Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

The few people in front of him are not powerful characters. Although Ruddock's razor is extremely accurate, hand-to-hand combat is his weakness; Paco is very fast, but his strength is to collect information, and he has no killer skills; Fan Fat is the tallest and strongest one in the group, and he is useless except for his explosive power; Lao Dai is proficient in the art of the ancient Indian wasteland, but his living habits are too delicate and he has been an inspector, so that he cannot devote himself to fighting like a front-line officer, but he is very suitable as a military advisor; as for Ebisio, he is the shortest in the crowd and has a wide range of knowledge of all kinds of crooked ways, but he is a cadre, mainly responsible for overall arrangements and command personnel, and this time he came purely to enjoy the mountains and rivers, and is not good at engaging in battle.

As for me, I have the worst overall strength, I have no skills, I have no professional training, and I lack experience in combat, except for being more resistant, I can be called the weakest of the six. However, I have a unique advantage over them, that is, I am very young and good at analyzing the situation and the pros and cons. At this moment, watching Soul Scythe and Lao Dai and the others rubbing their hands, waiting for the time to come, I couldn't help but rehearse what might happen next in my mind.

Because of the extremely difficult thing to deal with, the victim is like being kidnapped by a kidnapper, unable to communicate, unable to make eye contact, unable to use notes, and unable to even reach a tacit understanding with telecommunications, and is held hostage everywhere. Then if you want to understand each other's dynamics, you can only guess through body language.

Old Dai and the short man are in front of the study, as the main force of the first wave of impact, the two of them will use all means to catch the old money in the house, and Ruddock's razor is behind them, holding a water spray gun in his hand, which means that after the two of them fail to restrain them, he will spray out all the thick liquid in the gun, which will play a follow-up delaying effect, so as to provide an opportunity for Paco who is hiding in the side corner. However, I don't know why the Mexican wears gloves and why he wears a poncho, but I think it must have been some kind of support.

As for Fan Fat, he was dancing like Holyfield, holding his arms to do warm-up exercises, presumably waiting for the four people in front of him to fail, and then to hold Lao Qian firmly and give them a chance. What should I do with the rest of me? On the contrary, I am the most unclear, and I can only play on the spot and act when I see the opportunity.

The time for the two grimaces to appear is no more than ten seconds, and then Lao Qian will go to the corner of the study to brush his teeth and wash his face, and another fifty seconds will pass, so the real time is actually within sixty seconds after zero one minute. The first round of raids will end in five seconds, followed by the second round of entanglement, which will take about ten seconds, and if the detective and soul sickle can't recover, then Fan Pang and I will have to seek the initiative and pounce. At this point, it should take shape in half a minute, and then the next ten seconds of six people will control it, for a total of no more than forty seconds, and the real winner will be decided in between.

This kid used to look like a promise and thought about it every time a fierce battle broke out, but I was the opposite, decisive in killing, without a trace of hesitation, and the creed was that the opportunity was fleeting, and only fast and unbroken. Because of this, at the beginning of the Luku Ancient Yin Mansion, I was far ahead of him, acting as the main force in the main force, whether I was in actual combat experience or on-site reaction, I left him a few streets away, and now what am I hesitating about?

Over time, I realized that it was because of Dixie that once people had concerns, they no longer dared to fight and kill, and even avoided danger. Lin Rui, who wants to come to the past, is probably because of this.

"It would be nice if we could switch to the pair of Straw Monk and Miss Lukugu. Fan Pang gave me an elbow and said with a smile: "People who love each other will throw their heads and spill blood for each other, even if they are unrequited, they are willing to die calmly, but unfortunately you and I don't have this kind of foundation." "

"Shut up, drugged fat man, don't you know that you can't mention any bad words before you act?" Eupicio glared at him fiercely and shouted, "Don't think about anything, let the body be judged by the consciousness, and that's it!"

When the last square of the second hand pointed to zero and all the lamps began to bubble, the night caretaker hurriedly led the dog and cat to the courtyard, and the animals barked wildly. In the room, all the self-provided lighting equipment was turned on, and there was a dull "buzzing" sound, which attracted many elderly residents in the vicinity to probe their brains, and some even pushed open the door to see, and the decisive battle began.

Two grimaces appeared in the two rooms opposite Xiaojie's bedroom, and ten seconds later, the lights turned on again and returned to normal. There was a slight sound of the movement and the tendons of the wood chips in everyone's ears, and when they looked down, they saw that the twist of the study that had been locked upside down was slowly turning, only to see that it was 360 degrees clockwise and then 180 degrees counterclockwise, making a deadbolt snapping sound, and the detective pointed at it and was about to say something, the door lock and the whole piece of the surrounding door rushed towards the human face, and it was as fast as lightning! Eulbisio had already seen it in his eyes, and hurriedly pushed Lao Dai to avoid its edge. At the same time, the door bolt seemed to be slammed by a giant hammer, out of the frame and thrown away, and the whole door was kicked out by a strange force, Fan Pang and I hurriedly guarded our heads with both hands, rushed forward, and shortened the distance to resist it, still in the broken wood, was violently pushed out, and smashed straight into the opposite corner.

A dark gray withered figure immediately jumped out, and the pitch-black claws smashed into the soul sickle. Only then did he pull his hand out of his trouser pocket, and then a large piece of brightly colored strange beads scattered on his face. This is not a yin cut, nor a loose object, not a wolf bite, but a kind of never-before-seen thing, when it hits the forehead of the old money, you will hear the "poof" sound, the red beads explode instantly, it is actually a large palm-like flower, and suddenly a pungent demon fragrance creeps out, making people feel as if falling into the woman's bath!

An indescribable obsession appeared on Old Money's grimace, and the detective burst into applause, not moving at all, but definitely moving. Why? Because I felt some kind of ethereal spirit burst out of this creature's back, heading straight for the skeletal humanoid's chest. Only then did Lao Qian realize from his confusion, and fell to the ground like a toad to dodge, and this vague thing slammed into the wall, leaving a gray human figure in an instant. However, this void thing did not sound only once like a salute, and while smashing out the outline, it pounced on Lao Qian like a shadow, and suddenly exploded like a rotten egg, dyeing half of his body black.

With a high, swaying groll from his razor's mouth, Raddock hurried forward, and squirted out all the thick liquid in the lumen with the water spray gun, and as soon as this soap bubble was contaminated with old money, it immediately poured out countless amounts of black oil from the folded and drooping skin. The situation is like pouring hydrogen peroxide into a purulent wound, in short, it oppresses out the accumulated poison in the body.

Lao Qian saw that there were five people in front of him, and it was difficult to break through for a while, so he turned his head and pounced on Paco on the other side. The Mexican said hello and hurriedly lifted the poncho, revealing the upper body that had been covered. For some reason, he had a huge piece of dough tied to his body, and when he saw the skeleton figure coming, he straightened his chest and rushed towards it. Old Qian was extremely disgusted with this piece of dough, and suddenly jumped up to the beams of the house, opened his mouth wide, and spewed out a filth like a vomiting old man, and the smell was incomparable, and immediately covered the fragrance of Ebizio's flowers, and people were dizzy from it, even if they were far away.

"Corpse stench!" the Paco man was right in front of him, and he was drenched in the cold by this sudden rotten water, how could it be good, his eyes rolled and he couldn't hold his balance, he climbed out of the corridor fence, and plunged headlong. But before it could fall out, the Mexican tried his best to cover it with his poncho, and in one fell straight way, the old money fell off the beam with his whole body covered. He rolled to the ground and began to thump left and right, trying to free himself, but he couldn't get out. That's because on the back of the poncho was a black hinged fishing net, something that had been worn over the cloaks of St. Vitales, something like a ghostly tether.

With a thud, Paco fell to the ground floor without hesitation, into the couch and art carpet that had been set up in advance. I saw the porch door wide open, and it was facing the open bedroom of Krys and the painter, and I pushed Fan Fat out of the way, jumped over the fence, and jumped into it at an angle. The old man, who was trapped by the poncho, was so angry that he roared and crawled on the ground, trying to grab people's legs and trip them down. The detective let out a cold sweat, and hurriedly slashed out the fallen soul in his hand, and at the same time quickly retreated, grabbed the dead fat man's collar, and scolded angrily. Without waiting for him to come to his senses, he kicked it in front of the thing.

I know Lao Dai's intentions, he wants to rely on Fan Fat's mortar to hold the crazy old money hostage, even if it doesn't help, he can block it and readjust the space for himself. It's strange that the dead fat man who has done bad things in the past doesn't work this time, he doesn't react at all, but rolls into a ball with the poncho. Hearing the crisp sound of broken bones and tendons in the scuffle, the soul sickle hurriedly shouted to stop, the other party is a tortured patient, how can he withstand such a fight, even if the evil spirit is really exorcized, the person will be crippled, who will settle this account at that time?

Fan Pang was full of excitement, and then he let go of a few side rolls and rolled to my side, panting. Taking advantage of the weight on its body to loosen its weight, the thing straightened up in an extremely distorted posture, slammed its waist to a ninety-degree right angle, took off the poncho with its head in both hands, and kicked the soul scythe temple in a series of kicks. Only a "bang" was heard, and Eupicio was broken into a fog like a cloud of dust.

This strange scene, even Lao Qian himself felt weird, it was stunned on the spot, couldn't help but look at its own claws and withered legs, the expression that appeared on the grimace seemed to say, this can't be, right? Am I so powerful? It was too late and that was fast, just when it was confused, a black shadow pulled up from the ground behind it, and struck out seven palms on the back of the murderous creature with lightning speed, but it was another soul sickle!

"Sleeping Moon Mirror Prism!" I blurted out in shock, "This is a trick of the deer!"

In the past, Eupicio was forced to sign a sheepskin blood spot with forget-me-not in front of the Shura Pine, and he promised to leave the ghoul queen at his disposal. And when he interrogated Miriya before, he stole the other party's tricks, and showed them in front of everyone, abolishing the old demon's four floating mines. At that time, forget-me-not stared at the round eyes, shouting How can you know how to do it, but a fierce light flashed in the short man's eyes, and the sneer was full of murderous aura, as if he was saying that he was really going back to the lair with you, and it was unknown who could kill whom!

And now yesterday was the case, and he used this stolen method again, and with a false move, he jumped out behind the murderous thing, embedded seven beads the size of pigeon eggs in his back, and then shouted where the razor was. Only then did I realize that Ruddock, who had been standing, had rushed downstairs at some point, untied the ball of batter from Parker's body and threw it up. I reached out and took it at the shout, and hurried forward.

Old Qian's big mouth was stretched open by an invisible strange force, and a piece of tooth-yellow smoke broke out, and when this mass of things was a fist away from the batter, it turned into pieces and splashed on the ground. At the same time, the dough also looks like it has been fried, instantly blackened and burnt, and quickly hardened. Immediately after, another cloud of earthy red smoke blew through the holes of Lao Qian's ears and nose, made a bend in front of me, and went straight around.

The detective was about to come to his aid, but he hurriedly looked sideways at the other end of the corridor and shouted loudly. The real purpose of this old man's breaking out of the door was not to find us to practice, but to seek an opportunity to break into the neighboring room and attack the painter. If it is a six-winged earth evil, it is not afraid of entanglement with people, no matter how fierce the hot war is, it is the host body that is taking the place of sin. It's just that this thing can't be easily moved like a demon soul, and only the parasitic person can be released when the parasitic person dies completely. Then, even if the dough works, only one of them will be destroyed at the moment, and the other one is afraid that seeing that Lao Qian is not far from death, he is planning to fight the street painter.

Just because the portraitist is recording his true appearance, he must hide all his information and prevent others from tracing the whereabouts of the bones, only in this way can he continue to live in this form of a giant demon and live freely! When I understand this, I thought that this is not a good thing? At least the old money is freed, and once it is transferred to the painter, it can be delayed for a long time, which can provide us with enough time to dig into the roots. Unexpectedly, this naïve idea was soon proven to be a big mistake a few days later.

"Yes, I've considered these factors, and I've got a mirror light in my bedroom to dispel all darkness. Seeing this, Eupaceo also panicked a little, and said to himself: "How is this possible? I have already used a slash to catch all its veins!".

"Have you forgotten what state he was in when he saw the patient the first day? Is the study covered with curtains?" said Lao Dai, who was in a sweat, "Can the UV tube be stronger than the natural light on a sunny day?

I didn't know what I was supposed to do, trying to drive out the velvety curtain to chase the smoke. And Fan Pang opened his arms like a goalkeeper, trying to stop its way. Just then, Krys came out of the house, his face like the earth pointing in a certain direction, trying to tell us something. The smoke quickly stared at her, and he made a false move in front of the fat man, hit his crotch and bypassed, and went straight to her!

"me in, what are you running blindly!" I was so anxious that I crossed Fan Fat as a saddle horse, and as soon as my feet touched the ground, I ran into the thick corpse oil spread in the corridor, and I couldn't hold my balance and slid out eight feet away, crossed Krys and hit the railing, and immediately broke two of them, and most of my body was already suspended in the air. When I turned my face in horror to look, I saw a strange scene.

Fan Fat and Eupaceo were moved a few feet away by an invisible force, and they were rolling with the detective, Ruddock and others, and the earthy red mist was like an invisible vacuum cleaner swallowed by Krys after it swooped into Krys's three meters, and disappeared into the air for no reason.

At the same moment, in front of the door of the room, as if a hanging mirror had been opened, the red mist had just appeared, and together with the wave of air, it was torn to pieces, shattering all the fragile objects around it, such as glass, vases, and tea sets, and overturning the chairs all over the floor, as if it had been hit by a Category 7 hurricane. Krys groaned, and fell to the ground unconscious!

"Who did this?" The detective stared at the round eyes, crawled in front of the fainting old Qian to check, and saw that the gray qi on his body dissipated, and his skin gradually returned to blood, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and held the soul sickle on the shoulder and asked, "What did you do?" When was that dark thunder planted?".

"I didn't do anything, it's not some dark thunder, it's called a vacuum blood explosion! The people who did it didn't feel us, they didn't even know us, and they had already reacted before they realized it was happening. He pointed to me, who was slowly getting up, and said, "She's afraid that this kid will die! "

After more than ten seconds, the door was pushed open, and Mrs. Qian and her three children couldn't put their minds at ease, and finally rushed home in a hurry to see how Lao Qian was doing. When I saw that the house had been so scourged that it had become a riot scene, and it was not enough to restore the state without renovating, and I was waiting to gather momentum and quarrel with us, I heard a call from the corner of the second floor, which was old money.

"I'm much more comfortable, help me up. "

Lao Dai got up, shook off the wood chips all over his body, stretched out his hand to him, signaled Ruddock and Fan Fat not to be idle, and immediately carried the person back to his bedroom, saying: "The first feeling of rebirth is fear, and this body must be protected from invasion. It's amazing that even before we realize it, we start to fear that we are going to lose it. Happy birthday and good luck with your return. "

After placing the dying old money on the large fluffy bed in the bedroom, they immediately called the ambulance for the first time, and listened to the evening caretaker's description of what had just happened, and still looked at us suspiciously, until he cried out that he was hungry in the house, and then he was busy. The detective took out a part of the menu that had been prepared and brought it to the housewife, asking her to stew some thick soup for her husband as listed above.