He read the message content carefully.

Suddenly.

The messy thoughts in my mind were instantly resolved.

Guan Bang calmly lit up a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then looked at the member next to him melancholy: "Mr. Yang, there is no need to contact him."

"ah?"

The member was stunned for a moment, then looked at the picture on the screen: "But..."

Guan Bang exhaled a breath of smoke: "It's okay, send more people over. Also, ask the knights from the Rose Church to come over in a hurry. There is no need to call anyone anymore."

The words fell to the ground.

The entire organization fell into a state of silence.

"Deputy head"

"I know the situation is very difficult and almost unmanageable, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we need to fight for it."

"If you continue to act badly at this time, it will really be over. Hundreds of thousands of residents in the city will die."

Listen to this sudden advice.

Guan Bang was puffing on a cigarette and couldn't help but choke. He shook off the ashes and slapped the team member on the back: "You bastard, who said I was going to die?"

The team member was a little confused: "What about you?"

Before he finished speaking, Guan Gang started to explain: "That's because I just found a guy who came to help."

The team members were still confused: "One?"

Guan Bang nodded: "Yes, one."

"Just this one. All the churches just now are probably not enough to fight this one. If he can't solve it, then there is really nothing we can do."

"Please make the picture bigger and focus on the haze, and buy two more buckets of popcorn by the way."

"I want to see this pharaoh beaten with my own eyes."

There is a mist-filled field of flowers from the other side.

A figure emerged from the slowly disappearing mist.

Wearing a white coat, he was holding a book in his hand. He was very tall and thin, with prominent cheekbones. He was wearing a tall white hat with the words "Make money at first sight" written on it.

This person is none other than Bai Wuchang and Xie Bian.

However, at this time, the gentle and jade-like bookishness on the other person's cheeks when they first met had faded away, and his expression was gloomy. After seeing Li Ling, he only said eight words.

"Who dares to touch you? Take me to see him."

Li Ling coughed: "This person is in a thriller game, and his method of entering is somewhat special."

Bai Wuchang frowned: "What method?"

Li Ling took out a rope and said: "Use this thing to hang yourself for a while, and your soul will enter a ghost town, and the person who wants to take my life will be there."

Bai Wuchang took the rope and said calmly: "How long does it take to start a small matter?"

Li Ling looked at the time. In a few more minutes, he would be dragged in because of the Pharaoh's curse, so he said, "It's almost done now."

Bai Wuchang nodded and hung the rope around his neck. There was no trace of strangulation. After a moment, a soul that was no different from the original body floated out.

Li Ling nodded and waited silently, scarlet writing appearing in his sight.

This was originally a countdown that the horror game prepared for itself.

But it's different now.

Now it has become a countdown to the death of the Pharaoh.

With the scarlet number returning to 0.

An inexplicable suction force immediately pulled Li Ling into another space.

He opened his eyes.

He found that he was only a few dozen meters in front of the Pharaoh, floating in the air, and beneath him, an army of tens of thousands of mummies were ready to go, waiting for the mist to completely take shape and invade reality in one fell swoop.

"Haha. I told you you can't run away."

"All it takes is this last dose of strong medicine. Don't struggle."

The Pharaoh looked at Li Ling with a bit of indifference in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

And faced with these words.

Li Ling was unmoved and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"You wait a moment"

"I called someone over, can you pretend to be okay later?"

The Pharaoh shook his head and sighed helplessly: "So what if we use this method to survive for a few minutes?"

"Don't miss important events."

It waved the scepter in its hand, and the pearlescent gems on it flashed. In the next second, the figure came to Li Ling in an instant. The scepter, with a strong divinity, hit Li Ling's head directly.

And just when that ray of light was about to touch me.

An aura as deep as an abyss suddenly spread from the southwest, like a swimming dragon, rushing over in an instant.

The Pharaoh's face instantly became horrified. He put up his shield and was hit hard by the aura. His body fell directly into the pyramid behind him. He only heard a shaking sound and the entire pyramid collapsed with it.

Bai Wuchang's figure slowly emerged. He looked indifferently at the Pharaoh who stood up from the pyramid and asked, "Is he the one who wants to hurt you?"

Li Ling said: "Yes."

Bai Wuchang frowned: "I don't know whether to live or die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, a faint divinity emerged from his forehead and gathered on his fingertips, and wrote the word "bind" in the air.

The next second, the bundle seemed to have a spirit and instantly rushed into the pyramid.

The Pharaoh was still shocked and doubtful. Before he could recover from the blow just now, he saw a pavement with gold characters coming towards him.

Without even thinking about it, divinity also emerged from the scepter and turned into a shield for protection. The two divinities faced off against each other. The Pharaoh's dim golden glow compared with Bai Wuchang's, and they were as fragile as paper. In an instant,

Being tied up.

After realizing the seriousness of the matter.

The Pharaoh didn't hesitate any longer, and all the gems inlaid on the staff exploded at this moment.

Several rays of extremely pure divine power poured into his body. He roared angrily. The mummy-like body actually emitted a god-like brilliance. The death energy in his body rose into the sky and blended with the blood clouds in the sky.

Tens of thousands of screaming and ferocious evil spirits formed and rushed towards Li Ling.

Bai Wuchang had an expressionless face, stretched out his hand, and swept it forward lightly, just like driving away flies. The Yin Qi instantly melted them away, and in one breath, they were all destroyed, and not a single resentful soul survived.

Even the bloody sky that had accumulated over the ghost town for thousands of years was swept away.

Just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

There is no trace of blood anymore.

"How dare you make a mistake with a little trick?!"

Xie Bian scolded him, made a sword finger with his hand, and with a slight movement, the Yin Qi turned into the underworld fire, and instantly rushed towards the opponent.

At this time, the Pharaoh was still thinking of using the same method he used to deal with Li Ling, absorbing the power of tens of thousands of ghosts, trying to resist, but this time

In just an instant, the underworld fire directly penetrated the death energy with a devastating formation and struck the Pharaoh's body.

The underworld fire burns blazingly.

No matter what, it cannot be extinguished.

The layer of bandages wrapped around the Pharaoh's body instantly scorched, and his newly recovered body suffered heavy injuries. His whole body was like a puddle of mud. Under the burning of the underworld fire, the skin and flesh fused together, drop by drop.

of falling.

It howled miserably, another gem on the staff broke into pieces, and its divinity extinguished the hellfire.

At this time, the other party could only use the word "there is still a humanoid" to describe it. His facial features were glued together, his whole body was covered with blood blisters, and there were a few burnt yellow bandages left. He was staring blankly at the sky.

The man in white among them ignored him.

Who is this?

Pharaoh had no time to think about this problem.

Because the opponent's second attack has arrived.

One by one, the small golden characters seemed to be alive in the other person's writing, rushing toward him.

It held the staff tightly and just touched the word "bundle".

That word was pasted up, covering his body, and the suppressive force it carried was even a hundred times stronger than the bandage on his body. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free. Only the use of divinity would have some effect.

The Pharaoh is planning to detonate the gem on the staff again.
To be continued...