Chapter 47 Ghost Master
"Made, this thing is poisonous..."
Ling Mo couldn't steal his magical power, and... preliminary estimates indicate that his strength is at least at the level of a Titled Douluo!
Among the people Ling Mo had met, even Tang Hao might not be able to gain the upper hand over this guy.
What kind of hell is this place? Any puppet that comes out is so powerful.
69𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖝.𝖓𝖊𝖙]
fine! This guy didn't make a killing move, and his moves were relatively simple and unconscious.
All he knew was to hit Ling Mo with a giant sword. No matter how fast Ling Mo was, he would always be able to hit him.
"Oh, it hurts..."
Just as he hid under a stone building, before Ling Mo could breathe a sigh of relief, the dead body appeared behind him again and patted him on the head without any warning.
Severe pain came, and Ling Mo was already in despair! Is this guy just trying to trick me?
Shi can be killed but not humiliated, if the first attack is triggered because Ling Mo is close to the Drum Tower.
Then...his next series of actions are completely to tease Lingmo!
"Slipping away..."
Her head hurt, she felt dizzy, and Ling Mo collapsed completely!
He cast his ghost shadow in an instant, trying to escape from the corpse, but he didn't expect... just after running a few meters away, the ruthless giant sword came over again.
Ling Mo was knocked to the ground instantly, without the ability to resist!
Ling Mo was a little doubtful, was this guy still alive? Suddenly you have a bad taste and want to punish him?
It's hard to imagine that a skeleton would have such leisurely thoughts.
"This ghost thing is so terrifying! The momentum alone makes it so overwhelming that I can barely breathe. If he attacks with all his strength, he probably won't be able to survive even one round..."
Unable to escape, Ling Mo gradually gave up her resistance and carefully observed the puppet.
Ling Mo discovered that he seemed to be coming for his double pupils. Could it be that there was any secret about his double pupils?
In other words, what's the cause and effect of this double pupil and him?
Ling Mo really couldn't figure it out. Logically speaking, he was a modern young man who had traveled through the 21st century and didn't have a gorgeous background. How could he be related to these things?
"Isn't it related to my previous life?"
As soon as this thought came out, Ling Mo immediately dismissed it! This is too illusory, Ling Mo has no access to this kind of thing for the time being.
"Stop, stop, stop! Stop fighting..."
The pain all over her body from being photographed was unbearable. Ling Mo gave up resisting and shouted.
Unexpectedly, when he shouted like this, the other party actually stopped.
Moreover... Ling Mo also noticed that his head, which had turned into a skull, seemed to be showing a strange smile.
However, his body was completely corroded, leaving only a skull, so Ling Mo wasn't sure if he was really smiling. He always felt like this guy was snickering.
"Mad! I was really fooled..."
Although Ling Mo didn't believe it, he had to believe that this guy was really playing tricks on him.
The nine-foot-long skull is wearing a suit of armor. At first glance, it looks a bit like a general from ancient times! Mighty and unyielding, domineering.
Judging from the momentum, this guy is more terrifying than the intimidation power Tang Hao gave Ling Mo!
What is there in the drum tower he is guarding? It was worthy of such a strong man to protect him even in death.
Under the intimidation of the other party, Ling Mo stood up from the ground with difficulty and tentatively stretched out his hand. Unexpectedly, his giant sword was struck down again.
"Holy shit! Are you still here? I'll fuck your grandma..."
There was another commotion. At this time, in another part of the ancient city, the big black dog and a short fat man who had knocked Ling Mo unconscious also showed sinister smiles when they heard the noise coming from here.
"Haha! That fool must have broken into the Drum Tower..."
The big black dog mocked, smiling very happily.
The fat man also showed some obscene smile, glanced over there, and then just said: "Let's go, why do you care so much! The search here is almost over, it's time to go to the next tomb!"
Then he and the short fat man walked into a coffin, and then left the ancient city of Jingjue along the endless dark abyss.
It seems... they have never been here before, and this world cannot tolerate them!
They left in a coffin! And that coffin was exactly the coffin that Ling Mo was searching for.
On the other side of the ancient city, there was a commotion! Ling Mo was constantly being chased by the ghost master. Although the opponent had no murderous intentions, the feeling of the giant sword being slapped on his face was not an ordinary sour feeling.
"Mad, stop fighting!"
In anger, Ling Mo cursed angrily. Unexpectedly, he was greeted with even more intense slapping. Like a little kid, he kept following Ling Mo, slapping slowly.
The beating gave Lingmo a splitting headache! Nervous breakdown.
"Master Gui, I know I was wrong! Stop fighting..."
Ling Mo was beaten to the point of mental breakdown and surrendered directly! There is no ability to resist at all.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he admitted defeat, the other party really stopped.
"Eh...has it really stopped?"
After having the previous precedent, Ling Mo decided to stay put and test his bottom line first.
"This ghost! Do I owe you money and you are chasing me so hard?"
Before he finished speaking, Master Gui raised the big sword in his hand again. Before he could take the shot, Ling Mo quickly admitted his mistake.
"No, no, no, I was wrong! Stop fighting..."
Mad, is it so difficult to communicate with ghosts?
Intentionally or unintentionally, Lingmo used his double pupils again, but this time... he did not attract the crazy attack of the ghost master like the last time.
Instead... he stood straight, pointed the giant sword at the drum tower in front, and motioned Lingmo to go there.
He did not say anything, and was completely a dead body, but Lingmo really couldn't figure out why he could still walk independently?
Could this be related to the secret in the drum tower?
"Are you asking me to go into that drum tower?"
Lingmo asked tentatively. This torture almost sent him away!
He dared not scold the ghost master again. This guy was full of bad taste. If you scold him, you're done! The next step must be a beating.
Poor Lingmo, his handsome face was beaten into a pig's head, which was a great shame.
These days, he has dug a lot of graves, and this is the first time he has encountered such a tricky thing. Fortunately, the other party did not intend to kill him, otherwise Lingmo would have died long ago.
Lingmo's question was confirmed! The ghost master did not speak, but directly carried Lingmo to the drum tower.
During this time, Lingmo saw that there were many bluestone bricks on the wall of the drum tower, just like the bluestone bricks just now, containing huge energy fluctuations.
"What a familiar breath!"
When Lingmo came to the front of the drum tower, the breath that rushed towards him made him feel relaxed and happy, and suddenly felt a little familiar.
It was the breath that he had been thinking about, the breath he felt in the Star Forest a few months ago.
There was a barrier in front of the drum tower gate, which Lingmo could not enter, but after the double pupils were opened, it was opened.
After entering the drum tower, Guiye put Lingmo down and stood beside the gate, restoring his original appearance, motionless.
In surprise, Lingmo tried many times, but he didn't move! But as long as Lingmo wanted to leave, he would stop him immediately.
"What is in here? Why does he insist that I go and see?"
Already in front of the drum tower, Lingmo was still very hesitant, all of this was weird!
Under the endless darkness, there was an empty and ghostly howling, which was very creepy.
In the darkness, there seemed to be a faint light, hidden in the abyss.
Looking around, Lingmo knew that he couldn't escape today, so he simply rushed into the drum tower.
In an instant... he saw countless corpses floating in the darkness.
