Nightmare Attack

The word cause and effect is too heavy, so heavy that it doesn't sound like something from such a young child, but he still speaks very seriously. At this moment, it seems that something inexplicable has moved. The gears are meshing with each other as they rotate, slowly dragging an irresistible ending towards them in the distance.

But Wen Zhao didn't care about everyone's gaze at this moment, and slowly unfolded the scroll of newspaper in his hand, and suddenly a heavy sense of vicissitudes spread, as if what he unfolded was not a scroll, but a whole period of forgotten history.

Shadows appeared in the scroll, time passed, and after a while, several figures dressed in completely different eras slowly stepped out, as if they had walked directly out of the dust of history.

The person in the lead was of course a lie, most of the people in the room had never seen him, and they couldn't help backing away for a while because of that terrifying face.

There were a few people standing next to Hou Yanhou, both men and women, and they were dressed differently. There was a dancing girl in a cheongsam with heavy makeup, and a young gentleman in a top hat, gold-rimmed glasses, and leather shoes in a suit.

With the appearance of Hou Yanhou, black ashes began to float in the air. He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Cheng and Fatty. Anyone could feel the complexity in his eyes. For some reason, Fatty suddenly recalled that Hou Yanhou once told him past fate.

Something seems to be pulling him and the doctor in the dark, so that they will meet at a certain time, and they will be separated at a certain time, even before they have time to say goodbye.

"Daddy!" Wen Zhao's crisp voice interrupted everyone's thoughts, and Wen Zhao rushed out and hugged Hou Yanhou's arm.

Hou Yanhou sighed lightly, and stroked Wen Zhao's head with his rough palm, "Wen Zhao, you didn't talk nonsense with your brothers, did you?"

Wen Zhao shook his head firmly, "No."

Hou Yanyan nodded, and looked at the person beside him. It was an old man with a feather fan and scarf, with a sense of grandeur, "Brother Qigong, I will trouble you." Hou Yanhou said.

The old man slowly raised the feather fan in his hand, but didn't see how to wave it. Everyone was surprised to find that the white mist under the huge pit actually boiled up, and then dissipated at an extremely fast speed.

After the appearance, Hou Yanhou gave Jiang Cheng a strange feeling, as if he knew everything and everything that happened before, and he was able to bring this old man who could disperse the white mist, which also confirmed this point.

As the white mist gradually dissipated, a figure in the center of the giant pit was also exposed. The moment they saw the figure clearly, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

It was a thing that could barely be seen to be a human figure, as if it had been scorched violently by the strong light, and the whole person had become like a piece of coke.

The figure still maintains the posture before death, the body leans back as far as possible, the only remaining left arm is still in a defensive movement, while the right arm disappears with the small half of the body, the wound is shocking, as if it was killed by a huge The power tore it alive.

"It's the old president." Someone said hoarsely.

The body can still be kept roughly intact in the center of the huge pit, and everyone can't think of anything else.

But now, looking at this, the old president is dead and can't die anymore.

Except for the old guildmaster, everyone in the night watchman, whether it was the broken monk who could compete with Wu, or the commander of the night watchman, Bingzhuren, all disappeared, not even a small piece of corpse was left behind.

"Well"

Su An, who stood at the end of the line, suddenly trembled violently. He stared at the remnant body of the old president, as if he had seen a ghost.

The next second, under the shocked eyes of everyone, the remnant body of the old president suddenly moved. Although the range was small, it really moved.

The burned semi-crystallized skin was torn apart little by little with the movement, and black mist began to flow out of that unrecognizable face. As the mist gradually solidified, two black eyes appeared in the old president's dark eye sockets. Milky white eyeballs.

"He's not dead yet!"

Such a terrifying weapon did not kill the old president. This discovery made everyone feel relieved. They couldn't guess what kind of monster it was.

At this moment, someone has already taken the lead, and will not give the opponent a chance to breathe. Without a dodge, no one appeared in front of the old president, slashed at the head with a knife, but the next second, the blade was caught by the old president, The collision between the two actually made the sound of gold and stone colliding, and the invincible blade was unable to break through the old president's palm at this moment.

Countless vines stabbed out from the ground, covering the whole body of the old president in an instant. Master Shui also made a move. Wu's knife blew the horn of attack. The empress of Dahe, the old general Yan Can, the mortician, the ghost-faced mother-in-law, and even the guardian Su Xiaoxiao, who was beside her younger brother, also rushed up.

The old president is no matter what, if he is given a chance to breathe, everyone here will die.

"Fight him!"

After these people, the only remaining folk masters also made moves one after another. For a while, countless moves were hit on the old president. No one had any reservations, and the anger suppressed in their hearts burst out all at once.

But even if the old president is only a remnant, his strength is still unfathomable, and there is no need to dodge the general moves. Only a few people in the center are surrounding the old president.

The green vines exploded one after another under the casual wave of the old president, and Master Shui who was hidden in it was forced to escape in embarrassment. If it wasn't for Empress Dahe's support, Master Shui would suffer a lot from this trick alone.

The old general Yan Can smashed the old president's shoulder with a stick, and smashed half of his body into the ground with great force, but caused very little damage. There was a shocking scene from the other end of the stick. The original stone stick became transparent little by little, showing a sign of crystallization. The next second, the stone stick shattered, and the old general Yan Can also slammed into pieces. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person flew upside down.

"Shoulders! His shoulders are the opening!" The old general Yan Can struggled to get up and shouted at everyone.

Xia Tan had injured the old president's shoulder 20 years ago, and 20 years later Gong Zhe had also severely injured the same spot with that jackknife. If there must be a flaw in such a thing, it must be there.

He made a move without hearing anything, and swung the sword out of nowhere. In an instant, the lights of the swords were layered on top of each other, like raging waves.

But in the next second, two small black hands passed out from behind the old president, one touched the milky white eyes, and the other touched the old president's mouth with only two rows of black and yellow teeth left.

With the touch of that hand, the milky white eyeball of the left eye disappeared, but the hand that touched the mouth was bitten hard. Cracked, its mouth opened to an unbelievable angle, and it crushed the strange baby's head in one bite.