and twist it off! Open its head, hollow out the inside, throw it on the ground, and crush it with your feet!"

The crazy voice made Qi Yan very angry.

His eyes were bloodshot and he became extremely bloodthirsty.

He stood up little by little, and all the injuries on his body disappeared, transformed into ghost power, like an active volcano, which could not be contained in his body.

"mouse?"

"Are you talking about you?"

boom.

The tall black shadow stopped, listened to the sound, turned around and looked at Qi Yan, who was full of murderous intent and bloodshot eyes. At this moment, the latter was like a madman who was crazy about killing.

The tall black figure had an indifferent expression and uttered hoarsely, "Torturing a ghost? No wonder."

Qi Yan's face was distorted in an exaggerated manner, and his bright red tongue licked the blade: "I'm so angry right now, I'm so lucky to have you bump into me."

"Have you ever experienced the feeling of having flesh cut into pieces and bones crushed one by one? You will know it soon."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. Qi Yan rushed forward with a crazy smile, and the dagger instantly stabbed in front of the tall black shadow...

…

Three minutes later.

Qi Yan was lying in the deepest of the sunken potholes, his body covered in mud, shattered beyond recognition, and the madness on his face had disappeared.

Even half of its head was broken off, leaving only one eye intact.

All that's left is disbelief and deep fear.

No match at all!

Complete crush!

There were some scratches on the tall black shadow's body, but to him, it was like a scratch and had no effect at all.

"Not dead yet?"

The Gu ghost stretched out his hand, pinched Qi Yan's head with one hand, and raised it in front of him.

Facing the opponent again, Qi Yan's mind still echoed with the crazy voice of the torturer: "What are you afraid of! Kill him mercilessly. As long as you make good use of my ability, everyone else is an ant!"

Qi Yan couldn't listen at all. Fear kept pulling out the psychological shadows deep in his heart. At this moment, he only thought about how to escape.

The Gu ghost opened its mouth and countless cockroaches and insects crawled out of it.

Qi Yan couldn't hold on any longer and begged for mercy: "No...no, let me go, I don't want to die!"