Chapter 68 Single Fight

People who raise shikigoshi must use their own flesh and blood to breed them. Even if the main body is seriously injured, it can absorb the energy of others to replenish it. However, if the shikighost is seriously injured, then their crazy and greedy will turn the owner back in an instant. It sucks so much that the soul cannot be left behind!

The stocky man gritted his teeth stoically, rolled on the ground a few times, dodged the bullets fired by the angry members of the Ghost Society, and once again broke the neck of one person. He was about to pounce on the next one. The target, but his body suddenly stiffened, he stopped his forward attack and rolled out to the side!

A burly figure that suffocated him didn't know when he stood up! He simply stood there, folding his hands on his chest, looking at him contemptuously.

The burly figure suddenly stretched out a finger on his right hand, and the short man subconsciously shrank his body. Unexpectedly, the burly figure did not want to make a move at all, but said calmly:

"One minute, if you can survive one minute, I will spare your life."

The two remaining members of the Ghost Society were obviously stunned. They also knew that if they continued to fight, they would definitely die. Naturally, they felt a little more grateful to the big man who came out behind.

As if to verify Hu Huahao's words, the two agile assassins who majored in thrusting who jumped out earlier killed seven or eight gunmen, were injured one after another, and finally died tragically in the aftermath of the continuous covering fire from the members of the Ghost Society. The gunman was lucky enough to escape by jumping into the river next to him. The remaining ten or so members of the Ghost Club took that place

The abandoned building was surrounded, but no one dared to enter, obviously because they were still frightened by the two previous terrifying spells.

At this time, a faint blue-white light kept shining in the abandoned building. It seemed that the people inside were performing some kind of magic. At almost the same moment, Fang Lin rushed to the ruins and blocked the ruins. The escape path of a famous psychic! At the same time, he yelled and cursed at the group of indecisive members of the Ghost Club:

"What are you doing, do you want to betray the Lord's trust?"

The group of people couldn't figure out his depth for a while, and the man in the dark black suit at the head didn't dare to talk back. He first bowed at a ninety-degree angle, and then said doubtfully:

"Your Excellency?"

Fang Lin didn't even look at him, his face was cold and he looked up to the sky with arrogance and said:

"I'm going in now to conquer this ghost inside! Do you dare to stop me?"

The people around him all bent down and bowed deeply. The young man in front of them was obviously a high-status exorcist. In Nara, the religious and cultural capital of Japan, this profession was definitely not something they could afford.

Before stepping into the abandoned building, Fang Lin glanced at the road with concern. Even though he was nearly thirty meters away, he could clearly see the short, strong man stretching out his hands to grab Hu Huahao, who was as calm as a mountain. With both feet, he wanted to repeat his old tricks, but this time, his perfect throwing skills failed!

This principle is very simple and can be explained in two words:

strength.

The judgment of all wrestling techniques is based on the difference in strength between the two parties. If the strength of the shooter is much higher than that of the person being thrown, then the success rate is 100%. If the strength of both parties is similar, it depends on the wrestling technique used. Based on one's own level, if the strength of the person being thrown is greater than that of the shooter, then the grab judgment will fail and the shooter will suffer considerable stiffness!

If Hu Huahao's strength at this time is taken into account the bonus from the OF contract, even without using the skills that come with the gloves, it is still as high as over 50 points. This short and stocky man only has a strength of just over 30. When he was grabbed, he was immediately covered all over. The strength reacted, and he began to tremble like chaff, appearing in a state of paralysis.

There was a loud noise in the distance, Hu Huahao sneered, grabbed the man directly, and threw him into the car next to him lightly! With a "pop" sound, an obvious dented human figure appeared on the hood of the car, and the windshield was shattered!

The short, strong man was injured but survived.

He jumped up from the car with an angry roar, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward and stampeded madly towards the car. He stretched out his hands, and it looked like he was going to grab Hu Huahao's shoulders. He wanted to smash this damn guy in front of him like a piece of paper. Tear apart!

But Hu Huahao suddenly put his knee on the trunk of the car! The black RV was immediately pushed more than one meter away!

The short and strong man was also unsteady on his feet. He was swaying here and there, but he still wanted to rush forward. Hu Huahao's big hands came out like lightning, grabbed his feet, and directly knocked him down to the hard ground. !

Treat others the same way they treat you!

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"Hey...Damba is dead too."

This voice came from the deep darkness, as if it had gone through countless twists and turns, and it was doubly mysterious and gloomy. Fang Lin, who slowly walked into the ruined building, smiled without caring at all:

"Now that we have entered this place, of course we must be ready to kill or be killed at any time. What do you call senior?"

The man obviously didn't expect Fang Lin to say this. He was stunned for a long time before saying coldly:

"Call me old ghost."

Fang Lin suddenly showed an evil smile on his face:

"Very good, old ghost. Should you come up, or should I go down?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped down to the ruined basement below! At this time, he had suddenly pulled out the strange-shaped pistol. With the faint silver light of the gun, he could vaguely see an old man with wrinkles huddled in the corner. His expression seemed very sad, but his head was surprisingly bright, with blue blood vessels protruding one by one.

Before Fang Lin's feet landed on the ground, he saw the old ghost pointing his hand, and a strange black shadow rushed out from the void. The black shadow flew at an amazing speed, and it could be vaguely seen baring its teeth. It was a skull phantom whose skin and flesh had not yet been corroded!

"What is this?" Fang Lin took a deep breath and rushed to the side. He saw that he had dodged it, but he didn't expect that the skull phantom was circling in the air, and it actually followed him diagonally and bit his arm!

Suddenly, a chill spread all over Fang Lin's body. He screamed and lost control of his body. His body froze in place, and he couldn't even move a finger! (Hehe, Death Coil Poor Man's Edition, SS friends of WOW should be quite familiar with it.)

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