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Chapter 375 Missionary: Impossible, Absolutely Impossible!!

In a short period of time, the Butcher and the Cowboy, two very powerful ghost riders.

All die!

"What is this?" The missionary was completely dumbfounded.

Although the battles between ghost riders can often be decided in a very short time, even in the case of black box intelligence, whoever takes the initiative will win.

But ma**f**k that's too fast!
He held the communicator in his hand, his fingers trembling as he pressed the button repeatedly.

Originally, the mission was just to capture the Grim Reaper, but unexpectedly, when the Grim Reaper appeared and caused a death catastrophe, he discovered a group of strange ghost riders.

The missionary's cautious instinct prevented him from charging forward immediately, but instead he retreated and observed for the time being.

When he discovered that this group of "ghost riders" were trapped in the death curse of the god of death.

He took advantage of the situation and used them to consume the God of Death, while also using the God of Death to test them.

When they were heading to Ravenfield City, they released Mary Shaw, a ghost rider who died when a ghost resurrected, to test them.

The missionaries soon came to a conclusion.

This group of people just have some peculiar abilities and are in exceptionally good condition, but none of them are ghost riders from the ghost realm. Some of them are even just ordinary people.

Despite this, the missionary carefully informed the two kings, the Butcher and the Cowboy, and arranged three teams of ghost riders for support.

The captain of each team is a strong man who can handle A-level incidents alone and can control at least two evil spirits.

But he has been calling for help until now, but no support has arrived.

After seeing Simon beaten into pieces in an instant, he was so scared that he almost ran away in the ghost town.

These people are definitely not ghost riders.

Not only does he not have any supernatural aura, but that power is more like the magic in superhero comics!

Besides, how could there be a ghost rider who could beat two kings into pieces in just one encounter?

He must be an alien or a magician from another world disguised as an earthling!

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The missionary felt that he had not felt his heart pounding like this since he became a ghost rider.

Even in the King's organization, Simon is a strong man who ranks among the top.

Although the butcher does not control any special evil spirits, he has more than a dozen ghosts on his body and his power is very strong.

And that kitchen knife is powerful enough to cut through any supernatural object.

But the demon was captured with just one hand.

Just when he was planning to use the ghost realm to escape.

"Mr. Missionary, what are you watching here?"

who!
The missionary turned around suddenly, and at the same time, supernatural suppression and the law of death covered the man behind him.

The supernatural suppression failed, but the law of death was hit, but there was no one behind him.

"Ahem." The voice continued to sound behind him.

"What's the killing pattern? Why didn't you dodge even though I teleported?"

The missionary turned around again and saw a three-eyed oriental man appear behind him.

After the missionary turned his head, the man's face darkened slightly and he continued to cough up two mouthfuls of black blood, but he seemed not to care.

"So if you turn back you will die?" Zhuang Boshi touched the blood in his mouth and nose.

He looked at the missionary and a kind smile appeared on his face.

The missionary took a step back. How was it possible that after two consecutive fatal events, he only spit out two mouthfuls of blood?

He quickly flipped through the Bible in his hand, and the figure of a man became increasingly clear.

It looks like the man in front of me.

But the next moment, whoosh!
The entire arm flew into the sky, along with the dark Bible, all wrapped in blazing flames.

The arm burned up instantly.

But the book was not damaged, instead the pages kept turning in the firelight.

The supernatural power is still spreading.

The image of the man on the page was completely clear. Soon, a flash of blood appeared on the man's neck, and the man's head on the book fell off.

In reality, a blood mark also appeared on Zhuang Boshi's neck.

The book in the hands of the missionary can transfer damage in both directions.

In theory, whatever injuries the people in the book suffer, they will also suffer corresponding injuries in reality.

But the bloodstains on Zhuang Boshi's neck disappeared instantly. Thanks to his fourth-level self-healing ability and reversal technique, the loss of his head was not a fatal injury.

Even the wound on his neck had a strange force that prevented him from repairing it.

But with meticulous control, it is not difficult to dispel this spiritual power.

Besides, even if his head really fell off, he wouldn't die if he held it with one hand.

"What?!" the missionary was shocked.

Even the most powerful ghost rider would not be able to recover instantly from the replacement curse of his dark Bible.

He kept pressing the communicator, but no one answered.

"Mr. Missionary, that supernatural attack just now was very interesting. Why don't you try it again?" Zhuang Boshi said with a smile.

"And you're the only one left, why don't you run away?"

"What are you waiting for? Could it be those three ghost control teams?"

"Sorry, I was on the road just now and took care of them."

As soon as Zhan Lan asked for help, Zhuang Boshi rushed back, but he didn't expect that all his brothers had fallen into the ghost realm.

There happened to be several King's teams waiting outside.

It only took Zhuang Boshi a few seconds to send them off.

Although he couldn't kill the evil ghosts, he didn't become an alien ghost rider, so he killed as many as he could.

As for this ghost domain, although it is quite strong, it can interfere with his teleportation mark.

But as long as he uses his divine eyes to see the markings within the ghost realm, he can teleport in.

Seeing the death of two teammates and no external support, the evil spirits of the butcher and the cowboy have revived and are harassing the huge golden demon man.

The missionary's face looked as ferocious as a ghost.

"I am going to kill you!!"

Although he made harsh words, he didn't want to fight to the death at all.

There is only one word in my heart, RUN!

The old Bible turned silently, and the illustrations on the pages flashed by.

These illustrations depict terrifying figures, some of which are rotten, some have mutilated bodies, and some have lost their faces. They are all ghosts that are sealed inside.

But Zhuang Boshi will not wait there for the enemy to use his ultimate move.

In an instant, a heat like burning sun came from nowhere.

The missionary's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

His body trembled violently, and before he could react, flames shot up into the sky before his eyes.

The spear, shining with dazzling golden light, was accompanied by a series of explosions, as if it was a ray of sunlight plucked from the scorching sun, tearing through the air and falling straight down.

The next moment, the golden spear tip accurately pierced the missionary's chest, exploding his upper body, and dirty blood gushed out instantly.

The moment the tip of the gun penetrated and touched the ground, all the sand and gravel within a radius of hundreds of meters were vaporized.

The blood splattered from the missionary's lower body evaporated into scarlet mist before it hit the ground just before it came into contact with the burning ripples.

One shot fired, and only half remained.

The lower half of his body, which was standing in place, staggered and fell to the ground.

Missionary, dead!

Zhuang Boshi was quite surprised. He didn't expect that it would be so easy to deal with the missionary. After all, he was an important minor boss who appeared in many scenes in the original work.

Zhuang Boshi drew his spear and picked up the Dark Bible without saying a word.

He had already seen that the book was still turning silently until it stopped at a certain page.

The illustration on this page shows the missionary himself.

next moment.

The missionary in the illustration underwent a change. His upper body was covered with a shadow, and as the shadow gradually deepened, the upper body of the missionary on the page turned into blood foam.

The way he died was exactly the same as the way he died now.

This is the fatal blow that missionaries suffered in reality, but now it has been transferred to the illustrations in the book.

The missionary in the illustration becomes disabled, while the missionary in reality recovers from his injuries.

Archive.

This old book can seal all forms of supernatural power and restore injuries by losing a part of oneself.

The more this kind of supernatural power is used, the sooner or later the ghost rider's boundaries will be broken, until the consciousness of the living person is so weak that it is suppressed by the ghost's instinct and becomes a new ghost consciousness.

Rely on this pseudo-restart.

The missionary is alive again!
The next moment, the missionary opened his eyes, but what appeared before him was still the spear.

"You ghost riders always find something new to do for me." Zhuang Boshi laughed.

After death, damage can be transferred and resurrection can be achieved. Isn't this just restarting and dying in place of death?

Rather than being human beings, Ghost Riders are more like randomly assembled computers that can be easily plugged in and out or replaced with components and still run.

The missionary had no time to dodge, and the moment he opened his eyes, he was stabbed again.

This time, Zhuang Boshi swung his spear and mercilessly split him into two parts vertically.

"late!"

The missionary, who was split into two, had blood constantly oozing from his mouth and nose, but he already had an apartment key in his hand.

A door emerged from the air and enveloped him.

The next moment, a golden spear cut through the dark ghost realm.

It brushed against the missionary's body and sank into the mud.

And the missionary has disappeared on the spot.

The dark Bible that fell to the ground also disappeared.

Zhuang Boshi was a little surprised.

It was not his accident that the missionary suddenly ran away. In Mysterious Revival, there were too many people who could teleport and run away.

He doesn't have a ghost domain, so the only way to stop him is to kill him immediately.

But he was surprised that the fatal shot missed the target.

This was impossible. With his ability to see through things, this shot would definitely kill the missionary before he entered the door.

Zhuang Boshi drew his spear, but saw an ugly, motionless doll under the tip of the spear.

A surrogate doll, or some similar supernatural object.

Zhuang Boshi tutted his words, "The King's organization has quite a lot of supernatural items."

However, the scapegoat was able to influence his mass-produced artifact spear across systems.

It seems that the scapegoat is influenced by causal or temporal rules.

This is understandable, after all, the producer Meng Xiaodong is a top ghost rider who can cross the timeline and invade the past infinitely.

But being able to produce mass-produced causal death substitutes is at least double B-level in the main god space.

I don’t know if this thing will still be effective after I leave this world.

Zhuang Boshi raised his head and looked.

In the wilderness, Zheng Zha kicked the butcher away again with an annoyed look on his face.

In other words, it was a ghost that revived from the butcher's body.

While he single-handedly captured a green-eyed werewolf ghost that had been resurrected after the cowboy's death.

Invincible, absolutely invincible.

This ghost thing and humans are completely two different species.

When he was alive, Zheng Zha could smash a hundred butchers into small pancakes with one punch.

But the butcher died, and more than a dozen ghosts jumped out of his body. Zheng Zha couldn't kill them after fighting for a long time.

Although this evil ghost could not threaten Zheng Zha, the explosion, destruction and red flame burning could only knock them away or knock them down, but could not kill them.

Zhang Jie's fantasy materialization, Na'er's holy light magic, Qi Tengyi's killing curse, Wang Xia's grenade launcher, Ming Yanwei's explosive lightning arrow, and Zhan Lan's mental shock.

Everyone came up and tried it.

There is nothing we can do.

Can't be killed.

It hardly seemed like something that could be killed.

While Haotian was watching the Zhongzhou team testing their special skills, he also saw that the evil ghost was being tortured in various ways but could not die.

Shocked and frightened.

I shudder at the horror of this world.

I also have a new understanding of the strength of the Zhongzhou team.

He turned around and looked at Chu Xuan who was still eating a lollipop.

I felt even more scared invisibly.

That’s right, Chu Xuan was definitely fishing.

He must be trying to stand out with this clumsy performance.

I couldn't help but give a hint to the Zhongzhou team just now.

Maybe it has been exposed.

No, it was definitely exposed.

They might be teasing me in some way during the mind connection!

Zhuang Boshi had no idea what Haotian was doing in Dihua.

"Zero point, try again."

Lingdian endured the headache, set up the Gauss sniper rifle, and used the Founder's Magic Eye to shoot the Butcher and the Cowboy one by one, which made them fall into "silence" completely.

"Good news, Lingdian, your Founder's Magic Eye is effective." Zhuang Boshi patted Lingdian on the shoulder and used the reversal technique to repair his brain and eye nerves.

"I can only see the dead line. There is no dead point on these things." Lingdian shook his head.

Continuously using the Founder Demon Eye put a lot of pressure on him. If it weren't for Zhuang Boshi, his "nanny", he would probably lose his combat effectiveness for a long time.

"These things are just impossible to kill. At least without S-rank skills, they're very difficult to kill."

"My Samadhi True Fire can destroy their structure, but it's a bit slow."

"Theoretically, the magic cannon can instantly destroy their essence."

"So, prehistoric times are also possible?" Zheng Zha said excitedly.

"Yes."

Zhuang Boshi kicked the butcher and the cowboy to the ground, picked up two golden coffins and stuffed them in.

"Is this gold?" Cheng Xiao said, touching his chin.

"That missionary just now also used gold to imprison the god of death." Zheng Zha was puzzled and shocked: "Why can gold imprison these ghosts?"

"I'm not sure, maybe it's the underlying logic of the world." Zhuang Boshi complained.

Zhuang Boshi looked at the dozen or so evil spirits that were still wandering around and had crawled out of the Butcher and the King's team.

He walked over, punched the ghost, and stuffed him into the golden coffin.

When a ghost handler wants to imprison an evil ghost, he must first test the killing pattern, then suppress the evil ghost, and finally complete the imprisonment.

Every step is fraught with risk.

One can easily die if he has bad luck.

Even if it succeeds, every time the evil ghost's supernatural power is used, it will cause the evil ghost to revive.

Therefore, the mentality of the ghost rider always flips back and forth between caution and all-in.

But Zhuang Boshi had no worries at all. He could rely on his fourth-level body to defy the rules of killing and rely on his divine eyes to pass through the den of ghosts.

He can't kill the evil spirit, but the evil spirit can't kill him either.

Moreover, the terror level of these evil spirits is limited. If it were a ghost like the dean, you would still need to be careful.

But there is no need to worry about these evil spirits.

After a minute of punching, kicking, and roasting over the fire, Zheng Zha and he finally put all the evil spirits into the bag.

"Okay, we have cleared out all these evil spirits." Zhuang Boshi looked around with his divine eyes and found that there were no more evil spirits hiding in the den ready to attack.

The others then came out of Naer's holy realm and saw a mountain of golden coffins piled up in front of them.

"Why do I feel that this kind of terrifying ghost is worthless in this world?" Zhang Jie complained.

"If every evil spirit has the trait of being immortal, then there's nothing else we can do. I'm really sorry that we can't participate in such a high-level battlefield."

Cheng Xiao squatted on the ground and poked the ants with a branch: "Yeah, it depends on your performance."

"The evil spirits in this world are too buggy. They always come up with some kind of killing pattern or death curse. Let's stop playing with them."

The others nodded in sympathy.

Several times just now, they were targeted by evil spirits hiding in the den because of some actions.

If the two fourth-level warriors were not strong and sturdy, they might not be able to get out of this wasteland.

Ming Yanwei looked at Zhuang Boshi and asked, "Where's Yingkong, Doctor? Didn't she go with you?"

Zhuang Boshi said, "She's dealing with that mysterious place and will be back soon."

"Doctor, even you are not immune to this kind of supernatural damage?" Zhan Lan pointed at the black blood on Zhuang Boshi's body.

"I was just testing it, otherwise I would have killed the missionary long ago." Zhuang Boshi said helplessly: "The killing patterns of different evil spirits are all different regular attacks in my opinion."

"I can't adapt to 'all the evil spirits killing people' at the same time. I can only adapt to the killing patterns of each one separately."

"But fortunately, the missionary didn't hurt me next time."

"You're just going to let him go like that?" Zheng Zha looked around while leaning on his knife.

"No, I've already marked him." Zhuang Boshi was not so good-tempered.

The King's Organization has come knocking on our door.

Still enduring?

If his teammates hadn't been here, he would have followed the mark long ago.

Zhuang Boshi warned, "Zheng Zha, it's not safe here anymore. Take your companions to the city and build a golden safe house to hide in."

"Those so-called king organizations are hiding in the dark and are too dangerous. If we want to fight them, we must strike first and beat them to death."

While the King's Organization has no intelligence on them and has not yet gathered together, they will first destroy their North American branch!

Otherwise, if the King's organization cursed us remotely, he and Zheng Zha could withstand it, but others could not.

Zhuang Boshi sensed the curse beacon marked on the missionary and entered another mysterious place.

The divine eyes glowed slightly.

He saw a dilapidated old building taking shape, heard the howling of hundreds of evil spirits, and his nostrils were filled with the stench of decay and blood.

The building looked very strange, with old and peeling walls, very narrow doors and windows, cross-nailed with wooden boards, and dead ivy covering the exterior of the building.

It doesn't look like a place where people live, but rather a prison for evil spirits.

But this isn't a prison; it's an apartment building.

The door was open and seemed to be still open for business, with a flashing purple-red light at the door.

The dim light from inside shone in, and one could even vaguely see several figures swaying in the windows upstairs.

On a rotten wooden board at the door, there were several English words written in what seemed to be blood.

Haunted Apartment!

"Horror Apartment?"

Zhuang Boshi smiled and said, "I'll be back soon!"

Take one step forward.

He arrived at the door of the horror apartment.

(End of this chapter)