The spiritual realm, the sea of ​​fear.

A big house was about to swallow up another big house, and this move attracted a group of small houses and tiny houses to watch.

As for the spiritual beings without houses, there are even more of them.

“Some days it’s not so lively.”

"Yes, you see that house is so beautiful. But no matter how beautiful it is, it is useless. No one has ever escaped the Wesson family's target."

"Not necessarily. This house even surpasses the Wesson family's haunted house in terms of details, which means the owner of this house is not a simple person."

"You mean to say that the Wesson family will fail?"

“That’s a possibility.”

"That's totally impossible. I don't believe it anyway. The Wesson family has never failed. Anyone they target will either die or be forced to join the family."

"Just watch. No matter who wins or loses, it makes no difference to us. We can just treat it as a show."

“That makes sense!”

Snap!

The window glass was broken and the glass fragments were scattered all over the floor.

Lin Mo couldn't bear to watch this any longer.

Got to fight back.

At this time, 418 grabbed Lin Mo's trouser leg.

"Don't go. I've heard of the Wesson family. No one can match them. Don't be fooled by the fact that their house doesn't look big. Don't be fooled by the fact that there are only a few figures at the door and the window. In fact, there are a huge number of spirits hidden in the house. There must be at least 800 if not 1,000..."

When Lin Mo heard this, he said that this was a bit too exaggerated.

Although the house has two floors, it is impossible for eight hundred people to be crammed in.

"Really? All the spirits of the Sea of ​​Fear know about it. Even though I haven't been a member for long, I have heard about it. The Wisen family is one of the top spirits in the Sea of ​​Fear. You can't be their opponent. Take my advice and run."

418 looked sincere.

In fact, it was afraid that Lin Mo would go there and die, and no one would help it pull out the dagger.

"Run?" Lin Mo asked with a serious face.

"Yes, run."

"What about my house?"

"It's already this late. The most important thing is to save yourself. This house has been targeted by the Wesson family. It can't be saved. Give up."

"No, this house has a special meaning to me."

Lin Mo waved his hand.

"Why are you so stubborn? It's not worth losing your life for this house!"

"No matter if it's worth it or not, I've made up my mind. I won't give them my house or my life!"

“…”

418 probably couldn't help much. At this time, Lin Mo sensed something and turned his head to see that the person who had been standing at the door of the Wesson Haunted House had stood at the door of the cozy cottage without knowing when.

Danger is looming.

Lin Mo pointed without saying anything.

The noose he had made with the thread of his mental power floated over, instantly wrapped around the other person's head and lifted it up.

The figure was directly hung up.

At the same time, more ghosts walked out of the mouth of the haunted house opposite and entered the house.

Not only that, at this moment, strange blood and flesh were seeping in from the cracks in the roof and floor, and a bad smell was coming out, making people frown.

But soon Lin Mo discovered that the flesh and blood were actually invisible spiritual power that others could not see.

Even if they are both spiritual beings, some mental powers are invisible.

Unless someone like Lin Mo has already mastered some skills of using mental power and has practiced them.

You can smell the smell though.

At this moment, the passengers in the room were all terrified. They huddled in the corner, watching everything in horror.

"Old White, do it!"

The other side has more people and more power, and Lin Mo cannot do it alone, so he naturally needs Lao Bai's help.

After receiving the order, Lao Bai immediately pounced on it.

But it only killed two figures who accidentally violated its taboo.

The other figures were obviously much smarter. They seemed to have noticed Lao Bai's attack method. From that moment on, no figure turned his head again.

This time, Old White was having a hard time performing.

Fortunately, Lin Mo immediately rushed forward with a knife.

Fighting with those figures.

Relying on his sharp sickle and rich experience, Lin Mo quickly killed all the figures who invaded the hut.

It was considered a victory in the first battle.

But soon, more figures walked into the cabin.

Lin Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He is a little tired.

This is not a nightmare world.

Even the sickle in his hand was not the original tiger bone sickle.

Without the enhancement of the curse, how strong your physical strength and power are depends entirely on the strength of your mental power.

Lin Mo had already depleted most of his mental strength from previous practice, and before he could even recover from the battle, he had to start another fierce battle. It would be strange if he wasn't tired.

But he couldn't just stand by and watch.

Just as he himself said, this cabin has a special meaning to him.

With the cottage, he can still recall some of the past. If there is no cottage, Lin Mo is afraid that one day he will forget what has happened and the people he has met.

He tried to communicate with the Wesson family.

Shouting.

However, there was no feedback from this communication. The other party seemed determined to invade and there was no room for negotiation. Of course, this confidence and arrogance was based on strength.

The Wesson family was determined that they would win.

That's why I never thought about communication and negotiation.

Lin Mo had no choice but to continue.

He hadn't finished off the second group of figures when the third group came in.

Moreover, the cozy cottage had been bitten out of shape.

The house was also a mess.

It seemed like it would collapse soon.

At this time, something happened that touched Lin Mo.

The passengers who were originally hiding in the room suddenly rushed out together and fought against the invaders together with Lin Mo.

This time Lin Mo had the advantage in terms of numbers.

The second and third waves of invaders were also killed.

The dead spirit immediately turned into a ball of corrosive liquid. Soon, the room was full of signs of corrosion, and it could be said to be riddled with holes.

Lin Mo sighed when he saw this.

He was glad that the passengers could help him, but in the fight just now, several passengers were eaten by the Wesson family.

After being devoured, the passengers cannot be resurrected.

Truly dead.

This was like a very brutal positional attack and defense battle. Lin Mo was on the defensive side, while the spirits of the Wessen family were on the offensive side.

If this continues, it will just be a matter of who will give up first.

Lin Mo felt that if there really were eight hundred spirits in the haunted house of the Wisen family, he would definitely not be able to outlast them.

In other words, we are bound to lose this offensive and defensive battle.

You have to think of a solution in advance.

Do I really have to abandon the house and run away?

Lin Mo knew that if it really came to that, he would have no other choice.

At this moment, Lin Mo thought of something.

NZT-47!

This drug can greatly enhance the user's mental strength in a short period of time.

Lin Mo felt that now was the time to use only this medicine.

If taking drugs doesn't work, then you can only give up.

He first returned to the nightmare world, without any hesitation, took out the only bottle of NZT-47 in his hand, and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

The feeling at that moment was like running to a small stall under the shade of a tree on the roadside on a scorching afternoon, ordering a bottle of iced soda, and drinking it in one gulp.

Just one word.

Cool! The original fatigue was swept away at this moment. When he entered the spiritual realm again, Lin Mo found that half of the cozy cottage had been bitten off by the haunted house opposite.

In the living room, which was only half occupied, more and more spirits came out of the haunted house. On Lin Mo's side, except for himself, there were less than half of the passengers left.

It can be said that the casualties were heavy.

Lin Mo moved his wrist and this time he planned to take the initiative.

Enter the haunted house and get to the bottom of it.

Isn’t it said that the best defense is offense? Lin Mo is going to counterattack this time.

But at this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar laughter came from the ceiling of the corridor behind him.

Lin Mo was stunned and turned his head to look over in disbelief.

He saw a familiar figure.

She jumped down from the ceiling with graceful and agile movements. She was tall but had a paper bag on her head with a smiley face on it.

Lin Mo looked at the other person, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"You kid, we haven't been away for long and you've already messed up the house like this. Mom is very angry. Little Romi, let's talk about it after we get rid of these cockroaches!"

At this moment, a voice came from the kitchen, and then a mature woman wearing a skirt and a paper bag came out holding a cooking knife.

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