Black Robe Begins: I release evil ghosts in the world of American comics

There were more and more wounds on Old Billy's body, and cold silver light shot out from each wound.

Gradually, he seemed to turn into a hedgehog, covered with a layer of armor composed of light thorns.

But Old Billy was still in good spirits and showed no signs of being seriously injured at all.

On the contrary, the wounds that kept appearing on Lin Ying's body were actually able to interfere with the operation of the strange power, and even tended to penetrate the strange power and act directly on himself.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

In the past, no matter how powerful the opponent was, even the powerful people of the motherland could not penetrate the strange power.

As long as he is in the upper body state, no matter how serious the injury is, he can quickly recover with the help of the characteristics of the evil spirit shadow, and his life will not be endangered before the strange power is exhausted.

But without the protection of strange power, his body is just a mortal body. If he is forced to face an attack directly, wouldn't it be as fragile as a piece of paper?

Lin Ying was frightened and angry, and mobilized all means to attack Old Billy.

At this time, Old Billy can already attack, but the more serious the injury, the greater the damage that will be reflected on Lin Ying.

But it was impossible not to attack, so he could only drag Old Billy on the stairs mainly with the help of spider web.

Seeing that this is not the solution, if it continues like this, I am afraid that I will be dragged to death.

Lin Ying was in a hurry and came up with a solution that was not a solution.

He spent most of his energy outside, separated part of his consciousness into the spiritual world, and took out the quill directly.

Regardless of the fact that the cracks on the quill have not yet been repaired, he madly injected strange power into it and wrote: Tell me how to survive?

The quill trembled crazily, and its amplitude and frequency were almost similar to when Xiao Qian was constructed.

But Lin Ying didn't have the heart to feel sorry for the quill this time. He held it firmly and forced it to write out a countermeasure.

Click!

There was a deep crack, from the end of the quill to almost close to the tip, and even a piece of the pen holder the size of a small fingernail fell off.

Then the quill wrote: Bring that photo in.

photo?

Lin Ying suddenly remembered that when he was exploring the room shortly before sunset, he found a group photo in the little boy's bedroom.

The photo looked ordinary, just a group photo of a few children, but at that time he felt that there was something strange in the photo, and even had consciousness, so he would hide in the photo and secretly observe him.

Without thinking, he immediately withdrew from the spiritual world, leaving behind his shadow clone and spider web to drag old Billy, and rushed back to the little boy's bedroom.

"Where are the photos?"

Lin Ying noticed at a glance that the photo was no longer in its original position, but he remembered clearly that when he was looking at the photo just now, the old drunkard was throwing stones outside the window, so he put the photo down and went to check.

But where are the photos now?

Could it be that those two old drunkards climbed in through the window and took it away?

impossible!

As soon as the idea came up, Lin Ying rejected it immediately.

If he could climb through the window, why didn't Old Billy sneak in? Why should we drive away those two old drunkards? Wouldn't it be more effective if the three of them joined forces and attacked from different directions?

Moreover, he sent a clone in front of him and occupied a trace of consciousness. He was watching from the roof at this time. If the two old drunkards came back, they should have issued a warning.

"Could it be that the photo has grown legs?"

Lin Ying had another idea, but this time he was suddenly startled by such a ridiculous idea and felt that he had guessed the truth.

"During the battle, although I shrunk the shadow of the evil spirit a little, I still blocked the door of this room. If this photo can really move on its own, if I want to leave this room, I will inevitably break into the shadow of the evil spirit. There’s no way I wouldn’t be able to notice the shadow’s coverage. In that case, the photo is still in this room.”

After thinking about this, he stood in the middle of the room and completely covered every corner of the room with the shadow of the evil spirit.

Under the table, on the ceiling, and even in the closet, he kicked open the door and invaded with his shadow.

"Without me holding the battle, it would be difficult for the shadow clone to suppress old Billy. Now it has stepped onto the first flight of stairs."

While searching for photos, Lin Ying sensed the battle situation on the stairs through the black shadow.

There are seven stairs in total that must be cleared before Old Billy can go upstairs.

Otherwise, he doesn't think the bartender made up the lie about not going out after sunset just to scare him.

He used his ability to split to the extreme, and at the same time, he summoned the clone back with force. After searching together, he discovered that the photo was pressed under the bedside table.

Seeing that there was almost no gap between the ground and the ground, Lin Ying sneered, "You really worked hard to hide it."

As he said that, he picked up the photo.

However, before he touched the photo, a hand that looked like that of a seven or eight-year-old boy suddenly stretched out from the photo and slapped Lin Ying on the back of his hand.

This power is not great, but strangely, it can interfere with the operation of strange power just like the silver light.

Lin Ying felt the back of his hand go numb, and he shrank back involuntarily.

Then right under his nose, two dirty feet stuck out from the photo, running clumsily towards the door.

"If this can make you run away, then I might as well write my name, Lin Ying, backwards."

Lin Ying frowned, chased after him and stepped on the photo.

Woo!

The photo seemed to be able to feel the pain, and he actually let out a scream that was almost like crying, and his feet immediately retracted.

At the same time, two small hands stretched out and slapped Lin Ying's feet randomly.

Lin Ying felt like he was electrocuted, sore and numb, but this time he was on guard, unlike just now.

He laughed evilly, grabbed the photo, and first pulled out a spider web to wrap the photo tightly inside.

Then he directly activated his ability to pull people into dreams, which he had never used much.

The ability of nightmare sequences can be used not only on humans, but also on all beings with autonomous consciousness.

Since the photo had arms and legs and could run, and even cried just now, he concluded that this thing was conscious.

Otherwise, he would not be able to pull a dead object into his spiritual world, and the quill would not be able to give a dead question that is simply impossible.

Sure enough, a weak consciousness immediately established contact with him, and was pulled from the photo into the spiritual world without any resistance.

The weakness of this consciousness was completely beyond imagination, but he didn't have time to think too much. Seeing that he had established a spiritual connection with the photo, he grabbed the photo and returned to the spiritual world.

Just as he expected, the photo also appeared in his conscious hand.

But he also discovered that a disembodied little boy had also come in, squatting there with his head in his hands and shivering.